She was draped over a broad shoulder, and, seeing the other two men approaching, realized that it must be Mac Jr who had won the prize.
Back in the open forest, Mac dumped her to the ground. "So, you don't want to strip for us, huh? Get her ready."
Nick and Vito wasted no time. Nick pulled at her blouse, tearing it free with a loud ripping sound. Vito had tossed her shoes away and worked the buttons on her fly, then yanked her jeans off her legs. The two men were pulling at her clothes from either end, stripping her down to bra and panties.
"About time we got a look at these beauties," growled Nick as he ran the edge of a hunting knife under both bra straps, then straight up the center. Brenda's tits spilled out, her nipples immediately hard in the cool forest air. Nick grabbed both breasts, letting them spill through his fingers as he squeezed them hard. A moment later, he focused his attention on just the hard pink nubs at the center, pinching them until Brenda cried out.
"Teach you to run from us," he said as he pinched them again.
Vito picked up the knife and ran the cold steel along Brenda's belly, making her shiver. With the flick of a wrist, he sliced her panties from her and tossed them over his shoulder. "Nice," he said, forcing her legs apart and rubbing his index finger along the lips of her pussy, then slipping it inside her.
Brenda knew she was wet, ready for these men to use like some common whore. She was disgusted with herself, but excited beyond anything she'd ever known. Vito's finger felt good sliding in and out of her, and she made no more effort to keep her thighs together. A moment later, her hips responded to his caresses, rolling up and down to follow his twisting finger. Nick had lowered his head to her tits and was slurping obscenely, first at one, then the other.
"She's ready, boss," said Vito.
Brenda looked up. Mac had shed his coveralls, and was undoing his belt. He was smiling, the look of a conqueror about to enjoy the spoils of war. He didn't shed his clothes, but opened his fly and brought his hard cock out. Brenda licked her lips. She couldn't help it.
Mac flipped his discarded coveralls to the ground, and laid down face up on top of them, his cock pointing straight up in the air. "Put her on, boys. It's carousel time."
"What?" thought Brenda, her mind going cloudy from her growing need.
The two men picked her up as easily as a bag of groceries and walked her over the few feet to where Mac lay on the ground. While Mac grabbed her by the hips, Nick grabbed her around the chest, while Vito seized both legs. They held her in a sitting position while Mac adjusted his cock until the head was nudging between her smooth wet lips. He nodded.
Nick pushed down on her shoulders as Mac thrust upward, and Brenda was filled in a rush that left her gasping. "Oh my god!" she cried.
Vito grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs straight out, so she couldn't use them for leverage and relieve any of the pressure that Mac's cock had raised inside her. Nick, his hands firmly under her tits, raised her slightly and then let fall back down, impaled on Mac's cock like a roast pig on a spit. Then Vito started to move.
He was turning her, moving her in a circle by her ankles, the pivot point the hot electric contact between the big man's cock and her throbbing pussy. While he turned her slowly around, Nick focused on picking her up and dropping her down. The friction of thrusting combined with twisting inside of her was driving Brenda quickly over the edge.
She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a thunderstorm, her whole body shuddering. Still the men kept going, Mac thrusting into her, Nick raising and dropping, Vito ever twisting. It was too much at once, more than she'd ever imagined possible.
The multiples were building on one another, and Brenda couldn't catch her breath through the screaming. She felt herself growing dizzy.
"Hey!" screamed a voice. "What the fuck's going on here?"
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