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CHAPTER FOUR

The girl stopped a few feet from the fire, suddenly overcome by an instinctive wariness, took several steps backward and then stopped again. They were all trapped for the night. The water had reached the shallow stream to the left of her now, leaving a small dry island encompassing the camper site and the trees beyond. And if the tide claimed any more ground, that too would be cut off! And where was her father and the swamp girl?

The events of the past hour and her present fear intermingled and she opened her mouth to scream, hoping other campers somewhere out there might hear her and come and help.

"What's the matter, honey?" leered Pete. "Looks like you just came out of a hole in the ground." Swallowing dryly, Sally reached and touched her matted hair, wet and stringy from the swamp water.

"Damn well looks good enough to fuck to me," guffawed Sam taking another gulp of the moonshine. Noticing her eyes on him, Sam offered the bottle. "Got tired of waitin' so we decided to go on a little treasure hunt of our own. Seems your daddy got a little furry treasure too," he chuckled lewdly.

"Yeah, with that slut friend of yours," blurted out the distraught girl.

"Hey, now wait a minute," sneered Pete. "You think yer snotty pussy's any better?" With that, Pete rose from the stump and grabbed Sally from behind, his hands cupping her tits. She strained and twisted but couldn't wrench him off and when she tried to scream he just mockingly laughed at her. What had she done to deserve this she wondered, her huge tits throbbing in fear.

Her instincts at their height now, Sally knew they would strip her naked and something awful would happen to her. The obscene glinting look in Sam's eyes assured her of that and she wrenched her shoulders and kicked at Pete's ankles, but nothing loosened the hold.

"Real snappy little cunt we got here, Sam… whatcha say ya give me a hand." Pete gestured with a nod of his head. Another long pull on the moonshine and the older man was on his feet, leaping greedily for her ankles and lifting them. They had her now from both sides and though she fought them with all her remaining strength, they were carrying heir over to a stack of blankets outside the camper-truck where they dumped her onto them and leered at her, rape obvious in their eyes.

"Don't it seem to you, Sam, that since her old man got little Sissy's pussy that we get a little of this one's hot little twat?"

Sam's grin answered for him.

As Sally cowered on the blankets, their lewd glances increased as they seemed to grow more restless. She could still not believe that she was trapped here alone out in this forsaken swamp with two men who'd proved themselves to be no better than a couple of pussy-hungry animals. It seemed like a practical joke… a mystery novel. It had been her father's fucking of that no-good swamp girl. The shock of seeing him actually fucking that foul-mouthed female had swept away all illusions that she might have had about her father's protective attitude toward her.

"Why are you doing this to me?" stammered Sally. "I haven't done anything to you. Please… please," she sobbed.

Pete unclasped his arms and turned smiling to Sam. "Give the little lady a drink, Sam," he said, gazing back at her long gently tapering legs.

"I… I don't want anything to drink," she said and shuddered with cold. "Just let me go to sleep."

With a tenderness she couldn't understand, Sam reached down and handed her the bottle. "Look, you gonna catch one hell of a cold if you don't warm up them insides." She didn't notice him winking at Pete who couldn't seem to unlock his gaze from Sally's fearfully shivering tits.

Not caring what had caused this sudden change of heart, Sally gratefully accepted the bottle, raising it to her lips and wincing at the acrid taste as it burned a trail down her throat. Her eyes lifting from the rim of the bottle, she tensed as she saw Pete studying her as though she were a whore already stripped naked, evaluating her pussy for its worth.

His eyes moved from the smooth curve of her calves to her tiny waist, then burned a slow path upwards to her hotly swelling tits pressed inside her sweat shirt. He'd felt those huge tits before and planned to feel them, stripped naked this time, again.

An intuitive flash of survival swept through her chilled body again. "W-What do you want from me? Why are you standing over me?" her voice faltered with each word.

"Hear that?" mocked Pete. "She thinks we're a couple of fuckers…"

"Look… we're not a couple of raping brutes," voiced Sam with a hint of smile in his voice. "We ain't gonna do anything to your pussy that won't feel good."

At this, Pete threw back his head and let the moonshine gurgle in his throat.

"Then go away… just go away and leave me alone," Sally sobbed, tears of fear welling up in her eyes.

"Hey," Pete nudged Sam. "What ya say we flip a coin and find out who gets to fuck her hot little cunt first."

Sally wished she hadn't heard that. Clenching her eyes tight, hearing only the lapping of the swamp water, she tried to shut out all sensation, desperately hoping that her father would come back and save her from their hungry cocks. God, why wasn't he ever there when she needed him? These men would fuck her crazy.

But then it had been that way her whole life! Nobody was ever there when she had to have someone close to share her miseries. With a pang of dread she remembered him leaving her with these thugs to go off and let that awful woman suck his cock and then liking it! With a chest heaving sob, she wished he was dead. Then opening her eyes at the sudden feel of someone touching her, she wished she could escape.

"Do you like it when I move my hand up and down your arm and across your big tits like this?" Pete said softly and slid his lightly coursing fingers up to the soft tanned skin of her neck.

Sobbing, she turned her face toward the water. "Of course not," she hissed.

"Okay, got a coin brother?" chortled Sam, delving into his dirty and frayed pocket. "Penny do?"

"I take heads," snickered the stubble-bearded man.

The coin flipped through the air, a whir of copper as it landed on Sam's wrist.

"Looks as if the little lady is mine to fuck, pal," snorted Sam, surreptitiously eyeing the coin then holding it out for the dim-witted man to see.

"Guess I gotta, take sloppy seconds," grunted the loser. "Don't cum too much and git it too mushy!"

The blatant lewdness of the remark about fucking her and cumming in her sent an electric shiver of fear down the length of Sally's already stiffened spine. Unconsciously, she looked out over the dark, reflective expanse of the night swamp. It seemed incredible that she was going to get the cherry fucked away in one of the most beautiful places she'd ever been in her life. A prisoner in beauty.

Sally lay back on the blanket and let the words cut through her like a metallic edge. Pulling her matted blonde hair away from her face, she took another long gulp of the moonshine. Sam was closer, his hand resting on her jean-covered knee, his finger playing gently with the bottom of her sweat shirt. She thrust her knees against the blanket, but his hands thrust her more firmly with a slight digging pressure on her skin. Then his other hand slipped under her damp sweat shirt. She could feel his fingers on her naked flesh and then sensed his soft caress on the sensitive skin of her stomach.

"You are one of the damnedest lookin' kids I seen in this swamp for a long time, honey," he said, the leering tone in his voice giving weight to his words. "Nice big tits."

"I-I-oh, please," she cried out. "Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

"It's all going to feel so damned good fuckin' into your pussy, doll. Bet you're a cherry. Can tell those things. You never felt a good hard cock fucking up between them legs?"

She tried to stand up but his arm jackknifed around her waist, pulling her struggling tits toward his chest as he kneeled down beside her. The smell of moonshine was heavy in the air.

She felt his hand slipping between the tightly fitting material of her bra, cupping the smoothly resilient nakedness of her tits between his fingers and she wrenched her body to the side, setting him off balance for a moment.

The sight of the rough, seventy year old stranger sent a shudder of revulsion through Sally's tight little cunt. How could she possibly have gotten into this situation where she wits going to get fucked by him. Looking at it objectively, it was completely absurd, but cool detachment was something her pussy didn't possess right now. The older man's hand increased his grip around her shoulder, while his other hand moved again to her stomach, worming its way again up to the deeply plunging cleavage between her tits, touching the smoothly uplifting area just above the cloth, then probing his fingers beneath her exposed bra to pinch her naked nipple.

"God," she cried out, and tried desperately to squirm away. "You can't touch my titties like that! When my father comes back he'll…"

"Honey, your daddy ain't comin' back from nowhere."

"What-what do you mean?" she cried out.

"See that stream over there? Ain't nobody gonna be able to get back to this part of the swamp until mornin'." He angled himself up on the heaped up blanket opposite her and crossed his feet comfortably on a nearby log. Studying her, she thought. What was so interesting about her that he liked to toy with her titties in this way? Yes, she reasoned, he was playing a game, teasing her and obtaining his perverse satisfaction by watching her squirm with each of his lewd advances.

"You know what I think?" he smiled widely and toyed with a handful of moss. "I think a good cunt-fuck will get your mind off that father of yours."

Sally swallowed hard, fighting with all her strength to keep from showing the inner outrage and humiliation she felt at being assaulted by his obscene fuck words. Well, she thought, he would see how much she could take. She would remain silent even if it meant she had to choke on her own tears of anguish.

"A pretty tilted girl like you," he continued, looking down with a peculiar glint in his eyes. "You've got so much to fuck a guy's cock with, but look at you. Pissed because some older guy dared to touch your hot tits. Now most women in these parts would take that as a compliment and want me to diddle their pussy too."

Sally started to her feet, but a swift hard glance from both of the men told her she would be better off sitting exactly where she was. The torrent of obscenities continued pouring from Sam's mouth as he drank more and more of the moonshine. He described terrible things he wanted to do to her naked cunt and tits, piling up description upon description of lewd ways of fucking. She had never imagined them possible, much less heard of before.

With each image his depraved mind managed to conjure up, she felt her show of strength weakened, until she knew at last the battle was lost. God, they were animals, both of them! But there was nothing she could do but thrust her hands over her ears and pray that they would stop and just go ahead and fuck her.

When she released her hands, the first words she heard were, "And now we're gonna fuck."

As a last sacrament to her virginity, Sam handed the girl a bottle of moonshine and smiled as he watched her gulp down the mind numbing alcohol.

Sally felt this thick muscular arm circle around her, and this time she put all of her strength into her attempt to bolt from the blanket. But she could not move! "Come on, honey, fucking ain't all that bad. Just takes a little gettin' used to is all."

Sally could feel Sam's excitedly tense breathing as he pressed her lithe body closer to him, his hand on her waist toying with the buttons of her jeans. God, this was impossible! Tears of frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene picture of her father's rigid pulsing cock fucking into that swamp girl's openly devouring cunt crossed her mind. She sobbed helplessly at the grim realization that her pussy might soon be tilled with a deeply fucking shaft of male cock flesh.

She kicked upward with her knee toward his groin, but this only sent the older man into a greater frenzy of desire to fuck her. He pivoted her body back onto the blanket, pressing his hands on her shoulders and angling her back against the ground. Then he slid down beside her, removing his hands from her tits and listing them over her tiny wrists.

He pressed her down tighter onto the blanket, thrusting the lush curve of her ass-cheeks roughly into the moss beneath. One of his hands released his grip on her wrist, and she slammed her small fist into his chest. He laughed, but didn't even wince.

"Hey, Pete," he growled to the man gaping above them. "Think I'm gonna need a little help with this one. Bring a fresh bottle of moonshine to sweeten her little pussy-hole up a bit."

"P-please," she sobbed, kicking her legs feebly against the blanket. "Oh-Oh, God, let me go!"

He grabbed the bottle from Pete's hand and lifted her head up from the blanket by the nape of her neck, more gently this time, and put the mouth of the bottle to her lips. The hotly burning liquid sizzled down her throat and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"That's good… good. Feel better now, Miss Snooty-Cunt?"

The moonshine taking its effect, Sally tried to rise again, but this time she felt a pair of hands clasping her feet. She looked down to where Pete had moved squatting on the ground, his arms reaching to her slim ankles. Then her arms were back in the grip of Sam's paralyzing fingers.

"Oooooooh noo!" she moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to happen to her in fantasy had turned into reality. They were actually going to fuck her!

Her eyes shot up to the older man who had risen from the ground.

"Pull open her legs," he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his voice. "I'd like to see that sweet pussy of hers before my cock crawls up inside it and starts spittin!"

The beauty worked as hard as possible to struggle to escape what was about to happen. She felt someone unzip her jeans and yank at first one leg and then the other. She arched her ass-cheeks, wriggling her smooth flat belly from side to side, but she knew it was useless. The moonshine had pushed her into a half drunken, numbed state and she sensed her will slowly surrendering to them as she slipped into a dazed acceptance of whatever they might do to her next.

Her sweat shirt came off next, exposing the two huge melons of her round full tits still half covered by her bra. But his hands did not stop there. He tore at her thin nylon panties, leaving them in rags to hang by the waistband about her curvaceous hips.

"Well look at this," murmured Sam, glancing up at Pete with a grin. He stared at her fire-lit body of voluptuously spread cunt, following the gently undulating arc of her hips up to the flared in waist that again blossomed into the melon firmness of her naked tits. A long golden strand of hair fell carelessly across her shoulder, down over the full firm mounds.

"Alright," Sam said in a choked up voice. "Big Daddy's gonna crawl home. I wanna see if that hot li'l pussy feels as tight as it looks to fuck."

Sally jerked when she felt, the coolness of his fingers press against her hotly heaving tits. She raised her head for a moment, then lowered her face helplessly to the blanket. Gone now were any dreams of freeing herself from this depraved couple of swamp men, and she clenched her teeth awaiting whatever he might do next.

The word rape had sunk into her alcohol-dulled mind with a leaden certainty. Yet her body still rebelled against it, her now naked ass-cheeks quivering convulsively from the terrifying thought of how he was going to fuck her in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her virginity now.

Dear God, if only things hadn't happened this way. If only she hadn't come with her father, if only they'd parked up in the park where, any number of people would have responded to her cries for help. A thousand ifs ran though her mind in disconnected strands until her thoughts were jolted back to reality by the touch of the old man's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the voluptuous flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly to the slimness of her waist above her ripped panties. Her skin was most sensitive there and twitched involuntarily under his touch. Sally trembled as she sensed his heavy breathing stop for an instant as he leaned over her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her quivering tits as the heat of his hand traced a tingling path just before their leering gaze.

"Damn it, man, why don't you just go ahead and get on her and fuck her?" she heard Pete wheeze. "I can't stand watching her much longer."

"Just about ready…" With that, Sam's hands slipped to the cotton clad firmness of her gently uplifting tits. He wasted no time in wedging his hands behind her back and, with a neat snap of his fingers, undoing the tight clasp of her bra. The smooth resilient mounds seemed to sway out of their own accord, their tiny brown nipples coming to instant erection as the cool night air rushed over them.

Sally squirmed for a helpless moment, letting out a deep tortured sigh when the swamp man's lips came into warm contact with one of the smoothly rounded spheres and he kissed it lightly, tracing a hot moist path to its tip that stiffened again in spite of her revulsion. She clenched her teeth and gnashed them. A man touching her like this couldn't make her tits feel good. It couldn't!

"Oh… ooohhh, pleeeease, no!" she pleaded in abject supplication, but her protests seemed to incite the man rather than to stop the insane play of his lips and kneading fingers over her hotly quivering naked titties.

Sam knelt down to the side of the blanket and again Sally was filled with the vain hope that he had decided to stop. She could feel his breath graze warmly against her flesh in a steady rhythmic pulse that kept time with the sharp pounding of her nipples and she could sense the slight change in his position as he reached up towards her leg. God, it was as though her vulnerable position had given her a second sight into the man's depraved mind and she was capable of foretelling his obscene intentions of fucking her before he had even touched her cunt. His hands ran the full length of her naked slim legs for a few indecisive moments before they came to rest on the remnant rags of her tattered panties, his fingers lingering there, fondling at the smooth, taut skin of her upper thigh just below her cunt lips.

Hot, stinging tears spilled in the helpless girl's eyes as the huge, burly swamp man slowly slipped his hands down to the sparse blonde frizz of her pussy hairs, stroking them lightly then teasing his finger gently downward to the soft virginal slit of her nakedly exposed pussy lips. Her stomach buckled up at the unaccustomed hot little sensation up between her legs. But he was caught up in his lewd task of exploring her cunt and didn't seem td notice.

Sally, cowering back now in complete terror, her eyes closed, heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste in front of her. She felt the big rough man lift himself up beside her, and then she felt the warm smooth pressure of his cum-foaming cock head being pressed against her naked thighs. She could feel its, stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated cock head. He arched up on his knees directly over her. With his hands beneath her hips, he pressured her ass-cheeks off the blanket toward him, and in one swift ripping sound, tore the tattered remains of her panties from the full white half moons of her now stripped naked ass.

"Oh, God," she moaned in fear and humiliation, feeling the silky material catch between her knees. She jerked back frightened when his hands reached down and ripped them from her legs, pawing only seconds for him to admire her tits and pussy.

"She sure has a sweet little cunt, Pete. Look at that tight little fuck hole!"

His meaty hand reached her and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaking down past her lips into the depths of her throat. She lay next to him limply, despair filling her mind as she felt the hardness of his cum-slickened cock throbbing into the tender softness of her belly.

There was no escaping getting her cherry fucked away now, and she realized it clearly as she sensed his hands roaming over her huge vulnerably defenseless tits. Then the lewdly grinning swamp man began working his way down the length of her naked trembling figure, licking his tongue down between the twin peaks of her mountainous breasts until he reached the flat tantalizing plane of her stomach. His tongue darted into her belly button tormenting her and she groaned slightly and seized his hair to pull him away. But with a low growl, he pushed even further down, aiming for the split of her thighs and reaching underneath her ass with his hands to raise her naked cunt up to meet his face.

"No, nooohhhh, please, not that! Don't lick my pussy…" she screamed in an agony of embarrassment and fear. But he had squirmed upside down on the blanket and thrown his leg over her body in such fashion that his knees were on either side of her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long cum-glistening cock swung heavily down over her face. His head was burrowing hotly between her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue-fucking slippery in and out of the moist flowering slit of her nakedly entrapped cunt.

The girl's cunt jerked involuntarily upward as she felt the electrifying contact between his lewd, wetly slavering tongue and the tiny pink tit of her clitty. As she raised her head to look down in shock, her lips accidentally brushed the bulbously throbbing tip of his massively swinging cock. She turned her head away instantly hearing a lewd grunt of satisfaction coming from the hot cunt-lapping mouth down between her widespread legs.

The old man took advantage of her movement to improve his position, pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against the naked inner flesh of her thighs. She struggled to pull her legs and cunt lips together again, but it was a hopeless battle against his vastly superior strength. She raised her head slightly trying to avoid his hard cock and could see down between her huge tits as he poised over her like a beast of prey.

Trapped in moist flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless sacrifice and she could see the saliva and her own juices glistening around his panting mouth as he tongue-fucked hotly at the helplessly spread lips of her cunt.

Slowly, this thumbs moved from the half moons of her ass-cheeks up into the soft, fuzz-fringed split between her thighs and reached the tender pink lips covering her tight little cunthole. Then, with a slow torturing movement of his fingers, he drew the sparse hairs of her cunt apart, exposing the smooth wet inner walls to his lustful eyes. For a moment, he seemed content merely to gloat over her nakedness as she lay helplessly trapped upside down beneath him in this desolate swamp, with only the lap of the water to drown the roar in her head.

Then, he snarled like a starving animal and ground his face abruptly back down into the thin fuzzy patch between her legs. His snake-like tongue lapped teasingly at the thin vertical opening and began fucking hotly up into the sensitive throbbing walls of her thumb-split cunt-hole.

Her body jerked involuntarily as a desperate moan hissed from her lips and her nakedly spilt ass-cheeks began to grind recklessly down into the blanket, as she futilely attempted to escape this obscene animalistic tongue-lapping of her cunt.

"Please, oooohhh! Don't tongue fuck it!" she cried and then quickly snapped her mouth shut as he pushed his cock lower in an attempt to fuck the heaving pulsating hardness into her open mouth. She could not believe that this humiliation was actually happening to her. She searched her past in one fleeting second, desperately trying to reason what she had ever done to deserve such humiliating debasing. Oh God, it was a horrible, unbelievable nightmare! She was being fucked in her nakedly split pussy hole by a seventy year old swamp man, it was far from a nightmare.

He listened to the girl's groans with keen pleasure, feeling the soft blonde hair of her head brush against his inner thighs as she flailed her head helplessly back and forth between them. Again and again, his persistent tongue speared in and out, flicking in and out of the involuntarily dilating walls of her helpless cunt. This was not the first time in his life that the man had rape-fucked an innocent girl caught alone in the swamp. He was getting to be something of a master at teaching them doggie tricks.

The old swamper knew that a woman's body can be forced to act independently of instructions from her brain. No woman an alive, not even the Mother Superior in a convent full of nuns could withstand the hot slippery licking of her pussy without reacting in some way. Some things were beyond the control of the mind, Sam knew. And already he could feel that the walls of her hot little cunt hole were beginning to give off the warmly tasting juices of slickness which preceded the act of fucking.

There was not the slightest doubt in his mind that against her will, her pussy was becoming aroused and wanting to get fucked. And, in spite of the insecure, uptightness she obviously felt about a cock fucking into her, Sam rightly knew there was nothing the snooty little bitch could do about it! A woman's cunt was king when a tongue was in it!

Sally sobbed as she felt the tiny trickle of hot cunt juice beginning to gather deep inside her unwilling pussy, and slowly radiate out in all directions, into her legs and up as far as her heaving chest. Her huge naked tits jiggled back and forth as he fucked his hotly licking tongue up into her with increasing speed. She could feel the tiny pointed nipples becoming rock-hard and erect, despite the horror in her mind.

The seventy year old man's mouth and tongue lapped mercilessly up between her open thighs and he knew that her cunt's surrender was just around the corner and had to come soon. Already she had stopped smuggling and was moaning passively and submissively beneath him while he devoured her nakedly spread pussy below. She had to give in! No human female could take this kind of treatment forever without sooner or later screaming to be fucked!

"Ooooh, God! Don't! Please don't lick my pussy," she droned on helplessly even as she recognized that now there was nothing more that she could do. She lay in helpless, almost masochistic submission as great team of shame and humiliation welled up in her eyes. This is the end, her mind dazedly thought. After this, I can never hold my head up again.

Who would even have thought that she would ever be lowered to the point where she would lay whimpering and moaning while a seventy year old wild man slavered like an animal with his tongue fucking far up inside her hot defenseless cunt! She had never before realized that a lewd, obscene pussy-licking defilement like this was even possible and now, God, it was happening to her! He was reaming her cunt out like crazy!

Oh, God, where was her father? Why wasn't he here to help her? Her mind reeled again with the remembrance of the lewd scene back there in the swamp where she watched him fuck the girl. How could he moan in pleasure the way he did when he fucked that girl, knowing his own daughter was all alone with the other two wild men?

The old man felt her heavily running tears wash over his inner thighs as she thrashed her head back and forth between them and he smiled with grim satisfaction. This would teach the snotty stuck up little bitch not to go running around like she was better than everybody else. Putting down Sissy when she was no better than a slut herself! He'd teach her a thing or two and the fuck lessons were going to go on all night. And after that he'd take her back to the alligator skinnin' camp and keep her for his fuck and suck slave for as long as he damned well pleased.

Before the night was over he'd have her squirming her haughty little ass around like a heated bitch and begging for it. Maybe he would make her suck off Pete while he fucked his cock into her from behind. That would be one hell of a lesson. There was nothing he liked better than taking an innocent girl who thought she was hot shit and turning her into a wild-cunt swamp woman.

Giving her an extra deep fuck of his lashing tongue, Sam's eyes fell upon the tiny elastic circle of her asshole, nestled fearfully down between the smoothly curved moons of her ass-cheeks.

This should blow her uptight little skull, he told himself and withdrawing his tongue from her now visibly pulsating cunt, he sent it snaking viciously into the tight puckered little hole of her ass.

When his searing tongue circled the tightly closed rim of smooth hairless ass flesh, Sally's tits felt like they were going to swell up and pop. She clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure of hearing her groan in pleasure. But a strangled half-groan, half-gasp came out anyway and her huge tits twitched and jerked as if an electric current had just been passed through her nipples by clamped on electrodes.

No! He was tonguing her asshole! It couldn't feel good!

"Oh, God, don't lick me there, I beg you, please don't!" she pleaded uselessly, straining in vain to tighten her inner muscles, and force the tip of his tongue back out. The only reaction from the man was a low obscene chuckle and another jab with his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy ring of her ass.

"Aaaaaaagghh," she groaned again, feeling a swell of erotic, forbidden sensation sweeping through her tits and cunt like a wave striking a rock. She sobbed helplessly, humiliated by the involuntary reaction of her hot pussy as his lewd unnatural acts assaulted upon her naked cunt. How she longed to be able to lay there coldly immobile, scorning him or having to resort to force and denying him the pleasure of arousing her by tongue-fucking her!

But instead, what little self-control she still possessed was gradually beginning to desert her. The old swamper's tongue slithered slowly, teasingly back, up to her now wildly throbbing cunt as his lips nibbled agonizingly on her clit. Her naked ass-cheeks jerked back up at his face instinctively and she found her hands clinging to his thick muscular thighs far support.

She gritted her teeth and fought back against the humiliation of his lewdly fucking tongue with all the strength left to her, struggling against the tiny spurts of hot cum juices up inside her cunt which threatened to devour her helpless body. Sam knew perfectly well what was happening. He redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly and slippery down between her wide spread thighs like a madman and covering the whole of her nakedly grinding pussy with the wide open cavern of his mouth.

Then, without conscious volition on her part, her helplessly aroused cunt began to jerk spasmodically, grinding hungrily up against his relentless cunt-splitting tongue instead of pulling away. Her hands roamed up and down his heavily straining legs. For one terrible, tormenting moment she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge, lust-hardened cock, hanging only inches from her open mouth.

She remembered the feeling when that boy from the movie had spurted his hot cum into her clenching hand and the memory tempted her again. Slowly but surely, she was forgetting about her father, the isolation of the swamp, her hideous captivity. Nothing seemed to matter now but the lewd electric sparks racing up and down her desperately straining tits and rampaging through her erotically trembling cunt walls.

The man above her was alert to the signs of her virginal pussy's impending surrender and he flicked his tongue quickly in and out of the now hungrily accepting mouth of her cunt. The soft blonde pussy hairs surrounding the tongue-spread lips of her cunt were tickling his nose and the lust-inciting odor of her rapidly rising cum juices were beginning to drive him wild. She's all yours, Sam-boy, he gloated to himself. She's really turned on and ready to fuck now.

The naked, writhing girl, through the dull haze of her lewdly rising desire to be fucked, I thought that the maddening licking and sucking of her hotly flooding cunt was never going to end. Her naked ass bucked and squirmed helplessly beneath him as his hungry tongue fucked into her over and over again. Then, abruptly, he stopped, raising his head and turning his body around on top of it so that he looked directly down into her face. First he bent quickly and ground his cunt-slickened lips against hers so that she could taste the sweet orgasmic juices from her own hotly seeping pussy. Then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd sadistic grin.

"And now, little Miss… whatever your name is," he chortled, "I am going to fuck the livin' shit right out of your snooty pussy, so spread it wide, baby!"

"No!" she managed to respond, knowing that she had very little strength left in her after that wild tongue-fucking he had just subjected her to. Oh God, she didn't want to think about that! As she'd known would happen, he ignored her verbal refusal and bent over her prostrate body, clamping his teeth down over one nakedly throbbing nipple and biting her until she moaned in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.

"When I'm though with you, you're gonna beg for cock, just like Sissy does with all of us. You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and ask me to put my big thick dick anywhere I wanna put it: in your cunt, in your mouth, up your ass, anywhere!"

"Please," she stammered, determined to make one last effort. "You're too big! I'm a… a virgin. You'll split my cherry!"

Her words couldn't have been more poorly chosen.

His only response was an amused burst of laughter as he nudged her unwilling thighs further apart and kneeled between her legs, ready to fuck her.

Sally quivered, something perverse and evil deep inside of her now wanted this disgraceful fuck to happen to her! The wild tongue-fucking her hot little cunt had just received and some evil demon in her hot pussy urged her onward, fighting against all the moral training she had been taught. Her cunt and throbbing tits were her master now. This seventy year old gnarled swamp man had made her want cock where all before him had failed!

Fear didn't dominate her again until she saw the size of the hugely throbbing cock in his hand being guided forward towards her cringing little cunt hole. Then the fear took over and once again she began to whimper, anticipating the pain it would cause when he fucked it deep up into her unprotected cunt.

Using the thick rubbery head, of his cock, he parted the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy. The girl beauty turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer daring to watch what was going on. She held her breath, not even daring to breathe, knowing it was going to hurt up inside her pussy, but not knowing how much.

In school many of her friends had talked about what it was like to have a big hard cock pop your cherry, but Sally had always turned her back on those conversations. Now she wished she'd have listened more intently. Perhaps there was some pussy trick. Some way of keeping it from hurting terribly.

He fucked his cock forward slightly.

"Oooohhh, God!" she sobbed, feeling the painful pressure against the tight, clenched lips of the thin little cunt mouth.

Positioning himself on her with his powerful shoulder muscles, he fucked inward again. Christ, she's got a tight cunt, he grunted to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow, cock-stretching passage.

"Aaaaaaaaggghhh! God!" It was in! It was her cherry that popped! "Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!"

"Real screamer, aren't ya," he gloated and wondered if by chance Sissy and that daddy of Sally's had gotten back and were watching him fuck the daughter. Too bad they can't see it, he thought, because he would have loved it if someone besides that demented Pete could see him fucking her. But wait until he got her back to the alligator camp. Boy, things would be different then!

The cock-impaled girl jibbered again and again from the pressure on her suddenly fucked-away hymen. The old swamper looked down on her pain contorted face. He was making the stuck-up little bitch yell, there was no doubt about that, and he was enjoying every minute of his cock embedded in the warm, wet tightness of her cunt.

Her high and mighty attitude would be fucked away forever when his cock finished with her and she would never be the same again. They never were when old Sam finished with them. Spread eagled below him she was writhing and panting, groaning and gasping for breath, reduced now to a helplessly quivering mass of fearful pain-wracked pussy and tit flesh and nothing more.

The old man grinned and fucked his cock up inside her cunt another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped little pussy-hole yield unwillingly before the force of his driving hardness. There was no stopping him now and he flexed his ass muscles tightly and shoved himself home, burying his long thick cock in her to the hilt and pushing the hot cum-slickened flesh of her cunt before him in soft rippling waves of dominance. Them, with a heavy grunt, he had slammed it all the way up into her belly not stopping until his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped flatly up against the helplessly upturned cheeks of her ass.

"Oooooh, God!" she groaned beneath him in hopeless agony and pussy-splitting pleasure. It was a sensation unlike anything else she had ever felt before in her life. Her cunt felt as if it had been forced apart by something great and wonderful, hard, yet yielding, molding itself to the shape of her never-before fucked pussy. His long, hotly pulsing cock seemed to fill her cunt walls completely. She could feel every tiny ridge and indentation of it as it fucked itself snugly up inside her cock-stretched belly.

The huge man let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks further down into the soft moss beneath the blanket and flattening her huge nipple-tipped tits back against her chest. He flexed his cock, tensing the head of it as hard as he could up inside her, curious to see what effect it would have on her cunt.

"Uuuuuugggh," she groaned in response, her beautiful face now twisted with the humiliation of lying widespread and servilely beneath him while another man watched his cock sink deep in her spread pussy-hole. She could hear his panting and knew he was still there. Opening her eyes just a slit, she looked up to see Pete's face leering dim-wittedly down at her. He'd leaned over slightly, just enough so that he didn't miss a stroke of the old man's fucking, all the while stroking his own long, hard cock.

"Like that?" Sam then asked mockingly, flexing it again to make her moan a second time. "You're gonna like it even better before I get through fuckin' it to ya. Flow does it feel to have a man's cock inside that cunt of yours?"

"Oh please," Sally cried out helplessly. "Don't do that anymore."

"Why? Does it feel too good for ya? Fraid it's gonna make your hot little pussy cum?"

Seeing that the last reserve of her resistance was almost broken, the old man began a slow gentle fucking motion in and out between her torturously stretched thighs. He could feel her tight cunt hole loosening up slightly with each successive stroke and he realized that he was moving more freely now.

Her pussy walls had instinctively begun to secrete more of the natural cunt juices that allowed his cock to fuck in and out more easily.

It won't take long now for her to blow her nuts, he assured himself as he fucked slowly in and out between her legs. He had started her off well by sucking her cunt until, in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. And now, once the momentary soreness of having her cherry punched out had passed, he would have her love being fucked too.

For the seventy year old swamper, it was not enough just to fuck a girl, something almost any strong cocked guy should be able to do with mere force. What he really wanted was to transform this beauty who'd been so innocent until he got into her.

He wanted to see her squirming lustfully under him, her emotions reduced to a desperate, uncontrollable desire. He wanted to watch those big hot titties of hers swell up with sexual excitement until they threatened to explode cum out of her nipples. He wanted her long tapered legs locked hungrily up around his back, urging him to fuck her deeper. He wanted to hear her babble out words like fuck, cock and cunt when he emptied the cum from his balls deep up into her ravenous, cock-filled cunt.

He had known, somehow, the moment he had laid eyes on her, that there was a hot sensual streak hidden in her snooty little cunt just waiting for the right cock-touch to bring it roaring out. Then when he had first fucked his tongue up her involuntarily flowering cunt and felt the first slow pulsation's of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right tract.

Now, it was merely a question of time before she snaked her legs up behind his back and screamed for his cock to fuck her big hot tits off.

The grizzly old swamp man stepped up the pace of his fucking slightly, raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down into her fur-rimed little cunt-hole so that the long hard shaft of his stone-hard cock would fuck directly across the tiny, sensation-filled tit of her clit.

She had stopped groaning in complaint now and he knew that the moment was approaching when he would have her fucking her hot little pussy back up around his cock with pleasure and admitting it.

Despite her almost total lack of experience with fucking, Sally's female instincts told her quite clearly what was happening. The battle going on here was psychological as well as physical. She knew she was losing badly in both her cunt and mind. This was going to be more than a mere rape of her pussy, and the girl knew that the old man would not be satisfied until he had fucked her emotionally as well. He wanted his cock in her brain, too!

And even now, she could feel her tortured mind and pussy dipping, no matter how much she tried to focus her thoughts on her hatred for him and the fact that he was rape-fucking her. There were lewd, licking little flames of desire spreading through her cunt-walls and tits and she could already see where she was headed… a wild, screaming cum-fuck! Unconditional surrender was on its way and the thought sent chills up and down her spine as the man's heavy, slippery pistoning cock fucked powerfully into her.

She commanded her body to lay still and stiff but her sensually tormented pussy was no longer obeying her. Her thighs began to twitch and jerk inward toward his cock and despite her firm resolution not to submit, she groaned incessantly as his mouth slavered over hers, her tongue making hot little return fucks into his panting mouth.

The pain in her cunt was gone now completely. Her body felt alive and on fire, filled with strange, masochistically disturbing sensations unlike anything she had ever known before in her life. The pale innocent face which had been wildly distorted by lines of pain a few minutes before were now contorting and grimacing instead with the growing passion of getting fucked out of her mind.

There was a moment of great tension as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff and then she completely tumbled over the side! It was like falling or floating and the pain and fear down between her split pussy lips seemed to have passed. Uncontrolled abandon filled her long sleek legs and they jerked and quivered wildly out in the air on either side of his heavily fucking rod of cock flesh. Her eyes were gently closed as if she were sleeping, but her legs and cunt mouth were open wide in acceptance now and her tongue worked its way hotly, hungrily up into his mouth. Gone were the groans of discomfort. The sounds that spilled from her excitedly heaving chest were now whore-like cries of delight and intense pleasure from the lewd fuck she was receiving.

The old man sensed what was happening every step of the way and fucked into her like a madman to reduce her to a quivering mass of hotly screaming female flesh, subtly shifting the rhythm of his hard, piston-like strokes. He fucked into her now with long smooth thrusts, withdrawing his heavily pulsating cock out almost to the lips of her now hungrily flowering cunt on the backstroke. And then all the way to the depths of his balls on the forward stroke, fucking so far into her that the heavy sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread asshole each time he fucked forward.

Her hotly budding cunt-mouth began to twitch and snap up at his cock more strenuously now as he fucked rhythmically into her. A light, fine sweat broke out over her skin. Her nostrils flared sensuously and low hums of submission and pleasure broke from her throat.

The swamp man crushed his chest onto hers, delighted as he felt himself supported by the twin cushions of her huge, splendidly formed tits, the two hard little nipples digging hotly into his skin. His hands now free for other work, he slipped them gently down over her soft smoothly working hips and cupped the firmly tensed cheeks of her grinding ass, taking one in each hand. The smoothly curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously now between his fingers. He pulled her open loins even closer up to him, opening the fuzz-fringed pussy-lips between her thighs and fucking her stretched cunt to greater and greater depths.

As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his fingers passed lightly over the tiny, unprotected little pucker of her asshole, and a further thought occurred to his lust-driven mind.

Her tight little asshole was wonderfully soft and warm to the touch and he teased his fingertip over it two of three times, feeling her cunt jerk upward on his cock each time he touched the sensitive, hairless little ring of flesh. Then sliding his finger toward her frantically straining pussy and feeling the hardness of his cock fucking into her, he moistened it slightly in the wetness of her now hotly flowing cunt lips. He teased it down again to the rhythmically flexing lips of her asshole. Wetting his finger slightly with the moisture, he abruptly ground it inward. He caught her off-guard and wormed it into her asshole as far as the first knuckle. He felt the momentarily shocked sponginess tighten desperately round his finger.

"Ooooooh God!" she groaned out in protest, surprised by this new object fucking into her ass. But cries of shock and humiliation were music to the rough old seventy year olds ears. He wormed his finger into her more insistently, working it in as far as it would go and then rotating it around inside, widening and stretching the soft, rubbery interior of her protesting little asshole.

Another finger followed the first and once again he felt the resistance drop away from her. There was no strength left in her to fight him now and he felt the soft rubbery walls of her ass gradually flex outward and adjust to this depraved invasion.

He grinned to himself as he felt her tits swell and her cunt slowly begin to clench inward with pleasure to this twin fucking of her cunt and asshole. Double-fucked now, she began screwing her rectum all the way back down against the palm of his hand while her now ravenously locked little cunt-mound continued to fuck up and twist in slow uncontrolled hunger now around the long pole of his cock.

With the fingers of his other hand, he teasingly circled around the plunging hardness of his cock fucking deeply into her cunt and found the hard, pulsating tip of her desire-swollen clitty. Pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it back aid forth, bringing new cries of abandoned ecstasy to her lips. He fucked into her like a slave of old trying to please his mistress as he felt her cunt opening up to him now as fully and slippery as it would as if she wanted to swallow his cock and balls both up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.

He knew she was ready to cum like a wild gang-fucked nymphomaniac. The heavily sweating man increased his strokes up into her, fucking wildly into the tight little pussyhole between her thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther up into the hotly clutching depths of her ass.

Her desperately straining legs climbed higher on his back and she subconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt more deeply. The night was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his long thick hardness fucked into the wide-split crevice of her hungrily sucking pussy.

She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching cum, her tongue swirling hotly up into his mouth. Her already huge tits seemed to double in size as the rock-hard little nipples bored into his chest like tiny spreading bullets.

"Ohhhhhh!" she was whimpering up around his hot mouth-fucking tongue, as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her tightly locked cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his mercilessly fucking cock. He quickened the stroke again wanting to make this a pussy-bursting cum she would remember for the rest of her life. One she would never forget!

Then he felt her nakedly jerking ass lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her cunt clawing and sucking at his insanely pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it out of existence. She was panting like a runner at the end of a three mile race and suddenly he knew that his ball-popping cum was in sight for him, too.

And then suddenly, their cock and cunt exploded together, and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. Sally could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began and her legs seemed to shoot out into independent orgasms of their own. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits. She felt his hotly jerking balls suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide split crevice of her open buttocks and his pent up cum spew hotly out into her womb. Touching and filling her in places up inside her thirsty belly that she never dreamed could be reached.

A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her cum, and the two of them, the seventy year old swamp man and the ex-virgin, licked and ground their tongues into each other's saliva-filled mouths like animals in heat, their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other.

The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her milking pussy-well. Neither one of them moved as her cream filled cunt slowly relaxed and throbbed to an even tighter squeezing tightness around his deflating cock.

As the fog cleared from Sally's mind, she was left with a feeling of deep confusion. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been fucked good and proper and waves of shocked surprise that she had accepted it so whore-like swept uncontrollably over her.

A short time ago she had never seen this man, old enough to be her grandfather, before! Now he'd become the first man ever to fuck her! And strangely, instead of resisting him or at least trying to lie there coldly while he fucked his lewd cock up into her virginal cunt, she had acted like a slut and fucked wildly back. No better than that slut, the swamp girl she had seen sucking her father's cock.

A loud, lewd laugh startled her out of her reverie. Opening her eyes, she felt the heavy weight of Sam's gray haired chest lift from the huge tits and expose their sweating nakedness to the chilling night breeze.

"That's a fine, hot fuckin' pussy you got there, girl. Me an' the boys is gonna enjoy havin' it around for a while. Now, you get up and get your clothes on. I'm takin' yow back to the alligator skinnin' camp with me. Looks like that asshole, Pete, has already gone. That tide's slipped out so's we can walk it now. I know the trail well as my hand."

"B-But what about my f-father?" the girl stuttered as her modesty returned and she pressed her hands over her nakedly exposed tits trying vainly to hide them. "He won't know where to find us."

"Don't you worry none," he grinned a toothy grin. "The way he was fuckin' Sissy in the mouth back there in the swamp, I'm sure she already got him on the floor of the damp tent sucking his balls dry again. Now, you get up off that hot-to-fuck li'l, ass of yours and let's go."

He reached a hand down to help her and the girl looked up at him, her eyes glazing momentarily over in thought.

My God, what happened to me she wondered, feeling all the strength of her lithe body dissipate in an agonizing shrill of fear. It had been bad enough being raped by one man… the man who stared down at her now, offering a hand to help her to her feet. But then losing control of herself and fucking back at him like an aphrodisiac drugged whore like that, it was simply too much to believe! And now, now he was taking her back to his campsite for the others to fuck too. And her father, where was he now?

She gritted her teeth, trying to gather the strength to rise to her feet, but the fear of what was to came held her cemented to the ground. "Lemme give you a hand," grunted the dark silhouette above. And then strong arms were lifting her up off the ground.

Shakily she was on her feet again, her head throbbing from the moonshine churning in her stomach, her pussy and tits sore from the wild fuck he had given her. And now what was going to happen to her? She was being taken off to some place in the woods far away from the swamp and away from her father. What should she do? Was there any possibility of escape? The only good aspect of her situation was that at least the stupid, ugly-looking Pete had left and not demanded his turn at fucking her next.

Turning to look over her shoulder, she realized that there was nothing more she could do then. Her father deserting her had left her no choice what-so-ever. If she stayed here alone, God knows what other gang might come along and fuck her too.