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More strong hands slipped between her stocking-clad thighs and with one swift tug, they spread her legs wide apart. Diane's ankles were now being held over the boy's laps and pinned on the outside. She was pinioned, spread-eagle in the seat, as eager mouths now clamped to each of her large breasts and began sucking.
"Uhmmmm," she struggled to speak, but only mumbles came out of her tongue filled mouth. She could feel busy fingers now working at her spread vagina, pulling her cunt lips apart and opening her even wider. Slowly, fingers from two different hands slipped easily inside her moist crease and began moving smoothly in and out.
"I guessed that you would try something like this on the trip, so the guys agreed to help me," she heard Dave smugly say from the front seat. "You should know dear, it's not fair to tease a defenseless man who can't do anything about it. So we thought we'd do a little turnabout for the next four hours. You'll get to play, but you won't get to come."
And for the remainder of the drive, Diane lived through hours of pure torment. Repeatedly, one of the boys would massage and rub her clit, working her right up to the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. At intervals, she would find her face buried in one of their laps, sucking on a swollen cock, while a guy sitting behind her pounded his meat into her aching cunt or stretched rectum. But again, whenever she neared a climax, they would pull out, leaving her to cool off for a moment. Then, they would re-entered her, come inside her and withdrew again before she could reach orgasm.
Pleeeeasse, let me cum!" Diane wailed. "YES! YES! I neeeed to cummmmm! Please!" "Sorry," Dave laughed. "Were just getting you ready. When we get to the ranch, you'll be so hot, that you'll die to fuck something."
And at no point in the trip was Diane allowed to have an orgasm. Occasionally, one boy would pump her hard in the anus, pull abruptly out, and roll her around, where another guy would quickly penetrate her cunt for several pumps. Then, diabolically, they would flip her again for more rapid pounding in her dilated asshole as she bucked and humped. And always, her hands were held tightly to keep her from touching herself and relieving herself. Repeatedly, the men took her to the very brink of her orgasm and ecstasy, then nothing. They would stop and leave her to cool down, writhing, moaning and suffering.
Frequent roadside stops allowed them all to switch places and drive or play with Diane. Six of the college guys, including three from the other car, and Dave swapped positions numerous times throughout the trip and when they finally drove up to the ranch, everyone was well satisfied. Everyone, that is, except Diane. Where as the guys had come numerous times during the journey, Diane was a picture of pent up sexual frustration.
"Boys, she's so hot, she'd fuck a fence post," Dave said to the group, mockingly, getting to the western cowboy mode as they all climbed out of the van.
"Great! Great! The rest of the group's arrived!" bellowed Bob, the ranch owner, as they all walked into the lodge house. A portly, gray-haired man, Bob and his diminutive, leathery-skinned wife, Harriett, reminded Diane of a couple who should be running a dude ranch or a bed and breakfast, rather than a sex resort.
Introductions were made all around and they met the other three couples with whom they would be sharing the session. They met Emma and Phil, a short, slim couple in their 40's and Jerry and Rita, a mismatched couple if ever there were one, Diane thought. Jerry was well into his 60's, a Brit, very tall at six foot eight, with gray haired and a pencil thin body. Rita, his wife, on the other hand, was a hefty Midwest girl in her twenties with peroxide-white hair. The last couple introduced startled Diane a bit, as she recalled their faces from photos and movies on the ranch website.