"A pizza? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Sue took another long sip of straight bourbon and shook her silver-blonde head in disbelief.
"Fucking is exactly what I have in mind," Rita replied with a lewd grin. "Have you seen the cute guy who drives the delivery truck?"
Edna snorted and said, "He's only seventeen. They were all in their thirties, bored suburban housewives gathered for their morning coffee klatch. Only coffee didn't do it for them any more. Edna poured a stiff slug of brandy into hers.
"I know he's young," Rita said, "and you know how hot kids are. I'll bet he can fuck all three of us before the pizza gets cold."
"I'm for it, if he brings the giant-size, special deluxe!" Sue said with a giggle. She tipped her silver-blonde head and drained her glass. The sound of her laughter turned bitter. "I need something to fill me up!"
"Jesus Christ!" Edna said in a tone of rigid respectability. "this is the most disgusting conversation I ever heard."
"Disgusting?" Rita mocked her friend's stiff tone. "I'll tell you what's disgusting three horny middle-aged bitches with nothing better to do than get sloshed on a Tuesday morning."
"Yeah," Sue agreed. She poured more bourbon from a bottle that wad nearly dry. "And what's even more disgusting . . . the pizza place doesn't open until noon. Would one of you like to lick my cunt for an hour and a half?"
"Oooh," Edna groaned. "I can't stand any more of this!"
"Then lie down," Rita snapped, "and we'll lick your clit until the kid' comes. I mean CUMS!" Rita and Sue broke into peals of half-drunken laughter.
Edna huffed and hurried to gather her things. "I don't know what's happened with the two of you, but Bill and I are very happi1y married."
Sue gave a snort and said, "Sure, you're happily married... and I'm the Queen of Spain."
In a cold, clear voice, Rita reminded her, "Just yesterday you sat there whining because your precious Bill has the hots for his secretary."
"That bitch!" Edna said quickly. Her mask of propriety shattered and tears dotted the corners of her eyes. "She doesn't have a brain in her head!"
"But I've heard she has plenty in her bra." Sue drew a long breath, swelling her own large and shapely tits.
"Yes, they're almost as big as yours," Edna said in a weary tone of voice, "and that's all Bill thinks about tit, tit, and more TIT!"
"And my husband says I'm too short and fat," Sue complained. She was small-boned, narrow at the waist, with tits and an ass both oversized for her small frame. "That sonvabitch husband of mine says he likes the tall, curvy type . . . like Rita."
"I know your husband Frank pinches my ass every chance he gets. And my husband, that asshole Joe says he likes a lean, athletic woman . . . like Edna."
"Really?" Edna seemed both surprised and pleased. "Bill says I'm too skinny. That fucker even calls me Ed because he says I have a figure like a little boy.''
"You know wassss the matter?" Sue asked, a slur creeping into her voice. "We're all fucking the
wrong cock."
"Uuunngh!" Edna groaned in disgust. "You know how I hate talking about sex!"
"What about doing it? I mean doing it with my husband Joe?" Rita asked. "He drools every time he sees you, Edna. Says you have a sexy look like a fashion model."
"All skin and bones, you mean." Edna shook her head. "No, I could never be unfaithful to Bill."
"I'm not talking about being unfaithful, falling in love and all that shit," Rita explained. "I'm talking about a nice and friendly, no-strings attached fuck."
"No!" Edna insisted. She shook her head, swirling her close-cropped curly black hair that was lightly streaked with gray. And I don't want Bill sleeping with anyone else either!"
"But he's going to, Sue warned. "He's going to fuck that secretary of his if he hasn't already. And you can't trust Mr. Who knows, she might start hearing wedding bells.
"Bill would never." Edna stopped abruptly and felt a chill. "Yes, damn it. He might. He might leave me just to get his greedy hands on a big pair of tits!"
"It happens all the time," Rita agreed. "Men get bored at home and they start looking around. They meet some sweet, single young chick and zap! Divorce - court."
"I don't want that," Edna moaned.
"None of us do, right?" Sue asked. They all nodded. "But let's face it our husbands are bored!''
Rita quickly agreed. "The men all want a little variety, and if we don't give it to them, they'll get it somewhere else."
"What are you suggesting?" Edna asked stiffly. "That, we switch husbands?"
"Not for keeps," Rita said. "No sneaky affairs, no big entanglements. We just let the guys have what we know they're going to get anyway, but just between us-all open and above board."
Sue picked up the suggestion quickly. "Edna, your Bill wants a-woman with big tits, and I've got 'em . . . right?" She swelled her huge creamy tit mounds with another proud breath.
"Right," Edna said with a wistful sigh.
"Well, I'll put that secretary of his out of his mind for good! And I'm not going to steal him away from you.
Rita nodded, smiling. "Sue's husband Frank wants to make it with a tall, curvy-type, and that's me." Rita tossed her head and her long, dark-brown hair sheened as it spilled over one shoulder to drape ore sharply coned, jutting tit.
Edna began to see it now. "And your Joe he gets me. Did he really say I look like a fashion model?"
"He sure did." "But what do we get out of this?" Edna wondered, her voice still clouded with doubt.
"Well, I expect to have some fun too," Sue said with a bold grin. "Frank is short and stocky, and I have always wanted to fuck with a man who is really tall like Bill."
"And hhhmmmm!" Rita had a hand in her lap, fingering her juicy cut through the damp fabric of her skirt. Her head swayed atop her long neck and a dreamy look filled her dark eyes. "Frank is so solid!" she said. "Are those bulging muscles . . . I can hardly wait to feel his cock!"
Edna's eyes 'gleamed brightly when she thought about Joe's craggy face and rough good looks, but then she stiffened and said, "No . . . it's a nice idea, but it would never work! I can't just go home some evening and say, 'Oh, Bill. . . how would you like to fuck Sue and play with her big, beautiful tits?'
"She's right," Rita said with a gloomy frown. "My Joe is quite a guy, but I can't just walk up and say, Edna's coming over tonight so you can fuck someone who looks like a fashion model.' " She could imagine the startled look on his face. "He'd probably shit in his pants . . . or think I've gone completely nuts!"
Sue tugged at a softly - curled strand of her shoulder-length silvery hair and said thoughtfully, "What if we all get together some night, have a few drinks and . . . well, jest sort of let things happen. The guys are all so horny, it shouldn't take long."
"But where?" Rita asked. "This whole neighborhood is so uptight . . . all the neighbors would be watching and talking behind our backs."
Edna grinned. "And as soon as we got paired off, Bill's parents would drop by or his boss. only lives three blocks away, and he's always got important paperwork for him to do."
"We've got to get away from here," Sue concluded. "Go somewhere that's really fun, where we can all relax and enjoy ourselves."
"I know where!" Rita said brightly. "The guys have been talking about it for weeks."
"Where?" Edna asked, intrigued again. Rita's husband Joe was so strong and sexy looking, the thought of him made her pussy squirm. Her cunt oozed warm honey as it seldom had before.
"We can rent one of those big houseboat up on Crystal Lake," Rita said. "Leave Friday when the guys get off work and spend the whole weekend in the sunshine and fresh air!"
Sue chuckled and shook her head. "If that Bill is as horny as I think, we're going to spend the whole weekend in bed!"
"Do whatever feels fight," Rita said. "We can get one of the sixty-footers with three bedrooms."
"And a sundeck!" Edna chimed in brightly, excited now. "I have always wanted to get fucked outdoors under the stars!"
Rita almost choked. "What happened to Mrs. Prim and Proper?" she asked.
Edna flashed a leering, sexy grin. "Rita, my dear... I'm going to fuck that husband of yours so long and hard that you'll have to carry him off the boat!"
"I'll call the marina right now and make a reservation." Sue said.
"Yup, we got a sixty-footer you kin have the whole weekend," the gray-haired man in faded dungarees said happily. "Three bedrooms? Right, no problem."
Only two out of a fleet of thirty houseboats had been rented for the coming weekend, but the old man was careful not to mention that.
"With waterbeds?" he croaked. "No, lady none of our boats have them. The whole damn lake is a waterbed!" He scratched his bristled chin. "Some of them swingers from the city," he chuckled to the dockhand with his hand cupped over the mouthpiece of the telephone. "They must notta heard all the trouble we've been havin' up here."
"I'm glad somebody hasn't heard!" the young dockhand replied. "Boss said if it got any worse he'd hafta start layin' off!"
"Yes, m 'am," the old man said into the phone. "Everything's jus' fine! We expect a bright, sunny weekend fishin's good, we got bass jumpin all over the lake."
Then he capped the phone again and said to his helper: "By the horny sound of her voice, they'll spend the whole weekend fuckin' and never even see a fish!"
"Yeah, but fuckin' who?" the dockhand wondered. In the last three weeks, six women had' been found bound and brutally raped on the shores of Crystal Lake. No arrests had been made, the local sheriff had simply stated that a full investigation was underway.
"It's damn funny the sheriff can 't find out who's been fucking them pretty city gals," the dockhand grumbled.
The old man covered the phone again and laughed. "The sheriff couldn't find shit if he ripped up an outhouse floor! I know who's doin it . . . and so does he. He just ain't about to say, and he dang sure won't arrest his own damn cousins."
"The Jensen brothers? You think they're the ones been ropin' and rapin'?" the astonished dockhand asked.
The old dockmaster nodded, whispered. "Fer sure." Then he uncovered the phone again. 'Yes, m 'am... the boat will be fully equipped. A barbecue, yes. Yes, and plenty of towels."
His leathery hand closed over the mouthpiece again, and a grin split his sun-dried lips. "I jus' love the way them city women beat around the bush!"
"What makes you think it's the Jensen brothers?" the dockhand asked.
'Cuz they're the three biggest cocks in this county, an' with the mill shut down, they ain't got nuthin' better to do."
"Well, shit-oh-dear!" the dockhand exclaimed. "Now I think about it, I'd rather fuck than fall trees!" Sue rattled on in the telephone from her suburban kitchen a hundred miles south of the lake.
The old dockmaster listened and kept saying, "Yes, ma-am." Once he, added, "All you gotta bring is your toothbrush and the booze." Then he covered the phone and said, "Rubbers too, if that's what your men use. Damn, this woman sounds so hot she's makin' my seventy-year-old dick get hard jus' talkin on the phone."
The old man rolled his eyes and adjusted the swelling in his tattered pants. "Er, no ma-am .. . I cain't really say that nude swimming is allowed but it's a powerful big lake, lotsa hidden little coves you can pull into."
"Hhhooo! The Jensens oughta love that," the dockhand said. He'd often seen the three burly lumberjacks cruising the big lake in their long dugout canoe a big hollowed cedar log with an outboard motor big enough to power a small car. He couldn't help but wonder what they'd do if they saw three pretty city women splash around with their little twats and asses bare.
The dockhand shuddered. He knew damn well what they'd do! He had seen the last of the six raped women the sheriff brought in. She had an old blanket wrapped around her, no clothes left at all. And he could see rope burns on her wrists and ankles, raw red welts.
When they were helping her out of the sheriff's patrol boat, the front of the blanket slipped open and besides a nice pair of tits and a furry little snatch, he'd seen more raised welts across her belly and her tits . . . these with a braided pattern that still showed, like from a big blacksnake whip.
Funny thing about it though, and the one thing he didn't understand, the woman had a funny little smile on her lips. She never did press formal charges, and neither did any of the rest.
He just shrugged and thought, there's no way a man can really understand what goes on inside a woman s head. They must think with their cunts! Then he thought about how big and fucking mean the damn Jensens were, and he said in a mumble.
"Ooooh, if that lady on the phone only knew!" Maybe she'd find out. She might be next .
Chapter Two
Amos Jensen scanned the clear blue sunlit water of Crystal Lake from the porch of a rustic cabin deep in a cove at the far north end. Amos was the oldest and the largest of the three brothers, their undisputed leader, who looked like a hairy mountain with arms. His long black frizzy hair fluttered in the afternoon breeze.
"Damn!" he roared. "There ain't been a damn boat on the whole fucking lake all day except old man Conners out fishin' for bass."
"Word must be gettin' around," the middle brother Enos said. He was built long and lean under a shaggy mop of rust-colored hair. When he laughed, he showed a mouthful of crooked, broken teeth.
Willie, the youngest and best looking of the three, slouched in a slant-back chair that he had propped against the cabin wall. He had bright blue eyes and tousled, sun-streaked sandy-colored hair.
"I don't see what's so dang funny, Enos. If ole cousin Lie weren't the sheriff around here, we'd all be doin' hard time for what we done." Willie shook his head.
"Boy, don't you bitch! You done as much as Enos an me, an' I think you enjoyed it more!" Amos said, glaring with eyes as hard and black as lumps of coal.
Enos laughed again and spit a slimy charge of tobacco juice ten feet into the woods around the cabin. "We know fer sure them ladies liked it more . . . little Willie being so dang good-lookin' an' all . . . jus' like old Tab what's-his-name? You know, he used to be in the movies. Handsome devil . . . 'course he weren't near the size of Willie."
Little Willie weighed two hundred and thirty pounds, stood six-foot-four in his stocking feet, and there wasn't a man anywhere around Crystal Lake who could take him . . . except Amos, who was two inches taller and twenty pounds heavier.
Amos said, "I don't think his looks had a damn thing to do with pleasin' them city bitches. It's that blonde-haired pecker of his." He hunched his enormous shoulders. "Goddamn, but that boy is hung! In a family full of big cocks, that kid is the king!"
"Mine's as long!" Enos said sharply.
"But not half so big around," Amos said with a sneer. "Question is, what we gonna do with three fine cocks and no ladies out on the lake?"
"Some'll show on the weekend," Willie said.
"the weekend? Fuck, boy . . . this is Tuesday! What are we gonna do, jack-off until Friday night?"
"I don't know about you two, but I'm takin' the dugout down to Stillwater Cove."
"What's there besides the Ryan's cabin?" Amos wanted to know.
"Just the cabin," Willie said, " . . . which has been rented to the new school teacher."
"What new school teacher?" Enos thought he knew everything that went on round Crystal Lake.
"Miss Amy McCoy," Willie told them. "Just hired on to teach third grade a real pretty little gal with fire-red hair long enough to kiss her cute little ass. I met her that year I went to the junior college down in the valley. Today, I figure I'll really get to know her . . . if you know what I mean."
"Well, hot shill An honest to God redhead?" Amos said with a leering, gap-toothed grin. "You jus' hang on, boy. . . Enos and me are goin' with you.
"You'll piss in a panther's ear first!" Willie said. "This little lady is mine. All mine!"
Amos curled his lip and said flatly, "There's ain't nuthin' around here what's all yours. We share an' share alike!"
"I'm not sharin' her, Amos! You want her, you gotta go through me first!"
"Boy, don't talk that way to me. It'd be a pure shame to smash all them shiney bright teeth of yours...
Willie came up out of the chair like the seat had been set cm fire.
"You sonuvabitch!" Willie roared, charging head down toward his brother like a ram.
Enos stuck out one lanky leg and tripped him. Amos side-stepped Willie's charge and launched a vicious uppercut from the floor of the porch. He caught Willie on the point of his chin, snapped his head back and sent him tumbling to the ground. Willie hit flat on his face, both arms hanging limp. He rolled over; once, moaning, and then lay still, his glazed blue eyes staring blankly at the sky.
"Load the boy in the boat," Amos said. "Least we can do is let him have thirds when he wakes up.' Then his hairy barrel of a chest heaved with a gale laughter. "'While you're at it . . . load a few coils of rope and some of that log chain too. Those educated ladies aren't always as obliging as they might be!"
They were ready to go in tell minutes flat. Enos steered the dugout, and Amos sat in the bow and brooded. Amos was a mean man, who had become meaner when the mill had closed down. With housing prices shooting up and interest rates soaring, few people could afford new homes. Carpenters got laid off, builders went broke. Not much lumber was being used, and so the mill at Crystal Lake closed down. That meant no logging jobs for the Jensen brothers. With nothing to do but cash weekly unemployment checks, their powerful bodies got restless.
Enos ran the hundred-horse outboard from the rear seat of their long cedar dugout canoe, his sinewy right hand wrapped hard around the vibrating throttle handle,
Amos' dark eyes sweeped the bright water ahead, catching beads of spray that gleamed in his scruffy beard.
Willie lay unconscious in the middle of the dugout, unaware of the engine's roar, the stinging spray, or the lazy black buzzards circling idly overhead.
"Cut the engine," Amos shouted as they neared the mouth of Stillwater Cove. "Just glide the big fucker in no sense announcin' our arrival sooner than we need."
Women around Crystal Lake were all jittery because of what they'd heard. Nothing official, the sheriff had taken care of that. Nothing in the weekly paper, and nothing on TV beamed in from the relay tower on Crystal Peak. But they all knew. Word traveled fast in tins' backwoods towns.
Amy McCoy kept the latch chain on when she heard a knock on her cabin doors and the business end of a double-barreled twelve-gauge poked out the narrow crack before she asked, "Who is it?"
Willie Jensen stepped around where she could see him, his sandy hair still dripping after Amos had dunked his head in the lake to wake him up. "Hi, Amy. . . it's Willie!" Her green eyes flashed brightly.
Willie Jensen was a big handsome bastard, and Amy had. heard rumors around the junior college they'd both attended, rumors about the size of his cock wild rumors that made her red-furred pussy itch.
"You're all wet!" she said, withdrawing the lethal muzzle of the gun and undoing the latch chain.
"I sort of fell in the lake," he started to explain.
Then Amos kicked the door with one booted foot and knocked it half off its hinges.
"Shit!" Amy screamed, stumbling back, trying to raise the deadly twelve gauge and thumb the hammers back.
Amos came through the door first, nearly filling the frame. Amy tripped on the edge of a braided rug and pitched backward. The gun went off as she slammed against the floor, both barrels spitting fire and a double load of buckshot blowing a jagged big hole in the shingle roof.
Amos wrenched the smoking gun from her trembling hands and threw lit across the room. Enos sneaked through the door then, hunching over to keep from bumping his head.
Amy's frightened eyes flicked from one to the other and she gasped in a voice choked with fear. What d-do you want?"
She'd heard of the other two Jensen brothers too. People in the town of Crystal Springs talked a lot about them, always behind their backs. Like why were the three brothers so different in looks and attitude? Some snickered and said it was because their mother bad been none too fussy about who she slept with when the old man was away.
"We heard you was the new teacher, and we come to get some learnin'," Amos said, leering and licking his thick lips.
"I-I don't start teaching until next week," Amy said, drawing herself up on hands and knees, unaware as yet that she was being teased.
"Well," Amos said in his roaring deep voice, "my brothers and me ain't waitin' until next week. We figure to start right now." One of his ham-sized hands clenched her silky red hair and jerked the trembling girl to her feet, holding her so that her dangling toes could barely reach The floor.
"Aaagggh, you bastard!" The red nails of her right hand flashed toward his eyes like the claws of a cat.
Amos flicked the slashing blow aside with his other hand and grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm in a painful position behind her back. "Now you listen, you little bitch. . . if you try to scratch me again I'll break your Goddamned arm off at the shoulder and fuck your cunt with the bloody stump!"
Amy's soft features twisted in writhing pain. Bright tears welled up and flooded from her eyes. Her full red lips quivered in fear. "All right . . . all right! Let me down, please. You're hurting me!"
Enos laughed. "Honey, we ain't hardly started yet!"
"Pull her pants off," Amos said. "I been wonderin' a lot about what comes under them fancy jeans. You think maybe she's got some Frenchman's name stamped on her ass the way it is on the back of her pants?"
"Let us see!" Enos tore at her belt 'with his leathery hands, pulling on the open front of her tight-fitting jeans until they dropped in a heap beneath her dangling feet. "Hoooooo-weeeeeee! Would you look at them little black bikini panties . . . ain't hardly big enough to cover her cunt hair!"
"Lemme see." Amos lifted her feet clear off the floor and turned the struggling girl to face him. "Sombitch, Enos . . . you're right. There's a little red fox in these woods we knew nuthin' about. Pull off her blouse too. Let's see if she got tits. Hate to think she might be one of them rubber-padded city bitches t hat hangs their cans on the bedpost overnight."
Enos tore open her blouse, scattering buttons like teeth in a barroom brawl. "No, by God looks like what she's got is all hers under that lacy black bra. She ain't got as much as some we've seen, but her titties sure are nice and pointy-sharp."
"Rip off all that elastic, wire and nylon slit and let's see how sharp those little knockers really are!" Enos kept glaring and wetting his lips. "Nuthin' I like better 'an firm young titty. If you sag, sweetheart, ole Amos is gonna throw your ass outside to get fucked by our dog."
"Oooh, God!" Amy had almost fainted from the pain shooting down from her scalp and up from her badly twisted shoulder. Her eyes rolled, lids fluttering, and her mind refused to believe any of this was real.
She heard the snap when Enos broke the clasp on her bra, felt the jerking grasp of his rough hands, then felt her creamy tits burst free. She sucked in a frightened gasp that swelled her tits and made them jut out proudly.
"You re in luck, little lady . . . you got a nice firm pair of titties. Look how her nipples point up, Enos thick and dark like ripe berries, and just as juicy sweet, I'll bet."
Amos lifted her higher, increasing the sharp pain of the arm bent cruelly, behind her back. Amy could feel his foul breath on her tits. The stench of him burned her nose, and the idea of being touched by this hairy ape made her tender flesh ripple with goose-bumps.
"What do you think, boys?" Amos released her arm and spun her around by the hair, her feet dangling a good foot off the floor. "If this here was a side of beef, how would you grade it? Is she choice, or is she prime?"
"I'd say, prime!" Enos was already pulling down his pants to free his swelling cock.
"And I'd say, put her down!" Willie's head had completely cleared. He barged through the broken door, carrying a gleaming double-headed axe he'd found on the woodpile under the porch. "I mean it, Amos. Put her down! If either of you touch Amy, I'll cut your cocks off and fry them for breakfast like link sausage."
"Enos, what do you think?" the older brother asked, his dark eyes still feasting on Amy's ripe curves.
"Amos, I think you'd better do like Willie says. I don't think the boy is foolin' not the way he's holdin' that axe. I sure would hate to end up cockless this weekend when there's gonna' be city women out on the lake."
"You're right," Amos agreed. His rough face broke into a grin and he lowered the trembling redhead gently to the floor.
"Now clear out, both of you!" Willie said. He made another threatening gesture with the double-edged ax.
"We're going, we're going!" Amos said, and he followed his taller brother out the door.
"Oh, Willie. . . oh, God!" Amy collapsed into his strong arms. Willie dropped the axe and stroked her silky red hair, feeling the warmth of her firm tits pressing hard against his chest.
"It's all right," he said, fingers running lightly down her back. "It's all right . . . I'll take care of you."
Her soft lips quivered. "Fuck me!"
"What?"
"Fuck me, Willie. Please . . . do it now! Ooooooooh," Amy said with a shiver. "I got so damned scared and so damned excited when I was hanging there, having my clothes ripped off. Fuck me, do it hard ... I want all of your big cock!"
"Well, all right. All right!" He gathered Amy in his arms and dumped the shivering redhead on the bed in the far corner of the room.
Outside of Amy's cabin, Amos and Enos contained their laughter until they reached their boat beached on the lakeshore. Then they both doubled over, powerful arms clutching their sides.
"Don't that beat all?" Amos roared. He tried to imitate Amy's shrill voice. "Fuck me, Willie. Please . . . do it now!"
The roar of their laughter was louder than the outboard motor that Enos had just started up.
"Ain't it nice how we made a her outta that boy?" Enos grinned.
"Shit, yes he'd been a whole week talkin' that little redhead outta her jeans," Amos replied.
Amy's shrill cry carried clear to the lake shore, a long wail of pain that ended in sharp gasps of sheer delight.
"Sounds like the little red fox just found out how big that boy's prick really is." Enos said with an evil grin.
"Sounds like," Amos agreed. "I jus hope she's done with it by Friday night. I'd hate to have our little brother miss the last big weekend of the houseboat season!"
Chapter Three
Frank, Joe and Bill will met for lunch on Friday. They ordered pizza and two pitchers of beer.
"One light and one dark," Bill said to the buxom waitress. "We like a little variety."
Their eyes followed the teasing wiggle of the waitress' ass until she vanished behind the bar.
"I guess by now you all know what's up," Joe said.
Bill rolled his eyes. "The price of gas, the price of food. You name it, and it's up."
"So is my cock," Frank said. "That waitress is a knockout!"
"I mean about this weekend Joe insisted. "Yeah, we're all going out on a houseboat," Bill said. "Finally the three of us get to go fishing together."
"Fishing?" Joe laughed. "You don't think our wives set this whole thing up so we could go fishing?"
"Sue hates fish," Frank said. "Except lobster. That she likes. Her hair may be silver, but her tastes are solid gold!"
"Is her twat-hair silver too?" Bill asked. "I've always wanted to know."
"You'll find out this weekend," Joe said. "What do you mean?" Frank and Bill both looked puzzled.
"What have the three of us been trying to figure out for the last few weeks?" Joe smiled.
"Ooooh," Bill said. "You mean how to get the women to go along with the old switcheroo?"
"Right!" Joe leaned forward. "Only now they are way ahead of us. They've been planning the same damn thing!"
"I don't believe it!" Bill replied. "Edna is so... so Goddamned stuffy."
"And what has she packed for the trip so far?"
''Lipstick, perfume, her babydoll nightgown oh, shit!" It suddenly hit him. "You think so? You think they really want to do it?"
"And what did Sue get with the money we all kicked in?" Joe asked.
"Filet steaks, champagne, and candles," Frank replied.
"Candles?" Bill wrinkled his brow. "Who needs candles on a housebo4 with electric lights?"
"You know how women are," Joe said. "They like all that romantic shit."
"God damn, this weekend's going to be better than I thought!" Frank said.
"It's going to be perfect." Joe smiled. "Except for one thing?"
"What's that?" Bill asked.
"I don't like them setting us up," Joe explained. "It's fine for us... but damn, I don't want Rita to think she can lead we around by the fucking nose!"
"Where she is leading you is into bed with my wife Edna," Bill said in a dull voice. "What's so bad about that?"
"Nothing, nothing at all!" Joe responded. "I really dig that lean, sexy look. It's just that I don't think we should let Rita or Edna or Sue think they can run our lives for us."
"Right," Frank agreed. "But what do we do? Tie knots in our cocks and tell them we aren't going to play?"
"No we go fishing."
"Fishing? Joe, are you fucking out of your mind?" Bill groaned. "Do you have any idea how hot I am for Sue and those beautiful big tits of hers?''
Joe grinned. "I know, I know... and now we know they are just as hot for the switch as we are. So when we get to the lake, we make them wait. We take off and go fishing, and just let their little pussies stew in their own juice."
"Take off?" Bill asked. "How far can you go on a sixty-foot houseboat?"
"We bring my rubber boat and that little outboard," Joe told them.
"We won t get out on the lake until nine or maybe ten at night what the hell can we fish for in the dark?" Frank asked.
"Catfish."
"Catfish?" Frank shook his head in astonishment. "There's going to be three hot pussies on that boat, and you want to go chugging off in the dark for catfish?"
"Think how much hotter those three pussies will be when we get back," Joe said.
"Son of a bitch!" Bill liked the idea too.
"We stay out an hour, maybe two, and by then the women will be climbing the wall," Joe said.
Frank's broad face broke into a wicked-looking grin. "It's my prick I want somebody to climb!"
The sexy young waitress arrived then with their pizza and pitchers of beer. "You guys want anything else?" she asked.
Frank pinched her ass. Oh, honey, if you only knew!"
Darkness had settled on Crystal Lake when they arrived Friday night. A blaze of lights marked the marina. Nearby, other lights in cabins and in summer homes dotted the shore. Along the north end of the lake was an enormous black void brightened only by the twinkling of stars and a stripe of silver laid down by a full moon.
The dockhand gave Joe a quick checkout at the controls of the luxurious sixty-foot houseboat like a mobile home mounted on two long pontoons.
Frank asked the old dockmaster where the best fishing was to be found'.
"It's good all over the lake," the old man replied. "I'd say best here in the main part. If I was you, I'd stay out of the north channel it gets narrow in spots, dark all around, lots of deep coves and side branches where a body can get lost."
Sue went aboard the boat with a sly grin curved on her lips. "Rita, did you hear Frank asking that old guy about the fishing?"
They both laughed.
Rita's eyes brightened... "Maybe it's not so funny I am anxious to try his rod!"
Bill cast off the bow lines, Frank freed those at the stern, and Joe eased the lumbering, brightly lit boat out of the mooring area.
When the other two men joined him on the bridge above the main cabin, Joe asked, "Where to?"
"The north channel," Frank said, "as far up as we can go."
"It looks dark and deserted up there," Bill said in a tone of caution. "And didn't the old guy say the fishing was best in the main part of the lake?"
Frank shook his head. "That's what he said, but the locals always keep the best spot for themselves. He said to stay out of the north channel, so that's exactly where we should go."
"Okay," Joe agreed, "but damn it is dark up that way. I can't see a light anywhere for miles around."
They were not close enough yet to see the faint lantern glow from the Jensen brothers' cabin, or the three shadowed figures moving along the shore.
A bright yellow rubber raft trailed behind the houseboat, rocking gently in its wake. "What did they bring that damn thing for?" Edna wanted to know.
"The guys still think they'll have time to fish," Sue explained.
Lusty giggles were heard from all three as they set out to explore the boat.
"It's super!" Rita exclaimed. "There's even shag carpet on the floor.
"That's the deck," Frank told her. He'd served a hitch in the Navy when he first got out of school. "The kitchen is called a galley, the bathroom is a head."
Rita leaned close to him. "What do you call the bedroom?"
The musky scent of Rita's perfume filled Frank's lungs. Rita was wearing shorts and a filmy blouse
with a neckline that plunged almost to her waist. Through the gap he could see the shadowed valley between her two well-formed tit-peaks, and he began to wonder if making the women wait was such a good idea after all. His cock got hard just thinking about Rita and her long, lovely curves.
Edna joined Joe on the bridge. The evening breeze stirred her dark, gray-streaked hair. She stood close to him and let the gentle rocking of the' boat bring her slender, elegant figure in gentle contact with his tense muscles.
"I'll be glad when we can anchor somewhere," she said. "So you can take your hands off the wheel."
Joe let one hand slide free right then. His fingers capped her pussy mound. Edna sighed, squirming into his grasp, damp oils of lust already starting to flow from her cunt.
Sue stood at the rail at the back of the boat. The stern ex-Navy man Frank had insisted that the broad deck area there was called the fantail. Moonlight sheened in waves of silver light. Bill stood beside Sue, eyes gazing down into her scoop necked blouse to marvel at the soft swelling of her enormous fits. Their creamy, sloping sides touched in the center and showed only a narrow slit between. Bill wet his lips and wondered if the crack of Sue's cunt would be as snug and silky smooth.
"I've been thinking about the rubber boat," Sue said, turning so the nipple of one tit raked softly across Bill's chest," . . . the way it bobs and jiggles in the water, I'll bet it would be a fantastic place to fuck!"
"Er, yeah . . . I'm sure it would." And then Bill thought, shit why do we want to make such eager pussy wait?"
Enos guided the long cedar dugout canoe near the shore, hugging the steep sloping bank, keeping the boat in the black moon shadow of overhanging oaks. The engine purred at barely more than an idle and the wake vanished quickly behind the long, slim craft. "What you see up ahead?" Enos asked in a whisper to his oldest brother in the bow.
Amos scanned the night through a pair of; binoculars clamped against his bushy eyebrows. "Houseboat," he said. "One of the sixty-footers. A man on the bridge with a skinny bitch . . . got a body like a willow limb, and he's busy lovin' up her cunt."
"Lemme see!" Enos said, and Amos passed the binoculars back via Willie who was sitting in the middle of the boat. "Hot damn!" Enos roared with delight. "That's who I want first. The skinny ones have the tightest cunts!"
"I want the little stubby one with the silver hair," Amos said. "She can't be more 'an five feet tall . . . but what a pair of tits! When I get my big cock in her little twat, them big jugs will about tickle my belly-button!"
"I guess I get what's left," Willie said in a voice of complaint.
Enos handed Willie the glasses and he scanned the approaching houseboat. He was starting to wish he'd not left Amy to join his brothers on the prowl.
"Hooo-eeeeey shit." Willie said, after giving the boat a second glance. He saw Rita tall, shapely and sexy as hell. "She's got long, long brown hair all dark and shiny like a mink!"
"Throttle back!" Amos said. "They're throwin' out the anchor.
"Yeah," Willie said, "and the guy doin' it is built like a blacksmith's anvil. The .one on the bridge is big and rough looking too. This might not as easy as we thought."
"Three of them, three of us . . . who you think's gonna win?" Amos asked in his gruff voice. His massive hands clenched the gunwales of the boat, and his cock swelled hard as he thought about that tiny little lady with huge tits. "I'll have her sweet nipples in my mouth before her husband is through spitting out his teeth!"
"We might not have to fight at all," Willie said.
"What you mean, 'boy those guys aren't jus' gonna smile an' hand us their pussies on a platter!" Amos said.
"I know, but the guys are getting off the boat they're climbing into a Goddamned rubber raft they got tied behind . . . they're shoving off!"
"They're fuckin crazy!" Enos said. "No," Amos told his brothers with a thick lipped grin. "They are jus' crazy . . . we are fuckin'!"
Chapter Four
"Those miserable bastards!" Sue cried in a quaking voice. "Damn their stupid pricks! Can you imagine them leaving us to go after a fucking bunch of catfish?"
Rita watched the bright yellow raft vanish into the darkness, leaving a narrow silver wake as it sped north up the narrow channel. "God gives men balls instead of brains!" she raged.
Only Edna remained anywhere near calm. "We did tell them this was going to be a fishing trip."
"I was told once the moon was made of green cheese too, but I damn sure didn't believe it!" Sue replied.
"I think they did it on purpose," Edna said. "I think they know as well as we do what this weekend is for."
"Then 'why are they running off in a Goddamned rubber raft when I told your stupid husband Bill I thought it would be a fantastic place to fuck?"
"Think how fucking horny we're going to be when they get back, Edna said as a ray of hope.
"I'm fucking horny now!" Sue cried. She hiked up her skirt, tugged her panties down and wiggled a finger into her cunt. 'Tuck all three of them!" she cried, her tone of anger melting into one of restless joy as she circled her thumb around the thick nub of her clit. "I wouldn't give a shit if the bastards never came back!"
"Hey, Amos,'' Willie said with the binoculars locked to his eyes. "That little silver witch you want, she's standin' at the back of the boat fucking herself with her finger!"
"Gimme them glasses!" Amos roared. "Damned if she ain't! An' lookie there . . . her little twat has shining silver hair!"
"Let's go!" Enos rasped eagerly.
"Follow the men in the raft," Amos said as he lowered the glasses.
"Follow the men? Now you're fuckin' crazy!" Enos groaned.
"No," Amos said calmly. "I just wanna save my strength for the ladies. We let them damn fool city slickers get a ways up the north channel, then we blow a few holes in their toy boat. It'll take 'em three days to walk outta her... if they can even find the trail."
"Heh, heh, heh." Enos chuckled wickedly as he swung the big dugout pound. "Damn, Amos... that's good! I don't know which is bigger, your brain or your cock!"
"In jus' a little while we'll be back, an' then we'll ask the ladies."
"Haven't we gone far enough?" Frank asked.
Darkness had closed in all around them. The moss-draped limbs of thick oaks even blocked the faint light of the moon.
"We can't even see the houseboat from
Bill said with a backward glance. "We've made so damn many twists and turns, I'm not sure where we are."
"I say we head back right now." Frank said. "The hell with this make ]em wait routine.
Before the last word had cleared his lips, he felt a sharp jolt. The fat inflated side of the boat lurched under his hand. "Jeee-zzzus."
The cracking sound of a rifle shot reached their ears, echoing dully off the steep canyon walls. Air gushed out of the neat round hole punched in the side of the boat. That rasping dry whistle doubled and they heard another rifle shot.
"Shit, we're being shot at!" Joe said. He dove out the back of the boat, his instincts still sharp from the time he had spent in Vietnam.
The rushing hiss of air became a bubbling sound as the yellow raft turned flabby and sank deeper in black water. Frank tumbled backwards out of the boat like the frogman he once was. He swam for shore beneath the surface, hardly making a ripple.
Bill's feet became tangled in a snarl of fishing gear. He was bent over, struggling to free himself when he heard another shot, a brittle crack and a lingering echo that sent chills of fear up his spine. He hit the water, thrashing awkwardly, calling in a shrill voice to Joe who was already darting into the cover of thick oak.
"I can't swim!" Bill gasped. Then his feet touched the muddy bottom and he heaved a sigh of relief. The water was no more than waist deep.
Dragged by the weight of the outboard, the yellow raft gave a final hiss and vanished beneath the surface, slipping stern first into the inky gloom.
They huddled in silence on the shore for several minutes, half expecting to hear another rifle shot. Only the chirp of insects and the mournful wail of a distant coyote broke the stillness of the night. Then they heard the snarl of a powerful outboard heading away.
"Now far you think we are from the houseboat?" Bill asked.
"At least five miles, maybe ten. With all the coves and inlets along the shore, it's hard to say." Joe gave a moan and stared off into the darkness. "I'll bet it takes us all night to find our way back."
Frank stirred uncomfortably on the rocky ground. "I'll bet it takes longer than that. There's jagged rock all over the ground, and we're all barefoot. We left our shoes on the fucking houseboat!"
Amos Jensen smiled. "Willie, you take my seat up here in front. I think it best the ladies see the good-lookin' one first when we pull up to their boat."
They traded places, moving nimbly for such large men. The dugout barely swayed from the shifting of their weight, and never strayed from a course heading straight toward the large, brightly lit craft at anchor just ahead.
"I hear an engine," Sue cried excitedly, "I think they're coming back!" She still had a finger thrust deep in her cunt, wiggling it in a tight spiral that made her wet pussy squirm.
"I don't think Joe's little outboard makes that much noise," Rita said, cocking her head toward the sound. Her soft dark hair flashed in the hazy glow from cabin lights behind them.
The long, slender dugout glided into the circle of light dancing on black water around the houseboat.
Willie smiled up from the bow of the low-slung craft and called out a friendly: "Hello!"
"Well, hello there!" Sue's eyes opened in a gaze of amazement.
The powerfully built young man in the bow of the carved out log was the sexiest hunk she had ever seen. Her jaw went slack, and she completely forgot about the finger she had stuck in her cunt.
"Hhhuunngh!" Sue cried when Willie climbed up on the deck and reached toward Rita with open arms.
Being tall, Rita seldom had to look up to gaze in a man's probing eyes. With this handsome brute, she had to crane her neck back when he got close, his strong hands grasping her at the waist.
"Shit, you are really something!" Rita greeted. Normally she would have pulled away and fought the stranger's sudden advance, but all the talking and planning they'd done for the trip, and then having their damn husbands go off fishing . . . it had her lush body anxious and seething with desire. Rita let herself slip warmly into the tight circle of Willie's arms.
Amos came up from the middle seat, emerging from darkness to loom like a mountain. The open front of his shirt showed a hairy chest as wide and matted as an old bearskin rug. Jagged, broken teeth brought a dull gleam from the gaping hollow of a cave-like mouth.
"Nice of you to get your little pussy warm for me," Amos said in a rough voice.
"Ooh, God!" Sue shrank back, whipping her finger from her cunt and trying to smooth down her skirt with the other hand.
Amos crossed the deck needing only to take one. step for three of hers.
"Don't touch me!" Sue screamed.
Something, flashed obscenely in Amos' coal black eyes, a steady glare like the headlights of an oncoming truck. He caught Sue around the narrow waist with hands almost large enough to meet front and back. Sue had taken night classes in self defense. Though half numb with shocking fear, she knew exactly what to do. She lifted her knee with savage force, driving to smash the big man's balls. But with his towering height and her short, trembling legs, she could only reach high enough to thump a harmless blow on the hard muscle of his thigh.
"AAAYYYY!" Sue screamed.
Amos' big hands slid up her sides, reaching for lush tits that heaved from her fearful gasping. As he reached his thumbs into the pits of her arms and spread his fingers to cover her huge tits, Sue twisted and shot up her right arm, her hand curved back to shatter his nose with the heel of her hand.
But Amos was too quick for her, too skilled from years of brawling in bars and logging camps. He turned his head and the heel of her hand skidded up the side of his rough-bearded cheek. He laughed at her feeble efforts and caught her wrists, wrenching both arms around her back.
"You try another stunt like that," Amos growled down at her, "and I'll break off both your arms. Then you won't have no way to wipe your pretty ass when you take a shit!"
"Uuuunnngh," Sue moaned.
Having her arms pinned behind her in his viselike grip made her massive tits thrust out even more than usual. Amos leered down at her with spittle drooling from both corners of his mouth.
"Get your fucking big paws off of me," she hissed. "My husband will be back any minute, and he'll kick your ass all over this boat!"
"Your husband won't be back for quite a while," Enos said. He stood by the rail with a high powered rifle resting in the crook of one long sinewy arm. "Maybe never," he added with cruel glee.
Edna sank into the shadows, trying to slip away. There was a CB radio on the bridge, If she could get to that, she could call for help on the emergency channel. And it was plain to her now that the three women would need help. A lot of help!
But Enos had the keen ears of a woodsman. He heard the faint rustle of her fleeing footsteps. "Come here, you skinny bitch! I don't want to put a bullet in the crack of your ass . . . not until my big long pecker has been in it first!"
Edna ignored his snarling threat. Fear gave power to her slender legs. She ran down a narrow passageway and scrambled up the ladder to the bridge.
Enos ran after her, muttering under his breath. He dropped the rifle and charged up the ladder after her, his long driving legs skipping every other one.
Edna whirled as she: reached the bridge. His snarling face bobbed up in view, and she launched a vicious kick.
"AAAGGHHH!" Enos felt a sharp stab of pain. He lost his grip on the ladder and tumbled back, crashing against the wall and slipping down in a long heap.
Edna flipped on the CB and spun the dial to Channel 9. "Breaker, breaker!" she screamed. Bill had put a CB in their pickup camper, and she knew how they worked. "Damn it!" she howled. "Does anybody hear me?"
The hiss of static was the only reply.
Enos gathered himself quickly, dragging his lanky frame up and coiling his hands on the ladder rungs, reaching for the top. This time he kept his head well to the side in case the bitch tried to kick him again.
"Breaker, breaker!" Edna kept screaming into the mike, watching the head of the ladder all the time.
When Enos' boney, skull-like face appeared, she whirled again. Enos dodged the kick and she, almost lost her balance, but she brought her foot back and stomped it down on the hand he had coiled around the top rung. She ground and twisted it under her spiked heel until Enos pitched back screaming and crashed on the deck below.
"This is the houseboat Moonglow in the north channel!" Edna wailed in a pleading voice. "For the love of Christ, somebody answer me! Mayday ... mayday! Oh, Luck!"
Enos made it up the ladder the third time. He grabbed Edna around the waist with one long arm, and ripped the mike cord off the radio set with the other hand. His hand was stiff and dripping blood from where she'd tried to crush it with her heel. His jaw ached and three of his crooked teeth 'were loosened from the slamming force of her kick.
He spit a slimy mix of blood and tobacco juice on the deck and hissed at her with mocking sweetness. "Damn it, bitch . . . you hadn't oughtta try to pull shit like that. You are likely to get this ole boy really pissed!"
Edna screamed and scratched for his beady eyes. Enos ducked and shot a balled fist toward the point of her chin.
"Uuunngh!" Edna's head snapped back and she started down, the useless mike slipping from her hand.
Enos caught her under one arm and jerked her back to her feet, whirling her around and jamming her slender body against the wall. He pulled her wrists together behind her back and tied them together with the mike cord wire.
"Now all you can scratch is your own ass. "he snarled.
Edna grunted, tugging against her bonds.
"Won't do no good," Enos laughed.
Then he grabbed the dangling microphone, lifted Edna's skirt, pulled down her pink panties and wedged it hard in the crack of her ass.
"You want to holler Mayday now, you'll have to shout it out your ass!" he said. A wicked grin warped his thin, blood-smeared lips and a wild cackle filled the cool night air. The only sound louder was Edna's horrible scream.
Chapter Five
Rita shivered when she heard Edna's tortured wail. The one the others called Willie looked less handsome to her now.
Willie's soft blue eyes had narrowed to a steely glare. "You got a choice, pretty lady we can do it easy, or we can do it rough. But, baby you better believe . . . we are going to do it!"
She answered by slamming her knee into his nuts. Rita had taken the same classes as Sue,, but her height gave her an advantage that the petite little blonde did not have. Amos had knocked Sue to the deck and was standing overt her, stripping off his clothes.
Willie's howl of grinding agony deepened into a sickening moan. He doubled over, clutching his balls with both hands, racked with pain that he could hardly stand.
"You sonuvabitch!" Rita hissed.
She shot her knee up again, this time slamming it into his unprotected face. She heard the crunch of breaking bone. Willie slumped back and fell on his ass with blood gushing from both sides of a nose pushed far to one side of his once handsome face.
"You stinking rat fucker!" Rita lunged again, aiming a balled fist at one blinking eye.
Willie pitched down flat on his back and Rita threw herself astride his chest. She snarled long fingers in his sandy hair and whipped his head up and down, drumming it savagely on the deck. The last thing Willie remembered seeing was the dark gleam of hate in her flashing eyes and the soft swirl of her long, dark, mink-like hair.
"Damn it, boy... I tole you it don't pay to try an treat a woman nice. What'd you do to my little brother?" Amos roared. He came across the deck with two quick strides, stark naked. His thick cock was erect, as hard and gnarled as the limb of an oak.
Rita whirled to meet Amos' angry charge. Her hands clawed the deck and she grabbed the first hard thing she found. . a thick four-foot length of chain that Willie had brought on board. She held one end and swung viciously toward the tumbling mountain of manflesh.
"AAAGGH!" Amos howled. He blocked the slashing blow with an upraised arm, but pain ripped through thick muscle straight to the bone. The swinging chain coiled around his heavy forearm, and Amos jerked back, yanking the chin from Rita's hand.
Rita cowered helplessly before him, pleading in a garbled voice twisted by fear.
"You get up," Amos growled. "Cross your Goddamn wrists behind your back!"
Numb with fear, chilled by the terrible gleam in the giant's eyes, Rita rose meekly and did as she was told.
"Should have some locks here somewheres." Rita could hear him scratching his huge paws across the deck, but she dared not look back at him. "Here they is!"
Amos coiled a tight loop of chain around her crossed wrists, cinched it until her skin burned beneath the heavy links, and then snapped on a lock. Leaving little slack, he threw another loop around her neck, snapped on a second lock to hold it tight, and then jerked her backward toward the rail. Amos grinned and looped the free end of the chain around the heavy pipe rail post and snapped on a third strong lock.
"Now," he said, stepping back and wiping his hands, ". . . now when little Willie wakes up, he'll know right where to find you!"
"You're an animal!" Rita wailed. "You're worse than an animal!" And she spit in his face. That was the only way she had left to resist.
He turned slowly, a smug grin wide on his rough face. With the back of one huge hairy hand, he wiped the dribble of spit from the side of his nose.
"Now; where were we?" he asked Sue.
She sprawled limp at his feet, too horrified to move. Her lips moved, muttering something, but she couldn't speak loud enough for Amos to hear.
"You're a tiny and harmless-lookin' little thing," he said. "But this ole boy knows better than take chances with any stinking cunt you saw what the bitch friend of yours did to my little brother? Broke his fuckin' nose . . . smeared it half across his face."
Sue summoned her last ounce of strength and slithered away from him, scraping her back on the planks of the deck. Her eyes gazed up wide and stiff with fear, horrified by the long hairy cock that pranced above her as Amos approached.
Amos scooped three long strands of hemp rope off the deck, rough, heavy stuff. With one he knotted Sue's wrists together, jerking her arms above her head. He tied her bound arms to a mooring cleat on the deck.
Sue began to whimper, thrashing on the deck, vainly kicking as Amos reached to bind her ankles.
"No!" she cried. "Please, no!" Then she broke out sobbing, with tears running down the sides of her face.
Amos appeared to be deaf and blindly devoted to his work. He lashed one of her slender ankles to another cleat, and then roughly spread her legs before double knotting the last strand to the rail.
"Now we're almost ready!" He stood between her legs, dark, hardened eyes gazing down while his broad face twisted with a grin of evil expectation. He stood over her, stroking his cock with thundering blows of his callused hand. The roughness of his grasp made his cock surge with blood.
Sue looked up through glassy eyes, her vision misted and made even more nightmarish by the flood of tears. His giant, hairy form seemed to ripple and sway with fluid distortion. Forlorn thoughts streaked through her mind. How ironic that she had begun the voyage eager to spread her legs for Bill and then to be fucked by a savage.
Amos bent down and grabbed the neck of her blouse with his free hand, never missing a savage beat on his stiff cock. He ripped the fragile cloth, threw it aside with a snarl and reached back to tear off her bra.
Stitches parted in the center under strain, and the two bra-cups burst apart, dangling down her sides.
"Hhhuunngh!" Amos grunted, leering at her tits and whipping faster on his cock.
Her tits were the best he'd ever seen, full and soft, crowned with thick nipples and silver-dollar sized circles of nubby flesh. Amos crouched down between her spread legs, leaning over, letting the spittle of insane excitement dribble from his lips.
Sue screamed and jerked when the first drop of his saliva landed on creamy smooth skin.. The rough strands of rope tore at the flesh of her ankles and wrists. Sparks of pain stabbed into her brain from the tips of her tortured limbs.
His rough hands fell on her heaving tits. He squeezed hard and bulged her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Gnarled fingers with dirty nails clawed at her domes of silky white tit-flesh, mauling and milking her tits with all the fury of raging lust. Sue clamped her eyes shut, writhing in disgust at the mad strength and vicious cruelty of his-touch. Sue tried to pretend it was Edna's husband Bill, the one who was supposed to be softly fondling her tits right now, the one who would have been cooing gentle words of admiration at the lush abundance of her tits.
Bill would never have been so heartless in his attack. He would have nibbled gently and teased her hard nipples with a flicking tongue.
Amos tried to devour' her tits. Sue felt the scrape of his rough beard, smelled the stench of his foul breath. Then Amos ground his jagged, crooked teeth on one thick red nipple.
Sue's shriek tore into the stillness of the night, blending with Edna's screams of horror from the bridge. Rita listened, mumbling helpless words of grief and despair. The heavy chain bound her securely to the rail. All she could do was list wishing she could cap her hands over her ears to drown their terrible cries.
Amos grunted animal sounds of savage joy and eased down, dragging his scruffy beard on Sue's belly while he drew a wet line with his thick tongue. He pressed his tongue into the pink hollow of her belly-button and wiggled it just to feel her squirm. then be gazed adoringly at the thick collar of tangled blonde hair surrounding her cunt.
"Ggrungh!" he moaned, thrusting his face into the silky mass, driving and spearing with his tongue. Her twat now felt tight and dry with fear and revulsion, but it softened under the wet stroking of his tongue. He made slurping sounds while he lapped her oily cunt flow. Then sharp teeth found the thick button of her cut.
"AAAYYYY!" Sue screamed.
More jolts of pain rocked her brain. Sue clenched her teeth, vowing not to scream or utter even a tiny moan. Shrill cries and gasping sobs would only inflame his cruelty, and she would not give him that satisfaction. She clamped the inner muscles of her cunt and vowed not to give him anything at all!
Amos just chuckled when he ripped into her with his huge thick cock. She screamed a tortured wail, feeling as though her cunt was splitting apart, burning from the terrible heat of dry friction.
"You stupid, flicking cunt . . . ain't you learned by now? What I want, I take!"
His crushing weight pressed her hard against the deck. Writhing and gasping, she found it almost impossible to breathe. His rough hands kept up their vicious milking of her tits, and her bulged nipples now were scraped by the coarse mat of his belly hair.
"Ungh! Ungh! UNGH!" he chanted, stabbing his cock deeper with each stroke. Finally he bottomed his long cock in her cunt and twisted his hard muscled loins with savage delight.
Her cut tingled, shooting out sharp little shocks of ecstasy. This shattered her will to resist. The tense dry tube of her cunt shivered and began to flood with slick fuck honey that turned waves of revulsion into a clinging grasp of liquid silk.
"Aahhhh!" Amos gasped, stunned by the flowing heat of her cunt.
Sue parted her lips to, scream, twisting her head to the side so as not to be smothered by the broad expanse of his unyielding chest. Rough hair scraped her cheek, and the fierce burst of sound meant to be her scream became a joyous moan.
She strained with fury, tugging against the stiff ropes that bound and chafed her wrists and ankles. But no longer was she struggling to get free. She wanted to hook her legs around Amos' hairy bulk, to grasp and claw with her hands and intensify the frantic driving of his cost.
His huge cock spread once dry and stubborn muscles, gliding smoothly now, spreading warmth and the musky oils of passion Sue could not control. Her mind became an awful tangle. She hated this crude, stinking beast. If she could reach a gun, she'd have shot him, splattered his warped brain all over the deck
But stronger impulses ripped up from the depths of her cunt, tight dark places that her husband's cock and gentle nature could never reach. waves of seething desire began to rock her flaring hips, making her grind against him and exciting him even more.
"Now you're cookin'!" Amos growled. "Come on, pump your little cunt run your cunt up and down my cock!"
"Bastard!" She spit the word, refusing to admit ... or even believe that her body felt thrilled by his savage abuse.
"Bitch!" he snarled back. "Turn it on, baby? Fuck my giant pecker. Twist it one way, wind it back! Aaahhh, yeah!"
"If I had a knife, I'd cut your cock off!" she groaned.
"But you ain't got a knife . . . all you got is tits and a hot cunt, and you can't cut shit with either one!" He pinched her bulging nipples, giggling as she screamed and bucked and tried to blank her mind.
Amos gulped excited breaths. His chest swelled, adding to the crushing weight thrust down on her hot tits. He could feel her nipples burn. His heavy ball-sac thumped against her crotch, harder and faster as he felt the swell of steaming pressure in his nuts.
"AAARRGH!" he roared. "I'm coming, you little cunt! Close your Goddamned mouth... I got so much hot jism it might bubble up in your throat!"
"Bastard!"
"UUUNNNGH!"
Sue's cunt walls shivered when she felt the shock of his explosive cum spray. His huge cock-knob swelled inside her pussy. She could feel his, cock tense and strain then relax as hot gushing cream shot out.
Added to her own flow of oil, her cunt became a wet pool of intense delight. He felt her hot pussy wringing the rough blue-veined shaft of his big prick. She felt his cock sink deep inside, filling her with smoldering joy.
"Hhhhooo!" she gasped.
Sue felt the first tremor. of an approaching climax. No! howled a silent voice in her mind. Don't do it . . . don't let yourself go. Don't give this savage bastard the thrill of feeling hot twat convulse with spasms of wild delight.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" she died, unable to hold back. "Fuck me! Oh, shoot your load. Fill my cunt. Make me drown in a flood of cum!"
Funny, Amos was thinking, the ones who fight the hardest end up enjoying it the most. He could hardly wait to ram his cock into that bitch he'd left chained to the rail ..
Chapter Six
Rita strained uselessly against a heavy chain that locked her to the rail. Her jutting tits swelled inside her blouse, accenting their ripe curves. A gleam of nervous sweat appeared in the deep, plunging V between her tits, bright in the silver light of the moon.
She had never watched another couple hick before. She'd wanted to. She'd tried to coax her husband Joe to join with one of the other couples, thinking it would add excitement to their own sex life.
Watching Amos rip his hairy cock into Sue's cunt made her wince. His cock looked as hard and shaggy as the moss draped limbs overhanging the lake shore. She could see the soft, pink lips of Sue's tender cunt swell and strain . . . almost as though they were trying to scream.
The sound of their heavy breathing, the thrashing of their excited bodies on the deck made Rita's sleek cunt twitch and squirm, pumping out musky oils of lust. If she could have brought her chained hands around in front, she'd have stabbed a finger into her twat and teased herself into the blind fury of orgasm along with them.
As it was, with her wrists chained cruelly behind her back, Rita could only watch and feel denied.., strangely fearful at the same time. Willie still lay unconscious at her feet. When he woke up, he was sure to be more savage than the hairy monster raping Sue.
As Sue's shrill cries softened into grunts of obscene satisfaction, Rita heard another and a sharper sound farther away. It was Edna, her voice pitched and wailing like a siren.
Enos had ripped off Edna's clothes, scattering shreds around the wheelhouse. He'd pulled off his own ragged shirt and dropped his tattered jeans, jamming her against the wall with one long arm, forcing her to watch.
Enos had his hand around her neck, thumb and forefinger spread like a forked stick, pinning her to the wall with such brutal force that Edna could hardy breathe.
Edna moaned. Her lips trembled, gulping for air. Her slender body twitched and jerked with convulsions of breath-starved pain.
Enos eyed her slender tits, that were taut and firm, capped by small nipples that looked ripe and sweet for sucking. Her slender belly was almost flat, lean and smooth, churning now with desperate pulses.
Her cunt mound was hardly a mound at all. Thick, dark hair covered her slit bushy strands reached down both sides like a drooping moustache. Enos' thin cock jerked and swelled upright, pointing toward her, aching with savage desire.
Enos spit more blood from his mouth and ran his tongue carefully over teeth knocked loose by her kick.
"You're gonna pay for that," he growled.
Edna shivered. She had no doubt that she would have to pay. The gleam of hate flashed brightly in his dull eyes, like beacons in a thick fog. He licked his bony, blood-smeared mouth and twisted his battered lips into an evil leer.
Edna struggled to free her hands, but her wrists were tightly bound by the cord of the radio mike. The microphone was still wedged hard and cold in the slender crack of her ass. She wanted to kick, wrench up her knee and smash the balls swaying in Enos' long, loose sac, but she had no strength. Edna gave a last feeble gulp and went limp.
Enos pulled back his hand and let her fall. Edna slumped into a heap, sliding down the wall toward his feet: As she hit the floor, the radio mike came free. It dangled, skidding on the deck, held by the, loose end of black cord binding her wrists.
She lay on her side, her tits swelling, eyes fluttering rapidly, still unable to see. Enos gazed down and spit again, splashing assed-brown stain on the flat of her tightly wrought belly.
"Damn," he said as he kicked her legs apart. "I'll bet you got jus' the right kind of cunt to fuck this long, thin dick of mine!"
Edna blinked, pitched over on her back, legs spread, arms bound so that they raised her hips, tilting the dark lips of her seething twat directly at his leering stare.
"Your cunt's a hairy one too," he noticed. "I like that. . . lots of kinky cunt-hair to pad them bony hips of yours. Without that nice pillow of cunt-fuzz, fuckin' you'd be like fuckin' a stick."
Edna felt sickening waves of fear and disgust. A bitter taste of revulsion burned in her throat. She felt so degraded, and how ironic that was she'd come on this trip excited because Rita's husband Joe thought she looked like a high-fashion model.
Elegant and poised, that's how Edna had planned to be her slender, stately figure clothed in a misty film of lace-trimmed black. They were going to sip champagne, tease and fondle each other in the soft glow of candlelight. That dream was now torn and scattered like her clothes.
In his tattered clothing, Enos had looked like a hideous scarecrow, ragged shirt and jeans stuck to a frame of sticks. Naked, he became even more grotesque like the stick-figure drawing of a demented child. His long, willowy cock was the most grotesque and obscene stick of all.
She gazed at Enos' cock, at its pulsing head and at its hairy root, and she wished that she could faint rather than have to endure even the thought of his beastly cock being rammed inside of her cunt.
"You don't look like you're enjoyin' this the way you should," he said through narrow, tightly drawn lips. "Well, I'm gonna fix that for the fancy lady find some way to really turn you on!"
His beady, rat-like eyes kept darting to the curved, chromed-metal throttle bar on the console, a bent rod with a gleaming round ball for a handle. Enos chuckled. He ripped the throttle loose with one swipe of a bony hand.
"I'm gonna shove this here throttle up your ass, then when I want you to go, I'll just turn on the gas!" His high-pitched obscene laugh made Edna cringe.
"No!" Edna screamed.
She clamped her eyes shut and squirmed on the deck, vainly trying to cross her legs as he crouched between them, pressing the thick, cold, chrome-plated ball against the dark and fear-crazed lips of her ass.
"Uuunhhhh!" she howled, stung by the cold and sharp press of pain.
Edna had never allowed even her husband to touch her ass. The very idea was disgusting, too bestial and crude to even consider. Of course, now she had no choice. She tried to calm her tortured mind with that thought. I can't help it . . . it's not anything I would ever want to do... nothing I would allow myself to be a part of.
"God forgive me!" she cried, certain that it was a horrible sin.
The solid chrome ball parted her tight asshole, gliding smoothly.
"AAARRRGH!" she gasped as it slipped inside to be caught by the dark, seething passage of her ass. Enos kept pushing, driving the long, curved handle into her asshole.
Edna wrenched her hips and tilted sharply, trying to adjust to the bend of the bar and its unyielding force. The chill of cold metal stabbed deep in her ass and numbed her brain.
"The lady likes that!" Enos said, entranced by the fluid movements of her limber frame,
"Yes, yes!" she lied, hoping that would ease his savage desire for humiliation and cruel pain.
"Our ma was nuthin= but a fuckin' whore," Enos said in a voice that seemed strangely distant,
an' I always wanted to get even with her. Pa always whipped me somethin' terrible whenever I did the smallest thing wrong. He knowed damned well I wasn't really his! An' shit, how I hated that fuckin' bitch for that!"
Edna's cringing fear became worse. It was not just brutal lust she would have to endure, but she was trapped bound helpless and degraded in some nightmare fantasy of insane and misplaced revenge.
"Oooohhh," she moaned. "Noooo!"
"Pa finally drowned her in the creek!" Enos went on to explain, lost in his bitter memories. "Damndest thing I ever did see! He didn't know I was peekin' from back of the shed. He caught her fuckin' with a skinny mill hand, who mighta been my real pa. Shot him. Blew his head clean off with double-ought buckshot. Ma ran screamin' into the woods, but he caught her easy and began to fuck . . . slammed her ass right into the creek, an' he held her head down while he fucked away! I never seen a woman thrash like that since. She cum and she drowned at the same damn time . . . an' I always wondered what that might be like. From the look on pa's face, I always figured it was the best fuck he ever had."
In a strange and horrible way, his ghastly ramblings eased the chilling pain that Edna felt in her ass. She no longer writhed from the pain of the metal rod . . . she shivered in fear that Enos might go on to play out the rest of his terrible vision, that he'd pitch her off the boat and fuck her with her head forced beneath the surface, trying to recapture his perverted recollections of orgasm and death spasm fused into one.
"Hhuuuugh!" she moaned, tossing her head, trying to force a tortured mind to think. She had to calm him somehow, not excite his savage cruelty in anyway. Her life depended on it! Even if her hands were free, Edna knew she could not swim.
I'll have to hick! she thought, not merely submit. I'll have to fuck' longer and harder and better than anything he's ever known. The idea filled her with revulsion, but it was that or risk almost certain death.
"Ooohhh," she said with a carefully controlled voice. "I've never seen a cock as long and hard as yours!
Enos flashed an uncertain grin, his tangled mind coming back to the present.
"I want it!" she told him. "I want your cock deep inside of me! I want to hang on it with my tight cunt, climb it, squeeze it, milk it dry! Oh, I want to fuck your big cock!"
"Huunngh!" Enos growled. Ugly as he was, he'd seldom heard words of chanting desire, never seen the look of gleaming lust that flashed in the bound-up woman's eyes.
"Rub your hot cock on my little cut!" she begged. "Tease my little cunt! Make my warm fuck honey flow!"
"Yeah! I like a hot, wet twat . . . one that holds on smooth and slick!" He leaned down and ground the head of his cock into the mouth of her hairy pussy.
Edna answered with a low moan of deep joy, not as much an act as her pleading words had been. He touched real nerves, thrilling senses she could not control.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she gasped, feeling the steady spread of burning warmth in her cunt. "I do want it! 1 want your cock shoved in as far as it will go!"
Edna shivered at the sound of her own voice. She really did want his awful cock! Her sparking nerves demanded it.
Enos lunged, driving his cock while his bony hands walked up her sides to hold her tits, long fingers coiled to squeeze and milk her rigid nipples.
Edna jerked with pain. His weight drove her down, all but crushing her hands beneath her back and forcing the throttle handle deeper into her ass.
She could feel the thick balled head of the throttle bar strain the tender, fragile wall between her ass and cunt. She could feel his slender cock slide in, hot as a glowing steel rod, and she felt a grinding shock when the two rammed head-to-head in a collision of thrusting fury.
"Ungh! Ungh! UNGGGGHHH!" Enos whipped his limber frame. Wave-like motions curved his back, ending with a spiral drive of his narrow hips. He twisted left, twisted right . . . then he jammed his cock straight in with raging delight. "Aaahhhh, you're hot! TIGHT! AND ALIVE!"
Cunts of his other victims had only quaked with fear and loathing. Edna's pussy rippled with wild desire. Seething waves ran up and down his long cock shaft, gripping tightly at the root and gliding back, trembling as rings of muscle tightened to cling on the slender head of his long prick.
"Ooooh!" Edna moaned, drumming her feet on the deck. She had never fucked such a long cock before, never felt a slender cock that demanded such intense control. She loved the way she could make him toss, head rolling, savage eyes now softer looking, glazed with sheer delight.
Enos could hardly believe it was happening. A real good fuck! A woman who really wanted him. Some had tried to pretend, to fool him, thinking he was just a dim-wined backwoods hunk of crud. But no woman could act that good. No-way.
Edna moved with sensuous waves of unrestrained desire. The more and the louder she made him moan, the more she enjoyed the swelling sense of power that soon forced thoughts of pain and fear from her mind.
"I love it!" she said with a grunt. "I love your long cock. I want it to cum, and cum and cum again! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my mouth! Fuck my ass!"
"Hhhaaargh!" Enos could hardly drive hard enough or fast enough to satisfy the furious desire that raged in her cunt, wringing his cock, clinging and grabbing and begging for more. "I'm cuuummmming!" he groaned.
He wanted the insane pleasure of a pleading cunt to go on and on. His cum spurted thick and hot. It spread inside, sinking deeper than even the long hose of his cock could reach.
Edna writhed, her tight cunt gulping to drink the creamy flow, to suck his cock in and swirl his cum around the tightly gripped shaft of his prick.
"Huuuunngh!" she moaned when she felt the last drop fire. "I want more!"
Enos spurted with all the strength in his balls, but he could not force out another drop.
"More!" she whined. "I love your hot cum!"
"No more," he gasped, "not yet!"
"OOOOH! Pull it out . . . piss on me! Let me feel hot wet gold all over!" If her mind had been clear, Edna would never have believed it was her voice she heard.
"Piss on me, you bastard . . . I want to swim in a yellow river! I want to bathe in bitter heat. I want to drown in boiling flood!"
Suddenly her head jerked. Edna's mind blazed in horror. Her lips made frantic sucking motions, as if trying to pull back words babbled in the craze of joy. But it was too late.
Enos had heard, and she had said the worst possible thing . . . she had mentioned drowning in her ranting joy.
He leered down at Edna's frightened eyes, tongued his thin lips and split them into an evil grin...
Chapter Seven
Rita could not begin to understand. She could hear Edna's grunting words and shrill cries of wild desire. It amazed her. Edna always seemed so stuffy, the last one Rita thought would become turned on with intense joy.
Then she heard Edna scream a terrible cry of fear, her voice high-pitched and wailing in pure panic. Why the abrupt change? Rita shrugged, still chained to the rail, with the one they called Willie still unconscious, broken and bleeding, at her feet.
Edna's piercing voice seemed to cut the numbing cloud of pain draped ever Willie's mind. He stir, red, twisting uncomfortably, moaning softly as consciousness drifted back.
Rita scanned the black horizon, wondering when . . . or if their husbands would return. Her husband Joe had been with Special Forces in Vietnam a Green Beret. Sue's husband Frank had been a Navy frogman, both skilled and hardened combat veterans not so long ago. Bill had been some kind of supply clerk at a base in Texas, but still, she thought, he must have had some training . . . and she could not imagine what could be keeping the three of them away so long. Unless they'd all been killed . . . and she didn't even want to think about that.
Amos had readjusted the rope binding Sue's writhing body to the deck. He crouched behind her, grunting like a pig, happily fucking her ass with a cock thicker and hairier than any she had ever seen or felt. Sue's tortured gasps and Edna's shrill scream of fear tangled into one discordant symphony.
Willie stirred again, turning and dragging himself to his knees. Rita quit wondering what filled Edna's voice with terror, she had awful fears of her own.
Willie felt his badly broken nose, working it gently with a huge hand. Apparently oblivious to pain, he began to work it back in place, all the while grunting sounds of mounting rage.
"You did that, you fucking bitch!" he said when he finally raised his head, stumbling to his feet.
Rita glared in silent anger. Her feet were not chained, and she thought of kicking him again, but now he stayed carefully out of reach.
"I like a cunt with spunk," he said. "Feelin' a pussy struggle adds to the fun."
"I'll kill you if I get the chance!" Rita hissed. "You had your chance, honey. You gave it your best shot. Now it's your ass what's got to worry about getting killed!'? He turned and grinned, obviously amused by the brutal delight his brother Amos took in ripping in and out of Sue's creamy domed ass.
Turning back to Rita, Willie managed a grin while wiping blood off his face with the back of his hand. "You're gonna pay for bustin' my nose. trying to spoil this handsome face of mine. You're gonna pay big, you bitch!"
Rita tensed expectantly, If she had been bound with a light cord, her straining muscles might have broken free. Against heavy chain, there., was nothing she could do. Rough, cold metal cut her wrists and scraped the tightly drawn muscles of her neck. Her hot breath hissed like a snake coiled to strike.
"Damn, don't you beat all?" Willie laughed, suddenly struck by how funny it was, her so helpless but still steaming with rage. "I gotta get them clothes off so's I can see that big, beautiful body of yours . . . see it real good before I rip into it with my big dick."
"You couldn't rip shit with your little-boy prick!" Rita said, hoping to make him mad enough to charge.., to draw him in so she could kick again and scramble his nuts.
Willie just laughed. "Don't tire those long, sexy legs of yours gettin' all ready to kick I want them nice and strong and coiled around me when we fuck. Until then, you stupid cunt, I'm not gettin' anywhere you can reach with either foot."
"Bastard!" His arrogance made her anger surge. And she spit at him.
He sidestepped, laughing, amused by her fury and frustration. Then he bent down and scooped up a long, black upbraided leather whip that Rita hadn't noticed coiled darkly in the shadows.
"This here's the only way I know to strip you naked without comm' close," Willie said, almost as an apology.
But there was not even a trace of sympathy or compassion in his narrow blue eyes 'when he uncoiled the whip and snaked its long lash across the deck.
Rita shrank back against the cold metal railing, clanking the heavy chains locked around her wrists.
"No!" she gasped. "Please, no!"
She feared, she hated, and yet she yearned uncontrollably for pain. Her father had often beaten her as a child, first with his bare hand and later with a heavy leather belt . . . black like the whip curving in obscene swirls before her eyes.
Her father had caught her masturbating. She had been teasing her young cut with darting finger strokes, moaning with joy and rolling her head with eyes half closed. That provoked the worst beating of all.
She could remember being grabbed by the wrist, held in her father's steely grip almost as brutally as she was now bound in heavy chain. He'd lifted the back of her skirt; laid her rounded ass hare and lashed it with that belt.
All the time her tense pussy mound ground fiercely on her father's knee. It excited her even more than a wiggling fingertip, and it did wildly exciting things to him too. Her wet cunt honey ran down his leg. He trembled, jerking and twisting, fanning her passions even more.
Then her mother had burst into the room, wailing in a righteous voice of insane wrath. "You'll both die and go to hell for this!"
Her mother's awful cry lingered in her mind. Seeing the long whip reminded her of the leather belt. Feeling the tense heat of joy in her cunt reminded her of her father's rough knee, the way it jerked and twisted in 'time with each sting of the lash. Then she heard the raging echo of her mother's nagging voice: You'll both die and go to hell for this! Her father had died young, too young, stricken with a dread disease.
Then her mother mourned and wept and prayed for his soul in heaven, but Rita could only sob and think of his body burning in hell . . . fearful for years afterward that the same thing might happen to her. She thought that she'd overcome that awful fear, but now it came roaring back like the sound of her mother's shrill voice.
Rita screamed. "I don't have to die to go to hell! Sweet mother of god . . . I'm already there!"
Willie's powerful arm moved in a quick, graceful arc. The black whip hissed and popped, catching in the deep V of Rita's blouse. It ripped the cloth, but hardly flicked her trembling skin.
Rita pitched forward, stung more by the pain of her memories than the bite of the whip. If it hadn't been for the heavy chain locked around her neck, she'd have fallen forward on a face already twisted with anguish.
"That can't hurt that much!" Willie sneered. He hurled another loop of hissing leather with all his skill and strength.
"Yyyaaaahhh!" Rita cried, although the lash had barely touched her breast. She heard her blouse rip, and she felt the gush of heated juices flowing in her cunt. "Oh, no . . . please no!"
The awful excitement, the horrible guilt of her childhood. . . it was happening all over again!
"Daddy . . . oh, Daddy I'm sorry for what we did!"
"I'm not your daddy, and we ain't done it yet!" This time Willie hurled the lash with more anger than precision. It hit Rita's left tit and cut a wide slash in her blouse, leaving a raw, red welt underneath.
Willie didn't understand women. They were always saying one thing and meaning another.
They'd laughed at him when he left the mountains to go to junior college in the valley. They teased and chased after his 'big cock, and then bitched because he only wanted to hick.
"Can't you love me for my mind?" one simpering bitch had asked.
"Sure, honey. . . but only if I fuck you in the mouth!"
The stupid cunt! And none of them ever looked twice at poor Arnold Franklin, the smartest kid in the class, but all shrunken and small. If loving a mind was such wonderful damn idea, why weren't the cunts all flocking after him?
Rita fixed Willie in her steady gaze, chilled by the bitter snarl that curved his lip as he snaked back the whip once again. It blurred, a long black streak, and she winced, shutting her eyes before she even felt the hot kiss of the lash.
The whip bared her left breast, left the ripped cloth hanging in shreds. Creamy white flesh fired with biting pain. Rita jerked, tugged uselessly at the chain, and wailed a tortured cry.
"Enough! Christ, I can't take any more! I've suffered enough . . . I've suffered too damn much!"
"You hardly been sufferin' at all!" Willie snapped, his voice biting sharp as braided leather.
Just wish I could think of a way to hurt you the way this busted face hurts me!"
He swung the black whip again, striking lower this time, splitting the center of her skirt and panties, half-baring the wide spread of dark brown pussy fur tangled beneath.
"Unnnnngh" Rita jerked back from the pain. She could not force herself to look, but she felt the stinging welt and the red, burning-bright pain. She could feel the sharp pain eating its way up her spine, leaving her weak and ready to fall.
"If I did what I'd like you to do, you'd pass out surer than hell . . . then that juicy cunt of yours wouldn't be worth a fuck. I want you wide awake and kickin', you dirty bitch!"
"I know a way to hurt her," Enos said. He'd come down from the bridge, leaving Edna behind in a moaning heap of pain.
"A way she won't faint?" Willie asked.
Enos nodded. "Don't you worry. These fancy, long-haired city bitches all love their shaggy manes. Not havin' a cock, hair is about the only thing a woman can grow long."
"I never thought of that," Willie said. The whip
-danced in restless coils near his feet.
"Cuttin' off her long hair is gonna be almost like cuttin' off your long cock. Only difference is, hers'll grow back after a time."
"No!" Rita barked. Both wrists jerked. She loved her long hair, loved the silky feel when it teased across her naked tits, loved the way Joe rasped for breath when he gathered her soft strands, bunching silky hair around her ears, using it for, a handle to steady her head while he rammed her cunt excitedly with his cock and tried to smother her with tongue-jabbing kisses.
He liked it too when she got on top, letting her long strands trail across his chest as she leaned down, hungry for his cock. She would toss her head, sweeping his hot cock with teasing silk before she plunged and swallowed it, burying his nuts in a nest of tossing hair. I
"Look what I found in the galley when I was comm' through," Enos said with a wicked gleam in his narrow, beady eyes. He held up a sturdy, long-bladed pair of kitchen shears. The sharp chrome blades flashed sinister reflections.
"Don't cut my hair!" Rita begged them. "Please you can do anything else you want. Anything."
"She don't seem to understand," Enos said to his brother, shaking his head sadly as he examined his broken nose. "We can do anything we want anyway.., even after we cut off all that mink hair!"
"Oh, God!" Rita cried. She fought against the chains, trying to bring up her hands to protect her head. Enos was coming toward her, clicking the long blades of the scissors together. "Nnnnoooo!"
"Why don't you suck her cunt while I'm snippin' off her hair?" Enos suggested. "I'll bet she jumps and jerks an' really stuffs your mouth full. when she feels her hair start to fall."
Rita hissed and tried to drive a knee into Willie's groin as he approached. He caught it on the thigh and leaned hard against her, jamming her back to the rail, almost breaking her chained wrists.
"I think I'll start with them beautiful tits of hers instead." Willie stood slightly turned, one muscular thigh jammed hard against her squirming cunt mound.
Rita snarled and tried to kick again, but Willie was in too close. There was nothing she could do.
Willie felt the damp warmth of her cunt grinding against his leg. This bitch was hot and pumping honey already. He gave her a grin and grabbed her luscious tits, ripping away the last shreds of tattered cloth.
"Uunnngh!" Rita groaned. His hands felt cold as ice, hard as granite rock.
Enos came up on her right side. She twisted at the last instant and tried to launch a vicious kick at him, but he was too quick. He stepped down hard on her foot and smashed her toes against the deck.
"Bitch!" Enos hissed in triumph. Then he brought up the snapping pointed jaws of the scissors.
Rita saw the sinister gleam from the corner of her eye. She winced, shut her eyes.
"No, pleeeeease . . . no!"
Then she heard the cold snap of sharp steel.
"Oh, God!"
Willie cupped his hands beneath Rita's tits, fingers spread, thumbs twirling on thick nipples bulged with the cold swelling of fear and disgust. Rita felt the demanding spiral of his touch and she fought against the jarring shocks of pleasure
radiating from her trapped tits. She twisted her head, trying to tear herself away from Enos and his scissors, but when she moved, she saw a big handful of her silky hair remain in the twisted grip of his bony hand.
Rita swelled her tits with an enormous in drawn breath, and then she screamed with all her might.
Willie liked the way her tits mashed into his hands, the way they trembled from the shrilling force of her scream, but he didn't like the awful sound.
"Shut her up!" Willie said to his brother. He still felt a ringing in his ear from being kicked, and he couldn't stand the sound of screaming.
Enos gripped another hank of streaming hair and snipped it off close to her scalp. He bunched it up in his hand, grinning wickedly, then he jammed it into Rita's mouth.
"Mmmuughhh!" Rita groan. "Rrraaagh!"
Enos snipped off more hair and jammed her mouth completely full. Tears flooded Rita's eyes. She could not make a sound, but her desperate screaming went on inside her mind.
Enos kept snipping away at her hair, and Willie bowed his head to suck on her welt-streaked tits, loving the way she wrenched and jerked and rammed her lush tits against his gaping mouth.
Joe! Rita screamed in 'her mind. For God's sake, Joe . . . where are you? Save me, Joe! Save me before I'm completely bald! Joe? Of course no answer came .
Chapter Eight
Joe led the way along the darkened lakeshore. So little moonlight filtered through the trees that he had to almost feel his way, stepping carefully to avoid sharp rocks they could not see. Footsore and weary, they stopped at the mouth of a deep cove.
"Look at the size of that son-of-a-bitch," Joe said. "It'll take us an hour to walk around it."
"We could swim across the mouth," Frank said. "It isn't far."
"It is if you can't swim," Bill told them.
Joe scanned the cove. "It's a good landmark. If we had a map, we could at least figure out where we are, how much further we have to go."
"If we had a map," Frank said with bitter emphasis.
"I have a map," Bi1l said, removing thick wet folds of paper from his jacket pocket.
"And if we could ready in the dark," Frank went on.
"I have waterproof matches too," Bill told them.
Joe laughed. "Leave it to the fucking supply clerk!" He unfolded the map, spreading it on the ground and lit a match to study it. "This must be Stillwater Cove," he said. "And the houseboat is anchored here, about two miles south."
The match flickered out, and Joe lit another.
Frank studied the contour lines. "There's some damn rough country in between . . . steep canyons, tall peaks. Shit!"
Across the cove from the three men, Amy McCoy sensed danger. When the crickets outside her rustic cabin abruptly stopped their chirping melody, she blew out her lamp and reached for her twin-barreled twelve gauge. Her experience with the Jensen brothers had left her jittery, determined to shoot first and talk later if anyone came sneaking around again.
She saw the flicker of a match by the mouth of the cove. Squinting, she could make out the shapes of three men all hunched down and studying the ground.
"Bastards!" she hissed.
Her time with Willie had been fun, but no way in hell would she ever give herself to the other two. She thumbed the hammers back and waited, staring bleakly into the night.
The three men started forward, along the north rim of the deep cove. Joe kept in the cover of the trees, still not knowing who or for what reason anyone would shoot up their boat.
Amy watched and decided the three were up to no good. They were definitely sneaking toward her cabin, trying to stay hidden among the thick oaks.
"Bastards!" she hissed, and she raised the gun to fire.
The shotgun sounded like a dynamite blast.
"Jeeezzzus!" Rough bark sprayed off a tree only inches from Joe's head. He hit the dirt. Frank caught a spray of flying wood chips in the face, and he went down with a yelp of surprise.
"Aaagh! I'm hit!" Bill cried behind him. He felt a burning pain in his left arm.
Frank crawled back to him, fumbling in the dark to find the wound, not daring to raise his head. "It's just a scratch," he said reassuringly.
"There's a cabin up ahead," Joe said. He'd seen part of the porch in the flaming muzzle blast.
"Must belong to the bastard who shot up our boat," Frank said. "I say we take him and whip his ass into butter!"
"That was just a warning!" Amy called out. Joe's eyes probed the darkness for the source of the sound. "It's a fucking woman!" he gasped, still unable to see a thing.
"Willie can come in if he wants, but you other two get your asses out of here before I blow them off!"
"Willie? Who the hell is Willie?" Frank whispered.
"Ask her," Bill said. "It must be a mistake."
"No!" Joe said in a harsh whisper. "Don't give away our position. Whoever shot up our boat did it on purpose, and I mean to have his ass even if he turns out to be a her!"
"It'll be even better that way," Frank said. "We came up here for some fucking."
"Yeah; but she has a big damn gun," Bill said, still fingering his arm, "and the three of us are face down in the fucking mud."
Joe grabbed a handful of pebbles and pitched them into black water at the edge of the cove.
BLAM!
In the brief flash of light Joe saw the outline of the cabin again, and he heard a spray of buckshot rip the water exactly where the pebbles had gone in. "She's good," he said.
"She's very good," Frank agreed. "I'm going to like fucking her all the more!" He didn't know why exactly, but the thrill and tension of combat greatly increased his desire for sex. At home, trapped in the dull routine of suburban life, Frank had almost forgotten how good it could be.
Joe felt the same way. Though neither man said a word, each one knew from the other's rasp of anxious breath that their cocks were swelling hard. Bill had never been in combat, never heard a gun fired except on the practice range, but he felt it too an intense tingling of desire. "What do we do?" he asked.
"I can swim almost to the porch of the cabin, Frank said. "You two create a diversion . . . I'll go in underwater."
That's what Frank had been trained to do, and all the old thrills came rushing back.
"You'd better be good," Joe warned. "You saw how quick she hit the splash of those pebbles."
"I'm not just good," Frank said. "I am the fucking BEST! I'll see you bastards in the cabin!"
Joe tossed a piece of loose bark off to the side away from the water.
BLAM!
Frank dove at once, knifing into the water, hardly making a sound.
BLAM!
Sharp jets of spray leaped up, but by then Frank was gone, swimming silent and unseen beneath the black water of the cove.
From the shelter of a fallen log, Joe shouted:
"You're gonna get your ass fucked for sinking our boat, little lady!"
Boat? Amy wondered. What boat? But she fired toward the taunting sound of a rough male voice without giving it another thought.
Joe heard the thud of buckshot plowing into the other side of the log. He rolled, pitching sideways, and then darted forward, hugging the ground.
Amy caught a shadowy glimpse of him but held her fire, waiting for a clear shot.
Joe had a long way to go yet, and the last thirty feet was wide open . . . no cover at all.
"Yooo-hooo! I'm over here!" Joe called from behind a sturdy tree.
Amy sat with her finger coiled around the trigger, just waiting for him to move. She saw a faint movement toward the left and swung the muzzle that way.
Joe lunged, diving forward on the other side.
"Damn you!" she shouted. "Just wait until I catch your ass in the clear!"
But she never did. When his darting, elusive shadow reached the edge of the clearing, Amy sat hunched toward the window, the muzzle of the shotgun thrust out ready and waiting. She couldn't jerk it back in time when what seemed like a wet, moss-draped monster kicked in the door...
"Aaaggghh!" she screamed, tugging and trying to turn the gun around.
Frank slapped the side of her head, spinning her around.
"That's for tucking up our boat!" Frank growled, half out of breath from the long swim and quick rush on to the porch.
The other two charged through the door before Amy's lips stopped quaking. They grabbed the gun and tore it from her frightened hands.
"You're the rapists!" she screamed, eyes flicking from one angry face to the next. She moaned. "Shit! Now I wish Willie and his brothers were here!"
Frank already had his cock out, long and hard and surging with hot-blooded rage despite the chill of his long swim. Joe held Amy's arms pinned behind her back, jerking his hips and ramming her ass with his cock. Bill gazed hungrily at her, amazed how pretty she was while he began tearing off his clothes.
"Oh, God!" Amy moaned.
Frank held her now, pressing his naked cock into the dented back of her designer jeans while Joe stepped around in front, pulling off his clothes.
"You're the only one left who's overdressed," Joe said. He dove at her waist with grasping hands, pulling open the front of her pants. Bill popped off the buttons of her shirt in his excitement to see her tits.
As fear swelled inside her, Amy's sharp tits heaved invitingly. She also tore at the hands holding her arms behind her back.
"She squirms like a fucking eel!" Frank said. "Let's tie the little bitch up so we can all three go at her at once!"
"Good idea!" Joe agreed. He spun around, eyes searching for some rope or heavy cord.
"She's got a real nice pair of tits!" Bill said. He cupped them with his hands and raked her bulging nipples with the edge of his thumbnails, flicking them up and down in a blur of lusty desire. "How
can we tie her so we can all fuck at once?"
"Right here,." Joe said.
The bunk against the wall had a criss-cross lacing of rope to support the mattress pad. Joe pulled off the mattress and blankets and burled them aside, leaving just the web of rope in a rough wooden frame.
"We spread-eagle her cunt from above, and who gets that ripe little ass from underneath."
Frank studied the distance between the floor and the web of ropes that would be supporting the squirming redhead. "I 've got quite a cock," he said, "but no way will I reach her ass from way down there!"
"It will when one of us is on top, flicking her cunt and pushing her down to meet you!"
Amy moaned. "Why Me?"
"Because." Frank laughed. "We didn't have the stuff to plug the holes in our boat. But we've sure got what it takes to fill three of yours!"
Amy twisted, trying again to break free, but she only succeeded in grinding the puckered hole of her ass against the burning head of Frank's big cock.
"Aaagh! We don't have to draw straws," Frank said, prodding her toward the bunk with the shaft of his cock. "I want lieu sweet little ass . . . I'm hot for it already!"
"And I want her mouth." Bill said. "Edna's no good at sucking cock.. I like the way this little bitch works her lips!"
It was silent pleading that moved Amy's lips. She could not force herself to believe any of this was really happening. They looked like nice ordinary guys the kind you might, meet in town shopping at the supermarket, or downing a couple of beers at the corner bar after work. But something she could not understand had turned them into angry, powerful beasts.
They pushed her toward the rough bare ropes of the bunk, and she found herself powerless to resist. Her arms were still pinned in a rigid, vise-like grip, and the other two each grabbed an ankle, both lifting and leering as they pulled her trembling legs apart.
"Look at all the fuzz on her little cunt!" Joe said. "Look's like her twat is on fire! And it's mine, baby all mine! I'm gonna love fucking a little bitch who tried to blow my head off!"
"Any blowing she does now, she's gonna be doing with my hot pecker!" Bill said with smoldering joy.
"Uuuugh!" Amy's breath gushed out when they dropped her on the bed.
She kicked and struggled, but the three of them were too strong. They spread her arms and legs to the four corners of the frame, and they all chuckled with savage glee while they snared her wrists and ankles with tight loops of rope.
"AAARRRG!" She thrashed against her restraints, struggling like a netted fish, feeling the bite of the rope where she was tied and in a crisscross pattern all up and down her back.
"OOOOOH, GOD!" she cried. "Why me? What did I do?"
"You ain't done nothin' yet," Frank roared in a mocking deep voice of authority. "But before we get done, you'll have done it all! You are going to get fucked every way that a little red fox can get it!''
"Yeah!" Joe laughed. He was whipping his dick with a coiled hand. "I sure hope our wives have found something exciting to do, because I have the feeling we're going to be busy the rest of the night...
Chapter Nine
Rita almost choked on a balled-up wad of her own hair. The bright blades of the scissors kept snipping around her head, making a cold, clicking sound like the evil chuckle that rattled in Enos' hollow chest.
She had given up resisting, it only seemed to intensify the cruel pleasure of shearing her almost bald. She glared down, watching in silent horror as the tangle of long hair falling around her feet grew steadily larger.
Willie dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face in her crotch, his tongue digging excitedly into her twat. His hand reached up and mauled her tits, squeezing and tugging in time with the hungry stabs of his wet tongue.
Rita's head began to rock as tingling, shocks of excitement reached her brain. Willie held her juicy cut between his lips while his rough tongue sawed back and forth on her tender nub.
"Uuungh!" Rita groaned, coughing out the gagging ball of hair.
With each toss of her head she felt a tugging at her hair, then a cold snip of the scissors.
"Oooooh!" Rita cried, grateful that she could not see her own head shorn of all its soft and flowing hair.
"Think I'll save it all and stuff a pillow!" Enos said with a joyous ring of evil in his voice. 'Then, winters when there ain't no women around, I can bury my face in it." He cackled even more wildly then "course to make that any good, I'll have to shear her little pussy too. Pillow wouldn't be no good if it didn't smell like cunt!"
Rita jerked, horrified by the thought of scissoring snipping around the soft, puffed lips of her twat. Willie had his tongue between them now, wrenching them apart with sideward thrusts from the base of his tongue. The long tip of his tongue wiggled deep into her seething cunt tube.
"Aaaarrgh!" Rita groaned.
She clenched her teeth grinding her pretty face into a hard knot of restraint. She vowed not to give any sign of pleasure, even though Willie's darting tongue was driving her wild,,
Enos stepped back when he'd finished with her hair, still holding the shears in his hand, snipping them idly with cruel delight flashing in his eyes. "Her fucking head looks like an egg!"
Tears gushed from the corners of Rita's tightly shut eyes. A soft whimper of anguish slipped from her lips.
"Bald," she mumbled in brutal torment. "I've lost all my beautiful hair!"
"Not quite all," Willie said, his lips still near her hairy twat. He gulped a breath and buried his face again, tantalizing even her most stubborn cunt nerves with the wet stroking of his tongue.
"Aaaahhhh!" Rita moaned. She loved to have her cunt licked. Sweeping, stabbing tongue-strokes produced such dazzling joy that she would shiver with wild delight, grinding her hips and thrusting excitedly to get more. But now she held herself in the rigid control of icy calm. Willie sensed how strongly she struggled to resist, but he knew all the tricks of sucking cunt. No bitch could take much of that, no matter how hard she tried. The scent of lust reeked from an excited cunt whether a woman wanted it to or not. Rita tried, but the heavy aroma of her desire seeped into the still night air all around.
Bitter-sweet honey flowed from her twat, slicking his tongue and wetting his cheeks as Willy burrowed deeper, loving the hot scent of cunt. His nose still hurt from the slightest touch, and her writhing pussy began to push it Nick and forth.
"AAAAHHHH!" Rita cried, slipping out of control. "Eat me, you bastard! Push your face into my twat! Lick it . . . suck it! Oooooh, yeah fuck me with your tongue!"
She forgot about her torment, her hair, her nearly bald head.
Enos watched, smirking as she lost control. "I get her as soon as you get tired," he reminded his cunt-sucking younger brother. His long thin cock was already swollen hard again, pulsing with obscene waves of desire.
Rita shivered and felt Willie's hands easing down her sides. He hooked his arms around her thighs, wrenching them apart, spreading her cunt wider to receive more furious thrusts from his tongue.
"AAACCCK!" she cried, racked by the awful strain, stung by twisting, waves of wet delight.
Willie gripped her thighs hard and lifted, rising to his feet. Rita gurgled: a half choked cry as the loop of chain around her neck pulled tight. Her head tipped back, unable to rise another inch, but Willy kept lifting her lower body.
Rita's throttled cry reached far into the night. He lifted her ass to the top of the rail. Her head bowed back and she tipped precariously, clawed with hands chained behind her, desperate for. anything to hold on to. She hung her head down, half off the boat, her beautiful dark-haired pussy laid open like a gaping wound.
"Push her over!" Enos said. "Let her fall . . I want to see if she can swim wearin' all that chain!"
"I'm gonna fuck her first," Willie said, "and I
want her bent way back so she can really feel my big cock!"
Rita swayed and felt dizzy from blood thundering into her head. Willy put a hand beneath her back to steady her. If he hadn't supported her, she would have pitched completely off the boat and dangled by the heavy chain locked around her neck.
If he lets go, I'll die! Rita realized in numbing horror.
Willie eyed her wide-spread cunt and guided his enormous cock with his other hand. It pressed against the back-bent lips of her juicy wet cunt slit, boring in like a fleshy drill.
"Oooooh, God!" Rita cried with her head upside down. "Oooh, fuck . . . what is that, the handle of an oar?"
"That's jus' the first part of my cock, you silly bitch! Wait'll you feel it ALL!"
"I can't!" she gasped as he pushed in more of his thick cock. "I can't! "Ooooooh, I can't WAIT!"
The cold steel rail cut hard across the crack of her ass. Tilted back sharply, the tension in her cunt seemed greater than ever before, so tight that Rita thought she could count the bulging veins on the long cock shaft he kept pushing in.
Blood rushing to her head made her senses blur. The world swayed upside-down, and the heavy chain around her neck L grated hard up under her chin, reminding her that she dangled only inches away from almost certain death.
"You'd best hang on tight to this cock of mine," Willie said. "If I get excited and jerk my hand out from under your back, my dick's gonna be all you can cling to!"
"Oooooh," Rita moaned. "Don't drop me... I'll be good! Please don=t let me go! I'll be the best fuck you ever had! Aaah! God, you 're so fucking big! Oh, I have to hang on, I can't help it EEEEY! You're ripping my cunt!"
Willie loved the wail of a woman's pleading voice, and he loved even more to hear a woman rage about the size of his cock. It was a beautiful sound.
"Shit!" Rita screamed. "I've never felt anything like it! You're going in sooo farrrrr! Uungh! I'm still a virgin way in there!"
"And you ain't got it all yet, you beautiful baldheaded bitch!"
"I want it!" she begged. "Aaah, I want every inch. Ooooh, I just love a huge cock. . . and yours is like two!"
"You think it's tight where it is now . . . wait until I ram it up your ass!"
"I love ass fucking!? Rita cooed. "Just hold me . . . don't let me go!"
Willie grinned and let her slip backward another few inches.
"Eeeeyyyooow!" Rita screamed, hooking her legs behind his back.
"Nobody loves ass fucking when the cock is as big as mine," Willie told her. "I'm going to rip your little shitter . . . wreck it just like you tried to wreck my nose!"
Rita moaned, fearful again. Tipping farther back had already increased the stabbing friction inside her cunt. She could feel his thick cock bum as it kept pushing and forcing her clinging cunt walls apart. She kicked in joyous fury.
Willie fucked harder and faster now, almost pushing her off her dangerous perch on the rail.
"Ooooohhh!" Rita cried, half in seething pleasure from the power of his long prick, half in chilling fear that she might fall and feel the heavy chain snap her neck. She held on tighter with her legs, drumming her feet.
Her thoughts of fear soon vanished, so did the throbbing pain that came from having her head hanging upside-down. His enormous cock was all the way in her cunt now. She could feel coarse hair grinding on her tender cunt-lips each time he rocked and stabbed, inching her closer and closer to a dangerous fall.
"AAahhhh!" she screamed. "It's good. It's great. Oh, hot-ripping prick. . . I've got it all!"
Some women moaned, some women screamed, some babbled words as Rita was now but all women loved Willie's big cock. It gave him a great sense of power. Some women laughed because he wasn't too bright, some made fun of his back-country ways . . . but no bitch ever laughed once she'd felt his cock.
"Ooooh, I love it!" Rita wailed. "I want to make it cum! I want to milk it and squeeze it and wring it with-my cunt until it's dry!"
Willie just grunted and kept fucking his cock in, as hard and fast and deep as he could. He liked to watch her body grind and jerk. Bent backwards as she was, every muscle became a tight band, and every taut little back twitched and trembled with hot spasms of raw delight.
He held back his surging flow, grinding his teeth, clamping his powerful ring of muscle at the root of his cock. He wanted to keep flicking, ripping in and out. He wanted to hear her cries and moans, the sound was sweet music to his ears.
"Eeeey!" Rita shrieked. "Aaagggh!"
Just when she thought she'd felt everything he could do, he found some way to twist his giant cock, to change the angle and make it rake across fresh nerves, spreading searing heat that melted all thoughts of fear or torment from her mind.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded, "oooh ... fuck me more!"
She kept up the pressure of milking cunt waves, wanting to feel his huge prick spurt. His nuts must hold a gallon, she was thinking in a mind that reeled upside-down of wild delight.
"Aaahhh!" Willie said with a roar of pleasure. "You're doing it to me! You're making me
CUM!"
Sue caught brief glimpses from her position face down on the deck at the other side of the boat. Amos crouched behind her, bent over, his hands locked hard on her dangling big tits, squeezing and tugging as he rammed his thick cock in her asshole.
Sue had seen the scissors flash in the moonlight, heard the sinister snipping sound and had seen long waves of Rita's dark hair tumble to the desk. Sue shivered, thinking of her glorious silver mane.
"You be good," Amos said with a grunt, sensing the horrible fascination of what she saw, " cause when I get tired of your ass, I'm gonna give you to Enos or that boy."
"I'll be good!" Sue whined.
God, I'll be the greatest! she was thinking. The handsome younger brother 'with his enormous cock, he would not have been so bad. In fact Sue looked forward to fucking him. But Enos! Thin as a rail, cold, mean and cruel . . . he reminded her of a snake.
Enos' head bobbed excitedly as he watched his younger brother fuck. A lecherous grin warped his lips. He kept working the bright chrome shears with one hand while he flogged his long, thin cock with the other.
"Give it to her, boy! Fuck her good, Willie! Make her wail!"
Willie needed no encouragement. Rita's legs held him locked in a clinging vise of desperate desire. Her juicy twat clawed wetly at his huge cock, whipped into a frenzy by the depth and grinding power of each reaming thrust.
"Oooooh!" Rita moaned. "I'm coming tooooo!"
Dangling upside down with blood rushing wildly to her head, Rita hung suspended in a dizzy world of strange sensations. Her back felt a cruel strain from being curved sharply over the rail, and her cunt ached from the frenzy of Willie's mighty cock-thrusts, but she felt only the exploding joy of nerves ripped and jolted by the insane pleasure of overwhelming pain. She knew what End would be the final, glorious bliss of orgasm. She would shiver wildly, and then she would faint from the strain and slip quietly into the soothing calm of a world without any sensation at all.
"Do it!" she begged. "Oh, cum! Gush your load in my aching cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me full!"
"Aaaaagh!" Willie groaned. He felt a seeping drop of silver jism slip through the clamp of his self-control. "AAAGGGHHH!"
Rita felt his cock tense, then shiver in anticipation of explosive release. Then she felt the charge, a searing blast that splattered deep where it had only dribbled before. She screamed, and her mind twisted in a dizzy spiral, matching the furious twisting of her cunt.
Rita's shrill cries excited Sue. The big cock ramming her ass felt better than ever before. She twisted back, echoing Rita's cry. Amos grunted fiercely and his cock began spurting top.
Both women became obsessed, lost in their wailing joy, immune to pain, unmindful of abuse and degradation. All that mattered was the thrill of the moment, the blazing power of jetting cum.
"Uuuunnngh!" they groaned, quaking inside with spasms of burning delight.
Willie had finished and Rita had fainted before Amos fired his last dripping shot. He groaned a last sound of joy and hunched over Sue, his chest heaving from the strain.
"Now . . . " Amos said, panting for breath, "now I think it's time to give ole Enos a crack at your little silver-haired cunt."
"Oh, God!" Sue exclaimed. "No not him! Please!"
All the fears and horrors came creeping back to Sue. But when they looked around, Enos was gone...
Chapter Ten
Frank couldn't help thinking of Sue. They'd spent their honeymoon in a rustic, lakeside cabin much like the one he was in now. He gazed down at the red-haired young woman bound hand and foot to the rope-framed bed.
He'd have never thought of doing anything like this back then, in fact he probably would have used his stocky frame and hammer-like fists to stop the other two. But that was before they sent him to Nam and that shithole, war where he had to be a tough bastard just to survive.
Frank pushed the mattress pad under the bunk.
"Might as well make myself comfortable down there," he said. "Looks like it's going to be a long night. And it'll give me a little more reach. Hey, hot cunt, let me get my cock deeper into your pretty ass!"
Amy still couldn't believe it. Stripped of their leering grins, they all would have been such nice looking guys. Not mean like Amos, or vicious as Enos . . . not that she could tell. There must be some animal in all men, she decided. The savage instincts were still there, just better hidden in some. She couldn't help wondering what brought it out . . . why they had become such beasts with her.
Bill moved around to the head of the bunk, gazing fondly at the waves of her fiery hair. Besides envying Frank for having Sue and her big tits, he'd always envied Joe for having Rita and her long cascade of silky hair. Edna refused to wear her hair long, said it was out of place on a woman her age, making it sound like she was over the hill at thirty-three.
And Edna always had to be so fucking prim and proper, that made her seem older still. It bothered him because be didn't feel old. His hair was getting a little thin in back, his belly wasn't as lean and hard as it was once . . . but damn it, he didn't feel old!
The redhead was good that way. She couldn't have been far into her twenties. The bright gleam of youth still flashed in her eyes, and just the fact that she lived way out here in the woods meant she. still had the courage to take a chance, to enjoy life differently than in some crowded, dreary subdivision.
Edna would never do that, not even when she was young. She was even afraid to let him take a small chance starting his own business. She made him keep his boring; dead-end job . . . wouldn't sign the papers he needed to raise money to get a business going. The bitch! Her stubborn caution had chained him to a fucking desk.
Frustration seethed in him, but Bill's lips curved slowly into a grin. He was going to pump it all out, get rid of it! Rain it in the face of this pretty red-haired girl. He didn't give a damn that she kept saying she wasn't the one who sank their boat. Bill had other scores to settle.
"You like sucking cock?" he asked. He stood over her, his prick swollen hard above her face.
"Sometimes," she admitted freely. "When I have a choice.''
"You don't have a choice," Bill told her bluntly.
"With them, maybe not," Amy said, nodding toward Joe who had moved to kneel between her spread legs, then toward Frank who was adjusting himself on the pad beneath her ass. "With you, I have a choice. If I don't like your cock and what it does in my mouth. . I'll bite the damn thing off!"
Bill felt a nervous shiver, tense little waves of excitement. "Then I'd have to hurt you," he warned. "Really hurt you."
"Then it would be too late to save your pecker," she shot back coldly. A challenging look flashed boldly in her eyes.
Bill stroked his cock in a languid, gliding motion. "I'm going to like this," he decided. His life held so few risks and challenges as it was.
Amy grinned up at him, trying to understand the strange look of yearning in his tired eyes. "You just better hope and pray that I like it too!"
Joe leaned over her. "I can tell you're going to like it. I can smell your little cunt oozing fuck honey right now.
Amy shifted her gaze to Joe. She knew what he said was true. She could feel the seeping warmth spreading between her legs. Something she could not understand excited her wildly. Ropes cut her wrists and ankles and scratched hard against her back, but she was aware most of all of the mounting tension that sent warm shivers up her spine.
Amy McCoy had a strong sexual appetite, an intense natural curiosity. Her parents, thank goodness, had never filled her head with shit like other women she knew had done. She had always enjoyed sex, enjoyed it immensely ever since she discovered her cut and the wonderful things her own teasing fingers could do.
"You're awfully quiet," Joe said. He would have enjoyed a bit of a struggle.
"You want me to recite the Gettysburg Address?"
"Oooh, she's a cool one!" Frank called from below. "Maybe this will warm her up."
Frank nudged her ass with the head of his cock, working it around in circles with his hand.
Amy gasped.
"Maybe we ought to warm both ends," Joe said. He worked his cock up and down on the nub of her juicy clit.
"Aaahhh," she replied, starting to move her hips.
Bill leaned down, brushing her ear with his lips, flooding it with warm breath while he flicked at it with his tongue.
Amy gulped and felt g blazing shock of anticipation.
"I decided to start with a hole that won't bite," Bill explained.
"You bastard!" She squirmed with writhing joy. Amy loved to have a man toy with her ears. The warmth of his breath went straight to her brain and then blazed outward in all directions. Joe felt the wet mouth of her twat pucker to kiss his teasing cock-head. Frank felt a, tremor of dry heat from the tightly clenched ring: of her ass.
Bill brushed the side of her throat with his fingertips, a gentle stroking that made her skin tingle beneath his touch. It was crazy! Amy's mind reeled in confusion. She was cruelly bound, helpless to the whims and wild desires of her captors, and yet they were all fawning over her like adoring lovers. It made no sense at all. What it did was drive her wild!
Amy arched her back, cunt lips spreading warmly to swallow the head of Joe's cock. She gave a brief moan of joy and then sagged back, squirming the tense dry hole of her shitter on the rigid hot cock down below.
Joe leaned down harder, maintaining the pressure of spiral cock-strokes on the nub of her bulging cut. Her cut swelled and squirmed within a soft wet sheath of clinging cunt flesh. Frank reached up from below and hooked a finger into the bottom of her seething twat slit. The twin jolts of pleasure brought a shrill cry to Amy's quaking lips.
Bill's gliding fingers swept over her shoulder and down to the upraised mound of one tit. His fingers closed, dragging themselves up the creamy dome to its rigid tip, then they spread slowly and glided back.
"Aaaggghhh!" Amy gasped.
Joe dropped his lips on her other tit and copied Bill's pulsing strokes with sleek wet suction.
"Oooooh, God!" she moaned. Her whole body wrenched, tugging at the stiff, scratchy ropes that bound her 1:0 the bed. She had no desire to break free. . . only to grab Bill's hand and press it more firmly on her tit, to circle her legs around Joe and increase the blazing joy of his cut-strokes, to wet Frank's cock with honey from her cunt and worm it into her ass.
"Oooooh, I want you. I want you all!" she gasped.
Tremors of raging delight became more and more rapid and intense. Amy could hardly stand it. She felt nerves sputter like an overloaded circuit about to blow. Younger men she'd been with including that handsome bastard Willy with his fantastic cock seldom took the time to excite her so thoroughly.
These older men obviously knew more about what triggered a woman's most insane delights. They thrilled her with their combined skills, lifting her gently toward an unknown peak of sensuous delight.
"Enough of this romantic bull shit," Joe said abruptly. "Let's fuck! Let's fuck her good! All together, all at once! UNNNGH!"
Amy tensed at the first rough word he spoke. Her dream was shattered, broken by a stab of pain in her cunt. Joe lunged and drove in with his cock, grinding her down under his weight.
Frank arched beneath her and lanced up with . a deep grunt of joy, viciously stabbing his cock into her ass as she was forced down to meet him.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Amy wailed, rolling her head.
She craned her neck and parted her lips to stream, but Bill crouched over her head, and he stuffed her mouth full of throbbing cock.
"Munnngh," Amy groaned, gulping and trying to catch a breath through nostrils flared in shock.
Three cocks punched and jabbed at her without regard for the searing pain, without thought of how their sudden fury made her senses blur and shiver in shock. Tingling warmth became an inferno of pain, a mind-warping frenzy of cruel
lust.
Amy rasped in a sharp breath, steeling her nerves against tremors of loathing and disgust. They'd tricked her just as they had sneaking into the cabin . . . distracting her with gentle love strokes while mad desire lurked in them all.
She clenched her jaw, furious in her determination to sever the cock that stabbed so brutally into her mouth, but Bill had the heel of his hand pressed down hard on her chin.
"Gggraaah!" she cried. She could not close her jaw.
Bill bore down harder, his eyes narrow and leering with a dark gleam. "You damn kids think you know it all! Go ahead, you little bitch . . . try to bite my cock, try to grind it off before I stuff it in so far that you choke!"
With intense effort, Amy could barely move her mouth. Her teeth grated lightly on the rough, webbing of blue veins that pulsed hotly on his cock. That made him moan with joy and he forced more of his cock into her mouth.
Instead of gliding smoothly, Bill plunged his prick quick and deep to trigger her gag reflex, to set off retching spasms rising from deep in her gut to climb the length of his cock.
Joe and Frank fucked her in perfect unison; grinding her tender frame between their hairy groins. Both grunted deep, rough sounds of joy. Amy felt twin thrusts of burning pain, but she could not control her heaving throat enough to utter even a choked-off moan. She shook in silent horror.
Bill's loose ball-sac draped Over her nose, almost shutting off her breath. She could feel his balls dragging back and forth on her cheeks, heavy with a hot load of cum. Joe's swaying balls raked the creamy, inner surface of her thighs, thumping hard with their massive charge..
Amy's nostrils flared and she sucked in air with a frantic gasp while Bill bottomed his cock on each thrust. The first racking spasms of her throat gave way to a steady rhythm, of smoother pulses. Her tight throat caught the cadence of his driving cock and began to move with it, gripping wetly.
"Aaaahhh!" Bill said, easing the hand pressure forcing open her jaw. He had no reason to fear her now. He wanted to feel her sack, to nip and grind lightly with her teeth as her passions swelled.
Joe's spiking cock brought a flood of warm oil from the depths of her cunt. It dribbled from the bottom of her slit, around and down to smooth the burning power of Frank's ass-reaming cock.
Sensations of pain ended as abruptly as they began, replaced by jolts of pleasure even more shocking in their violence. No pretense of tenderness guided them now, the three men fucked with all the savage frustration that had been locked inside them for so long.
Amy took it at first because she was their helpless victim. But as tormenting pain melted into burning joy, she became their willing partner. Her body began to answer back, squirming to meet each thrust.
She loved the feel of one fucking cock and often dreamed about fucking two. Her ass would pulse and shiver while someone like Willy filled her twat. Or her twat would ache and drool with envy while her ass enjoyed deep reaming. But never had she even thought of three cocks like she felt now.
"Gruunnngh!" she moaned, unable to give full voice to her rising joy.
It was insane, she knew that. They were trying to hurt her, all three of them, ripping and stabbing and fucking as hard as they could. And perhaps if her mind had been clear, she would have experienced pain but her overloaded nerves became confused, they jumbled signals and sent her into a blinding fit of obscene delight.
Frantic waves in her clinging throat milked Bill's cock. He panted snorts of breath and felt his balls begin to swell with steaming pressure.
"Unnnngh!" Bill cried.
Frank's cock surged in the tight, but wavering grip of her shit hole. Her wild pulses filled his balls with explosive force. He tensed in rapture, waiting for the blast to come.
Joe's thrusting became more frantic as he felt the swell of his massive charge. He gave a deep grunt and stiffened every muscle, ready to be ripped apart by the roaring blast of his cum.
They all screamed at once. Amy's body felt three pulses, and she responded with quivers of her own. Her throat, ass and twat all raged in delighted harmony. Three cocks, three at once, all gushing and spurting their loads of cream!
Amy struggled weakly. She had a dim vision of herself drowning in a pool of cum. It ebbed and flowed around her, a creamy tide rising with each pulse of a throbbing cock. The tension of her own approaching orgasm ended this nightmare rapture. The cum was trapped inside her, thick and wet and sticky smooth.
She gulped its salty-swept taste in her throat, felt it seep warmly into the depths of her twat while more jetted up from below as if her ass had capped a fountainhead.
The dream of sinking in warm cum blurred back into her mind, and this time Amy let herself go. She gurgled a wet moan and sank into delirious joy...
Chapter Eleven
Willie reared back and dragged Rita with him as he fired the last of his gushing load. Drained, he loosened his grip and let her slump to the deck, still dizzy from hanging upside down and weak from the spasms of her searing climax. Rita pitched sideways and would have fallen flat except for the neck chain binding her to the rail.
The chain pulled tight and held her on her side. Slowly, her mind began to clear. She gazed down and finally focused her eyes on the scattering of hair around her, dark gleaming wisps that the lunatic Enos had failed to gather up.
The sight of her her made Rita cringe. She'd thought the vision of clicking shears had only been part of a horrible dream, that she could toss her head and still feel the soft brush of hair spilling smoothly down her back. Now she knew that could not be. It had all been real, and the nightmare had only begun.
"You through with her?" Enos asked as he walked back on deck, his lean body hunched over by a heavy weight.
"For now," Willie said. "I mean to whip her again if my nose don't feel better real soon."
"I get my licks first," Enos insisted. "Before Fm done, she'll beg to have you whip her ass. Look what I found in the front cabin."
Enos laid Frank's scuba gear on the deck, diving. mask, fins and a full tank of air. Frank had thought he might find time to explore the lake bottom. By the crooked grin that twisted Enos' lips, Rita guessed he had something wildly more sinister in mind.
Enos clamped the air hose mouthpiece between his broken teeth and sucked until his cheeks collapsed.
"Dang thing don't work," he growled, spitting it out.
"It's like a tank of welding gas," Willie said. "You have to open the valve."
"Oh, shit!" Enos spun the valve and tried the lung again. "Hot damn, fancy that being able to breath regular under the water."
Willie gave him a curious look. "You plannin' to go for a swim? I thought you wanted our baldheaded bitch."
"I'm gonna enjoy both," Enos told him.
He bent down and slipped the swim fins on to his feet, then straightened up again, adjusting the strap of the glass oval mask to fit snug on his bony face.
"You're crazy," Willie said in surprise.
Enos cackled as he slipped into the harness of the breathing device. "I know," he said with a wry grin. "Now unlock that chain from the rail and help me pitch her over the side."
"No!" Rita cried. She was normally a strong swimmer, but not with her hands locked behind her, her body weighted with heavy chain.
Amos turned and looked down from the bridge when he heard a shrill scream that ended in a resounding splash. "That crazy Enos" he said, shaking his head. "He gets wilder all the time."
Edna cowered before Amos, huddled in a corner under the spoked wheel and other controls.
"What did he do?" Edna asked fearfully, too weak to stand.
"He and Willie threw that bald friend of yours off the boat."
"What bald friend?" Edna croaked.
"The one that used to have the long, dark hair. Enos took the snips to her, an' now it looks like he's tryin' to drown her."
"Oh, God!" Edna remembered Enos talking about his mother. At first she'd thought it was just the idle rambling of a twisted mind. Stricken with fear for Rita, Edna asked: "Do you. . . know about your mother?"
"I knowed she was a whore."
"I mean about how she died?"
"Drowned herself in the creek without no clothes. Musta been drunk. All us kids could wade across where she was found."
"Enos told me your father did it. He found her with another man." Edna tensed, hearing watery cries from below. At least Rita was still alive "and he raped her, holding her head down until she drowned."
"Enos tole you all that?" Amos asked. Deep furrows spread across his brow. "He's been keepin' that in all these years? No wonder his poor head is so fucked up!"
"You've got to help Rita!" Edna pleaded urgently.
"I don't gotta do anything," he answered bluntly. Then he turned toward her and went on with a leering twinkle in his eyes. "Except I do hafta satisfy this big hairy ole dick of mine."
"Rita might drown!" Edna wailed.
"And you might get to wishin' you was goin' with her," Amos said.
Rita had sunk like a rock when she first hit the water. A wild scream had wasted precious breath. Her lungs felt like blazing fire before she could thrash her way back to the star-speckled surface of the lake.
She kicked frantically, like working the pedals of a bike. The loose end of the chain hung down her back, a cold and grim reminder of beautiful hair that used to be. Her body trembled from the numbing cold of the lake water, and from the tension of mounting fear. It was all she could do to keep her head up now. When she tired, when she got too cold or too weak to kick . . . another wild scream echoed far into the night.
Enos stood at the rail, watching her while he gave the diving gear a final check. To Rita, thrashing below, he looked like a gaunt creature from another world, leering with one wide and unblinking eye.
Willie ambled across the deck to the other side where Sue lay. She was straining her neck, struggling to see.
He smiled down at her. "Now your friend don't have no hair, I think you're the prettiest of the three.
"And I think you're a stinking piece of shit!" Sue exclaimed. "You, that scarecrow and the hairy ape don't have a brain or an ounce of human decency between you."
Willie shrugged. "That's mean talk from a little bitch who can hardly move her head."
Amos had left her tied up, face down, very securely bound. Sue went slack and shivered, turning her face away as a sob erupted from deep in her chest. She knew it was wrong to taunt him. It could only make things worse.
Willie knelt down near her shoulders and stroked the soft waves of blonde hair spilled across her back. "Are you like that for real, or does the color come out of a bottle?"
"It's real." Another racking sob left her gasping.
"Real pretty," Willie said in a voice surprisingly soft. "I never fucked a woman with silver hair." He brushed the soft, shining waves again, then suddenly his voice turned cold. "If you want to keep all your hair on your pretty head, don't you do anything dumb when, I loosen these ropes."
"I won't," Sue promised in a voice filled with revulsion. Sue hated herself for thinking the younger brother was so handsome, for secretly wanting to feel the power of his huge cock.
"I'm gonna take you into one of the cabins," he said as he pulled the ropes off her ankles. "They're done up real nice with a big warm bed and pillows as soft as those tits of yours."
Sue flexed her legs as soon as they were free, trembling expectantly when he turned to work on the knots at her wrists. Wild thoughts raced through her mind. Could she kick him in the balls while he was still on his knees, maybe gain enough time to get over the side and swim for shore?
Enos had gone into the water on the far side of the boat. She could hear his excited grunts mixed with Rita's gurgling cries. And Amos was nowhere to be seen, probably busy with Edna somewhere.
Poor Edna...
"There," Willie said as the last knot pulled free. Sue coiled her legs beneath her and sat rubbing the badly chafed wrist of her left arm.
"You gotta real fine set of tits," he said.
Sue balled her right hand into a fist and waited for an opening. It didn't matter that he was trying to act kind. Sue could hear Rita's tortured gasps, and she knew the same or worse was waiting for her.
Willie slipped his big hands beneath her arms and lifted her, rising slowly to his feet.
"That nice warm bed is waiting," he said, blue eyes gleaming softly, feasting on Sue's heaving tits.
"I want your big cock," she said in a breathy moan. It wasn't hard to make it sound real. The hidden animal part of her nature did want his huge prick.
"You'll get it," he said assuringly, stretching to his full height.
Sue wet her lips and stared, then she gasped and stumbled toward him, pretending to be too weak or overcome with joy to stay on her feet. Willie caught her beneath the arms again, bending slightly as her knees went slack.
Her tight little fist blurred toward his swaying ball-sac.
"Goddamn!" Willie groaned.
His enormous half-swollen cock took the main force of the blow. The sight of her huge soft tits had started his cock throbbing again. He staggered backward, surprised, but not seriously hurt.
"Amos was right! It's just no damn good trying to be nice and kind? The Goddamned fool women don't want it that way!"
"I don't want it at all!" Sue screamed.
Willie raged like a bull behind her, snorting and pawing while she scrambled to get over the rail. He snatched up his whip as she threw one shapely leg over the side.
Sue was ready to lunge forward, arms reaching out for black water bright with shimmering reflections. She heard a sharp hiss behind her and turned her head toward the sound.
"Aaaaccck!" she cried, throwing up her hands as the long tongue of the whip coiled around her neck.
Willie reared back and tugged on the whip handle with both hands, jerking the loose coils tight.
Sue lost her balance and teetered on the rail, hands clawing at the coils of black leather now pulled tight enough to strangle her. Willie pulled again and sent her sprawling on the deck. With slack in the whip, he shook it free, then he stood over her..
"I'm sorry," she moaned, fearful of looking at him.
"I ain't," Willie growled. "I ain't at all. I'm startin' to really like it his way
"Bastard! You're the worst of the bunch. At least they don't pretend to be human!" Sue gathered her feet beneath her, wondering if she could run and jump and somehow outrace the whip lying in loose coils at his feet.
"Don't even try," he warned, able to see in her darting eyes what flashed through her mind. "I'll run the crack of your ass clear up to your ears!"
She lunged for the whip instead, hoping to wrench it from his grasp by surprise, scrambling forward on hands and knees. Willie sidestepped and thrust a foot beneath her shoulder, flipping Sue on to her back as easily as turning a pancake on the griddle.
"I'm glad to see you still gotta little spunk," he said. He pointed at the cabin door. "Get in there. We're gonna fuck!"
Sue turned toward the long, metal-walled cabin of the houseboat, but she was slow to move. Willie's arm shot out in a graceful curve and the long whip followed with a sharp crack. Just the tip of it caught her left ass cheek, not hard enough to break the skin. It raised a burning, dime-sized welt and sent Sue skittering forward, stumbling on hands and knees.
"Yyyeeeaaaa!" she howled when the whip struck again, dotting the other cheek of her ass and launching her forward in a second wild scramble.
"Damn," Willie said, "with them round red welts, your ass cheeks look jus' like your big tits. I'm not gonna know which end to suck!"
Sue whirled around with the fire of hate flashing in her eyes. Her lips spread to scream something foul, but the whip streaked faster than her tongue, and the stinging lash snapped in the narrow cleft between her tender tits.
"YYYEEEEK!" Sue yelped, stumbling back against the cabin door.
"Know how I got so dang good with this whip?" he asked.
She only answered with a glare of disgust, cautiously fingering the long red welt in the middle of her chest.
"Used to use it to herd our ole sow pig . . . most contrary animal you ever saw. I had to near skin her alive to make her go down the road to a place where they had a boar for breeding."
"You should have fucked her yourself. You or one of your brothers, you're all pigs!"
Willie's eyes narrowed and the whip hissed again, this time striping, her cunt mound with a stinging red welt that reached into the dense thatch of blonde twat hair between her legs.
"UNNNNNGH!" Sue said with a grunt of horror.
The tip of the whip lashed her sensitive cut and sparked pain like nothing she had ever known.
"Anyway. . . " Willie went on in complete calm, "after that the ole sow got a good taste of the boar's big cock then I hadda whip her every day to keep her home!" His handsome face split with a roar of laughter. "That's how I figure it'll be with you, silver lady. Once you get a good feel of this cock of mine, you're gonna be whinin' and beggin' and reachin' for more!"
"Bastard!" Sue cowered against the door, watching through tear-streaked eyes while he worked his cock with one hand and the handle of the whip with the other. She snarled and glared in disgust... hating him because she knew he was right!
Chapter Twelve
"Bad as my big cock is, you're gonna like, it better than the whip," Amos said in a gruff voice.
He and Edna could hear the sharp snaps echoing from the deck below, followed by Sue's anguished yelps of pain.
"Yes," said Edna weakly. She was on her feet and backing away, circling in the cramped space of the bridge.
"An' you're gonna like it better than drownin' in the lake."
"Y-yes," she murmured again. A wild look of' fear flashed in her eyes. Rita's voice rose as gargled scream.
"Now!" Amos said. He had Edna trapped, cornered by the control panel. "Now you look at me and say I'm the best-lookin' bastard you ever saw."
Amos' wicked, leering grin showed two rows of crooked, broken teeth between thick, stubbled lips.
"You're - you're very-handsome," Edna said as though she might choke.
"Say it like you really mean it!" Amos insisted. He circled her with his arms, powerful limbs thick with coarse, sweat-matted hair.
"You're the sexiest man I ever saw!" The words flooded out, driven by horrible fear.
Amos curled one strong hand around the throttle handle still projecting obscenely from Edna's ass. He twisted it, drove it deeper. "You can do better than that!"
Edna's hands were still bound with the mike cord. They clawed at his, desperate to ease the pain.
"I LOVE YOU!" she screamed. "You're sooo
UNGH! handsome and strong. I want your big cock. OOOOHHH! I want you to fuck me! AAAHHH!"
Amos kept wrenching the handle round, controlling Edna's mouth the way a ventriloquist works his dummy.
"Kiss me!" he roared, parting his lips and flicking his tongue.
"'Y-yes!" she moaned, throwing herself against him, writhing her slim, limber body against his hairy chest. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed and she sealed her lips hungrily to his. Her whole body trembled, fearing what the next awful twist of the handle would do.
"Crruungh!" Amos said with a grunt, gushing foul breath like gas froth a broken sewer main.
Edna thrust her tongue into his mouth and raked it over sharp, scaly teeth, willing now to do anything to ease the twisting pressure in her ass.
Amos grunted approval. His hands groped for her firm, sharply pointed little tits.
"Aaaaahhh!" Edna gasped, breaking the seal of her passionate kiss only long enough to make the sound. His rough thumbs circled her rigid nipples sending twisted waves of pleasure through her body. reached down then with one hand and hooked a big finger into her juicy cunt.
"Uunngh!" she, growled, before clamping her lips on his again, sucking to draw his rough tongue into her mouth..
Edna would not admit to herself that his rough way excited her. But he did. His crude demands touched primitive nerv4 of desire long hidden under her rigid mask of respectability.
"Fuck me!" Edna groaned. "Ooooh, fuck me with your hairy cock. Rape me, I don't care!"
She could feel the oils of wild desire dripping from her cunt, stirred and swirled by his finger.
"I want your COCK!" she screamed.
Amos grinned, bent her over the control panel and sank his huge cock in her tight little slit.
"Uungh!" he groaned, loving the way her tight cunt hole pulsed and heaved, strained by the thickness of his shaft.
"Oooh, shit!" Edna screamed. She was starting to cum. It had never happened to fast. "I want it again and again. Oh, keep fucking... don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
She could hardly stand the soaring feeling of ecstasy, and at the peak of her dizzying swirl, Edna began to wonder if she would ever be satisfied with Bill's gentle, almost timid, lovemaking again
"Now I want to fuck her cunt!" Bill said when the cringing redhead had licked the last drop of thick cum from his dripping cock.
"And I'm ready for some ass!" Joe said, happily giving up his place between Amy's trembling legs.
Frank crawled out from under the bunk and its sagging web of ropes.
"Sorry," he said to Amy with a lewd twinkle in his eye, "but that means you get to suck a cock that might taste like shit!"
They all laughed and took their new positions, joyously whipping their still-wet cocks. Amy moaned, and if it were not for the rough cords binding her to the corners of the bed frame, she would have curled her lush body into a tight ball. Her complete helplessness excited them. Their
three cocks throbbed, their wicked laughs all sounded the same. After an hour, Amy could no longer tell which one was which. It didn't matter. She'd had all their cocks, had them every way she could.
She whimpered, rolling her head. "No more, please.
"I think she's done on this side," Bill said. "Let's turn her over, tie her down again and do her the other way up!"
"Why didn't we think of that?" Frank asked Joe.
They busied themselves rearranging the ropes. Bill stood watching, whipping his still-rigid dick with his hand, keeping it hot for the curvaceous redhead so completely in their control. He laughed. at the look of pleading with her eyes. "You know
...
I don't think our wives are going to like the way we do things when We get back to the boat. Especially Edna she's such a fucking prude!"
"I've been wondering about Rita too," Joe said, "because I am really getting to like having a pretty redhead to fuck!"
Rita felt herself start to weaken. Chilled by the cold, worn by the strain of frantic kicking, she could hardly keep her head above water. Her head bobbed and twisted, shorn of hair. She felt sick about that and she moaned feeble cries.
Enos circled her until he felt her will and her ability to resist were gone. With the big rubber fins on his feet and both hands free, it was easy for him. He'd worried that the cold of the water might shrivel his long thick cock but it seemed to have exactly the opposite effect. His cock felt frozen hard, ready for anything the struggling beauty had to give . . . for as long as she had strength to give it.
He tried the air tank, gripped the mouthpiece and sank beneath the surface to see if he could watch her dark-furred pussy squirm better, he thought, than watching her ridiculous bald head. But at night the water of Crystal Lake was like ink. Enos couldn't see a thing. When he surfaced again, Rita was gone
Sue screamed. "My God! Rita's drowning! I just saw her go down!"
She bolted for the rail, eyes glued to the faint trail of silver bubbles rising to the surface.
"Enos likes a woman who goes down on him," Willie said with a chuckle of unconcern. "Get back here, you bitch!"
Sue ignored his demand. "I've got to save Rita I've got to find her!"
Willie's long arm flashed in a vicious arc. The long braided whip slashed through the air with a sinister hiss, coiling around Sue's driving legs, tangling her feet together and dropping her roughly on the deck a full a full yard before she reached the rail. "Enos will find her," he said. "You and me are going to fuck!"
"He wasn't looking when she went down . . . he won't know where she is!" Sue whined in Mangle of black leather.
"He ain't fucked. her yet," Willie said, "an when ole Enos is hot, he can sniff a cunt a hundred yards away . . . even! if it's hidin' somewhere on the bottom of the lake."
Impatient now, his huge cock hammering from the sight of Sue's lush body squirming at his feet, Willie yanked her up by the hair and dragged her through the cabin door.
Rita sank without sound, dragged down by the weight of the heavy chain binding her wrists. Her feet gave feeble kicks, only enough to slow her descent. A horrible thought flashed through her oxygen-starved brain. I'm going to die! Her lungs burned, her lips trembled, fearful of when they would have to part, desperate for air . . . only to gulp down the chilly water of the lake.
She settled lightly off the bottom, on her back because of the dragging chain behind her. The muddy bottom of the lake felt soft and sleek, like the warm fur cover of the bed she shared with Joe or like the smooth satin lining of a coffin.
Enos began a frantic search, gulping air from the silver tank strapped to his back. He heard a sharp, metallic rasp each time he took a breath, heard the creak and strain of the anchor rope and a thousand other mysterious clicks and rattles from far away. He felt weightless beneath the surface free from
the constant pull of gravity. He'd entered a mysterious black void that was as strange to him.
He kicked along the bottom, sweeping his long arms in a wide arc. Near the boat anchored above his head, a faint light filtered down, a pale yellow glow hardly bright enough to see.
In the misty gloom he saw her, lying on her back with a thin stream of shining bubbles rising from the twisted corner of her mouth. His cock leaped, blazing hot inside despite the chill of black water all around. He wasn't too late. . . he saw her eyelids flutter!
It's the Angel of Death, Rita thought when she caught a flickering glimpse of the dark shape hovering above her. Then she wanted to laugh out loud. No, she said in her tortured mind, angels don't fly with their cocks hanging out!
Enos had seen on TV how two divers can share the same tank of air by passing the mouthpiece back and forth. When the last silver bubble left Rita's lips, he thrust the mouthpiece into her gaping mouth.
Rita gasped in chilling fear, certain that icy water would flood her lungs. But she got air! Beautiful, clean, sweet-smelling air. Her chest swelled and her spirits soared. At the same instant she felt the refreshing flood of air, Enos stabbed into her cunt.
His long hard cock felt like an icy dagger. It chilled the writhing beauty to the depths of her soul. But in her tangled thoughts, the wonderful sensation of breathing again became twisted with the cruel stab of his cock. Both thrilled her and triggered insane pulses of relief. She coiled her legs tightly around his narrow waist and squeezed, her cunt drawing him in, welcoming his cock as desperately as she had needed air.
Enos felt her grip of wild joy. Never had a woman seized him so passionately before, never had one clung with such raging desire, milking his long dick with demanding wave-like strokes of her sleek cunt.
The heat of her cunt seemed more intense because his body had chilled and begun to shiver. She boiled around him with clinging fuck-strokes of gratitude. He nearly went out of his mind from the searing jolts of pleasure her twat produced. He didn't even remember where he was, and he opened his mouth to gasp an excited breath. The icy water reminded him. He grabbed the mouthpiece back and gulped air in nervous relief.
Rita felt strangely blissful, weightless and free. Enos was above her, thrusting violently with his bony hips, driving and twisting with his long cock. But she could hardly feel the weight of his body, only the deep-reaching warmth of his fabulous life-giving prick. That's how it seemed to her, that he was fucking her full of the oxygen she craved.
She fucked back wildly to express her thanks. Slowed by the press of water all around, her most frantic motions became sensuous waves . . . like a beautiful slow-motion scene in a movie. As her need for air grew stronger, so did the demanding grasp of her cunt. She pulled and pleaded with her cunt and sent Enos into a blind swirl of rapture.
Rita had to grab the mouthpiece from him to get another breath. The fury of her excited fucking greatly increased her need for air, and the more she hungered for breath, the more wild her furious screwing became.
Enos let out a howl of delight, surprised when he heard only the gush of bubbles. Rita jammed the rubber mouthpiece between his lips, pulling and sucking with her tight, wet cunt at the same time. He gulped air and his eyes glazed behind the fogged lens of the diving mask. He was going to cum
Rita knew. Her own passions had reached a fevered pitch. She thrashed beneath him. A body she'd thought too weak to move only minutes before suddenly burned with excited strength. They ground and twisted themselves together, spirits soaring, bodies free in a strange world of weightless bliss.
When the shocking joy of their climax had passed, they both drifted back. Rita sucked in a breath of relief and felt her mind begin to clear. She wondered how long the two of them could make one tank of air last.
Chapter Thirteen
Sue could only think that Rita had drowned in the time it took Willie to drag her the length of the hall, forward to the largest and most luxurious of the three bedrooms. He lifted her, one hand coiled roughly in her blonde hair, the other cupped beneath her ass. The spike of his middle finger slid in her cunt as Willie jerked her off her feet, hurling her down on the bed.
"Uungh!" She fell on her back and her breath gushed out. That brought poor Rita to her mind. She must be drifting somewhere on the mucky lake bottom.
Sue shivered with grief, too horrified to move.
She looked harmless enough lying there on her back with her legs spread, but Willie had learned by now not to take chances. The pain of his nose throbbed as sharply as the heated excitement of his huge cock. He'd brought the ropes Amos had used to tie her on the deck. He'd also brought the long coiled whip.
Sue felt the slippery sheen of a satin bedspread beneath her, saw the brutal throb of a massive cock above. All thought of Rita blurred from her mind. It was the longest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever seen. Willie's cock had a huge red bulging head and it seemed to be leering hungrily through the slit of its single eye.
Willie moved swiftly, knotting her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.
"There now!" he said, towering above her. He was narrow at the waist with hard muscles flaring to shoulders almost wide enough to fill a door.
Sue cowered, eyes drifting again to his magnificent cock. She lay helpless before him, her cunt spread wide, and she could hardly wait
She hated herself for the animal craving she felt for his cock. A more civilized part of her mind shrank back in disgust. Willie was a beast, savage and cruel. His face was handsome, but he wore a wet lipped scowl like a rabid dog.
You're as much an animal as he is! her conscience roared. Your cunt is wet with lust and seething with desire. You can't take your eyes off his fucking cock. You want him to rani it in, you can hardly wait!
"No!" Sue screamed aloud.
"You're not ready," he said, misunderstanding the wild look in her eyes and the angry tremor of her voice. "Well, I'm gonna whip some fire into your lifeless cunt!"
He reared back and heaved with the braided lash, but it hit the low ceiling over head and crashed into the wall behind her. Sue gasped a shrill cry of relief,
"Ain't got room to use the whole length of it," he said, coiling it back in his hand. "Here . , . you hold this end!"
He reached out and worried the black-knotted handle of the whip into her yawning cunt slit.
"Oooh, GOD!" she wailed, watching horror stricken as he drove the thick whip handle deeper into her twat. A line of stitches along one side grated the tender inner walls of her cunt; rough like, the bulging veins of an overheated cock. The thick round knob at the and ground and twisted, spreading a circle of fiery pain as it sank in.
Rings of sleek muscle ached from the strain, parting smoothly to let the thick ball pass, then closing behind it, conforming themselves perfectly to the heavy shaft. Sue felt little pain after the initial shock, but a chilled feeling of rage and disgust lingered on. Sue gazed at the whip handle protruding obscenely from her twat and she thought she might throw up. A look of sickness spread across her pretty face, clouding her eyes and tensing her lips in a snarl.
"You hold on tight," he told her.
As if she had a choice
His hand slid up the long, tapering braid to about the middle. There he gripped it hard and swung the thin end of the whip down on her with a vicious swipe.
"Yyyeeeek!" Cold black leather burned her tit and stung the side of her neck.
She writhed and twisted from the pain as a flaming red welt swelled where the whip had struck. When it lashed and when he curled it back for another blurring stroke, Sue felt the handle lurch and twist deep in her cunt.
"Uuunnngh!" she groaned. "YYYYEEEE!"
He hit her on the other side, tracking her other fit with a crimson slash. This time he struck harder. The snapping tip of the whip bit into her skin at the side of her neck and raised a gleaming red drop of blood.
Sue wrenched her shoulders, trying to bring down her arms to cover her tits and face, but the heavy ropes chafed and dug into her wrists. She squirmed in torment, unable to move, unable to do anything except add to the smarting pain.
A piercing scream shot from her lips each time she felt the biting tip of the lash. She jerked in torment, tugging at the ropes, and then she fell back moaning, speared by the ugly black handle of the whip. Each hissing swing of the whip made it pulse inside her pussy like a living thing. It stirred her creamy oils and burned her seething cunt.
"Gggruungh" she said, working her cunt muscles to squeeze it out. She could not. If anything, the heavy-knobbed handle worked deeper in. She clamped her eyes tightly shut and screamed with all her remaining strength.
Her torment jolted . some dark place in Willie's mind. He delighted in her pain and suffering, watching her squirm and fight uselessly against the ropes that made her his slave.
Sue's lush body soon blazed with a waffle pattern of searing welts. Then she rolled her head in a swirl of silver-blonde hair, lips quaking in silent agony. She could not find breath to scream. Pain sank deep inside, filled her lungs with choking torment. Finally the handle of the whip slid out. She heard a soft wet pop, like the smack of lips and felt warm spasms in her cunt as muscles clenched cm the sudden void,
She rasped in half a breath of air and then felt it hiss away. Willie threw his weight on her and rammed in his cock Where the whip handle had been.
Startled pulses clawed at the head of his thick cock. His prick was twice as large as the knob of the whip. But softer. Her wild cunt spasms mauled and twisted it, bringing warm tears of delight to his eyes.
Willie liked what a vicious whipping could do- make even an unwilling cunt writhe with desire. Sue's pink twat-lips moved as though begging for relief, pleading for anything but another lash of the whip.
It amazed him how the motions of pain and the motions of love were so much alike. Even the sounds were the same, sharp cries and strangled gasps for air. He could not tell seething passion from bitter hate . . . and lie didn't care.
Sue felt the same confusion. She would have rather died than give him pleasure. Her body had been numbed by the brutal lashing. Tortured nerves simply refused to transmit more signals of pain. They twisted and shriveled until she felt nothing at all. But then when he threw himself down on top of her, she felt warmth, and her body began to respond in spite of her raging anger and screaming disgust.
"I hate your fucking cock!" she cried. "I'd rather have the damn handle of the whip! It was more human than you!"
But a different message came from her cunt, rapid pulses like radio code. Soft waves ran up and down the length of his invading shaft. Buttery smooth surges heated her musky oils and lathered the shaft of his cock.
Willie uttered a grunt of violent joy. "Your mouth says one thing, but your cunt says another. When I'm through fucking your cunt, your mouth will have changed its mind. Then I'll fuck it and when you're too weak to say anything at all, then I'm going to fuck your pretty ass!"
"Uuunngh!" Sue's teeth clenched in rage. Her wet cunt contorted itself the same way, but on the shaft of Willie's cock, it felt like an embrace of seething desire.
"You love it," he insisted. "I can feel it."
"If my twat had teeth, I'd bite it off," she moaned.
"And my cock would go right on fuckin' you all on its own!" He enjoyed tormenting her, loved the way it made her squirm.
Sue's mountainous tits pressed warm against his chest. Willie could feel her rigid nipples burn. He bent down suddenly and sucked one into his mouth with such force that Sue yelped in shock.
His tongue danced around her tit, sliding up and down the creamy dome. Where the whip had struck, she felt sharp echoes of burning pain from smooth skin - still soft and white she felt tingling waves of pleasure. She wanted to moan one moment and scream the next. Her whole body had become a crazy quilt of hate and desire. Pain and pleasure had become so thoroughly mixed in her tangled mind that Sue could no longer tell them apart.
She found herself moaning with joy in response to searing pain. She wailed shrill screams and begged him to stop when her body pitched and pleaded for more. Sue shuddered, thinking that she must be going insane.
"Uuuggghhh!" she said with a grunt of disgust, but she arched as much as the biting ropes would allow and forced more of her tit mound into his mouth. Even with his jaw spread wide, Willie could not swallow it all.
He gripped her other nipple with his hand and twirled it in a tight spiral while he screwed his hips and twisted into her cunt the other way. Sue felt wrung by conflicting forces, the frantic push-pull of hammering lust.
She muttered words of hate, but she breathed them warmly in his ear. She felt the vile taste of disgust rising in her throat, but gasped a frantic, "Fuck me!"
Raw passion had triumphed over an unwilling mind. The violence of her loathing became the intensity of desire. Sue could not help herself. She couldn't hold back any longer. The grinding shaft of his huge cock had become an auger of sheer delight. It twisted her mind the same way it twisted the soft, wet lining of her cunt. She gave one last feeble cry of revulsion and then began to wail.
"Fuck me. Fuck meee. FUCK MMMMEEEE!"
Edna slumped to the floor with a deep moan of satisfaction when the sleek, constricting waves of her cunt had wrung the last drop of thick jism from Amos' big cock. She lay still, subdued by the depth of her own pleasure.
She heard Sue's shrill cries rising from the room beneath the bridge. Angry shouts came first, then yelps of pain, and finally the demanding wail of joy. FUCK ME!" Sue was with Willie, she knew, the best-looking and most powerfully built of them all. Edna could hardly wait for her turn with him.
By arching her back and straining against the wire that bound her wrists, Edna found she could reach one finger between her legs, into the dark lips of her cunt slit. Just barely in. She felt the slippery flow of hot jism still wet on her cuntlips and she worked her fingers in a spiral, exciting herself once again.
"Looks like ole Enos musta used up all his air," Amos said after a glance down from the rail of the bridge. "He and that bald friend of yours are climbing back on deck.@
"Uuunngh," Edna groaned, tugging to reach her clit. Her wrists dragged over and caught on the throttle handle stuck out of her ass, wrenching it down and twisting the knob deep inside. She was shivering with thoughts of Willie's big cock and what he might do.
"Damn!" Amos said, "I ain't never fucked a bald bitch before."
Edna could see that he was ready to fuck someone. His hairy cock had started to rise again. Amos had been watching her twist and squirm on the floor, winding her finger into her cunt. But Edna wanted Willie now. She'd heard how tense and screaming strong Sue's cries were when she climaxed in the cabin below, and Edna's cunt ached to feel the same explosive force.
Amos gazed down again, eyes feasting on Rita's lush curves. She was sopping wet and shivering with delight, wrapping herself in a warm towel on the deck below.
"Sure would like to fuck her sweet cunt if her damn head didn't look like a billiard ball!"
AI brought a wig that Rita could wear!" Edna said with a flash of inspiration. "It's real hair ... long and fiery red."
"Oh, yeah?" A flicker of interest flashed in his eyes.
"I know most men like a woman with lots of hair," Edna said. "But I've always worn mine cut short."
"Not near as short as hers!" Amos laughed. "Where you got this long red wig at?"
"In the middle cabin," Edna said with an anxious moan. The simultaneous stirring of finger and throttle handle had her almost ready to climb the wall.
"I guess I'll give'em both a try. . .her and all her stuck-on hair." But he hesitated. He could see how hot Edna had gotten herself. He watched her joyous writhing and then decided it would be more of a challenge to warm the wet cunt that just crawled out of the lake. Besides that, he was anxious to try a redhead. After getting Amy McCoy all hot and then leaving her to Willie, Amos felt he'd been missing something, and he wasn't about to miss out on anything again.
Chapter Fourteen
"Amos tole me you was real hot," Willie said as he climbed the ladder to the bridge.
"Yes," Edna replied.' She stood waiting at the top, looking down expectantly. She bowed her shoulders back to reach deeper into her dripping cunt slit. Her small, sharply pointed tits stood out, inviting Willie's lips.
"Your friend with the silver hair took a lot out of me," he said when he stood before her. A satisfied smile curved his lips. His cock drooped between his legs, soft but still bright with the wet sheen of cum.
"I'll make you hard again," Edna said. She turned so she could reach his beautiful prick with hands bound tightly behind her back.
"What's that?" he asked. He'd seen the chrome handle sticking from her ass like an obscene tail.
"That's the throttle, in case you want to make me go," Edna said in a warm voice.
"It's right where I aim to go," Willie said, and he yanked it out.
"Huuunnngh!" Edna gave a grunt of pain and felt herself yanked backward when the metal head popped from her asshole with a loud smack. She moaned, her shit hole still squirming from the memory of cold metal.
Edna twisted her wrists as far as the tightly coiled wire would allow. She felt the black rubber insulation burn and scrape against her slender wrists, but she got one hand around the soft warmth of his swelling cock.
"I could do more if you untied my hands," she said in a pleading voice. Her fingers teased up and down his long prick, marveling at the size of it already.
"And pigs could fly if they had wings," Willie said.
He thrust forward, ramming his big cock into her grasp. The huge knobbed head of his cock pressed into the slender crack of Edna's ass, touching soft flesh still cold from the chill of shiny chrome.
"Uuunnngh!" she said, stumbling forward, driven by the force of his thrust, gripping his cock desperately for support. Then she settled back and worked his thick cock flesh up and down on the puckered lips of her shit hole.
Oh, Edna thought with a shiver of delight, if only Bill could see me now. He wouldn't believe his eyes.
"Fuck me," she moaned in revelry. "Ram your big prick in my shitter!'
For a brief moment Edna wondered where her husband and his friends were, and what could be taking them so long. And she wondered which of them would be the first to learn what a different woman she'd become.
Willie pulled back out of her grasp, his huge cock fully hard and throbbing with pulses of lust.
"I do want to fuck your skinny butt," he said. "But I'm gonna whip it first!"
Edna whirled and saw the whip, a thick black coil of braided leather.
"Ooooh, no," she gasped. She couldn't believe it. She was even looking forward to that.
Enos came into the front cabin cold and dripping wet. Sue gasped when she saw him and weakly shook her head. Willie had drained her emotions and turned her cunt into a gushing well of hot jism. She felt its oozing warmth every time she tried to move. It filled her mind with joyous recollections.
"Ole Willie whipped the shit outta you," Enos said as casually as if commenting on the chance of rain.
Sue nodded, her teeth clenched. Her whole body ached and blazed with pain from the lash of the whip. Her tangled emotions were mixed memories of extreme pleasure and outrageous pain.
'1 near froze my ass in the lake," Enos said. Cold shivers racked his lanky frame. "And figure a hot little fox like you is just what I need to warm up." He laughed and gave the helpless woman a wicked grin. "A sexy little silver fox at that!"
Enos straddled her, bending low to press his thin cold chest down hard on the soft warmth of her whip-scarred tits. He squirmed on her, mauling her big tits with his icy hands, mindless of the pain it might cause.
"Hhheeee?" Sue cried, stunned by sudden waves of cold. His cock pressed into the damp hollow of her cunt and that chilled her even more. Long, thin and icy hard, his prick felt like an icicle sliding into her twat. "Hhhhhoooo" she gasped.
After the first shock of chilling cold, Sue found her body pulling against the ropes to press against him. The cold flowed over her in soothing waves. Sue gave a shiver of startled bliss.
"Fuck me... stab my juicy cunt with your frozen cock!"
"Hhhaaargh!" Enos thrust with his hips and coiled his bony hands in her hair to hold her head. The waves of silver-blonde strands felt soft and warm. "I like a woman with a lot of hair," he said with a grunt. Then he smiled, and he wondered where he'd left the shears Rita turned before the mirror in the second cabin, admiring the soft flow of blazing red hair that spilled down her back.
"I can't imagine Edna wearing anything like this," she said to Amos who was lounging on the bed, sprawled wide and hairy as an old bear rug.
"It sure looks good on you!"
"Yes, it does. I've always wondered what it would be like to have fiery red hair. Redheads are supposed to be sexy as hell," Rita said. Then she turned to Amos, fingering her cunt and spreading a lewd grin across her face. "And so are hairy men!"
Amos gave a roar of joy and gathered her in his arms, pinning her beneath him on the bed, smiling as he watched her head toss in a soft tangle of swirling red. Her lips trembled anxiously, her eyes fluttered and her lush body writhed to fuse itself to his.
His thickly matted hair kept Amos from feeling the chill. Rita still shivere4 from her near drowning in the lake, and quaked even more violently from the insane pleasure that followed.
She dug her hands between their grinding 1oins reaching to grasp his thick, hairy cock, surprised and pleased when she found it aching hard and blazing hot. Amos grunted another animal sound of wild delight and fucked into her cunt with his cock.
"Uuuuunnnngh!" Rita groaned. She felt some satisfaction already. She'd gotten Amos so hot that he had forgotten to tie her up.
Crushed beneath his grinding weight, Rita could not have fought him if she wanted to. She surrendered meekly to his animal cock, wondering in a distant corner of her mind if her husband Joe would like her as a redhead. He'd always said he wanted to fuck a woman with blazing hair.
Amy McCoy stirred when the first red light of dawn flashed through the window of her cabin on Stillwater Cove.
"The sun is coming up," she whispered to Joe who was resting beside her.
Bill and Frank had both crashed in soft chairs on the far side of the room, weary from a long night of nonstop fucking. Bill was asleep, snoring, and dreaming of Sue, Frank's sexy silver-blonde wife and her fantastic tits. He grunted and worked his mouth in his restless sleep.
Joe turned toward the rising sun and felt its warm rays bring life back into his cock. "I'm coming up too, he said to Amy, speaking softly so as not to awaken his two friends.
"I know you'll have to be leaving soon," Amy said, "but you could cum once more before you go."
"Yeah, I sure could." He reached down and untied the ropes binding her ankles to the bed frame. "I want you to wrap your legs around me and grind your little red cunt on the root of my cock!"
"We gotta go!" Amos said roughly. He'd found his clothes and gone to get Willie off the bridge.
Edna's lithe body squirmed beneath him, sleek white skin webbed with burning red welts. She'd slumped to her knees, bowed forward, rolling her head on the deck, wailing cries of delighted agony. Willie was behind her, fucking dog-style, his long cock ripping in and out of her tiny shithole.
"Ungh-ungh!" Willie said, "I'm not through. I haven't had enough of lips sweet ass."
"You'd better hurry, boy. I seen their husbands from the bridge, pickin' their way barefoot along the bank. No sense in a fight when we're all so tired."
"Yeeeeaaaah!" Willie agreed. He rammed into Edna from behind, pushing her flat on the deck as he jerked and thrust and shot her ass full of hot jism.
"AAAAAGGGHHH!" she moaned, grinding her teeth in the ecstasy of searing pain.
"Should I cut her loose?" Willie asked. "Leave her. Her husband might like her that way."
Edna's lips curled with a lusty grin, thinking, if Bill doesn't, Joe certainly will! Amos left to get Enos.
"Come on!" Amos said in a commanding voice.
"Shiiiit!" Enos replied.
He was still panting from a twisting, tit-sucking climax with the lovely silver blonde. He sat astride her heaving chest, the points of his bony knees wedged in the pits of her arms, his ass squirming on a comfortable cushion of soft tit.
"I just found the fucking scissors," Enos complained. "I want to cut off her hair for a souvenir!"
"Just one little snip," Amos agreed, "then we gotta go!"
"Only one?" Enos pouted like a spoiled child. He whirled, ranting angry words under his breath, and sat with his ass on Sue's quaking mouth. "If I only get one, I'm gonna clip it from her cunt!"
"AAAAYYYY!" she screamed when she heard the sharp click of the gleaming shears.
Enos leaned down and nuzzled his thin face between her legs, thrusting with his tongue, flicking her juicy cut up and down.
"Uuuuunnngh!" Sue cried. "You're making me want to fuck again!"
"Jus' leavin' you hot for your old man," Enos said as he backed out the door, eyes gazing down at a thick handful of shining silver curls.
Sue twisted, tugging at the ropes. But it wasn't her husband Frank she was thinking about. It was Bill, sweet, gentle Bill.
Frank swam out to the anchored houseboat as the long dugout canoe rowed away. He recognized the snarl of its powerful engine and he saw the three men waving goodbye.
"Those are the bastards that sank our rubber boat!" he said as he splashed out on the front deck.
"They sank a lot more than that," Rita said. She ran a finger into her twat slit and gave a joyous squirm while her other hand brushed through flowing hair of fiery red "Like me as a redhead?"
Frank's eyes ran up arid down her lush curves. "Rita, baby... I'd love you if you didn't have any hair at all!"
"Good!" She laughed, and Frank didn't yet know why. She kept twirling her eager cunt and brushed her free hand over Frank's stocky chest, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Is there a place at the lake We could get another tank of air?"
"Why?'' he asked.
"Well . . . " Rita's finger danced excitedly around the nub of her clit until sweet juices dripped warmly down her leg. I thought while my.. husband Joe is fucking Edna, you might want to dive for sunken treasure!"
An hour later Frank maneuvered the houseboat close to shore to pick up Bill and Joe who were waiting impatiently on the bank.
When Bill first saw his wife Edna, he was stunned by the criss-cross pattern of fresh red welts on her lithe body. But he was even more surprised by the lusty twinkle flashing in her eyes.
"I could really use a good hot fuck!" she said in a low and seductive voice. But she walked right by her husband Bill, who was still shaking his head in disbelief, and extended her anxious hands to Joe.
"Er, where's Sue?" Bill asked as they started inside.
"She's in the first cabin," Edna said over her shoulder. "She wanted to meet you on deck, but she got tied up.
Bill pushed by them and got through the door, wetting his lips as he thought of Sue and her huge soft tits. Joe cupped Edna's firm, shapely tits and said with a smile, "I think the rest of this weekend is going to be a lot more exciting then anyone thought."
Edna drew his hands down to her slender, heaving cunt mound. "I think the rest of our lives will be more exciting than anyone thought!" End
