Just as there are many tributary streams, which make up the life-style of Middle America, there are several life-styles within the so-called Counter Culture of youth.
One of these splinter groups of young people is composed of organized gangs of motorcyclists. There is a great deal of deadly rivalry among the various gangs, resulting in shoot-out rumbles that have left several dead, during the last few months... but internecine hatreds are nothing compared to the attitudes of these young people toward the establishment.
A few years ago, a gang of motorcyclists invaded a small California town, terrorizing its people and practically tearing the place apart. Complacently, people will, quite naturally, say to themselves, It can't happen again!
...But, it does! No! No other towns have been terrorized, but vacationers, in their trailers, camped in isolated spots have been attacked by roving gangs. Based upon an actual incident, Hemingway tells us the chilling story of what happened, when the leader of one such gang decided to invade the privacy of some trailering vacationers.
This novel, Kidnapped Couple, is presented by us, secure in the knowledge that it is an important and timely work. It is a moving story that reveals the attitudes and characters of a warped and misguided segment of our society. It is a narration about American young people, who are outcast, estranged, banding together in strongly led gangs to range, at will, over the highways and byways of the United States on their powerful motorcycles. They all wear the typical uniform: Black leather jackets, leather pants, steel-shod boots, long hair and beards. Each gang is led by one man... and just below the surface of the organization is the lurking violence.
It is true and must be kept in mind that these people are only a small minority of the youth counter-culture... but their lawless attitudes make them a real menace... a challenge to society, a society of which they no longer feel a part. They have dropped out, completely, adopting a life-style of their own with its own set of rules, mores and customs; for example, they always move in gangs, everything is shared, including the women. Women are subservient to their men, who demand absolute obedience of them... in all things. It is a Leader cult, and it is the leader who makes decisions for all the members of his gang.
Mr. Hemingway has told us the story of what happens when just such a leader, Mickey Blackum, meets Vivian Williams, a member of the establishment. When two such different life-styles meet and are in conflict, it is the making of high drama.
Then, there is Lois Brewster and her husband, Stan, who find themselves deeply embroiled in a swinging experimentation with Vivian and her husband Harry Williams... but it is Vivian who is the catalyst... the one who draws the ire of Mickey Blackum down on all of them, as the ruthless gang leader wreaks a terrible vengeance.
Every society has had its share of outcasts and dissidents, but with the increasingly violent confrontations of youth with establishment authority, it is, clearly, time to reassess... to reevaluate, as well as to find out what it is that has turned some segments of American youth to violence as a way of expressing disagreement. The small, microcosmic and highly personal collision of life-styles between Mickey Blackum and his gang and the middle-class, establishment-types, represented by Lois and Stan Brewster and Vivian and Harry Williams, could only be an example of the impending, macrocosmic confrontation, on a national... perhaps even a world-wide scale.
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Chapter 1
Stan Brewster studied the rear-view mirror of the pickup camper he was driving. There was a cluster of four motorcycles following him up the long grade. A couple of times, the lead motorcyclist had tried to pass him, but the twisting, narrow road, the stream of approaching traffic and Stan's reluctance to pull into one of the turnouts, had prevented them from passing his laboring truck. He listened, critically, to the engine and swore under his breath. There were a couple of fouled spark plugs, which caused the motor to run roughly, reducing its power and his speed. Then, he saw that behind the motorcycles there was a building tail of other vehicles, including another camper and a couple of cars pulling light vacation trailers. He'd have to pull over pretty soon to allow them to pass, but there were no turnouts along this stretch of the road.
This was the third day of his vacation. He'd been looking forward to it for months, but so far there had been nothing but trouble. On their first day away from home a radiator hose had broken, which delayed them for two hours for repairs; as a result they had been forced to stay overnight in a commercial trailer camp. Yesterday, he'd replaced the water pump ... and now, today, it was fouled spark plugs.
A frown spread across his handsomely rugged face, and his deep, brown eyes glowered at the images in the rear-view mirror then studied the road ahead for space to pull over. The heavily loaded truck ground slowly up the steep grade in second gear, the punished engine whining its protest.
Angrily, Stan stomped down hard on the already fully opened accelerator and growled, "Come on ... let's go ... God damn it!"
Sitting beside her husband, Lois Brewster studied his profile through wide, clear blue eyes. She knew he was angry. The first two days of their vacation hadn't been very pleasant. The extra expense and the delays for repairs had made him increasingly exasperated. Her knowledge of machines was limited, but even to her unpracticed ear, the sounds of the laboring engine told her there was something wrong.
"What seems to be wrong with the motor, Stan?" she asked, finally, breaking a long, silence.
"Couple of dirty spark plugs!" He didn't turn his head to answer her question.
She, also, could see the long string of motorcycles, cars and campers behind them. Since their camper was the first in the line, it was their vehicle that was holding back the traffic.
"Shouldn't we pull over ... and let those other people pass us ...?"
Stan snapped back, "Sure! Hell yes ... I should ... but there are no turn-outs!"
"You passed a couple of them ... back there ..."
"You want to drive this rig?" he shot back.
"No ... but ..."
"Then ... shut up ... and get the hell off my back!"
For perhaps the thousandth time, it seemed to Lois, she turned silently away, her deep blue eyes brimming with glistening tears. Their vacation, too, was turning sour ... just as everything about their marriage seemed to be falling apart. She had promised herself that these two weeks away from the cares of day-to-day living and home-making chores would be happy ones; days that would heal some of the wounds, solve some of their differences ... and draw them closer together ... perhaps, even, regenerate their feelings of tenderness for each other ... and rejuvenate the sexual side of their lives. She sighed with self-pity and a nostalgic longing for things as they had been ... when they were first married; of course, even then there had been some problems, but she and Stan had been younger then. They had been full of hope and optimism, but now ... She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and looked out at the mountain landscape, the forested slopes seeming to offer a serenity she didn't feel.
The sudden roar of a motor close beside the camper caused her to turn her head, quickly, to look with startled eyes at the lead motorcyclist, who was then drawn abreast of the cab. She saw a black beard, long black hair whipping in the wind, a pair of dark eyes flashing, angrily, and an open mouth that roared, obscenely, the words partially snatched away by the wind.
"... of-a-bitch! Get ... fucking ... off the road!"
With a roar, the motorcycle swept by them. A second figure, smaller and definitely feminine, clung behind the driver. She, too, was shouting, although it was difficult to understand what she was saying.
A straight stretch of road lay ahead of them for about seventy-five yards, devoid of approaching cars, which was the reason the group of four motorcyclists chose to pass, right then. As the leader swept by, he shook a threatening fist, then flipped his middle finger up in the age-old signal of derision. Then, Lois' sensibilities were injured. The auburn-haired, pixie-faced girl, on the back of the motorcycle, looked back at them and made the self-same sign.
Then, in quick succession, the other three motorcyclists thundered by the slow-moving camper, each hooting a string of obscenities and following the example of the leader, flipped the lewd hand-sign at Stan and Lois.
Stan's temper boiled over, instantly, and he was shouting back, "Well ... fuck you, too ... you bastards!"
"Please ... Stan ... do you have to be like them ...?" Lois chided. She didn't like to hear him use those words. It always seemed so unnecessary.
"God damn it!" he flared back at her. "I'll say what I like ... and right now I'm good and mad! Plug your ears up ... if you don't want to hear it!"
The fourth and last cyclist had just passed him, when a low-slung sports car came snarling around a curve toward them. Lois was sure there would be a collision, but the motorcycle rider ducked to his side of the road, at the last instant, with only inches to spare.
"Why ... you stupid bastard!" Stan roared, visibly shaken by the close call ... the possibility of being involved in the smash-up, had the sports car and the motorcycle crashed together.
Just around the next curve, a highway sign warned of a turnout ahead, and Stan heaved a sigh of relief, as he studied the rear-view mirror, again, to see that there were ten or more cars strung out behind his camper. He pulled off the road into the cleared space, trying to ignore the grim faces of the drivers who swept by on the road. Some of the people were outright angry. He could see their mouths move, cursing him, insultingly ... But, Christ! He rationalized. I can't help it if the damned engine's acting up ...!
He consulted a California Highway map. "There's a little town up ahead ... maybe fifteen miles or so ..." he observed. "I can get a set of new spark plugs there ... then it's only about sixty miles to that State Park ..."
Lois wasn't really listening. She agreed, absently, "That's good ..." then added, "maybe ... we can get to bed earlier, tonight ... and ..."
"Yeah and get a good night's sleep, for a change so we can get on the road earlier..."
"I wasn't thinking ... just about sleep ..." Lois murmured.
"Oh, you mean something else, like sex ...? Well it's according to how tired I am. Okay?"
"I guess it'll have to be ... all right ..." she sighed with resignation, hoping against hope that he wouldn't be too tired, too busy ... too drunk ... or too something. It seemed, lately, that was the story of their married sex-life. She decided to change the subject.
"Did you notice what that girl ... on the back of the motorcycle did?"
"No ... what did she do?" Stan responded, looking back down the road to see that the traffic had cleared. He put the truck in gear and eased out onto the narrow highway.
"She made that awful sign ... with her hand, too!"
"Oh, that! Just consider the source! They're just a bunch of worthless motorcycle bums! They probably belong to one of those clubs or gangs!"
"She seemed to be the only girl ... and there were four men ..."
"I wouldn't know!" He dismissed the subject. "Who can tell the difference ... with their long hair?"
"The difference ... is the shape ..."
Stan was listening to the truck's motor. It was running even more roughly, as it labored up the long grade.
"I hope we can make it to that little town, now!" he grunted. "We've got to get this damned thing running better!"
* * *
Settling down into his sleeping bag, luxuriously, and scratching his long, lean and muscular flanks, Mickey Blackum was thoughtful. He was thinking about that luscious blonde he had first spotted in the service station, yesterday. She was waiting around there while something was being fixed on their camper ... of course, she was straight, and her husband was a typical eight-to-five establishment type, full of apple pie, mother and patriotism crap. Christ I can spot those mothahs a mile away!
... But, that woman of his ...! Man ... the way she was flipping her ass around in those tight hot pants ... and those tits that wouldn't stop! She was something else! Damn, I'd like to get into a mama like that ... for some plain and fancy fucking!
Down between his legs, his scrotum tightened up and began to lift his balls, crawlingly, up tight to his crotch; at the same time, the shaft of his cock was flooded with hot blood. It began to throb to full erection, and his hand went down to grasp the growing massiveness of it. He conceded to himself that the little blonde bitch wasn't available to him, so he'd just have to make do with what was handy ... and what was always there, of course, was Terry. She was there ... any time he wanted a piece of ass ... And, she'd better be here!
* * *
One unbreakable rule was that his mama, Terry McCauley, had to be around ... whenever he wanted her ... for whatever reason! ... And, Mickey wanted her, now!
He threw back the top portion of the unzipped, double sleeping bag and called, softly, "Terry!"
There was no answer. The black-bearded leader waited a beat or to, before he called, again, louder, "Teeerrrry!"
On the heavily wooded slope above the camp, Terry heard Mickey's voice calling her, the second time. She froze. She had to obey him ... no matter what! Christ! Not right now ... though!
She was crouched over Peeper Martin's loins, his long, thin cock held in her hands, her lips just beginning to descend on it to engulf his cock's head in her hungry mouth.
Hastily, she began to scramble to her feet, dropping the fully erect prick lancing up through the fly of his heavy, leather motorcycle pants.
"That's Mickey!" she gasped. "I've got to split!"
Martin sat up, reached out and grabbed one of her wrists.
"Let him wait! You're mine ... right now!" he hissed.
"No Peeper! Christ no! I've got to go!" Her voice was desperate. "You know that!"
"Stop calling me Peeper ... for Christ's sake! My name's Tom! Me and him ... are going to have a go about that one of these days!"
"Let me go!" Terry begged. "I don't want him to get pissed-off at me ... over nothing!"
"Nothing!?" Tom Martin roared. "You're splitting ... leaving me all uptight ... with a big hard-on ... ready to do some fucking ... you call that nothing?"
" ... But ... I've got to go! I don't want Mickey ... carving on me ... the way he did Maureen!" She wrenched herself free of his grasp, a dry sob escaping her contorted mouth. As she started down the slope toward the camp, Terry flung back over her shoulder, "You can jerk it off ... or find out, for sure, whether Wunder Boy will blow you!"
Then, she heard Mickey call for the third time. His voice was loud, angry, "Terry! Get your fucking ass over here ... right now!"
Terror-stricken, she called out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" God! He had to call me three times!
She ran ... hard, barely able to see in the darkness, stumbling once or twice and cursing her rotten luck. The fright in her was real. Mickey demanded absolute obedience of his mamas, and any breaches of his iron discipline were dealt with, instantly ... harshly.
Arriving out of breath at his sleeping bag, where Mickey sat glowering, angrily, Terry flung herself down on her knees before him, her tiny pixie-face distraught, frightened blue eyes already pleading for a mercy she knew he wouldn't dispense. She brushed disheveled strands of lustrous auburn hair away from her face and trembled, "Here I ... am ... Mickey ...!"
"Where the hell you been?"
"Up there ... on the hill ... but I-I ... didn't hear you!" she defended, hoping he would soften ... perhaps allow her this one trespass against his rigid rules.
"Who was up there with you?"
"Peeper ..." she admitted, truthfully, knowing that she could not tell Mickey any more than that. God! I-I can't tell him Peeper wouldn't let me go! She didn't want to be the cause of an open rift between the two men; there was already enough animosity between them.
"Peeper? Christ!" The black-bearded leader was silent for a moment. Peeper Martin needed to learn a few things. There wasn't any doubt about it, but he'd have to take care of Martin, tomorrow. Right now, his mama would get her little lesson in obedience before he fucked her.
"All right ... get those God damned rags off! I want you bare-assed naked!"
Mickey watched her, avidly, his eyes burning with lewd desire and a grim satisfaction, as she hastened to obey him.
Sitting back on the sleeping bag, she pulled off her heavy boots and thick socks, then standing up, she unbuckled the wide belt, opened the fly of her boys' jeans and stripped them down over the soft, white columns of her tapering thighs and the long, svelte curve of her calves. Next, she removed her heavy, leather jacket, and with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her man's shirt, tossing it aside with her other articles of clothing. She wore nothing under it. Her breasts soared free in the wash of the cool evening air, standing out in luscious, globular mounds, slightly upthrust and glowing in alabaster whiteness, each of them crowned with the cameo-pink of nipples already spiking out into cones of erectile arousal. They were young, tender breasts, firm and high on her chest, the valley between them deep and clearly defined. Then, without hesitation, she slipped her panties down over the curving swell of her hips and buttocks to stand completely nude before him.
His massive, long and thick cock throbbed with anticipation, as he watched. Damn! She was the most luscious mama he'd ever had! He almost hated to have to discipline her ... But, hell ... you let a mama get away with one little thing ... and there's no end to the crap they'll try to pull on you!
"Now ... give me your belt!" he ordered.
"P-Please ... Mickey ..." she pleaded, her lower lip trembling, wide, blue eyes glistening with tears, "I-I really didn't hear ... y-you ..."
He wouldn't be swayed. "I said give me your God damned belt ... or do you want me to use mine?"
"Oh, no! God no!" Hastily, she stopped to pick up her discarded jeans and unthreaded the wide, leather belt from the loops, a vivid impression in her mind of what his studded belt would do to her flesh ... if he were to use it! Abjectly, she handed the plain, leather strap to him.
Down on your belly, Bitch ... and take your medicine!" Mickey commanded. "And ... not one squeal ... dig?"
"P-Please ... don't ... mark me ...?" Terry knew there was no escaping her punishment.
She had known from the beginning that he intended to carry it out. It's not fair! It wasn't my fault ... but I'll have to take it!
"You disobeyed me!" Mickey grunted. "That's why you're getting it!" He doubled the belt and held it in one hand, while with the other, he snatched at her wrist and pulled her down onto the sleeping bag, then kneeling up, the black-bearded leader looked down at his target. As she lay there, Terry, undulated her hips, provocatively, the moons of her buttocks working, erotically ... invitingly. It was a final ploy she used, almost unconsciously, in an attempt to dissuade him, but at the same time, she pushed her face down hard into the material of the sleeping bag, expecting, momentarily, the slashing pain of the leather strap across her soft backside.
Mickey's big cock jerked, and his hand went down to stroke the hardened, throbbing shaft, as a thrill of sadistic pleasure keened through him. Damn! He was going to enjoy this! Somehow, it made the fucking ... afterward, more enjoyable ... more intense. His lips peeled back in a lewd grin, his white teeth gleaming through the blackness of his beard. Suddenly, he raised his arm and brought the leather belt down hard and true in a solid, slashing blow across those lovely, white buttocks.
CRACK!
Terry bit back her scream of pain. Her whole behind hurt. Oh, God! It burned like fire!
CRACK! His arm rose and fell for the second time, and Terry groaned aloud. She took a large mouthful of the material of the sleeping bag into her mouth. Never ... never, would she cry out. It was part of the code she had to live by ... as long as she rode with Mickey and his motorcycle gang. The almost unbearable pain seemed to spread out ... down her twitching legs, up her back ... and into her churning belly. God! Let me take it! I deserve it! Maybe ... it's n-not f-fair but I did disobey ... now, I've got to take my punishment ...
For the third time, the belt in Mickey's hand slashed across her exposed buttocks. A muffled groan gurgled in her throat, and she knew that she would have screamed, full-throatedly, but for the cloth of the sleeping bag she had stuffed in her mouth. The searing pain was almost more than she could stand ... but, now, unexplainably, there was something else. It was the warm glow of sexual arousal that began to pervade her loins. She was getting hot wanting it ... wanting Mickey to fuck her and she didn't understand it.
... Then, it was over. Her punishment was finished. Mickey tossed the belt onto the disordered pile of her clothing. "That's enough!" he grated, reaching out to her and placing his hands on the smooth skin of her tiny waist.
Caressingly, his hands trailed downward over the rounded curves of her hips to the soft, resilient flesh of the lithe orbs of her just chastised buttocks. He could feel the cringing flesh, hot under his hands where the belt had struck ... and there were the tiny ridges of raised welts. He grinned his lewdly sadistic satisfaction, as he went on, stroking and massaging the fully rounded protuberances of her bottom, and he was elated to feel her shiver, electrifyingly, her hips gyrating against the soft caresses he was now bestowing on her. Christ! It's going to flip me out ... to fuck her, now!
"Well ... Mama ... that ought to be a lesson to you!" He stretched out on his back beside her.
Terry moaned something unintelligible, rolled to her side and crept into his arms, her firm, supple breasts flattening against the lean, hard muscles of his chest, and as she nuzzled into the hollow of his neck, she could smell the musky man-odor of his seldom-bathed body. Her hand went down between them, immediately, to grasp with urgent meaning his long, thick and hardened cock. Gently, she pulled the heavy foreskin back, and her fingers lightly caressed his cock's head. It throbbed and jerked, vibrantly, in her hand.
Terry heard his grunt of pleasure, as her hand barely encircled the hot, pulsing shaft of his prick, her own passion already spiraling, the heated blood pounding in her loins, and she felt the moistness between her legs that told of her readiness ... her ecstatic desire.
Pressing her belly in tight to him, she parted her thighs, allowing her voracious pussy to ride, undulantly, up and down the hardness of his thigh muscle. Her lips, moist and slightly parted were offered up to him to be kissed.
His mouth, hot and wet crushed her own, and she felt his tongue burst into her oral vault to be sucked. Hungrily, she ovaled her lips to take it deep into her throat ... while his hard, rough hands smoothed down over her back to the still painful flesh of her protruding buttocks to haul her up, tightly, to him. Her soft, resilient flesh didn't hurt as much now, but she could feel his hands so clearly ... as though every square inch of her behind contained a million super-charged nerves. Meanwhile, her tiny hand was busy on the hard shaft of his cock, as she worked her hand up and down the massively solid length of it. His wiry beard and mustache tingled against her face, adding an extra erotic touch to her sexual arousal.
Mickey mumbled around her lips, "You're really hot for my cock, tonight ... eh, Mama?"
"Oh, God ... yes! I can't wait for you to ... shove it in ... and start fucking me!" she gasped, giving his prick a harder squeeze, as she milked at it, her upper leg going up over him to pull herself up even tighter to him. Now, she could feel the moisture that exuded from the head of his cock, the slippery, natural lubricant wetting the palm of her hand, and she rubbed it all around the bulbous head.
He was all she wanted, in this world. Oh, yes ... it was true! Mickey was hard and tough ... and he demanded strict obedience to his every whim; on the other hand, he protected her ... took care of her. It was just like being married to him, except she could ball anyone else she pleased ... just as long as she was there, when he wanted her. There were other aspects of their relationship she didn't like ... such as his giving her to others to use ... or inviting three or four at a time to fuck her every way there was in the book-and some that hadn't been written up, yet ... but she was learning. He had never mentioned the word 'love.' She was sure he never would say it. Such an emotion was beyond him. Did Terry love the bearded gang leader? Perhaps ... in her own way, she loved him, because she needed him and depended upon him. Would she ever leave him? Yes! That depended upon when he became tired of her ... then she'd be replaced, completely ... or she'd share him with another mama. If he shed himself of her ... what then? She'd just have to find another rider. It was as simple as that! She didn't want to think about it. Right now, she was Mickey Blackum's mama ... and that was all that mattered!
Pulling her face back and away from him and breaking the deeply passionate kiss, she hissed, hoarsely, "Oh, God Mickey ... I'm so ready ... for you! Let's fuck ... right now!"
She released his cock and rolled to her back to plant her widespread feet, solidly, her knees flexed and thighs splayed open, obscenely, as her hips ground in tiny circles under her, inviting his plundering entrance into her seething cunt.
"Well ... I'm in the mood for a little cunt-lapping first!" he grunted. "You'll really pop, then!"
With exasperating slowness, she watched him, as he rose to his knees and came between her spread legs, dropping his head down within bare inches above her warm, pulsing vaginal furrow. His long hair hung down to sweep across her naked loins, teasingly, and the tip of his bushy beard feathered down through the moist, pink flesh of her sensate cunt. She shuddered with the delicious sensations being generated in her loins.
Excitedly, she begged him, then, "Oh, Mickey ... Mickey ... I don't care ... whether you fuck it ... or suck it ... but p-please ... do something!"
Mickey had never seen her this worked up, before ... of course, he'd never fucked her this soon after administering a beating, either. He decided she must have liked it ... that there was a masochistic streak in her, and he'd sure as hell remember it ... in the future ... Damn ... that could lead to some real turned-on fucking!
He continued to smile with salacious satisfaction, as his eyes surveyed the feast she was offering him on the darkly auburn-haired platter of her sensate loins, the coral pink of her partially hidden slit sending shivers of anticipation keening along his spine. He noted where the delicious, narrow defile began at the bottom of her smooth, flat belly to slice downward, erotically, through the down fringe of pubic hair to the full-rounded, alabaster orbs of her buttocks. She lifted her hips up, rotating them sensuously, expectantly, just inches from his bearded lips, and he heard an involuntary moan of frustrated anguish escape her lips.
"Oh! OOooh ... God! Mickey! Don't do this ... to me! Don't make me wait ...!"
With sadistically slow determination, he laid the palms of his hard hands high up on the soft, flesh of the insides of her quivering thighs, bracketing the narrow, pink slit, so that his thumbs could spread apart the velvety, yielding lips of her fleecily hair-lined cunt. Ever so slowly and with tantalizing purpose, he pulled open the slightly ragged coraline flanges of her pussy, until its bedewed, blood-flushed portal lay exposed completely to his lustful eyes. Greedily, he ogled the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting him, causing his cock to jerk, wildly, between his crouching legs.
He was entranced. He gaped down at the widespread opening that glistened dully in the dim light with viscous droplets of carnal desire. It seemed he could actually see it twitch and squirm, the intricate delicacies of her secret flesh begging his attentions.
Dropping his head down the last few inches, then, he plunged the full length of his long, agile tongue deep into the quivering, warm depths of her wildly clasping cunt. The truth was ... he couldn't wait any longer, himself.
Terry had been beside herself, as she waited for what seemed interminably long moments. She was just going to begin begging him, abjectly, when she was rewarded with the exquisite sensation of his tongue thrusting deep into the heated moistness of her needful cuntal opening.
"OOOooohhh! Yeeeesssssss! Oh, that's it! Suck me! Lick me ... good! Oh, it feels ... so goooooddd!" she exulted, as she ground her loins up into his heavily bearded face with undulant eroticism, the need in her was urgent.
Then, Mickey felt her tiny hands clutching at his long, black hair, her fingers entwining large hands of it to haul his face, forcefully, into the splayed-but, moistly pink furrow of her sensate cunt. She moaned and gasped almost incessantly, and he sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth, above, as he speared his hot tongue deep up into the warm, satiny depths of her dilating vagina.
Uncontrollably, Terry ground her hips down into the material of the sleeping bag, writhing and squirming with the ecstasy of her passion, little, unintelligible, animal-like mewlings come from between her clenched teeth, incessantly, then she would lift her loins up to him, pushing his face hard into the silky down of her pussy; at the same time, her fingers entangled in his hair pulled him in even tighter, as the sensitive, pulsating walls of her vagina seemed to open and close in a moist, sucking motion around the tantalizing thrustings of his tongue.
Exulting inwardly, the black-bearded leader grinned his satisfaction. His latest, tender, young mama was completely in his power. She was wild with desire ... and getting wilder with each passing moment. He withdrew his agile, probing tongue and licked upward through the snug slit, pressuring through and parting the silky, auburn down, its tip flicking moistly in circles around the erectly distended shaft of her clitoris, then his mouth engulfed all, his lips sucking and drawing the warm, soft folds of flesh into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue maintaining its maddening licking of the sensitive, pulsing bud of her womanhood.
"OOOooohhh ... MY GOD!" she wailed, shudderingly, as the arcing sensations grounded on the sensate head of her clitoris.
He raised his eyes to gaze, sadistically, at her beautifully contorted face. Her head still flailed back and forth, in tempo with his plundering tongue, as her fingers clutched tighter into his hair to direct his voraciously sucking mouth.
Looking up at her face through the valley of her breasts, his hands, suddenly, itched to caress and fondle, and they moved up over the white flatness of her belly to the full, rounded firmness of her quivering, young breasts, his hard palms cupping, harshly, their velvet-skinned softness. His fingers rolled the spiky hardness of her nipples, furiously, treating them cruelly, knowing that she preferred it that way. He chuckled to himself, as he heard her mewling moan of pleasure-pain. His newfound knowledge of her sexual arousal through pain gave him an extra sense of power over her. Hell! I can do anything I want to with her ... and she'll love every minute of it!
Suddenly, Terry felt him lifting her legs, and she knew a momentary disappointment, when his rough hands left her tingling breasts. With determined purpose, he folded her knees back until they pressed hard against her passion-swollen tits. His hands pushed on the backs of her knees, raising her wide-spread, flowered-open, naked cunt to expose her completely to his wild, probing tongue and hungrily sucking mouth ... and it was then she felt the hot, moist contact of his tongue with her tight, puckered anal orifice, laving and probing, experimentally, at the sensitive, crinkled opening. It sent maddeningly tantalizing sensations of pure ecstasy surging through her trembling, lust-filled body. She moaned for pure joy, the anguished whine of rapture coming from deep in her chest. She had never experienced such irresistibly erotic pleasure. She had never known it could be so good. Briefly, her mind dwelt on and marveled at how it had begun for her ... this time, the pain of the slashing belt across her backside turning her on to sex as she had never known it could exist ... but she couldn't understand it ... couldn't fathom how it had happened. She dismissed trying to understand, concentrating instead on the rapture of it.
Again, his tongue shot into the sensitive opening of her cunt, and she cried out, pleadingly, "Mickey ...! Oh, Mickey ... use your big cock ... now! Fuck me ... in my cunt ... with your hard cock ...! Please ... Oh, please ...! I've got to have your cock ... inside me ... fucking me! Tear me apart with it! OOOOoooooohhhhh!"
Mickey Blackum chortled his pleasure with her abject pleading to be fucked. That's the way he wanted it. He liked his mamas completely subjugated to his will.
"Okay!" he smiled, lewdly, up at her. "You're really turned on ... aren't you?
"Oh, God ... I could climb the walls ... if there were some to climb!"
"I guess you're hot enough to fuck ... then!" he decided, crawling up over her to wedge his slim, muscular hips into the forked angle of her thighs.
Eagerly, she reached down between them, taking his huge, throbbing cock into her tiny hand to pull the heavy foreskin back, smoothly, and guiding the blood-filled cock's head directly between her palpitating cunt-lips, below.
Not waiting, not caring, he went into her with a headlong rush, just as soon as he felt the tip of his cock touch the velvet-soft flesh of her cuntal opening. The head of his prick, swollen with trapped blood, entered the open, moistly ready channel of her pussy, expanding and pressing aside the vaginal walls with a smooth, sliding action, the thick shaft being absorbed, in its entirety, in her cuntal sheath, as he thrust deeply up into her with a goring, animal-like lunge.
"OOOOoooohhhh ... Darling!" she moaned as the massive length and breadth of his mighty prick was buried in the resilient softness of her femaleness ... to the very core of her vibrant being.
Mickey's body stiffened. "Cut out the darling crap ... right now!" he barked. "This's just plain fucking ... for the hell of it ... understand!?
She had known what his response would be, but in the rapture of the moment, she had forgotten, the fervent endearment just slipping out, unbidden. "Yes ... I understand ... M-Mickey ...!" she murmured, contritely.
The gang leader relaxed ... and she knew it would be all right, as she felt the pulsing, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the shaft of his cock against the sheathing walls of her cunt.
The moist heat of her captured and enveloped him, the exquisite folds of her vaginal sheath clamping around the hardness of his prick, the inner muscles of her pussy, caressing and milking at it, tantalizingly, at the same time as he throbbed it, expandingly, deep inside her belly. The sensations were an ecstatic torture to him as he held himself motionless, above her ... and his whole being was there, inside her, in the dynamically vibrant power of his cock.
... Then, he began to fuck into Terry's clasping cunt with short, quick thrusts, upward into her soft belly, as he held himself aloft on lean, muscular arms, his hips cradled snugly between her legs to ram his ponderous cock home, deep into her softly pulsing vagina.
"Give me all of it!" she gasped. "Deeper! Longer ... and faster! "I've got to have more cock ... in me!"
"All right, mama ... you asked for it!" Mickey grunted, as his huge, blood-inflated prick began to gore deeper and longer into her, its massive girth pulling the soft flanges of her cuntal furrow out with it on each outstroke to reveal the moist, pink lining of her pussy; then, on each plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back up inside of her, again.
Terry could feel all of his length and breadth as his giant cock rampaged in her searingly inflamed cuntal passage, every plundering stroke generating more desire. She couldn't get enough of him, and incessantly she urged him on with groans of pleasure, chanting in tempo with the undulant thrashings of their bodies, her pelvis moving, now, in wild, abandoned opposition to him, as she fucked back with feral sensuality. "Fuck me! Fuck me ... fuckmefuckme! Fuck me ... hard!" she chanted. It was a hedonistic litany of fuck!
Then, she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of her impending orgasm. She was there, hanging on the brink of eruptive rapture, as his big cock pounded into her, but she couldn't cum ... yet. Finally, she realized that she needed to be in a different position. She had to have the hardness of his plundering prick going into her deeper and harder, with punishing force.
Straining up against him, she splayed her thighs wide and pulled her knees up to her chest. Instantly, Mickey knew what she wanted and stopping only momentarily, he shifted his arms to behind her knees; then, he came back down on her to press her knees back hard to her chest, mashing the tender, swelling mounds of her breasts flat.
Now, she was pinned to the sleeping bag like an entomological specimen, her loins raised and vulnerable, the whole of her genitals completely available to him for his deepest plundering thrusts. With renewed energy, he rammed his great cock all the way home in her cunt, and his sperm-laden balls smacked, heavily, into the exposed crevice between the fullnesses of her soft, round buttocks.
Terry moved in opposition to him, accepting and absorbing all of his hardened length into her cuntal passage and reveling in the ecstatic pleasure-pain it brought her, as his cock nudged past her cervix, with each bottoming stroke to crash into the farthest back wall of her vaginal vault.
"That's it! That's the way ... I want it! All the way!" she urged, glad that she could take all of his cock into her needfully seething cunt. She mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with the intensity of her passion, the sounds emitting from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure or pain, as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her, almost like a well-oiled machine.
Mickey knew she was going to pop any time, now; as she neared her climax, she continued to mouth obscenities, spurring him on to ever greater effort, her body writhing, uncontrollably, under him, and his own passion rose, spiralingly, toward the summit, where it would end in a final thrusting, jabbing, spewing ejaculation. He was aware that his cock had become even harder and stiffer, expanding to full, lust-engorged erection. The painful need to cum was there, searing him, at the root of his prick. Damn! I've got to pop ... pretty soon!
Beneath him, Terry was wild, delirious, her passion completely uncontrolled, as with upturned buttocks, she lay there and took his thundering cock deep into her lust-quivering belly. Nearer and nearer she came to that exquisite moment when delicious, ecstatic orgasm would consume her.
"Oh, Mickey! Fuck hard! Fill my cunt with cock! Fuck it! Fuck it ... fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit ... Oh, Fuck!" she chanted in wild abandon, forcing him to increase his speed, demanding and wanting her release ... and she began the giddy spiral, up and up, until suddenly, she stepped out into empty space like an astronaut. Then she was spinning free in timeless space for eons of time ... or was it only fractions of seconds?
... And, as her release surged through her with electric arcings, her body convulsing with the ecstatic rapture of her orgasm, her throat opened up in a scream of primeval triumph.
Even as Terry screamed with the pleasure of her climax, Mickey was goaded on to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer, harder and deeper, frantically, and his cock, hard as Toledo steel, pistoned the cylinder of her cunt like a run-away steam engine ... until finally, he felt the hot, viscous semen jet, searingly, through the length of his cock, to spew from the slitted tip deep up into the moist warmth of her cuntal sheath. Spasms of pure pleasure coursed through him in mind-boggling, body-satisfying waves of sensuality. Then as his prick continued to pump the last dregs of his load of sperm from him, he collapsed on top of her with a huge, satiated groan.
"Christ! It was out of sight ... mama! I'm still cumming!"
Terry could only mewl an unintelligible pleasure-sound, as she struggled with her breathing.
After a few minutes, Mickey rolled himself from on top of her. He was satiated, tired ... and sleepy. Terry snuggled in close to him and listened to the sound of his breathing that came deeper and more regular as he drifted off to sleep.
A few moments later, Peeper Martin was there, kneeling down beside her and whispering in her ear, "Come on ... Terry Baby ... get your ass out of there, now! You and me have got some unfinished business!"
"Not right now ... Peeper ..." she whispered back. "I'm all tired out ..."
"I said ... now!" Martin grated, twisting his hand in her hair and lifting her head up.
Her scalp hurt, and she could do nothing but rise with him, until she was on her knees and finally she was standing before him, naked and helpless.
"You're h-hurting me ... she complained.
"That's nothing to what you'll get ... if you don't split with me ... right now!"
"Okay ... I'll go!" she agreed. "Let me go!"
Peeper Martin released her hair, took her by the arm and led her a few paces into the darkness.
Then, he released her arm, sat down on a sleeping bag and began to undress. On the instant, he had released her other hands were on her body, pulling her down to the slick material of the sleeping bag.
"Buck? Buck Sloan ...?" she questioned.
"Yeah Baby ... none other!"
"... A-And Wunder Boy ..."
"Who else ...?" the other voice rasped out at her.
They pulled her down to them. Both men were naked, and she was between them, their warm bodies pressed up tight to hers ... and she could feel the hot bulk of their cocks against either thigh.
"You're the guest of honor at our little party!" Peeper Martin chortled, crawling on top of her.
Chapter 2
After spending an hour or more in locating a service station that had a proper set of spark plugs for the truck-camper, followed by yet more wasted time, waiting for the attendant to install them, in between pumping gas and servicing other cars, the afternoon waned, which made Stan and Lois quite late getting to the State Park.
Stan had become irritable and grumpy because of the delays, and as they had continued on to the park, he was more snappish with her. He ate the meal she had prepared for him, in silence, then he decided that the radio had not been working right. As Lois tidied up the camper, washing the dishes and cooking utensils, he had taken the radio out of the truck's dash to fix it.
Now, he was fully absorbed in it, tracing out the circuits and testing various parts. Lois knew that it was one way he had of excluding her. He would be too busy ... again ...
She hadn't really figured out, yet, what had gone wrong with their marriage. Stan was only thirty years old. He was strong ... virile and potent. Sure! He worked hard at a responsible job as shop foreman But, lately, he had been full of excuses ... Lois was pretty sure that there wasn't another woman although the idea had crossed her mind. God ... it'd just kill me ... if I ever found out that Stan was s-sleeping with another woman ... making l-love to her ...
Then, she'd tried to look at herself, objectively. She was only twenty-two, and she knew she was attractive. Always she did everything she could to enhance her loveliness ... so she couldn't be driving him away from her on that score.
They argued. Most of their disputes centered around money ... and sex. Wryly, she thought about it; the parody was almost comedic. Five years ago, when they were first married, there was too little money ... and too much sex ... as far as she was concerned. Now, with Stan's promotion to foreman, the financial problems were no longer acute ... but sex ...? Well, it seemed almost as though Stan had lost interest, gradually ... until they reached their present state.
That's why she was wearing her tight hot pants. She had bought a couple of pairs, especially for this vacation trip, hoping that showing off her figure to Stan would regenerate some of his former interest. Nothing had happened ... yet ... at least not with Stan. He had only made some snide remark about not showing her ass like that in public ... and to put on something decent.
Yesterday, she remembered she had gotten attention because of her hot pants ... but from the wrong man. Ugh! That motorcycle rider ... the same one that passed us on the road ... and said those awful things to Stan ... and made that nasty sign with his hand ... He's the same one that was looking at me ... and almost undressing me with his eyes! I could almost tell ... what he was thinking ...! She flushed, slightly, and glanced over at her husband, nervously. He was totally absorbed in his tinkering with the radio, not paying any attention to her at all.
Finishing up her housekeeping chores, Lois decided she needed some fresh air and an invigorating walk. She put on a light sweater, picked up her purse and told her husband, "I'm going out for a walk ... Honey. Would you like to go with me?"
"Huh ..." Stan looked up at her, reluctantly, "No ... you go ahead ... I want to finish up on this ..."
She left the camper, knowing that it would be useless to try getting him interested in her ... again, tonight ... The last time had been the middle of last week! Damn it! She was instantly sorry she bad thought it ... but that was really what she felt. If I were some kind of an old hag ... I could understand it! I want to be a loving ... giving wife ... but just because I won't let Stan do some of those ... awful, far-out things to me he gets all upset ... and won't do anything! ... At least, that's what it seems like ...
Thoughtfully, she walked along the blacktopped Park road. No one stirred in the semi-darkness. Tents, campers and trailers were curtained or in darkness, and she began to wonder whether or not she might have made a mistake in venturing out.
Suddenly, she stopped dead. A man's voice roared out of the darkness, somewhere over to her right. "TERRY! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HER ... RIGHT NOW!"
From the slope above, the frightened voice of a girl called back, "I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
The words were shocking. She had no intention of listening to such vulgar people, so she took a few more hesitant steps in the direction she was headed, torn by indecision. Perhaps, she should go back to the camper ... but I've only been out here a few minutes. As she walked on, the voices were too low for her to hear, but then the commanding voice of the man came clearly to her again, "ALL RIGHT ... GET THOSE GOD DAMNED RAGS OFF! I WANT YOU BARE-ASSED NAKED!"
Now, she knew she didn't want to listen. It must be a man and his wife, she decided ... And, he wants to ... make love to her! Something like that was too intimate ... too personal. I'd die ... if I knew somebody were watching ... or listening to Stan ... and me ...!
Lois stopped, turned around and headed back toward their own campsite. The unseen man's voice cracked out, "NOW ... give me your belt!
"I SAID GIVE ME YOUR GOD DAMNED BELT ... OR DO YOU WANT ME TO USE MINE?"
Stopping dead in her tracks, Lois realized that something was going to happen. It sounded like the man was threatening the girl with a beating. Confirmation of her impression came in the next moment.
"OH, NO! GOD NO!" There was fear in the girl's voice.
"DOWN ON YOUR BELLY, BITCH AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE! ... AND NOT ONE SQUEAL ... DIG?"
An involuntary gasp escaped Lois' lips. Oh, God! He is going to beat her ... with a belt!
Horrified, she listened, against her will, as the girl pleaded, "P-PLEASE ... DON'T ... MARK ME ...?"
"YOU DISOBEYED ME! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GETTING IT!"
Then, clearly, in the still, night air, Lois heard the unmistakable crack of leather on bare flesh. She found herself re-coiling with each of the three blows. My God! ...! What can I do?
She thought of running back to tell Stan ... try to get him to report it ... but there was only a moan from the girl. It must have hurt her ... terribly! She didn't leave; instead, she crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her, and she wondered: What kind of a man ... would beat a woman I-like that ... and what about the woman who would take it ... without crying ...?
The man rasped, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" There was silence for a few moments, during which Lois tried desperately to tear herself away and go back to the camper, but now, she had crept close enough to see the outlines of motorcycles. Oh! No wonder ... It's those awful people ... from that motorcycle gang! There was a terrible feeling of slashing, unreasonable fear that gripped her belly. Dear God! What if he hears me ... e-eavesdropping on them ...? She didn't want to be involved, but the fear of being heard ... the possibility of getting caught held her immobile.
"WELL ... MAMA ... THAT OUGHT TO BE A LESSON TO YOU!" The man's voice had a tone of self-satisfaction in it.
Lois knew that she couldn't sneak away without being heard ... at least while the couple were silent, so she waited in self-conscious discomfort for them to start talking, again. Her eyes strained in the darkness, until she was barely able to make out the forms of the man and woman. They were on the ground, lying on a sleeping bag. Then, she saw another figure, bulky in leather jacket, sitting on the table, feet on the attached bench, and whoever it was ... was watching the couple on the ground ... too! From the bulk, the manner of lounging at ease, Lois decided it must be a man. If she moved, now, made any noise ... that unknown watcher would see her, from his vantage point on top of the table. God! Now, she was trapped. She couldn't leave ... without being seen or heard!
The man's voice came to her, softer this time,
"YOU'RE REALLY HOT FOR MY COCK, TONIGHT ... EH, MAMA?"
"OH, GOD ... YES! I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO ... SHOVE IT IN ... AND START FUCKING ME!"
Lois listened, unwillingly, to the girl, as she mouthed the obscenity, biting back a gasp that came, involuntarily, to her lips. They're going t-to make love ... now ...! But... why would she want to do it ... with him ... after he beat her ... like that ...? She couldn't fathom it. Understanding of it was beyond her. She didn't want to stay there and listen ... B-But ... if I leave now ... I might get caught ... and ... She didn't want that. She was sure of it!
After a few moments silence, she heard the unseen, unknown girl say, "OH, GOD ... MICKEY ... I'M SO READY ... FOR YOU! LET'S FUCK ... RIGHT NOW!" So ... his name is Mickey? I wonder if he's the leader ... the one with the big, black beard ...? She felt the hot flush crawl up her neck to her cheeks, as she remembered: The same one that was practically raping me with his eyes!
"WELL ... I'M IN THE MOOD FOR A LITTLE CUNT-LAPPING ... FIRST! YOU'LL REALLY POP, THEN!"
The girl spoke, again, after a moment. Her voice was excited ... sexy. "OH, MICKEY ... MICKEY ... I DON'T CARE... WHETHER YOU FUCK IT ... OR SUCK IT ... BUT P-PLEASE ... DO SOMETHING!"
Lois saw them move, and she shrank into the shadow of a bush, beside the road, unconsciously, creeping closer, even as her sensibilities were assaulted by the language she had to listen to, as she stood there in the darkness.
"OH! OOOOH ... GOD! MICKEY! DON'T DO THIS ... TO ME! DON'T MAKE ME WAIT ...!" It was the frantic voice of the girl.
Actually, she couldn't see what they were doing, very clearly, but the girl's next words drew a graphic picture for Lois. There was no mistaking what they were doing!
"OOOOOOOHHH! YEEEEEESSSSSSS! OH, THAT'S IT! SUCK ME! LICK ME ... GOOD! OH, IT FEELS ... SO GOOOOODDD!" The girl's voice was vibrant ... exultant with passion. Oh, God ... he's really doing it to her ... u-using his mouth ... on her ... h-her g-genitals ...!
Against her will, Lois imagined herself there ... on the sleeping bag, her thighs spread, obscenely, while that man's tongue licked at her most secret being ... and she was suddenly aware of an all-pervading warmth in her loins ... and a moistness between her legs that she knew and recognized as sexual arousal. She couldn't believe that it was happening to her. How could ... listening to this vulgar filth ... m-make me feel this way? Ugh it's nasty ... and vile! How could she like it ... so much ...?
... Then, in the stillness of the dark night, Lois heard obscene sucking sounds. She was sickened ... at the same time as the smoldering fire in her own pussy began to burst into an open, naked flame.
"OOOOOOHHH ... MY GOD!" the girl's voice trembled.
Lois trembled with her, as intense, erotic sensations scorched her belly. Oh, no! It can't be! I can't let myself get all worked up ... over something like this! She had to leave, now ... before it was too late!
The man sitting on the concrete table top shifted his position, and his head turned in her direction. Oh, God ... don't let him see me ... here! She tried to make herself invisible, shrinking further into the shadows. The head swiveled back to watch, again, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
Now, the girl, on her back, on the sleeping bag was pleading with the man she called Mickey, "MICKEY ...! OH, MICKEY ... USE YOUP BIG COCK ... NOW! FUCK ME ... IN MY CUNT WITH YOUR HARD COCK ...! PLEASE OH, PLEASE ...! I'VE GOT TO HAVE YOUR COCK ... INSIDE ME ... FUCKING ME! TEAR ME APART WITH IT! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"
"OKAY! YOU'RE REALLY TURNED ON ... AREN'T YOU?"
"OH, GOD ... I COULD CLIMB THE WALLS ... IF THERE WERE SOME TO CLIMB!" the girl declared.
"I GUESS YOU'RE HOT ENOUGH TO FUCK ... THEN!"
Again, straining her eyes in the darkness, Lois, who had been an unwilling witness, before, became absorbed in the couple's sexual congress. Never would she have admitted-even to herself-that she was engaging in voyeurism ... but she had to see, now! She saw the dim outline of the man's buttocks, as they were raised, then lowered, swiftly, to drive his hardened cock into the girl's vagina. She had to bite back a gasp of her own, as she heard the girl's moan of pleasure, "OOOOOOOHHH ... DARLING!"
The man's next words shocked her. She had always associated-or equated-love with sex. The girl's darling had seemed so natural. Lois knew that she would have said the same thing, but Mickey evidently thought otherwise, as he barked, "CUT OUT THE DARLING CRAP ... RIGHT NOW! THIS'S JUST PLAIN FUCKING ... FOR THE HELL OF IT ... UNDERSTAND!?"
Lois didn't understand ... but the unknown girl there on the sleeping bag did, for she murmured, "YES ... I UNDERSTAND ... M-MICKEY ...!" Heavens! Does he mean ... he d-doesn't love her ... that it's just ... nothing but a physical act ... just sex? When she thought about it, she realized that he had not used any words of endearment. The nearest was his use of mama, when he addressed her. He hadn't even called her by her name! NO! That wasn't right; he had called aloud to her, at the very beginning. He had called her Terry. She must be very young!
She saw the rhythmic rise and fall of his buttocks, as he ground into the young girl, Terry, and it was almost as though she were the girl, feeling the throbbing massiveness of the man's penis thrusting in and out of her. God! My imagination's running away ... with me! With an effort of will, she told herself that it was just imagination ... but at the same time, she knew it was because her own sex-life with Stan was so fraught with uncertainties ... and frustrations ... and nothings! It was vicarious sex she was experiencing.
Then, the girl called Terry gasped, "GIVE ME ALL OF IT! DEEPER! LONGER ... AND FASTER! I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE COCK ... IN ME!"
"ALL RIGHT, MAMA ... YOU ASKED FOR IT!"
The sound of slapping flesh on flesh came clearly to her, as the man and the girl strove together, and as Lois stood there in the shadows listening and watching, she had an unreasonable wish to be that girl on the sleeping bag. No sooner had the idea formed in her mind than she rejected it. No! Oh, God ... NO! What am I thinking? That's monstrous! I couldn't ever do that!
Terry, the girl, urged her lover on to ever-greater effort. "FUCK ME! FUCKME ... FUCKMEFUCKME! FUCK ME ... HARD! It sounded like a chant to Lois and even though she hated the sound of it, she caught herself repeating it, silently, to herself. Her face flamed with shame. Oh, what's happening to me? I've never even allowed myself t-to think that vile word ... before!
Exultant, now, Terry told him, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE WAY ... I WANT IT! ALL THE WAY!"
Unbidden, uncontrolled, Lois' own hand sought for and found the heated triangle between her thighs, as unconsciously she caressed and massaged herself. Again, she caught herself and was horrified to discover what she was doing. It was a self-revelation. She had never done it, before, and she snatched her hand away. That's horrible ... and so wrong! ... But, I-I can't help it! I'm so hot ... so worked up over this! If I could only leave ... now ... without being seen ...
Again, Terry began to chant her need. "OH, MICKEY! FUCK HARD! FILL MY CUNT ... WITH COCK! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCKITFUCKITFUCKITFUCKITFUCKIT ... OH, FUCK!"
Silently, her mind reeling, Lois repeated it: Fuckit! Fuck it! Oh, God ... I-I want it! I want ... t-to be f-fucked ... too!
... Then, the girl on the sleeping bag was screaming out her orgasm. "AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOGGGHH!"
Standing there in the darkness, it was almost too much for Lois. Her hand was, once again, massaging frantically at her own pussy, as she watched the rise and fall of Mickey's buttocks pounding his cock into the convulsing girl like a jackhammer, until suddenly, he collapsed on top of her and lay still. His voice rasped out, "CHRIST! IT WAS OUT OF SIGHT ... MAMA! I'M STILL CUMMING!"
Lois stood there, almost hypnotically rubbing herself, feeling the arcing sensations in her belly ... the burning fires of sexual arousal that cold be extinguished in only one way ... by a hard, thrusting cock! For one mind-boggling instant, she entertained the insane idea that she wanted to strip off her clothing, fling herself down on that sleeping bag, spread her thighs in obscene invitation ... and take that girl's place under the man called Mickey. She smothered a gasp of horror that she could even have thought such a monstrous thing. Oh, God ... No! That's crazy ...! It could never happen ... t-to me! I'd never let it happen!
Now, the man seated on the campsite tabletop climbed down and began to walk toward the couple on the sleeping bag. This was her chance to escape ... and she took it. Walking softly, she gained the road, being careful not to scuff her feet or stumble ... until she was well away; then she ran back to their camper, glad that she had been able to get away without being discovered.
She sat down at the table provided for their campsite, knowing that she would have to calm herself ... before she went inside the camper.
She couldn't tell Stan about what she had seen ... and especially, she couldn't explain to him ... or to anyone, for that matter, the effect her watching and listening had had upon her.
... But maybe-if she were lucky-she could, somehow, get Stan aroused to the point where he would want to put out the fire in her belly.
She knew exactly what she wanted ... and needed. It was the rampaging hardness of her husband's penis deep in her vagina that she had to have. Her mind was in a turmoil; her stomach churned, while below, between her legs, delicious sensations still coursed, unchecked, reminding her of her great need. Oh, what can I d-do ... to get him ... t-to fuck me ...? She had heard that word so often, in the last few minutes that she had thought it, again, and her face flamed to think she had used it so easily. Her husband, Stan, used the word, of course, and she always cringed, inwardly, when he did. Now ... her own mind was cluttered up with the vile vulgarity. What's happening to m-me ...?
In a few minutes, Lois had gotten her breath under control, smoothed down her run-away emotions and rationalized away her temporary, vicarious involvement with the couple on the sleeping bag. She shamed herself for being a curious voyeur, promising herself that it would never happen, again.
Then, she went to the door of their camper, opened it and went inside, a radiant smile on her face. Going to Stan, she impulsively threw her arms around him, from the back and kissed him on the neck. "It's just lovely out tonight!" she said, lightheartedly. "You should have gone with me!" Maybe, he would've gotten hot ... if he had heard ... and seen them ...
Stan was annoyed by her interruption. "Yeah I suppose ... but watch it ... I've just about got this damned radio fixed ... and I don't want to lose any parts!" He shrugged her away.
Reluctantly, her heart breaking at his rebuff, she sat down opposite him and tried to watch, with some interest, what he was doing.
Finally, he announced that it was repaired. "I'll put it back in place in the morning." He got up, stretched and yawned. "I think I'll go down to the bath house and take a shower ..."
"Okay, darling ..." Lois agreed, "and while you're gone ... I'll get ready for bed. I brought that new, shorty nightgown along ... would you like for me to ... wear it tonight ...?" She made her voice suggestive.
"Hell ... I don't care ! Wear what you want to!" he grunted, disinterestedly, heading for the door with his towel in hand.
She hid her disappointment and added, "I-I thought maybe you and I could ... have some fun ... tonight ..."
"I've had a pretty hard day! I'm kind of tired ..." With that, he left the camper.
Tears glistened in her eyes. There was still an aching need in her loins, and warm sensations of sexual arousal still smoldered there, banked slightly, but ready, on the instant, to burst back into a consuming, raging fire of passion.
Having showered earlier in the evening, it didn't take her long to undress; putting on a little perfume and the frilly, see-through nightgown, she turned off most of the lights and crawled up into the big bunk that jutted out over the cab of the truck. She was determined that she would make herself provocative ... desirable. Somehow, she had to make Stan realize her need ... make him want, to make love to her ... tonight ... I just don't understand ... what's happened to him to us ...! Oh, it would be so wonderful to be able to make love ... as free and easy ... as those people were tonight ...!
Then, she remembered: ... But, Heavens ... I'd almost forgotten! He beat her with a belt ... then, he used his mouth on her genitals ... licking and sucking her down there! Ugh! I don't see how that could be ... very nice ... but that girl, Terry ... seemed to like it! Maybe if I ... She couldn't get beyond the maybe. There was just no way, she decided, that she would ever allow that!
Soon, she was going over more of the details of what she had heard and seen, the memories working deep in her, and before she realized it, salacious sensations were coursing through her, again ... and she could hardly wait for Stan to return from his shower.
When she heard him at the door, she leaned up on one elbow, arranging herself, fetchingly, hoping he wouldn't ignore her and praying that he would change his mind.
Stan chose to ignore her. She watched as he changed into his pajamas and was dismayed, when he began to make up the smaller bunk, converted from the breakfast nook area.
"Wh-Why are you going to sleep down there ... by yourself?" Lois asked her husband, dismally.
"I told you, God damn it! I'm tired ... and we've got a lot of miles to cover, tomorrow!" He turned out the light and crawled into the single bunk.
Lois pulled up the light blanket, feeling completely rejected ... again! Tears streamed from her eyes ... but she would not cry aloud. She wouldn't let him know how much he had hurt her. All she had wanted from him ... was his husbandly love.
... And, she had love to spare ... to give him, in return. She had this beautiful body, clean, healthy ... vibrant ... and aching to be loved. Unconsciously, her hands drifted up under the flimsy material of her nightgown to cup the mounding fullnesses of her breasts, the magnificent orbs softly pliant in her palms. The hardened cones of her nipples were sensitive in her fingers, as she rolled them, caressingly. Oh, God ... I'm so aroused ... so hot for Stan ... but there's nothing I can do to get him ... t-to fuck me ...!"
As her hands wandered, then, down over her flat belly, to the golden triangle of her loins, and she felt the searing sensations of need that flared there, out of control, she slipped a finger down into the furrow, parting the downy, fringe of hair to find the tiny, hardened shaft of her clitoris. Her touch there caused her to gasp with ecstasy.
She had never done it to herself ... but as she massaged, delicately, along the short length of the erectile bud, she knew, suddenly, that it was one way, at least, of gaining the release from the sexual tension built up in her. It was wrong! She knew it ... but ... I've got to do something ... or I'll go out of my mind ...!
On the bunk, below, she heard Stan's soft snore. He was sound asleep. She knew then that she would do it. She did!
Lois was so aroused that with only a little more manipulation of her clitoris, she came to climax, convulsively, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming aloud.
Then, as she relaxed in the, wash of the euphoria of sexual satiety, she marveled, at what had happened to her ... what she had done for herself, but it was short-lived as her conscience regained the upper hand, again, punishing her, scourging her ... for what she believed to be a trespass.
Her sleep was fitful, restless ... and she dreamed a bizarre dream. She was naked, tied hand and foot, her legs spread wide, while a fiend, a veritable monster, tantalized her, sexually. The monster man had a huge black beard.
Leeringly, he told her exactly what he was going to do to her ... and in the dream, Lois wanted him to do it; she wanted him to do every vile thing to her ... that he could think of doing.
Just as the fiend with the black beard lowered his mouth to her seething vagina to lick and suck her there, he was changed, in a twinkling ... and it was her husband, Stan, who knelt between her legs, his face only inches above her loins.
"No!" she screamed. "You can't do that ... t-to me!
Lois woke up!
Oh, God! It was only a dream ...
... But, it seemed so real! Suddenly, she was aware that her hand was clamped tightly between her legs. She decided that was the cause of the dream ... and she felt some relief.
Then, she wondered: ... But, in the dream ... it seemed to be all right ... for that horrible man to do it to me ... and I wouldn't let Stan do it ...! Why ...? God! I'm really mixed up!
Chapter 3
In the big, double bunk of their trailer, Harry Williams finished off the last gulp of his double Scotch, set the glass aside, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and reached out for his wife, Vivian.
"Come here, damn it! I'm in the mood for a piece of ass!" he told her.
Vivian was bitchy, tonight. "What's the matter, Honey ... you losing your touch ...?"
She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling off her slacks, when her husband wrapped his brawny arms around her and pulled her back toward him, to plaster his lips to hers. After a moment or two, she squirmed away from him.
"Now ... what in hell does that remark mean?" Harry growled, scratching his hairy chest. He lay nude in the bunk, big and bulky, his green eyes flashing a mean anger.
"Well ..." she chided, half-kidding him, now, as she saw that he had taken her remark too seriously. "We've been on our vacation for three days ... and nothing's happened ... yet!"
"It's a little different!" he explained. "But I spotted a doll, today ... and she's right here in this camp ground!"
"Well ...?"
"I thought I'd go to work on it ... tomorrow!"
Vivian had been undressing while they were talking, and Harry watched her, avidly; he never failed to get a real charge out of watching his wife undress. She was down to her panties and bra, now. From long practice, he reached out to unclasp the hooks at the back, slid the garment over her arms and captured a bountiful, white breast in each big paw of a hand.
"Are you going to keep it a big secret ... about who she is?"
"Hell ... I don't know her name, yet!" Harry kneaded his wife's breasts, feeling their satiny smoothness, the berry-like nipples just beginning to become hard and erect.
"Since when does that bother you, Harry?" she asked, wriggling dexterously from his grasp and standing up to peel her panties down over the swelling curves of her hips and buttocks. She always managed to make it a sexy ritual, and Harry watched her with concentrated attention, his penis jerking with mounting excitement, as the black, silky hair of her pubic mound was exposed to his lewd gaze.
"It doesn't ... really!"
"Yes ... I know ... only too well! Is she blonde, brunette ... or what?"
"She's a true blonde, I think. She's the one I remarked about ... when I saw her at that service station ... remember? In that little town ... about sixty miles back!"
"The one in the camper they were fixing there?"
"The same!" Harry assured. "She was wearing those tight hot pants!"
"Oh, yes ... I remember! ... And I'll have to do something about that!" she smiled.
"What do you mean ...?"
"I'm going to buy some hot pants ... the first chance I get!"
"There you go ... wanting to spend some more money ... for something you don't need!"
Vivian smiled, coyly, and countered with, "Well ... I've got to compete ... somehow!"
"You don't need them! I like you better ... without pants!" His eyes roamed over his wife's luscious body. "Now ... come here, damn it ... or I'm coming after you!"
She regarded him, coolly, through narrowed gray eyes and tossed back a stray strand of jet black hair, as her eyes zeroed in on the rampant, hardened length of his cock that stood out, yearningly, from his hairy loins. "Why, Harry ... my darling husband ... I do believe you've got something there for me tonight!"
Crawling onto the bed, she came up over him to capture his spearing prick between her legs, then clamping her thighs together tight around it she lay full length on top of him, the full orbs of her magnificent breasts mashing down against his big, hairy chest. She lowered her head, her mouth finding his to weld them together in a deep, soul kiss. Her tongue snaked deep into his mouth to be sucked and nibbled. Below, she felt the throbbing length of his big cock, where it lay, log-like, tight up against the sensitive flesh of her slit.
Harry enveloped her in his muscular arms, squeezing her to him hard, then, his hands began to roam down over the smoothness of her back to the full, mounding protuberances of her buttocks. His fingers dug into the satiny, resilient flesh to knead and massage, caressingly. Damn! She was still the most sexually exciting woman he had ever known and he had known quite a few.... But, hell they're just the frosting on the cake! Vivian's the meat and potatoes ... and she's right here ... ready to fuck ... anytime I want her!
He savored the sweetness of her mouth, sucking and nibbling on her tongue, then used his own to burst into her mouth, after a few moments. His big cock was jerking and throbbing between her legs, and he could feel the building warmth in her pussy.
Abruptly, Vivian raised her head and broke the moist, open-mouthed kiss. "Did you notice him? What's he like ...?" she asked.
"Who in the hell are you talking about?"
"The blonde's husband!"
"Oh, him?" Harry grunted. "He's just an ordinary guy medium height and build ... around thirty maybe a little more ..."
"That's what I was afraid of ...!" she pouted.
"What's that ...?" He tried to pull her mouth down to his; at the same time he began to saw his big cock back and forth in her moistly throbbing furrow.
She resisted him long enough to answer, "You always pick out these fabulous women for yourself ... and they always seem to turn out having just ordinary husbands! It's not fair!"
"Well, hell ... I guess that's just the breaks!" He pulled her down, hard, and kissed her with open mouth and probing tongue.
Vivian mumbled around his tongue, "Someday ... Harry, darling ... I'm going to reverse that on you ..."
"The hell you say!"
His hard hands smoothed down over her full-rounded buttocks that were now gyrating, undulantly, against the shaft of his massively solid cock that lay like a log the length of her pulsing cuntal furrow. Their mouths were welded together, tongues searching and savoring, and his hands dug in with strong-fingered kneading of the pliant flesh of the twin orbs that moved so lithely against him.
After a few moments, Harry decided it was time for his little surprise. Deftly, he rolled his wife to her back, reached under his pillow and grasped the object he had hidden there earlier in the evening. Vivian kept her eyes closed as he continued to kiss her, then surreptitiously, he brought his hand down until it was just above her pubic mound, the bullet shaped, battery-powered vibrator aimed right at her slightly exposed slit. Just as it touched her, he flipped the switch on and ran the ogive-shaped, vibrating head down between her legs to contact her already hardened clitoris.
Vivian's eyes flew open with surprise. She knew what it was instantly, as the vibrator sent arching sensations flashing through her whole body. She shivered with delight, and a moan came from her lips, as she broke the wet contact of their kiss.
"Oh, Harry ... you did bring it ...!" she exulted.
"No ... this one's new! It's got batteries in it!"
"Oh, it feels wonderful ... darling!"
Vivian's dark-gray eyes smoldered up at him, as below, her white, tapering thighs parted to allow him full access to her gently throbbing pussy, her hips already undulating with building sexual arousal.
"I thought maybe you'd like it!" Harry rumbled, directing the smooth, plastic vibrator down through the sensate furrow of her cunt until the bullet-like head was lined up with her vaginal opening. He heard her mewl with pleasure, and her loins rose to meet it. Holding the vibrating dildo in place, steadily, he looked down to watch her gyrating hips as she tried to capture it.
"Don't tease me ... Harrrry! Shove it in! I want to feel it up inside of me!"
"Okay ... on one condition!" he bargained.
"What's that ...?"
"Suck me off!"
"Oh, yessss ... darling! You know I'll do it for you ... any time!" she agreed.
"I just wanted to make sure you would!"
Then, with a swift jabbing motion, he shoved the dildo deeply into his wife's cuntal passage, as far as it would go. He knew she'd like it that way. She had really learned to turn on ... fast, since getting that first vibrator. Hell! It's just a matter of training ... or conditioning! He held it deep in her passage, for a moment or two, watching as her cunt lips moved back, as she screwed her hips back and down into the mattress, then nibbled their way back up the vibrating shaft, erotically.
The dildo, vibrating deep in her belly, produced almost instantaneous ecstasy for Vivian. The powerful sensations swept through her like a tidal wave, and she responded to it with a deliciously soaring joy. Her head began to thrash back and forth on the pillow, her jet-black hair becoming entangled, strands of it sweeping across her distorted face.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Fuck me with it ... now Harry! I'm going ... to cum ... in just a little while!"
He began to thrust the vibrating surrogate cock in and out of her voracious, heated cunt, simulated the natural motions of a penis. From experience, he knew it really wouldn't be very long until she exploded in orgasm.
It hadn't always been that way for her. He remembered: Hell! A year ago she didn't like to fuck hardly at all! But, she learned! Christ when I used the vibrator on her that first time ... and she found out she could pop ... any time she wanted ... and just keep on popping ... if she wanted to ... there's been no stopping her! Then, there had been the experiments with swapping ... And, since we've been doing the swinging thing ... joining up with the club ... and all ... she can't get enough fucking ... and that's just the way I like it!
His wife began to gasp, her breath coming in short, jerky pantings. "Faster! Deeper!" she demanded.
Kneeling above her, then, Harry began to thrust it in and out of her demanding cunt with more force, pushing the mechanical cock into her as far as he could. With his other hand he reached down to the silky black hair of her pubic mound and used a finger, lightly, on the blood-distended shaft of her clitoris, rubbing across it in tempos with the fucking motion in and out of her cuntal passage. As he knelt there, between his wife's lovely legs, manipulating her to orgasm, his lanced-out, hardened cock jerked and throbbed, involuntarily, with the eroticism of his act. He was hot ... ready to fuck, but he could wait, he decided. It'll be like heaven ... when she gets her mouth to working on me!
Suddenly, she was there! She came convulsively, her body shuddering with delicious rapture, as her release washed over her body. "Harrrrryyyyy! Oh, darling ... that's it! I'm CUMMING! I'm CUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINGGGGG! AAAAaaaaaaauuuuuggghhh! OOOOOOOOOoooooooAAAAaaaaauuuuugggghhhh!"
Her legs splayed to either side, and as Harry watched, he saw her face contort in exquisite agony ... then begin to relax into beatific beauty, again, as the euphoria of her rapture overcame her. He pulled the vibrating dildo from her clasping cuntal passage, switched it off and tossed it aside on the bed. Coming down on top of her then, he kissed her lips, tenderly, and held her tight while her quivering body gradually relaxed.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes and mumbled against his mouth, "Oh ... that one was nice, darling ... but later on ... tonight ... I want you to fuck me ... too!"
"Okay, Doll ...! Anything you say!" He agreed, rolling from on top of her and sprawling out on his back beside her; then he went on to ask, "That remark you made ... about pulling a reverse on me ... you don't have any ideas about picking up guys, on your own do you?"
"Oh ... that! Well ... not that I haven't been tempted ... but I saw a guy ... that I could really go ape over!" she explained, her eyes lighting up, as she remembered. "And, there'd be a sweet, young thing for you ...!"
"How young ...?"
"Oh, like maybe seventeen or eighteen!"
"And the guy's a young kid I suppose?"
"He looks older ... maybe twenty-five ..."
"All right," Harry growled, "don't keep me in suspense! Who the hell are they?"
"He's the one on the motorcycle ... with the girl riding behind him ... remember?"
"Christ, Vivian!" he exploded. "You can't be serious! We don't want to get mixed up with any of them!"
"Why not?"
"Hell! Those people ride in gangs ... and pull all kinds of cruddy things! I wouldn't trust them ... as far as I can see them ... or smell them! He was the one with the black beard and acted like the leader ... right ...?"
"Yes ... that's him!" she affirmed. "But, I think it'd be fun ... to get to know somebody like that!"
"It could be dangerous, too!" her husband exploded. "And I say no ... we won't get to know them! We'll stick to our own kind!"
Vivian decided to needle him. And what kind is that, darling ...?"
"The safe kind!" he growled. "Middle class ... white ... you know what I mean!"
"Yes, I know what you mean ... WASPs ... is that it? White, Anglo-Saxon and Protestant!" She was sarcastic. "Your prejudices are showing!"
Harry didn't want to argue with her, just then. He had a big, solid hard-on ... and he was more interested in sex than he was in her views about his prejudices. "Hell ... Vivian! I don't want to fight with you about some stupid thing ... right now! Let's finish what we started ... Okay?"
"Okay, honey she agreed, softening, as she realized she was being unnecessarily bitchy about it. She knew her husband's point of view. It just didn't agree with her own, always, for her's was a more liberal outlook. "Can I ask you one thing, though? What about the blonde ... and her husband? How are we going to get to meet them and ...?"
"Christ I told you ... I was going to work on it, tomorrow! When he gets up in the morning his truck's not going to start ... then I'm going to be on hand to help him fix it!"
"You mean you've already fixed it so it won't start?"
"Hey ... you got it ... the first time!" he complimented her, sarcastically. "I switched some wires around and when he isn't looking ... I put them back which makes me a mechanical genius ... then we have a drink ... and we take it from there!"
"Okay ... I understand, Harry ..." She smiled up at him, sparklingly. "I'll do my part ... even if he is kind of ... ordinary ..."
She kneeled up and crawled over between his legs. He spread them out wider for her, and as he looked down the length of his body to watch her, he saw that his cock no longer was standing up rigid and hard. It leaned, crazily, to one side, as it became detumescent.
"Christ! All this damn talking made me lose my hard-on!" he grumbled, complainingly.
"Don't worry, darling!" Vivian told her husband. "I'll fix that ... right away!" Her trembling, now eager hand reached down to grip the almost flaccid shaft of his cock. She held it upright and felt the throbbing growth of it her touch had caused; then, deftly, she milked the heavy foreskin back over the rapidly inflating corona. "See ... it's coming to life ... already!" she exulted.
Harry raised his hips up to her, driving the shaft of his cock into the grip of her hand and felt a certain pride to see it soar out several inches beyond her grasping thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, her other hand went lower, under him, to caress his heavy, sperm-laden balls, her fingernails scratching, lightly, over the taut but crinkled surface of his scrotal sac.
Then, she leaned down, lower, to kiss the satiny, reddish tip of his cock. God! It felt good. He felt the powerful pulse of furiously pumping blood at the electrifying touch of her lips.
Knowing the stimulating effect of it, Vivian used her teeth to nip, lightly, up and down the hardening length of his prick. His groan of pleasure urged her on, as she switched sides, nibbling a little harder, now. She spotted the battery-powered vibrator, her husband had tossed aside and wondered what effect it would have on him. She took it in her hand, found the switch and turned the device on, then she brought the humming, ogival head of it into contact with his testicles, running it gently over them.
Harry's body jerked. "Christ!" he grunted. "I don't know how much of that I could take!"
"Does it feel good ... darling!"
"Too damn good! It feels like it'd make me cum ... in about fifteen seconds!"
Experimentally, then, she ran it lower, until it was grazing the brownish, crinkled flesh of his anal opening. The vibrator made him jump, again, as powerful sensations flooded through him, and his massive cock began to throb, violently, in her hand. "Take it away!" he ordered. "It's too much! Too much!"
"Okay!" She snapped it off. "Now ... you know what it does to me!"
"Yeah ... but you can just keep popping! A man can't do that! There's a need for a little rest ... in between times ... so it's different!"
Tossing the vibrator to the foot of the big, double bunk bed, she held his pulsing cock in both hands, and her honeyed mouth came down to it, her ovaled lips encompassing the bloated head with warm moistness. Involuntarily, his prick kept jerking in her mouth, and the very thought of what she was doing gave him a large, erotic charge ... as usual. It was the lewdness ... the salaciousness of it, almost as much as the intensity of the keening sensations her mouth brought him, that seemed to increase his pleasure in it, giving him an added sense of voluptuousness.
Now, she held the massive length of his cock with one hand, again, while the other massaged his balls, below, caressingly, being careful not to hurt them; meanwhile, her cheeks began to hollow as she sucked on the head of his cock, rhythmically.
"God! That's sweet! You're mouth's just like honey ... Vivian!" he moaned.
Her head began to bob up and down on him, her mouth absorbing more and more of his hard flesh with each steady stroke, while inside, her tongue swirled in wild circles around his throbbing cock's head. On the up-strokes he felt her trying to force the tip of her tongue into the split at the top.
Tensing his loins, he thrust his hips up at her face to drive his prick deeper into her mouth and throat. He saw it all go in ... all the way to the root, as her nose was mashed into the curly cushion of his pubic hair. With a moan, he began to move in and out of her mouth, in rhythmic counterpoint to her bobbing head, her mouth a substitute cunt.
Harry was lost in a morass of all-consuming, pleasure sensations, centered there in his cock in Vivian's mouth. He watched almost as though he were in a trance, as her mouth began to move up and down the length of his shaft with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue executing an extra swirling lick to his lust-inflated cock's head on every outward stroke, and her lips seeming to nibble their way back, again, as she took his cock deep into her throat.
His wife's face, working over his loins was changed, and he realized that she, too, was in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed. Her breath was gasping in her throat. It never failed to amaze him. Damn! She puts so much into it ... now! He was glad, all over again, that he was still married to her. God! ... And, we came so close to calling it quits!
Then, her long, straight black hair, hanging down in lustrous cascades over his loins caught his attention, and he reached out to her head with both hands, to guide her up and down the demanding shaft of his wildly throbbing cock. Ever more forcefully he thrust his hips up at her, driving his cock, relentlessly, into her mouth, and he watched with fascination as little ragged flanges of the inside of her lips was pulled out to slide along his length on each upward bob of her head, then it was all stuffed back in again, as her head came downward and he thrust up hard at her face. Her cheeks hollowed, too, as she sucked, hungrily, on him, almost constantly.
Suddenly, all the gathering sensations were concentrated in the blood-inflated head of his cock. He felt it jerk and throb, insanely, and it seemed to grow larger with every ecstatic, pulsing, while his wife's tongue swirled and tantalized it on every stroke.
He knew he would have to cum ... soon. It was getting nearer, for he could feel the searing burn of it deep in his groin, as the impatiently waiting load of sperm began to demand its release, like a dammed up stream pushing with relentless force against the face of a mighty dam.
Words tumbled from his mouth. "Oh, Christ ... that's good! A little more ... just a little more ... Vivian ... and I'll cum! Just a little ... while ... now ...! AAAaaaauuuuuuggghh! Christ!"
Strangling, unintelligible sounds replaced the words. He gasped for breath. It was almost there ... for him! He was going to cum ... now! Furiously, he rammed his hips up against his wife's sucking mouth, fucking blindly, animalistically, now, into the surrogate cunt of her oral cavern. He looked down to see the steel-hard rigidity of his spewing cock go all the way to the hilt. She had taken all of him ... every last fraction of an inch. Her nose was mashed flat against the hardness of his pubic bone, and he saw that she was struggling with her breathing at the same time as she attempted to swallow his ejaculate.
His sperm pumped through him, explosively; the jet of hot, white viscous semen hosed through the length of him to spray from the slitted tip in the lust-bloated head of his cock deep into the honeyed moistness of her frantically swallowing throat.
"Now!" he grunted. "I'm cumming ... now!"
Roughly, his hard hands on her head pulled her mouth down hard on his spewing prick, and his hips moved, spasmodically, up at her, driving his cock deep into her throat, immobilizing her, as he shot his cum into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the viscid liquid to keep from gagging. It lasted for several cruel moments, until at last his body relaxed and he flopped back on the bed with a loud groan of satisfaction.
Then, gently now, realizing that he had treated her more roughly than he had intended, his hands traced down across her cheeks, and he moaned, "Vivian ... honey ... that was out of this world!"
By degrees, his big cock began to deflate in her mouth, but she kept sucking and nibbling on it until every drop of his sperm had been consumed; then, sighing, audibly, she raised her head to look up the barrel-chested, hairy length of his body, as at the same time, she allowed his flaccid, detumescent penis to pull from her mouth. It glistened in the dim light from the moisture of her saliva.
"I'm glad you liked it, darling ..." she murmured, looking at him through hot, smoldering eyes. Then, as she slithered up over him, she asked, "Would you like to have a drink ... before I hold you to your promise ...?"
"Okay!" he agreed. "Mine's double Scotch ... on the rocks!"
Chapter 4
While Lois tidied up inside the camper, after breakfast, getting everything ship-shape for travel, Stan Brewster put the repaired radio back into the dash and tried it out. He listened, critically, and decided that his tinkering with it had improved the reception. Satisfied with his work, he then checked the outside of the camper, looking at the tires and making sure all was in readiness for travel.
He went to the door, at the rear of the camper, and called inside to his wife, "Are you ready to go, Lois?"
"In just a minute ..." she called out, forcing a cheerfulness into her voice that she didn't really feel.
"Well ... hurry it up! I'm all set to roll!"
Lois didn't really like the way their vacation was going. They hadn't stopped to enjoy any of the sights. It was just go, go, go! Stan seemed to be more interested in covering miles than enjoying scenery. She had suggested stopping for more than one night, but he had cut her off, curtly, not really listening to her at all. He was going to do it his way ... and that's all there was to it!
Finishing up the last of her chores, she came out into the bright morning sunshine. Stan closed and locked the door and settled down into the driver's seat of the truck, while Lois clambered up to sit beside him.
Stan turned the ignition key. The starting motor whirred, turning the engine over. It didn't start.
"The damn motor must be colder than I thought!" he growled.
He tried it four more times before he decided there must be something wrong. His temper was short, as he climbed from the cab to open the hood. He peered into the engine compartment, attempting to spot the trouble.
Harry Williams, who had been watching, now, for some minutes, chose this time to saunter down the road, and as Stan raised the hood, Harry was there, in a moment, to peer inside with him.
"Trouble ...?" Harry queried.
Stan looked up with annoyance, "Yeah ... the damned thing won't start for some reason!"
"Plenty of gas?"
"Yeah ... I filled up, yesterday."
"The battery's okay ... I heard it turning over ..."
"It's not firing ... at all!" Stan grumbled, examining some of the ignition wires.
"Why don't you try it, again ... and I'll watch and listen to see if I can spot your trouble ..." Harry suggested.
Looking up to see the interested and concerned stranger, Stan saw a big, bluff, barrel-chested man, greying slightly at the temples, who smiled at him through friendly green eves. The man's hands, resting on the truck's fender, looked hard and capable, and Stan was glad of the help offered.
"Okay!" He got into the driver's seat, again, and turned the ignition key. The engine turned over with the starter, but still did not catch.
Under the hood, out of Stan's sight, Harry switched a wire back to its original place. The motor made encouraging sounds of starting.
"Oh, there you are, Harry ... I've been looking all over for you!" It was a beautiful, black-haired woman dressed in tight slacks and halter top who walked up to the camper.
"Hi ... Vivian ... I'm just helping this gentleman get his truck started."
Lois got out of the cab and Vivian came around to the door to meet her. "Hello ..." she said, pleasantly, "We're the Brewsters. I'm Lois ... my husband's name is Stan."
Stan got out of the cab and joined the others. Introductions were made, and the two men went back to the problem of the non-starting engine.
"I just jiggled a couple of wires ... a while ago ... maybe that's all that's wrong ..." Harry observed. "Let's try it, again!"
"I was just trying to convince Harry ... that's it's too nice a day to just travel. I'm trying to get him to stay here in the park for another day, at least ..." Vivian said, conversationally, to Lois, as the two women stood aside to watch.
"That's what I'd like to do, too!" Lois agreed. "But ... Stan wants to keep moving ..."
Harry switched another ignition wire. The engine coughed a couple of times and started. "That's it!" Harry called out.
Stan left the engine running and came to the front of the truck, again. Harry's wife was talking to him, urgently, trying to convince him of something, so he stood back waiting for them to finish. He wanted to thank his benefactor and be on his way. While he waited, he couldn't help noting the magnificent figure her clothing did little to hide. Damn! She's quite a woman ... and she's got it all in the right places!
Finally, their low-voiced conversation finished, Harry Williams smiled at his wife and said, "Well ... if that's really what you want ... I guess I could try!"
Coming up to the big man, then, Stan began, "Mr. Williams I certainly do thank you ... for ..."
"Aw, hell don't thank me for anything! I just fiddled around with the ignition wires a little bit ..." he rumbled, dismissing the subject. "Now ... my wife, Vivian's been after me to stay here in the park for another day ... and she wants me to invite you and your wife to go around and see the sights with us!"
"That's very nice ... but ..."
"Really ... Mr. Brewster ..." Vivian broke in. "Your wife and I were talking about it ... and we both felt the same way ... about staying here!"
"It's easy for me to unhitch our car ... to drive around in!" Harry added.
"Let's do it, Stan ...!" Lois enthused. "It'd be a lot of fun!"
"Besides ... I like to make new friends!" Vivian smiled, directing a smoky gaze at Stan, her eyes sweeping over him, appreciatively. He's not too bad, really! In fact he looks better ... the more I see of him!
Her hot look was not completely wasted on Stan. He understood it. She was interested in him ... but what he didn't understand was the open way in which she did it. That bothered him ... not that he was interested ... but just on the principle of it. He sure as hell wouldn't want Lois going around giving guys-especially strange guys-the old come-on look! Christ!
"We could have dinner ... somewhere ... together ..." Harry invited.
"Maybe a few drinks ...?" Vivian suggested.
"Well ... I don't know ..." Stan was undecided. That open invitation in Vivian's provocative look was tempting ... but ...
"It's vacation time ... and we go out so seldom ... Stan! Why don't we do it ...?"
"There're a lot of interesting things ... we can do ..." It was Vivian, again. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. Stan was sure it was a second signal, not just a nervous tic. It was too sensually fraught with meaning. Damn it ... I wonder if its for real... or is she just a teaser!?
"All right!" His mind was made up, then. "We'll stay ... and see the sights with you ... but let me stand the dinner, tonight ... in appreciation for your help just now Mr. Williams!"
"Let's knock off that Mister stuff! I'm just plain old Harry ... to my friends!" Williams grinned jovially. "And I'll call you Stan ... Okay? ... And, your lovely wife ...?"
"Lois ..." Stan supplied, noticing that the other man's eyes swept like a lingering caress over her body.
" ... And, I'm Vivian!" Her smile was dazzling.
It didn't take them long to get organized. Cameras and light sweaters were loaded into the Williams' car, which was quickly and easily unhitched from the trailer, and the two couples were off to do the things tourists do.
They followed the map printed in a park brochure, driving to lookout points and various natural attractions of the area. The conversation sparkled, as it always does when people are newly acquainted, comparing views, relating experiences ... getting to know more about each other.
Several times, as they walked to or stood at guard rails enjoying the panorama of the vista point, Vivian's body brushed against Stan's ... and once, as he stood behind her, her hand swept across his groin, accidentally; however, the caressing feel she gave him, with her fingers, told him it was on purpose. It bothered him. Christ! I really do wonder ... now ... what her game is? The thing that really made him cautious ... was that she did it in front of her husband. Oh, she's sneaky about it ... but hell ... I don't want to get involved, in any way ... with any woman ... while her husband's around! What's she thinking about ... anyway?
He was flattered, of course ... but his built-in sense of decency wouldn't allow him even to think about a dalliance ... attractive and beautiful as Vivian Williams was! The first chance I get ... I'll have to put her straight! She's wasting her time ... as long as Lois ... and her husband ... are in the picture!
Harry stopped for lunch in the Village, insisting the four of them all have a full meal instead of a snack. He ordered up martinis to sharpen their appetites. As they had gotten into the booth, Vivian sat next to Stan. He was uncomfortable about it, especially when he felt the long, warm taper of her thigh pressed close against his.
Stan tasted his martini. It was good; then, as he tried to follow some conversational gambit of Harry's, a long, involved story concerning some happening in his work, Vivian's hand stole over to his thigh, her fingers feathering upward toward his crotch. Damn! She's persistent! ... And, there was no doubt in his mind, any longer, concerning her intentions.
Her little innuendos, touchings and brushings began to pay-off for Vivian, now. As she brushed upward, ever so lightly, she detected a throbbing jerk, transmitted through the material of his trousers ... and she knew that she had made some progress. His cock's getting hard ... now! It's going to be fun ... to get him up when he can't do anything about it! Then later ... when I get him alone MMMmmmmm! It'll be real yummy!
Now, her hand was in his groin, and her fingers traced the outline of his hardening penis inside his pants. Mentally, she tried to calculate its dimensions, as she felt along it's hot length. There's nothing ordinary about this.
Above, widely innocent grey eyes seemingly concentrated on her husband's lengthy story, Stan stole a sidelong glance at her profile. Christ! She's really playing with fire ...! He decided, then, that her little games would have to come to an end ... at least until he could talk to her. There was no way he'd play ... unless he knew what the ground rules were. The way she's going at it ... almost anything could happen ... if her husband found out!
Firmly, he grasped her wrist, under the table ... and with equal firmness, resolutely, returned her hand to her own lap. Vivian turned and smiled, questioningly, at him, her lower lip trembling. She didn't understand his action. Nothing like that had ever happened to her, before ... and she interpreted it as rejection. Another possibility crossed her mind, then, but a quick glance at his wife, whose lush blonde beauty and obvious desirability gave the lie to that idea ... caused her to change her mind. No! He couldn't be a gay one ... at least I don't think so! ... But there was a tiny doubt in her mind; she couldn't shake it, completely. Of course ... sometimes even their wives don't know about them ...
Finally, Harry's story was finished. The waitress brought their lunches. The food was tasty and enjoyable. Afterward, they all had another drink, before venturing out for the afternoon.
While Vivian's husband paid the luncheon check and Lois made for the Ladies' Lounge, Stan was alone with her ... for the first time.
He leaned in close to her and hissed between clenched teeth, "Listen ... I think you're damned attractive ... sexy as hell, as a matter of fact ... but I don't get why you're doing what you're doing ... right in front of that big gorilla of a husband of your's!"
Vivian smiled with relief. "Oh ... you do like me ... then? I was afraid ..."
"Afraid that I wouldn't?"
"Well ... yes you didn't seem to react ..."
"Did you expect me to do something stupid ... in front of your husband and my wife ...?"
"Not really ... I just wanted you to know I ..."
"YOU LET ME KNOW ONE THING ... LOUD AND CLEAR, Baby! You're a little cock-teaser ... so lay off ... unless you're serious!" Stan ground out at her.
"It'll be worth your while ... if you want to meet me somewhere!" she promised.
"Like where ...?"
"On the ridge ... up above the camp ...?"
"Out in the open ... and take a chance on your husband finding us? Not on your life!"
"You don't understand about my husband. I'd have to have time to explain ..."
"As much as I'd like to ... sample your wares, Mrs. Williams ... the fact is ... there's too much risk ... and I'm not willing to risk crossing that husband of yours!"
"Harry wouldn't do anything! As a matter of fact ... he'd ..." Vivian stopped. Lois was coming toward them, and Harry was pocketing his change at the cashier's counter.
"He'd what ...?"
"They're coming ... no time to tell you, now ... but will you meet me ... tonight ... like I suggested ...?"
"I told you ... the answer is no!"
Vivian was hurt. She'd never had a man turn down her offer ... to take him to bed, and she didn't know what to think ... or what to do. She decided to give up the pursuit! Damn it ... it's not worth it! I practically throw myself at him ... and he tells me, 'No thank you ... I'm not having any!' I wonder more and more maybe he is some kind of a closet queen!
Her husband was there, big and jovial; he knew something had gone amiss. It was confirmed when Vivian looked up at him, her eyes miserable in defeat, and said, "Harry, darling ... could I beg off ... for the rest of the day? I'm getting one of those sick headaches ... and ... I'd just be an awful wet blanket ... for everybody else ..."
"Why ... of course, Vivian ... if you're not feeling right!" Harry sympathized.
"Oh, that's too bad, Vivian ... you'll need some rest ... so why don't we just call off the rest of our little tour?" Lois suggested.
"There's no need for that ..." Harry said, trying to keep things together and going.
"I think that's best ... too!" Stan added "... And, we sure do thank you for taking us around to see the sights ..."
"And ... thank you for the lunch ... too!" Lois said.
* * *
Harry Williams followed his wife inside their trailer. Closing and locking the door, he turned to her and asked, fiercely, "Well ... what the hell happened?"
"He wasn't having any!" Vivian grated, vehemently.
"You mean ... he turned you down ... flat?"
"Yeah he seemed to think I was being too forward in front of you ... and his wife!"
"Maybe ... he's just being cautious ..."
"I suppose ..." she agreed. "He was afraid of being caught by you!"
"In other words ... if I wasn't around he might not be scared off ... is that it?"
"Maybe ... but I got this crazy idea while I was talking to him that he might be ..." She stopped, realizing she had no real basis for thinking of Stan Brewster that way.
"What? What are you trying to say?" Harry prodded.
"Well ... that he wasn't ... all man ..."
"You think he might be gay?" He was incredulous. "Christ! I never thought of that!"
"... Except ... he did have a nice, big erection!" she told her husband, remembering how she had felt its throbbing heat in Stan's pants.
"Well, hell ... what are you worried about, then?"
Vivian sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well ... he was almost prissy ... when he took my hand off of it ... and told me not to touch him ... unless I was serious ..."
"... Unless you were serious ...?" Harry repeated. "I think you're wrong! He's interested ... all right ... but he's not taking any chances! After all I'm a pretty big guy ... and he wouldn't want to tangle with me! You can't blame him for that ... not many guys would be willing to! ... And, too ... maybe you came on too strong!"
Tears glistened in Vivian's expressive, gray eyes. "I-I'm not going to go through with it ... Harry! I was practically throwing myself at him ... and he wouldn't have anything to-to do with me!"
"No! God damn it! I'm going to get into those tight hot pants! I want to fuck that Brewster woman so bad I can taste it! Christ! It took every bit of will-power I've got to keep my hands off of her ... waiting for you to score with that stupid son-of-a-bitch ... and you know damned good and well ... that the way we work it ... it's always a sure thing!"
"Except this time, Harry!" she flared A-And I don't want to get turned down ... again even for you! It makes me feel cheap ... almost like I was out peddling it ... like some street whore!"
Then, it finally penetrated. Harry realized that his wife was really upset ... that she meant what she was saying. He softened, coming to sit beside her on the bed, his arms going around her, caressingly. "You know that isn't true ... honey ... and I'm sorry you feel that way about it! I'll make it up to you ... you know I always do ... and in the long run ... everybody benefits! Hell! You like a strange lay just as much as I do!"
"Well ... I bow out on this one!"
"After all the trouble I went to ... to set it up?"
"There'll be others!" she said, with finality, rising from the bed and shrugging off his embrace. "Right now ... I feel like being alone! I think I'll go down to the village and shop around in those little tourist trap shops ..."
"You won't change your mind ... then?"
"No! It's made up!"
"Then ... I'll go after her ... on my own!" he threatened.
Vivian stared at him, not believing what she had heard. " ... But ... our agreement ...?"
"You're breaking it ... by backing out!" he accused. "So think about it!"
"Damn you, Harry ... you drive a hard bargain!"
"Then ... you'd better reconsider ..."
"All right! I'll think about it ... for a good long time! Maybe I'll think about it for three or four days ... until you get over that blonde ... or spot another one ... you'd rather have! Then, I'll consider playing our little game, again!"
"You're being bitchy as hell!"
"Okay ... I'm being bitchy ... because I'm upset ... and I think I've got a right to be!" she defended. " ... And that's why I'm going shopping ... to be alone ... and maybe work it out of my system."
"All right ... all right!" her husband conceded. "Just don't spend too much money on those junk curios ... Okay?"
* * *
Mickey Blackum had seen her first when she had gotten out of her car in the parking lot. The striking beauty of her jet-black hair ... and the way she seemed to be poured into her Capris attracted him ... but when she had seemed to notice him, as he strode along toward the little delicatessen, giving him a smoky-eyed smile in passing, which caused him to stop and stare after her, her hips and buttocks doing provocative things inside those pants, he decided to get to know her better.
Terry McCauley was with him. When she had finished picking out the foodstuffs they needed, he carried the bag of groceries outside and called Buck Sloan to him.
"Buck ... you take Terry on your hog ... back to the camp and see she gets supper started!"
The other man looked startled, for a moment, his small, too-narrow eyes, regarding the tall, black-bearded leader, calculatively, attempting to fathom what was going on.
"Right on ... Mickey!" he agreed, then asked, "What's happening?"
"I'm going to eyeball around ... is all! Wunder Boy and Pepper can split with you, too!" He looked around, saw the two leather clad men talking to a couple of young, high-school age girls, obviously tourists and whistled them over.
The auburn-haired Terry had held her tongue, but now she asked, "Can't I go with you, Mickey?"
"No! You heard my orders ... God damn it!" He turned on her threateningly. "No ... split!" He stalked away, angrily.
"What's happening, Man?" Peeper Martin asked.
Buck Sloan filled him in.
Martin was instantly angry, but he said nothing, asking only, "... And ... he told you ... to ride Terry on your hog?"
"That's how he laid it on me!" Buck told him.
"So let's split!"
The three men mounted their motorcycles. The food was in the saddlebags of Buck's hog, and Terry was seated behind him. They swept out of the parking lot with a roar of engines. Peeper Martin brought up the rear.
Until two minutes before, he had been, informally, the number two man; actually, it was he who should have led the group back to the camp ... he who should have had the mama, Terry, up behind him on his hog. Now ... he was deposed ... demoted by one of Mickey's whims. Man! It's going to come to a head, now! It's got to be him ... or me!
A mile along the road, Martin dropped back, reducing his speed, constantly, until the others were some distance ahead of him, then, he pulled to a stop at the side of the road, dismounted and squatted beside his motorcycle. Soon, the other two men came roaring back. He pretended to tinker with the engine.
Buck turned a wide U in the road and pulled alongside. "What's wrong?" he yelled.
"Carb's out of adjustment! You guy's fog on back ... and I'll be there in a few minutes!" he lied.
"Need any help ...?"
"No! I can make it ... alone!"
"Right on!" Buck agreed, let in his clutch and blazed on down the road, Bill Wunder following.
Martin watched their departure. Now ... God damn it ... I'm going to find out what that sonof-a-bitch is up to! He remounted his motorcycle and headed back toward the village.
It hadn't taken Mickey but a few moments to find her. She was poring over a table full of curios in one of the smaller shops. He stood in the doorway watching her for several seconds, before walking up beside her, boldly, and saying, "Hello ... Miss ... I'd like to return something you laid on me ..."
Vivian looked up, startled, into the black eyes and equally black beard of the leader of the motorcycle gang.
"Oh! Heavens! You scared me!" she gasped, then recovering her poise, she added, "It's Mrs.! Mrs. Harry Williams ... but my friends call me Vivian ..."
"I'm Mickey ... Mickey Blackum ..." he told her.
"You said something about returning something to me ...? I don't think I've lost anything ... Mr. Blackum!" she smiled.
"It isn't something you lost ... I said it was something you laid on me!" he corrected.
"Oh? What in the world is that?"
"You smiled at me ... a while ago ... and not many people ... that is ... people like you ... ever do that!" he explained. "So ... I'd like to give one back to you ..."
He smiled down at her, his white, even teeth gleaming through the blackness of his beard.
"Thank you ... Mr. Blackum!" Vivian thrilled. "You have a very nice smile!" Her grey eyes regarded him, warmly, the trace of interest sparking in them.
"Call me Mickey!" he said.
"Okay ... Mickey it is!"
"And you're Vivian!" He looked down into her face, serious now. "You now have two choices ..." he went on. "You can tell the dirty, no-good hog rider to get lost ... split the scene ... or secondly, you can accept my invitation for a drink!"
"You've got the most original line ... I've ever heard!" Vivian commented. "... And, you don't sound like I thought you'd sound!"
"What do you mean ...?"
"Well ... I thought you'd use all kinds of slang ... and rough talk ... you know ... like a tough guy ..."
"I talk that way, too! I'm a college drop-out ... I'd be an engineer, now ... if I'd stayed in school!" he explained.
"... And you want ... to buy me a drink?"
"Yes ... and the reason, of course ... is I'd like to know you better ... much better!" His smile bordered on lewdness.
Her heart jumped with excitement. She had never dreamed that she would actually meet this man. Yes! She had smiled at him, on purpose ... hoping ... but this was too much for her. He was really inviting her for a drink ... with a sort of promise for further exciting things ... Did she dare?
Yes! She did dare! The exhilaration of Mickey's open admiration for her ... in contrast to Stan Brewster's earlier rejection, did something for her womanly ego.
"All right!" she agreed. "I'll have one drink with you ... if you really want me to!"
His eyes swept over her trim figure, from head to toe, liking what he saw and wondering: Does she dig what I want from her ... or is she just a stupid, little cock-teaser? "That's what I want!" he told her. And, I usually get what I want!"
She was startled for a moment. "Oh I see ... now you're the tough guy ..."
"Yeah ... that's it! Let's go!"
For an instant, she was frightened. He was so mercurial. One moment he was polite; the next he was a roughneck, and she doubted she should even go with him, now. There was no telling what might happen ... what could develop. Harry's warning about not getting involved with this man came churning back into her mind. God! What if I get into something over my head ... something I couldn't handle ... like if he got violent ... or something like that? She hesitated, shrinking away from him.
Firmly" he took hold of her arm, his smile charming, his voice well modulated. "Come on!" he grinned down at her, boyishly. "Let's go have that drink ... and I'll let you go back to your square, establishment-type husband, who no doubt waves the flag, believes in the sanctity of God, Mother ... and Apple Pie ...!"
She giggled, nervously, and allowed herself to be led from the curio store to a bar just three doors down. Their entrance drew stares and a rustle of comments among the tourist patrons. Mickey selected an empty booth near the rear of the bar and gave the order to a waitress, who appeared as soon as they were seated. He chose Bourbon and water. Her drink was a Martini.
"I probably shouldn't be doing this ..." she offered, feeling somewhat guilty that she was doing it against Harry's orders.
"Your husband ...?"
"Yes ... you described him to a Tee ... a while ago!"
And I suppose he also dislikes motorcycle bums ... like me?"
"He's terribly prejudiced!"
"... But you ... what do you think ...?" he asked, serious, again.
"Well ... I think you're terribly exciting!"
Their drinks arrived. Mickey paid for them, lifted his drink, toasted her, silently, and took a healthy swallow. Vivian sipped her martini and regarded his profile. He is sort of handsome ... a kind of wild, animal-like man ... and there's a certain sexy thing about him ... that almost makes me want to ... to make some kind of play for him ...!
... But, she knew she wouldn't. It'd be breaking her promise ... the agreement she had with Harry ... and he'd told her, already, what he thought about an involvement with people like Mickey Blackum.
"Is that all ...?" he asked, leering at her.
"Well ... I'd also have to say that there's a certain wildness ... about you ... maybe untamed is a better word!" she said, thinking unconsciously about ... how he would be in bed ... the sexy things ... he could do to a woman ... to her! She raised her martini to her lips, again, taking a long drink of the gin, this time; then she attempted to change the subject. "Why don't you tell me ... what it's like to live your kind of life ...?"
"What do you want to know ...?"
"Well ... do you work? Are you married? Where do you live ... when you're not out riding around on your motorcycles?"
"Slow down!" he grunted. "Let's. take them one at a time!"
Mickey launched into a somewhat detailed answer, telling her he worked only when he needed money ... no, he wasn't married, and motorcycles were a cheap form of transportation.
As he launched into other reasons for riding motorcycles, she stopped him to ask, "Isn't there a girl with you? Does she stay with you ... all the time? What does she do ...?"
"Well ... the girl's my mama sort of like a common-law wife ...!" he explained.
Her questions went on and on. Mickey answered. Their drinks were finished. He ordered another round ... and finally another. Vivian was almost mesmerized by his talk ... his animal magnetism, and as the alcohol befogged her brain, he became ever more fascinating to her. Dimly, she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She was becoming sexually aroused ... tempted, almost beyond reason, to offer herself to this magnificent, animal of a man. There was that delicious, pervading warmth in her loins, the moist readiness between her legs that caused her to cross and re-cross them, in an attempt to find a comfortable position. God! It'd be exciting to be fucked ... by a man ... like this! She thought about Harry, for a moment. Hell! What Harry doesn't know ... won't hurt him! Before they had started swinging ... and joined the swap club, Harry had had a number of torrid affairs, operating under that same principle. Anyway ... he was threatening to go after that Brewster woman ... on his own ... and leave me out of it ... completely ... but I don't care, now! Stan Brewster was too chicken-hearted ... to take what I was offering him! Damn him! The more I think about it ... the madder I get ... the way he acted so offended when I was feeling his cock! Any other man would have been panting to make it with me ... but not him! I still wonder ...
She didn't have to wonder about Mickey. He was all man! His eyes devoured her. She knew that he, like most men, had been mentally undressing her, and she felt as though she had nothing more to hide from him. The raw desire for her was there in the hot salaciousness of his bold, unwavering stare, his open appreciation of her loveliness, but he had, so far, said nothing in the way of making a pass at her. He had, also, carefully refrained from touching her ... yet she was hot for him. God! Dare she cross the invisible line of propriety to let him know what she was feeling ... what she wanted?
Vivian had done it often, before, with several different men ... just as she had with Stan Brewster, but his man, Mickey Blackum was different; somehow, she knew his wildness could be dangerous. Harry's warning was still there, lodged somewhere in a far corner of her mind ... but she ignored it.
Feeling only her sexual excitement of the moment, she turned her smoky, grey eyes on him ... and her hand, below, silently reinforced her message, as her fingers touched his thigh, lightly, and inched their salacious way toward his crotch, until they feather-brushed across the hardened shaft of his massive penis. She felt it throb warmly through the heavy denim of his jeans.
Mickey's dark eyes were flooded, instantly, with passionate desire. Damn! She's asking for it ... plain as hell!
He grinned at her, lewdly, asking, "You like it ... Doll?"
"What ...? Oh ... excuse me ...!" She was flustered. Quickly, she tried to withdraw her hand, but he was too fast for her. He caught her hand and held it close up against the pulsing bulk of his cock in his pants. "If you like it ... have a good feel ... then we'll go try it ... for size!" he leered, enjoying her discomfiture.
"No ... please, Mickey ... I-I don't know what made me ... do that! It was ... accidental!"
"Accidental, hell!"
With his free hand, he picked up his drink and drained the glass. "Let's go!" he barked. His voice was hard as steel.
Then, keeping a tight grip on her arm, he walked her from the dimly lighted bar into the waning afternoon sunshine. Vivian was stunned by his sudden action, and she knew, as they reached the outside that it was all a gross mistake. She was out of her element with this roughneck.
"Let me go!" she hissed, unwilling to cause a scene that might attract attention. "You're hurting me!"
The motorcycle gang leader paid no attention to her pleadings, as he led her to his big motorcycle. "There's a nice spot ... up by the falls ... out of the way ... no people around! We'll go up there!"
"L-Listen ...! Listen to me Mickey! It's all a big mistake! I really don't ... want to ... go anywhere ... with you!"
They had reached his machine. "What ...?" He stared at her, disbelief on his face. "There's no mistake! You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so that's what we'll do!"
"No! You don't understand! I-I didn't mean to ... to ..."
"The hell you didn't mean it!" he grated. " ... Unless you're just a little cock-teaser ... and if there's anything I hate it's having some broad throw it around ... just for show and tell ... and then try to cop out!"
Suddenly, Vivian jerked herself free of his strong grasp and ran toward her car. She was desperate, now! The man was dangerous! She had seen the smoldering madness in his eyes, and his swift change from amiability ... to raw, animal lust, mixed with his instant, flaming anger, frightened her.
Mickey could have caught her, easily ... but a struggle with her in public wasn't worth it.
The whole thing would be misunderstood ... marked down in the police blotters as assault ... attempted kidnap ... and anything else that could be dreamed up. He looked after her, as she ran, like a frightened rabbit, to her car, got into it, started it and drove, rapidly, out of the parking lot. Okay, Baby Doll! You asked for it ... and by God ... you're going to get it! Nobody plays cock-teaser with Mickey Blackum ... because if they do ... they pay for it! He grinned, sardonically, to himself. Damn! It'll be fun ... to take her off that high and mighty high horse she's riding! She'll squirm ... before I'm through with her! Yes! God damn it! She'll squirm ... on the end of my cock ... and love it!
Vivian's heart pounded in her chest! She looked back, briefly, to see Mickey Blackum still standing beside his motorcycle ... and she was relieved that he wasn't following her. Oh, God! It was a horrible mistake! That man isn't normal, somehow. ... and there's no telling what he might do!
She drove fast. Getting back to Harry in their trailer was her only goal, at that instant, and she thought, miserably, about what her husband would say ... if he ever found out ...! He'll never know about it ... if I can help it! Oh, God! I should never have done it ... especially after Harry warned me! ... And... I hope and pray ... nothing else comes of this!
Chapter 5
The outing with the Williams, Lois decided, had been quite pleasant, but she was disturbed. She tried to tell herself it was just imagination ... But, Vivian Williams seemed to be almost too interested in Stan ... almost like she was making a play for him!
Then, there was Harry, Vivian's husband. Why a couple of times I caught him looking at me like he was undressing me with his eyes! She felt flattered ... that he was paying attention to her. But that look ... ugh! It was vile! Like he wanted to ... Lois didn't want to finish the thought to its conclusion ... but she knew he was thinking about sex ... with her as the sexual object. Her voyeuristic experience of the night before had been frightening, in a way; she had learned that ... under the right circumstances, even she might change her mind, rearrange her attitudes and do something she'd be sorry for later ... like wanting to have another man make love to her. She remembered with revulsion how she had reacted ... what she had thought ... If she could help it ... nothing like that would ever really happen!
Driving the short distance back to their campsite, Harry and Vivian Williams had dropped them off at their camper ... after Vivian had pleaded a sudden headache, which ended the day of sightseeing. She had accepted it. Maybe Stan'll take me out to dinner, anyway! It'd be nice ... since we don't really go out often enough ... She hoped it would put Stan in the mood ... for later on ... in bed ...
As they entered their camper, waving goodbye, cheerily to the Williams, Lois asked, "Darling ... can we still go out to dinner, tonight?"
"What ...? Dinner ...? Yeah ... Okay ...!" He roused himself from his reverie long enough to give his wife the answer she wanted. Christ! I'm one stupid son-of-a-bitch! She was practically offering it to me ... on a silver platter ... and I turned her down! There're ways, I suppose ... to carry on an affair ... I should have tried to find out more of what she had in mind ... before I cut her off! Why, hell ... a chance like that doesn't come along very often! ... And is she built! She's got a body that doesn't stop! Nice big breasts ... good hips ... a nice, tight, round ass! Damn it! I could kick myself ... for a crazy, stupid fool!
Then, Lois broke in on him, again. "I'm going to go take my shower, now while there's hardly anybody around!"
"Yeah ... good idea! You go ahead ..." he agreed. "I might do the same thing ... a little later on!"
While Lois went, happily, about the camper getting her things ready, Stan decided to take another look at the engine of the truck ... while away a little time with some tinkering, since there was very little he could do ... as far as undoing the damage he had done to a developing relationship with Vivian Williams. Of course ... maybe she was just playing around ... being a teaser ... but the way she talked she was serious about it ... but the thing I can't figure out is the WHY of it? Why me ...? She didn't know me from Adam!
Stan went outside, walked to the front of the camper and opened the hood to the engine compartment. Idly, he looked inside, studying the engine, but not really seeing it. His mind was still racing ... But, if I ever get another chance ... like this I'll sure as hell take it! Sure! It'd be cheating on Lois ... but damn it ... more and more ... there's nothing there for me! It's just not any fun! There's no charge! All
she'll do is lie there ... telling me I can't do this or that! It's just a few kisses ... hop on ... and hop off, again! Christ ... if she'd just let me play with her cunt ... lick her clitoris ... really get her ready for it ... she'd have an orgasm every time! She seems to think anything but straight fucking is dirty ... and I get good and tired, trying to convince her otherwise! Hell ... I'm getting to the point where I don't care whether I fuck her or not! I just can't get as excited as I should! She's got such a great body ... but she won't use it ... for what it was designed for... for sex pleasure!
He heard Lois leave for the bath house. Maybe ... I'll try, again, tonight ... to get her to go the oral route ... put some zing back into our sex life! Come to think about it ... there hasn't been much of it, lately! He spotted a frayed wire leading to the headlights. Deciding that he ought to wrap it with some electrical tape, he went to the storage compartment in the side of the camper to get it.
Just then, he heard a car crunch by on the park road, below the campsite. He looked up, recognized the car, instantly; it was the big Mercury station wagon they had been riding in earlier. Vivian Williams was driving ... and she was alone! Stan made up his mind, right then! Hell! Maybe there was something he could do ... after all! She's alone ... and probably going down to the village! It's only about a mile ... and I could walk down there ... maybe get to talk to her ... find out what she's thinking! Hell ... I might be able to get something going with her ... besides I need the exercise ... and the walk'll do me some good!
Closing the hood of the truck, he went inside the camper, found a piece of paper and scribbled a note to Lois, telling her he had gone for a walk down to the village.
With a spring in his step and a blithe whistle on his lips, Stan set off at a fairly brisk pace. Damn ... with a little luck ...
It was an invigorating walk; he enjoyed the clear, smog free air that pumped in and out of his lungs as he hiked along. Arriving at the rustic village, he spotted the Williams' car in the parking lot ... and in a very few minutes of poking around in the various stores and bars, he found Vivian. She was seated in a booth, at the rear of one of the bars ... and she was with a black bearded, leather-clad motorcycle bum. Well ... I'll be damned!
He sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer. He drank it, slowly, glancing covertly at them and came to the conclusion that it was her own damned business what she did ... And, I don't have any business interfering ...! She sure must be desperate ... trying to get her kicks with a character like that!
Stan had intended to drink only one beer, but he ordered a second and drank it as he watched Harry Williams' wife giving her rapt attention to the bearded gang leader, for of course, he had recognized him as the one who had passed them on the road, the day before, with a jeer and a flipping middle finger. Finishing off the second glass of beer, he left the bar. There's no point in sticking around here!
He stopped into-one of the rustic curio shops, bought some picture post cards and a scarf for Lois, feeling he should bring something back for her ... if only to prove he had actually visited the village. Then, carrying his small package, he headed back toward their campsite, the camper ... and his wife.
Strolling along the road, in no particular hurry, he enjoyed the scenery. He was, perhaps, only a quarter mile from the camp, when he glanced back over his shoulder to see the Williams' Mercury station wagon approaching, rapidly. As the car came close, he saw Vivian's tense, frightened face. Hell! Something's wrong! He waved his arms at her, vigorously and shouted, "Stop! Hey ... Vivian! Stop! How about a ride?"
Oh, it's Stan! Thank God! She brought the car to a squealing stop, glancing back down the road and seeing only Stan Brewster dog-trotting up to her. She was still afraid that Mickey Blackum might be following ... somewhere behind.
He was at the side of the car, now; Vivian looked up at him, her frightened grey eyes the only spot of color in her white, fearful face.
"What's wrong ... Vivian?"
"Oh, S-Stan ... I'm scared! It's M-Mickey Blackum! He ... might be f -following me!"
"Why ...?" He looked back down the empty road.
"He ... wanted to take me ... up in the hills ... s-somewhere on his motorcycle and ..."
"... And, what ...? Fuck you ...?"
She looked down, her face flushing, slightly, "Yes ..." she trembled.
"What in the hell did you pick him up for then?"
Her eyes questioned.
"I saw you ... in the bar with him!" he explained. "He seems like a damned poor choice!"
Stan saw that she was shaking, violently, and knew she was in no condition to be driving. "Slide over!" he said, firmly. "I'll drive you the rest of the way!"
She obeyed, and Stan opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
"I was angry ... I guess ..." Vivian tried to explain. "I was mad at H-Harry ... and mad at you ... too ... for ... for ..."
"... For turning you off ... during lunch?"
"Hell ... what did you want me to do ... grab you and lay you right there ... in the restaurant ...?" he asked, exaggerating.
"N-No but we could have been alone ... tonight and ..."
"We'd have been taking a chance of your husband catching us!" he reminded her.
"No ... it would have been all right ... with Harry!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean ... h-he wouldn't do anything ..."
Stan looked at her, questioningly, not understanding, so she went on, "He does what he wants ... and I do what I want!"
"So you tried to pick me up ...?"
"Yes ... b-but there's a reason!" She looked away, not wanting to tell him ... yet; it was the wrong time. Looking back down the road, she saw nothing on it, and heaved a sigh of relief. Now, that she had Stan Brewster alone ... she might be able to carry on ... from where she had left off, at lunch, when he had rejected her advances. She would know, in just a little while whether or not he was interested. "Why don't you drive around, for a while ... maybe we can find a nice ... private spot someplace ... where we can talk ..." she suggested.
"O ... Or ... fuck ...?" His boldness in making the further suggestion amazed her. It had just come rolling out of his mouth.
"... Or ... both!" Vivian told him, her heart leaping with excitement. Well! Maybe he's coming out of his shell ...!
Stan put the car in drive and released the emergency brake. He drove quite slowly. The road led past the two camping spaces, but there was no way he could avoid passing them. He'd just have to chance being seen, either by Lois or Harry ... but Harry-according to Vivian-was no longer any problem.
Passing his campsite, he saw nothing of his wife, Lois. He sighed with relief, "Well ... my wife didn't see us!"
Vivian smiled and slid across the seat close to him. Likewise, he passed the Williams' trailer. Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"We're in the clear ... now!" Vivian said in a conspiratorial tone, snuggling close against his shoulder, her hand dropping, eagerly, to his lap to feel the heated bulge of his growing erection.
"This's where we left off at lunch!" he remarked.
"When you ... so-so forcefully took my hand away ... damn it!"
"Well ... we don't have to go over that, again!" Stan told her, shifting his position, slightly, in the seat, and allowing his thighs to spread a little more. Hell ... if she wants to play ... I won't stop her, now!
She knew what to do.-His change of position was all the signal she needed. With deft, sure knowledge, she zipped down the fly of his pants, her hand squirming inside to find the hardening shaft of his cock. She brought it out into the cooling air of the late afternoon and gasped, involuntarily, as she saw and felt its far above average adequacy. He glanced down to see her tiny hand holding it. Her bold approach, the erotic change of having this strange woman diving into his pants like that, caused it to jerk, throbbingly, in her hand, and he thought: Christ! If Lois would only break loose with something like this ... once in a while ... it'd be a whole new ball game!
Vivian was ecstatic. Oh, it's going to be nice ... after all! MMMmmmmmm! "Stan ... darling ... you surprised me! It's even bigger than I thought it was!"
"Yeah ...? Well I guess it's big enough ... to get the job done!" He was flattered but felt he had to be self-effacing.
"I have to tell you this ..." she breathed into his ear. "Do you know what I thought ... when you took my hand off of it?"
"No ... what ...?"
"I thought you might be gay ... or something like that!"
"The hell you did!?" Stan snorted. "I'm far from that! Except for when I was a kid ... experimenting around ... you know just growing up ... trying to find out what it was all about ... I've never had any yen for that sort of thing ... especially after I found out about girls ...
and cunts!"
"That's a relief!" she sighed. "I like my men ... to be all man!"
"Well ... can't you feel it there in your hand?"
"Oh, God, yes ... and I can't wait to feel it shoved into my cunt!" Vivian murmured, leaning down across his lap, her lips coming down to kiss the blood-inflated head of his cock.
As her lips made moist contact with the red satin of the corona, Stan moaned with the intense pleasure of the sensations her mouth caused. Damn! She's really hot for it! ... And I haven't felt so hot and bothered ... for a good long time!
Harry Williams spent his time lounging in a folding camp chair, listening to a portable radio and drinking beer. He had just stepped inside the trailer for another cold can of brew, when he saw his station wagon coming up the road, but when he came back out a moment later, fully expecting to see his wife, Vivian getting out of the car, he was totally surprised. I'll be damned! She went right on by!
Looking up the road, he saw the big Mercury. There were two people inside. Vivian was the passenger ... and the driver was a man. He shaded his eyes to look closer and recognized the driver as Stan Brewster. An instant grin of deep satisfaction creased his big face. Vivian came through after all ... it looks like! Now ... the fun begins!
He set the can of beer down on the table and hurried to the rear of the trailer. Opening the storage compartment he removed a folding bicycle, assembled it, went inside to get his binoculars and peddled, happily off in the direction his car had gone. There's one thing for sure ... they can't go very far on this road!
It was only about a half-mile farther on that he found the station wagon pulled off the road. A high, steep slope to the right ruled out his quarry's going up there, so he searched to the left, in the stream bed. He spotted them with his binoculars. Stan and Vivian were just disappearing around a bend of the stream where they would be hidden from the road. Stan, Harry noted, was carrying a blanket. Well ... they're going to do some serious fucking ... I guess, from the looks of things! Got their arms around each other ... and everything ... just like a couple of kids... going off to tear off a piece of ass ... behind the barn!
Putting his binoculars back in the case, he fished his car keys out of his pocket, got into his car and eased it carefully back into the road, hoping that the roar of the falls, unseen around the next bend, would cover the sound of the car's motor. He swung the car around in the road and drove down to where he had left the bicycle. Putting the homely looking but functional vehicle in the back of the station wagon he drove, rapidly, down the road to the camping area. It won't be long now! Lois Brewster's going to be surprised to see me!
* * *
Luckily, there were few tourists, who took the little side trip to these particular falls. There had been no cars on the road, which pleased Stan, and the spot he selected, in the stream bed, could not be seen from the road. Across the stream was an unbroken wilderness. It was perfect. He spread the blanket on the sand and reached for Harry's wife, to kiss her for the first time.
She came into his arms, easily, lifting her mouth to his. Their lips welded and tongues became busy, searching and savoring, while hands roamed, to find hollows, curves and hard muscle. After a few moments, she twisted her head aside and murmured, "Stan ... darling ... there's one thing I have to tell you ... b-before it's too late!"
He released her and she sank down onto the blanket. Mystified, Stan sat down beside her, trying to take her into his arms, again. He was impatient. There had been too much talk, already, as far as he was concerned. Vivian shrugged his hands away. "No! Not yet! I'm serious ... I have to tell you something ... before we can go any further!"
Visions of several things clicked through his mind: Disease? Physical malformation? Menstruation? Pregnancy? ... "Well ... what the hell is it? Don't be so mysterious!"
"Do you remember ... I told you ... that Harry and I do our own things?" she asked.
"Yeah ... you said Harry didn't mind ..."
"... That's only part of it!" she explained. "There's a little catch ... to it ..."
Stan's face creased in a frown. "A little catch ... eh? Like how much is it? Is that what you mean ... you're peddling it?" He reached for his wallet in his back pocket.
Vivian stared at him, aghast. "Stan!" she gasped. "That's absolutely disgusting! I'm not talking about money!" With a quick movement, she gathered herself and sprang to her feet. "Besides ... it's insulting ... and I'm leaving ... now!"
Quickly, he caught her hand, pulled her down to him and smothered her in his arms, his lips finding hers, again, to kiss her hard and meaningfully. After a moment or two, she relaxed and began kissing him back.
Then, when he broke the kiss, he growled, "I'm sorry ... Vivian ... I misunderstood ... but if it isn't that ... what in the hell is it?"
"I guess we're even ... on the misunderstanding, now ..." she smiled, somewhat sheepishly. "... But what I'm talking about is a trade ... me for you and your wife, Lois ... for Harry!"
It was Stan's turn to stare at her, disbelieving what he had heard. "Am I hearing you right ...?" he gulped. "Do you mean ... you're doing this ... with me ... so that your husband'll get a crack at Lois?"
"Yes ..."
"My God ... I don't know ... she's so ..."
"So ... what, Stan ...?"
"Well, hell ... I might as well tell you! She's such a hidebound, puritan type ... that I-I ... haven't been much interested, lately ... in having sex with her!" he explained.
"Then ... you wouldn't have any objections ...?"
"Hell yes ... I would! She's still my wife ... and I do love her!"
"... But you do want me ... don't you?"
"Yes ... but ... I couldn't throw her to somebody else!"
"All you have to do is agree to let Harry operate his own way!"
"Give him a clear field ... in other words ...?"
"That's the idea ... and she can make up her own mind ... Okay?"
Stan tried to visualize his wife in another man's arms, being fucked by him. It was no use; the pictures wouldn't form in his mind, but he knew it would be an actuality ... if he accepted the terms of Vivian's offer. It's a damned big decision! ... And, I can't see Lois going along with it!
Vivian's hands were busy on him, again, as she used her fingers to outline the bulge of his hard cock inside his pants. "Well ... lover ... have you made up your mind?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he grunted. "Come here! I want to fuck you!"
"OOH, YES, Stan! I want you to ... I want you to fuck me ... hard! I want you to ... tear me apart ... with your big ... hard cock!"
He knew he should have not been so hasty. Lois had just been committed to a sexual encounter with Harry Williams ... without her knowledge ... or consent ... because of his lust for the beautiful, black-haired wife of the other man ... But, damn it ... let's face it ... Lois just doesn't do anything for me!
Resolutely, he reached out to the clasps at the back of her halter top, unhooked them and helped her to shrug free of the skimpy garment. There was no bra underneath. The full, round orbs of her satin-smooth breasts were liberated to his fascinated gaze. Instantly, he cupped the pliant flesh of them in his hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and rolling the hardening cameo-pink nipples between his fingers. He felt them distend and throb to erection as he manipulated them to spiky cones of sensitive flesh.
Then, while he nuzzled, licked and kissed her breasts, Vivian undid the zipper at the side of her tight-fitting slacks. She knelt up, kicked off her sandals, and he helped her, pulling the stretch material of her capris down over the svelte curve of her hips and buttocks. She rid herself of the slacks and tossed them aside. Her panties followed, and she was naked. Stan drank in the beauty of her body for a moment, before he pulled her down beside him on the blanket. His mouth came down hard on her lips, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth. She sucked at it, while his hands explored her body, moving down over the smoothness of her back to the rounded, resilient protuberances of her buttocks, where his fingers dug in, cruelly, as he kneaded the flesh of them through his fingers.
Her hands were certainly not idle. She reached, found and zipped, his fly coming open, then she unbuckled his belt, before her hand dipped in to liberate his massive, hard cock from his confining pants. She fondled it, feeling its great length and girth. It was warm and pulsing in her hand ... and hard as granite, and she felt it throb to even greater erectile dimensions.
Gently, Vivian used her nails to scratch, lightly, up and down the hard length of his prick; then, she reached under to cup his sperm-bloated testicles, and she used her nails again to taunt them. She heard him gasp, involuntarily, his cock jerking in her light-fingered grasp ... seeming to grow harder, yet, as she titillated him to vibrant readiness.
Using both hands, now, she grasped the shaft of his cock and squeezed it ... hard. Then, she began to twist and wring, her hands going in opposite directions, as though she were expressing water from a rinsed garment. It was a deliciously erotic sensation that sent almost excruciating sexual excitement swarming through the length of his prick. It brought a short, sharp intake of breath from him, and a deep-throated moan was wrung, from his lips. Without warning he broke the deep, soul kiss and sprang, suddenly, to his feet, clawing at his clothes to get them off.
Vivian had to release his cock, as he jumped up to his feet, but she recovered it quickly, her mouth following her hands. She knelt before him, milking back the loose fold of his foreskin to reveal the red, blood-engorged cock-head, her lips seeking it to kiss and lick, her tongue swirling, maddeningly around it, as she teased and taunted it, expertly; meanwhile, Stan stripped off his shirt and undershirt and flung them, aside. Christ! He hadn't been this excited ... in a hell of a long time! Looking down, he saw her pink tongue licking at him ... almost as a child licks an ice cream cone. Then, he knew what he wanted!
"Suck it!" he breathed. "Suck my cock ... first!"
Without hesitation, her lips quickly encompassed the silky-smooth corona, her tongue running in circles around the flanges, then flattening along the frenulum to suck like a nursing baby; finally, the sinuous tip of her tantalizing lingual member teased at the slitted head of his cock, trying to insinuate its agile tip into the tiny orifice. His prick throbbed, achingly, in her mouth, and instinctively, his hips began to undulate back and forth, and she began to absorb more and more of his ample length and breadth, her lips sliding down and down over the shaft of his cock, until more than half of it was moistly sheathed in the warmth of her working mouth and throat. Delightful sensations cascaded through him. It felt wild ... and insane, in the extreme. God damn it! I've got to fuck her ... now! He wanted to shove his cock into her squirming cunt ... and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight!
"God! That's enough ... now! Leave enough of it ... for me to fuck you with!" he groaned, reaching down, under her arms to hoist her up to him. Reluctantly, she was forced to release his throbbing cock from her voracious mouth; then, with desperate speed, he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. His shorts followed in a second. He kicked the clothing aside, carelessly, as he stood fully nude, now, before her. He grinned with quiet satisfaction, when Vivian's eyes locked onto the lancing, massive hardness of his prick.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes ... and to think ... I almost missed out ... altogether!"
Quickly, then, he gathered her into his arms, his hands going around her to the lush fullness of her globoid buttocks, his fingers digging into them to feel their smooth, round pliancy. Pulling her in hard and close, he slipped the hard shaft of his cock in between her legs, parting the soft, dark hair ringing her cunt-slit and sawed it back and forth in the sensate flesh of her furrow. He felt the lubricious moisture and the pulsing warmth her cunt generated. The spiky hardness of her coned-out nipples pushed in hard against his chest as her arms went around him, her hands smoothing across the mascularity of his strong back, then dropping down to his waist and down over the lithe suppleness of his trim, flat buttocks to pull him, likewise, hard into her loins, until their pubes were in solid contact and the head of his cock nestled, firmly, all the way between her legs and back against the tiny, crinkled orifice of her anus.
Standing together, there, observed only by the primal wilderness, they were, for now, the only man and the only woman-or the first man and first woman-as they danced the ritual dance of sex, moving undulantly, against each other, his big cock rubbing, maddeningly, against the sensitive bud of her clitoris, as she straddled the hardened rod of his more than adequate prick.
"You do want it ... don't you?" Stan rasped, his throat dry. "You want me to ... fuck you?"
"Oh, God ... I can hardly wait ... to get your cock in me! Fuck me! Fuck me ... quick!" she moaned. "... Before I go out of my mind!"
Stan released her. She sank down on the blanket, lowering herself to it to lie on her back, her beautifully tapered thighs splaying out, obscenely, to receive him, while her hands went to her own breasts to cup and fondle then slide down across her flat belly to massage the inside of her thighs, her hands finally framing the heated flesh of her cunt. He watched her for a moment, as her hips described tiny circles of desire under her, and her eyes were drawn, magnetically, to the spear of his hard cock, a smile of lewd anticipation spreading across her lovely face.
"I still don't believe it!" she gasped, then giggled, girlishly. "You know ... when Harry told me ... about you ... I thought you'd be ordinary!" She held up her arms, invitingly.
"Would you say then ... that I'm extraordinary ...?" he asked lowering himself down between her thighs.
"Oh God yes! You've got plenty of extra!"
The moment his flesh touched her she shivered with sensual delight, her limbs trembling with ecstatic anticipation.
"I'm going to stuff you full of cock ... now!" he grated.
"Please ... lover! That's exactly what I want! I want it wild ... and hard ... and deep!"
Their mouths locked, tongues searched and tasted, and she rubbed her undulant body against him, raising her loins to him to find the hardened rod of his prick ... but he was holding himself poised above her, not ready yet to plumb the depths of her cuntal passage. There was one other thing he wanted!
His mouth left hers and moved down, hungrily, over her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he went. Then, he paid homage to the magnificent hemispheres of her satiny, alabaster-white breasts, their coral, spiked-out nipples sensitively vibrant as he sucked and nipped at them, which brought gasps of both pain and pleasure from her lips.
Then, his mouth moved down and away, and his body slithered downward over hers, his hands replacing his mouth on the tingling mounds of her sensate breasts, kneading and massaging, his strong-fingered digging into their soft resiliency bringing her a mass of delightfully erotic sensations.
... And, now ... his lips were on her ribs, below her breasts ... and moving ... on down to the firmness of her flat belly, his tongue taunting and exploring the recess of her navel, briefly; then they were moving away, following the line of down on her abdomen, until they arrived at the almost jet-black triangle of pubic hair mounded there.
Sliding his hands underneath her smooth buttocks that undulated, lithely, against his palms, he lifted them up to him, his tongue darting out to explore the inner softness of her satiny tapered thighs.
Vivian's loins were, now, a seething whirlpool of rapturous expectation, as she anticipated the exquisite sensation of his tongue on and in her searing cunt. It was almost as though her cunt was the vortex of that whirlpool ... and he was being drawn down into it ...
Without warning, his tongue shot out, darting into her cuntal opening like a striking snake. Deep into the warm, liquid depths it went, sending a sharp, shivering spasm of uncontrolled ecstasy up through her spine. The electric sensations arced in her with the fury of lightning ... savage and unconquered.
She moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Stan ... darling! That feels wonderful ... absolutely marvelous!"
Unceasingly, he licked and sucked at her, pressuring up through the sensate flesh of her furrow to find and draw up her clitoris into his mouth. It came to full, throbbing erection under his sensuously tantalizing tongue. Now, Vivian had to have him inside her. She wanted that huge cock of his drubbing deep into her cunt, turning her inside out ... splitting her in two ... destroying her with its titanic power. She wanted to be subdued and subjugated by it! ... And, she wanted it now ...with all her being! God! She had to have it ... more than anything else in the world!
She pulled at his hair. Her eyes were closed. She was completely overpowered by the ecstasy coursing through her.
"Shove it in me!" she demanded. Ram that big cock of yours ... into my fucking cunt and fuck me ... with it! Fuck me! Oh, God Fuck me to death with it!"
Nothing mattered but this moment ... this moment of sex! She felt as if she were nothing but an unfilled cunt ... a cunt that throbbed and ached for fulfillment. She was Cunt; he was Cock! ... And there was only the lovely, swirling, exultantly exhilarating sensations of her vibrant, throbbing pussy, as it waited, impatiently, expectantly ... for the entrance of his massively solid cock.
Stan's lean, muscular body squirmed up over her, wedging her thighs wide apart. She was moistly flowered open to him, more than ready for his plunging entrance. Then, as he poised there, above her, her eyes misted with the power of her emotion, and she begged, "Oh ... please ... don't make me wait!"
Smoothly, then, he went into her, the great hardened shaft of his cock, with its bulbous, lust-inflated head, bursting into the resilient, moist cuntal portal, suddenly, ... shatteringly. It spread the elastic, coraline walls of her vagina, as it raced full speed ahead, plunging far up into the seat of her being, nudging past her cervix, painfully, to lodge hard against the back wall of her warm, needful cuntal passage to bring her the long-awaited pleasure-pain she wanted ... and needed.
Harry Williams' wife screamed under him. It was a long, drawn-out scream of sensual rapture. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed with passion and her thighs quivered, as she received him to the fullest. His cock was thrust to the hilt in her. His pubic bone crashed into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls smacked hard into the hairless crevice between the fully rounded orbs of her buttocks.
Then, he began to saw his cock in and out of her cunt, fucking her with feral energy, never stopping, always probing deeper and deeper, pinning her to the blanket, pressing her legs back farther and farther, his great, hardened prick screwing and fucking into her cunt like a monster reptile sent from the underworld to gorge itself on her flesh. He was like a man gone insane as he plundered her tender, clasping cunt.
Vivian pulled her thighs back until they mashed down hard against the tingling, swelling mounds of her breasts, exposing the festive table of her loins to the feeding monster of his foraging cock. Her hips were undulant, rising in counterpoint to his hard, thrusting cock; together, they composed a great symphony of sexual desire, its soaring central theme one of torrid sensuality as they moved closer to the smashing finale.
Vivian's loins were a blazing furnace, the searing flames blotting out all rational thought, except those of pleasure, and she was aware only of the jabbing, thrusting, coupling of cock and cunt, below, and the slapping of flesh on flesh, which sounded loud in the forest stillness. She heard, also, the liquid sounds of the viscous lubricants of her vaginal walls as he pistoned in and out of her pulsating cuntal sheath.
Acutely, she was aware of his hands that ran over her body, their warmth on her sensate skin like licking flames over a hearth-log and his lips were on her mouth, her throat ... her swollen breasts, sucking, licking and biting, his teeth nibbling at the erect buds of her nipples, until tiny rivulets of blood sprang from them to flood his mouth with the salty flavor of it. Her passion soared with the masochistic pleasure; it heightened the overpowering ecstasy of her desire-filled cunt, as his body covered her, the hot friction of him deliciously swarming against her, his hard-muscled body straining to bury the Herculean length of his cock to the very hilt in her pulsatingly lustful cunt with every downward plundering, goring thrust.
... Then, they both heard it, distinctly, but at that moment, as they drove toward the rapture of sexual climax, they could not have stopped to find out what it was. It was the sound of thrashing brush, on the bank above them, as something-or someone-moved through the thick chaparral, rapidly, noisily. It could have been a frightened animal ... a deer perhaps ... or a horse that had wandered away from its corral ... But, to the couple on the blanket, nothing mattered but the flaming passion that had caught them up in a boiling cauldron of molten steel, melding their flesh, blending them into one sensate being, aware only of the sensations of flaming rapture ... of the imminent release for which they strove.
Stan Brewster filled her. He filled her ... and fulfilled her, completely; it was almost as though his rampaging cock was a missing, complementary part of herself ... and she wished it could go on and on forever ... just like this ... being fucked and fucking back in wild abandon. God ... Oh, God! If she could have only one wish it would be that ... and she would be happy for the rest of her life ... wanting or needing nothing else!
She gasped. Incoherent words came tumbling out of her mouth, as she panted for breath, her body reaching out to grasp the orgasm that was coming to her, bringing a release from the agony of waiting ... from the overwhelming ecstasy of nerves too long supercharged with sex sensations.
"Screw me ... Stan! Fuck me! Fuck me ... forever ... just like this! Oh, God ... ram it in deeper. OOOoooh! That's it! I-I'm just ... about ... ready ... to ... cum! Oh, God! I am! I'm CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGG! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"
Vivian writhed convulsively, under him, panting out her orgasm, as she soared to meet it and waves of body-relaxing, soul-satisfying release were hers to savor. She heard the wailing rasp of his breath, and she knew he would cum ... soon.
His massive cock was a punishing, goring horn as it rampaged in and out of her with relentless fury. It made her whole body tingle, as she took him deep, up into her belly.
Feeling the scorching burn of his ejaculation, as it was liberated from his sperm-laden balls, Stan suddenly stiffened above her, his back arching in one final, slamming thrust into the viscid moisture of her pulsing cuntal flesh. Then, he was spewing his semen far up into her vaginal sheath, his cock pumping wildly, while ecstatic sensations of relaxing euphoria swept over him, leaving him weak ... and completely satisfied. He grunted his pleasure, as his prick continued to spasm, involuntarily, for a few moments; then he collapsed, dropping his weight full upon her, still cradled between her soft, beautiful, widespread thighs. He felt drained ... figuratively as well as literally, after that final, frantic effort to satisfy her ... and himself.
It was a dream. It was a heavenly vision of sexual fulfillment ... and it was heaven, itself, to own such exquisite happiness ... to know that it resided in your body ... and that you could share it with another person ... and Vivian reflected upon how lucky she was ... how unbelievably glorious it was to enjoy sex to the fullest ... with a real man ... like Stan! How wonderful it was. We're almost ... like Adam ... and Eve ... or are Stan and I the King and Queen of sex ...? Out here ... by ourselves ... away from everybody ... stark naked ... in the wilds I'm the Queen of Cunt ... and Stan's the King of Cock! She knew it was a fantasy ... but a fantasy woven from the sexual satiety she felt.
Finally, after several moments, their breathing under control, now, their bodies relaxed, Vivian began, rhythmically, to squeeze the rapidly detumescent length of his cock, using the interior muscles of her still gently clasping vagina. It was an exquisitely sensual feeling for him ... and for her. She did it several times.
Stan moaned, "God! That feels good! Do it some more!"
She did.
Again, hot blood rushed into the almost flaccid tube of his prick, and it became alertly erect and ready.
"Do you want me to fuck you ... again ... Vivian ...?" he asked, knowing that it was what he wanted, too.
"Oh, God ... Yes, Stan, darling! ... And ... don't stop! Don't let it ever stop!" she moaned, as his mouth welded to hers.
... And, together, in the rapidly waning light of the late afternoon, they began, again to explore each other's bodies ... to learn ... to know ... to give and to take, their pleasure coming to them in waves to their tinglingly sensual bodies ... and they forgot ... Each was married to someone else!
Chapter 6
Thundering into the campsite on his motorcycle, Mickey Blackum killed the engine and rocked the vehicle onto its stand. He sat still in the saddle and stared around the circle of quiet faces. The three men sat, hunkered down on their heels, holding paper plates full of savory stew, from which they had been eating. Peeper Martin looked back at him, a half-insolent smile curling his lips. It was a knowing smile ... and he would bide his time until the knowledge would work for him. Bill Wunder, the Wunder Boy smiled, broadly, his smooth, shiny face showing pinkly in the failing light. His hair was long, so blonde it was almost white, and he looked out through pale, blue eyes. He was boyish ... almost feminine in appearance. It was a deceptive look. He was hard ... tough ... and virile.
Pluckily, Buck Sloan spoke up, "We didn't know when you'd show Mickey ... so we started eating ... already!"
Terry was seated at the concrete camp table. She was already moving toward the stew pot on the fire to serve up a plate of stew for Mickey. They all knew that he was in a cold fury. Almost anything said or done, now, was liable to end in violence.
Getting off of his motorcycle, Mickey stalked toward the fire, only grunting an acknowledgement of Buck's explanation. Silently, he accepted the plate of food from Terry and sat down, opposite her, his back to the others. He began to wolf down the stew.
After a few bites he said, "Peeper ... how come you split off from the bunch ... and came back to the village?"
Martin hadn't expected it. He was chewing a piece of meat, and his answer was low in coming. He shifted, uneasily, trying to swallow.
"God damn it ... Peeper, I asked you a question?" Blackum grated, steel in his voice.
The other man gulped and sputtered, "I just wanted to see what was keeping you ... Thought maybe you got busted or something!"
"That's a lie! I saw you there! You were spying on me!" Mickey roared, whirling, quickly, and hurling the full plate of stew at Peeper Martin. It hit him square in the chest, spattering messily over his leather jacket.
"Christ!" Martin yelled, as he lost his balance and fell backward. He clawed at his boot top for the razor-sharp can-opener he carried there.
Mickey reached him before he could rise, a well-aimed kick of his steel-shod boot sending the weapon spinning out of Peeper's hand. His own switchblade was out, the long blade snicking out, dangerously. He menaced the fallen man, who was now holding his wrist and moaning in pain.
"Now ... start laying it on me ... you bastardly son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled.
"I-I wanted to find out ... why you ... w-wanted to stay in the village?"
"... And did you ...?"
"Y-Yes ... but I-I didn't mean ... any ... any harm ...!"
"You spill your guts to anybody?" Mickey spat out.
"No! No! I swear ...!"
"Make sure you don't! ... Because if you do ... I'll hang you to a tree by your balls! Understand?"
"Yes ...!"
"... And do you know who leads this group ...?"
"You ..."
"Don't forget it ... Peeper! Just don't forget it ... even for a minute!" he threatened, then relaxed, as he went on, "I ought to carve you up a little ... but I'm not going to ... yet! Your punishment's going to be clean-up ... washing pots ... doing laundry ... and all that crap ... understand?"
"That's mama's work ... God damn it!"
"... And, that's what you do!"
Martin was cowed. "Okay ... Okay ... you win!"
The black-bearded leader stepped back and folded his switchblade knife. There was an audible relaxation of tension among the others, who had watched, fearfully, not knowing how far Mickey would go ... how violent he might become.
Terry had no idea of what had caused the trouble between the two men. She knew better than to ask. If Mickey wanted her to know ... he would tell her; otherwise, there was nothing for her to do except keep her mouth shut. She moved toward the fire to ladle up another plate of stew for Mickey.
As the now undisputed leader regained his seat, leaving Peeper Martin groveling on the ground, in the mess of the stew Mickey had flung at him, he barked out, "Terry ... let Peeper do that!"
Seething in his humiliation, Martin did the demeaning, servile task, spooning up a paper plate full of the food and placing it on the table before Mickey Blackum.
Then, as he ate, he told them, "We've got a little project! There's that trailer up the way ... being pulled by a Mercury station wagon. We're going to watch them ... and the first chance we get ... we're all going to get that black-haired bitch ... and ..."
"Gang bang her?!" Peeper finished.
"Yeah ... I might even let you in on it ... if I don't slice off your cock and feed it to you ... first!"
"Mickey! That's rape ... maybe even kidnapping! You don't want to get busted for something like that!" It was Terry who burst in, emotionally.
"Who asked you?" Mickey grated, reaching across the table to slap her soundly. "You just stay out of this and keep your mouth shut. If you want to you can do what you want with the guy ... after he's tied up ... or maybe you'd like to make it with the broad?"
Terry's hand went to her face. It smarted from his slap. She didn't like his plan ... but if she were to ride with Mickey ... keep on being his mama ... there was nothing she could do to stop him from carrying out his evil intentions.
"I'm sorry, Mickey ..." she murmured.
"... And ... just a reminder, Terry ... that's the last time you try to interfere ... understand?"
"Yes ... Mickey ..." God! That poor woman ... whoever she is ... They'll be like animals! At least ... when all four of them make it with me ... they don't mark me up ... but a gang-bang like that ... almost anything could happen ...!
* * *
Feeling refreshed after her long, relaxing shower, Lois Brewster returned to the camper to discover the note from Stan telling her he had gone down to the village. It didn't disturb her, particularly, but she did wonder, idly, what it was that had made him decide to go.
She went about her preparations for their evening out, together, putting on clean, dainty underthings, fixing her blonde hair, brushing it and fixing it, lightly, with a hair spray, then she applied make-up sparingly and tastefully to enhance her own natural beauty, only. She would wear that new mini sheath she had bought a month ago, she decided. It's lucky I packed it and brought it along ... just in case we might go out for an evening of fun But, it was the fun ... afterward, she was thinking about ... hoping she'd be able to coax her husband, Stan, out of his shell ...
Deftly, she slipped into her dress and looked at herself, critically, in the long, narrow mirror.
Yes! Everything was perfect. She was ready far in advance but perhaps, they could go out a little early for a couple of cocktails before dinner ... live it up a little ... relax. Stan does get to feeling ... amorous when he gets just enough to drink! If I can get just enough in him ... without his getting drunk ...
The heavy knock at the door of the camper startled her. She had heard the crunch of a car's tires, but had ignored it, thinking perhaps it was one of the Park Rangers on an inspection tour ... Or, maybe somebody gave Stan a lift from the village.
Opening the door a crack, she looked out to see Harry Williams standing there big and blocky. She knew, instantly, that he was angry. He scowled up at her, grimly.
"May I come in, Mrs. Brewster?" he asked, politely, enough. "I've got to talk to you!"
"Stan isn't here ..." she said, somewhat reluctant to let him in ... alone.
"I know that!" he spat. "That's what I'm here to talk to you about!"
"He's just down in the village ... he should be back, pretty soon ..." Lois offered.
"No! He's not in the village! I just saw him ... up by the falls! Now, can I come in ... because you and I've got to talk ... about what he's doing ... and it's got to be private. I don't think you'd want anybody else to hear ... what I'm going to tell you!"
Something in his words, the look on his face and the mysterious manner of his speaking alarmed her, and against her better judgment. Lois opened the door to allow Harry Williams' huge figure to lumber into the small confines of the camper.
"Wh-What's Stan doing ... that's so ... so mysterious ... or out of the ordinary ...?" she asked, adding, "Stan doesn't ever do anything wrong ... or against the law ..."
The big, barrel-chested man closed the door behind him, with a bang. Turning on her, he spat, "What makes me so damned mad ... is that they're both pulling the wool over our eyes ... or they thought they were ... until I caught them ... dead to rights!"
Lois' eyes widened in further mystification. "What on earth are you talking about ... and who are they ...?"
"Your husband ... and my wife that's who!" Harry gritted. "They're up in the canyon ... above here ... tearing off a piece of ass ... like a couple of farm kids ... out behind the barn!"
She gasped, not wanting to believe. "You m-mean ... Stan ... and Vivian ... are ... are ...?" Unable to finish, she collapsed onto the bench of the breakfast nook, her face in her hands. "I-I can't believe it!"
"I saw them ... with my own eyes!" he held up the binocular case. "They were down in that stream ... fucking like a couple of rutting animals!"
"N-No! No! Stan w-wouldn't ...?! It's not possible!"
"Well ... I guess you don't know your husband ... just like I don't know my wife ... but it's a fact ... and I want you to see for yourself!"
"I-I ... couldn't watch ... him!" she moaned, knowing that her heart would break ... if she actually had to watch her husband make love to another woman.
"That's beside the point!" Harry Williams was grim. "... But something's got to be done about them! They can't go around ... behind our backs ... fucking each other ... without somebody paying the piper!"
"Oh, G-God!" Her mind visualized separation ... divorce ... lawyers asking probing questions, the judge sitting implacably ... finally giving his decision ... property divided ... and she was glad of only one thing, as her mind raced, whiningly: W-We ... don't have a-any children ... yet ... Thank God ...!
"So ... come with me God damn it! You're going to see for yourself exactly what I saw and we can't waste any time getting there because they might be finished ... the way they were going at it!" Harry growled.
Lois, in her dazed state of mind, allowed Harry Williams to put her in his car. She knew it was something she didn't really want to do. Nothing could be gained ... but there was that inkling of doubt ... that necessity to see for herself ... not that she disbelieved Harry-the man seemed to be so sincere, concerned ... agitated at his wife's behavior--; but if she did see it ... it would dispel her indecision. She would be in a better position to make a judgment ... like the legendary Missourian who had to be shown ... first.
Rapidly, Harry Williams drove up the road to the spot where he had found his car parked earlier. He pulled the car off the road, helped Lois out, then holding her hand, he struck off through the brush, to the left of the road, above the stream bed. Lois shrank back, complaining, "The underbrush'll ruin my clothes!"
"Hell ... that's not important ... compared to what else is being ruined ... by them!" He pulled her roughly along, behind him. "It's only a little ways ... anyway!"
True to his word, after they had gone less than fifty yards through the underbrush, they came to the tree-line on the bank, above the stream. Harry used his binoculars to scan the area. Stan and Lois were below on the sand a little further downstream than he had thought they would be. It was a perfect scene!
"Here!" he grunted, handing Lois the high-powered glasses. "Just step up on this log ... and take a look ... right down there ... to the left!" He pointed out the spot.
Her trembling hands accepted the binoculars, and she trained them on the prone figures, below. She couldn't control her involuntary gasp. It was Stan ... and Vivian Williams lay on her back, legs splayed, obscenely, as she cradled Lois' husband between them, his hips rising and falling, rhythmically, driving his hardened penis deep into her vaginal passage.
Lewdly, smiling to himself, Harry watched as the expressions on her face changed from disbelief to acceptance of the fact ... followed by helpless anger ... and despair.
"Believe it, now?" he chortled. "Those glasses put you right down there ... to where you can actually see that big cock of your husband's going right up Vivian's fucking cunt ... don't they?"
Lois was annoyed by his language, but she held her tongue from comment, answering, shakily, "Y-Yes ... I can see ... everything ... real clear!"
"Take a good, long look ... Lois! You'll want to remember exactly what you're seeing ...!"
"I-I've seen ... enough!" she mumbled, handing the glasses back to Harry Williams. She stepped down off the log and sat down on it numbly. I'll remember it! I'll remember this ... for the rest of my life! ... But, I can't believe it ... or understand it! Why would Stan ... want to make love ... No! Why would he want to ... fuck ... another woman ... like that? Fuck's the right word ... because ... he's doing it like an animal ... out here in the wilderness ... just the way Harry described it.
The thing she couldn't really understand was why Stan had been avoiding making love to her ... but was doing it with such obvious relish with Vivian Williams. Why? Oh, Why? Tears glistened in her deep, china-blue eyes. There was an aching, empty hollowness in her ... where her loving heart used to be. It wasn't true, she decided, that people's hearts were broken they were just crushed and strangled, inside until there was nothing left ... but a great, empty void of nothingness.
Suddenly, she leaped to her feet and ran, blindly, through the underbrush, the way they had come. The branches caught at her clothing, ripping her dress, snagging her stockings, as well as tearing, cruelly, at her flesh, lashing her legs and arms, searing her body with deep scratches.
"What the hell!" Harry plunged after her and caught her within ten yards. He held her struggling body close in his arms. "Take it easy ... damn it! You'll hurt yourself!"
His big hands stroked her body, caressingly, and he crooned to her, "It's not worth it ... to go tearing through the brush that way. It won't solve anything! We'll go have a drink together ... and do some thinking about what we want to do ... next!"
She sobbed against his shoulder, inconsolably, for a few moments, as he continued to knead and massage the lush contours of her beautifully put together body, barely able to control his lust for her. Damn! I'd like to lay her down and screw her ... right here ... but this isn't the right place ... or the right time, yet!
Finally, the first storm of her emotional upheaval was past. She dried her eyes against his shirt and said, "Please ... take m-me ... back, now ...!"
Still dazed ... and definitely not thinking straight, yet, Lois followed the big man back to his car and got into it. He drove straight back to his trailer, leading her, unresistingly, inside and fixing a strong, double bourbon and water for her. She gulped a quarter of it down, quickly. It calmed her. All of her emotion had been expended, for the moment, leaving a smoldering anger.
"Damn him!" she breathed, finally, choosing the only word that expressed her feelings exactly. "... And damn her ... for leading him into it!" She was remembering: This morning ... Vivian was paying an awful lot of attention ... t-to Stan rubbing up against him ... posing for him and doing all the things a woman would do to hook a man! ... And ... he finally fell for it! She slugged down another big gulp of the whiskey.
"I don't know ... about you!" Harry said, ... But I feel they've played a miserable trick on us ... and it'd serve them right ... if we gave them tit for tat!"
"What do you mean by that?" Lois was wary. She had been feeling ill at ease ... ever since Harry had held her close. She had felt the warmth of his loins against hers and the throbbing of a growing bulge in his pants. My God! He was getting an ... erection! ... And, the way his hands were roaming around ... means h-he wants ... m-me ... wants to ... d-do the same thing! She knew the answer ... already!
Harry lounged, easily, took a healthy swallow of his drink and smiled, lewdly, at her, "Well ... my wife ... and your husband are out there fucking hell out of each other ... and I'd like to pay them off ... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth ... and a fuck for a fuck! That'd make us even!"
"That's a ... cr-crazy idea!" she flared, full of indignation at his suggestion. "I'd never do that!"
"No ... but Stan's doing it! What's fair for the gander ... is fair for the goose ... isn't it?"
It was preposterous ... but suddenly, Lois knew that watching Stan and Harry Williams' wife, Vivian, there in the stream bed had worked on her, insidiously. The glowing warmth in her loins warned her of mounting sexual arousal. She was more sure of it, when she realized that there was a copious amount of exuded moisture ... down there ... between the petals of her vaginal opening. Somehow, her concentrated thinking about trying to lure her husband to bed ... then seeing him, through the binoculars fucking Harry's wife, which caused her so much pain and anger, subtly, almost insidiously, to produce a sexual need in her ... a need that was increasing with every passing moment. Desperately, she tried to deny it. No! I won't! I won't give in ... to myself ... or him! It's wrong ... even if Stan is cheating on me!
Firmly, she set her glass down, rose and said, "But that's not for me! I'm still married to S-Stan ... and as long as I am ... I'll never do that!"
Harry Williams was on his feet, instantly; he was furious, his green eyes blazed, as he ground out, "You stupid, little bitch! I'm offering you a way of getting even ... but whether you like it or not ... I'm going to take out mine with you! No son-of-a-bitch can take what's mine ... and not have to pay for it! Remember ... that's my wife ... lying out there, under your husband ... while he fucks her silly!"
Lois was genuinely frightened. Her face drained of color, and she turned to stumble toward the door of the trailer, a strangled, "No-No! Oh, God, no!" coming from deep in her being.
Suddenly, swiftly, Harry took her into his brawny arms, capturing her mouth with his own, his lips engulfing hers, completely and his moist, hot tongue snaked out to lash between her lips and teeth to kiss her deeply.
She resisted, attempting to turn her head aside and setting her jaw, but he brought his hand up to her face, his strong fingers pressing, cruelly, into her jaw muscles to force her mouth open. His tongue thrust in, hungrily, to probe and taste.
Disgust and revulsion rose in her, now, at the vile, intimately personal contact, and she struggled to escape from his encircling arms. It was futile. He was too big ... too strong. He held her close, his hot hands moving, restlessly over the smooth female curves of her body, kneading and massaging the full-mounded protuberances of her buttocks, his great strength forcing her loins tight up against his, where the throbbing bulge of his erect penis pressed hard into her soft flesh. There could be no doubt about what he wanted ...!
Pulling her face away from his voracious lips, finally, with tremendous effort and struggling to escape from his imprisoning arms with all her lithe strength, she grated, harshly, "Let me g-go! I-I'll never go to ... b-bed ... with you ... damn you!"
"So! You're going to be a little tigress eh? Well ... that's just the way I like them wild ... and hot!"
"Y-You're trying ... t-to force m-me and that's rape!" Lois accused.
"You can call it that ... if you want to ... but you're going to get fucked ... and you'll love every minute of it!" the big man chortled, lewdly. "As a matter of fact ... you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
"I'll scream! I'll call for h-help!" she threatened.
"If you let out one little peep ... I'll clobber you!" Harry countered, showing her his huge fist.
She groaned in her futility, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She was trapped ... and there was nothing she could do to escape this huge man, who was bent on a sadistic revenge. She slumped, weakly, against him, conscious that her own body was entrapping her, also, to keep her here. His penis pulsed against the softness of her belly, warmly ... and unwanted, salacious sensations began to spark in her. It was all so confusing. She wanted to maintain her moral standards on the one hand ... but the lubricious demands of her body were trying to gain the upper hand. It would be so easy to cave in ... let her resolve go hang ... and let happen what may ... Maybe it'd serve Stan right... to let him know that I'd evened the score by ... by letting Vivian's husband ... f-fuck m-me! Her mind wandered to the sex scene she had heard and witnessed, accidentally, and she knew it could happen ... Her thoughts had been so confused ... but she distinctly recalled how she had wished, fervently, at that moment ... that she could have been that girl on the sleeping bag ... taking that bearded man's cock deep into her pulsing cunt ... It could happen ... even to her! Should she let it happen ... or should she struggle against it? Oh, God! I-I don't think I could d-do it ... and be able to live with myself ... afterward!
When she relaxed her body against him, Harry Williams thought she had given up ... that she was going to go along with his idea of getting even ... and he misinterpreted her moan of anguish as one of intense feeling.
"You won't be sorry ..." he crooned into her ear, walking her backward toward the big, double bunk at the rear of the trailer, kissing her, now, on her neck, his tongue laving the smooth, young skin, moistly, then moving up to poke into her ear, the tip of it running around the edges, tantalizingly. She couldn't help the little erotic shiver that shuddered through her body.
Pushing her down onto the built-in bed, he leered down at her and hissed, "You're a luscious, little thing ... cute as a bug's ear ... and twice as sexy!" He stretched his bulky body out on the bunk beside her, his hand roaming down across her flat belly, on down the outside of her lovely, tapering thigh, to the hem of her dress, then back up the smooth, warm flesh of the inside of her trembling thighs to the acute angle between them, pulling the dress up, at the same time, to expose the satiny white expanse of her flesh above her stockings.
Lustfully, he gazed down at her loins, as his hand kneaded her pubic mound through her sheer panties. He grinned his satisfaction and wormed a finger under the leg-band to insert it, smoothly, into the top of her quivering cuntal slit, then searched for and found the tiny bud of her clitoris, hidden in its protected valley. With gentle fingers, he rubbed at it and felt it surge to alert erection under his teasing manipulation. He knew the effect it would have on her. It was the seat of her sensuality he taunted.
Lois felt the erotic thrill of his touch, but she cringed, inwardly, as she continued her unproductive debate with herself. Of one thing she was sure: She didn't want him to go any further, God! Why have I let him get this far? This is insane ...!
"Oh, please ... Harry! Don't do-do that! I can't let you go through with it!" she moaned, as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart. His hand was tugging at the thin, nylon crotch of her panties ... the only protection there was for her defensively cringing vaginal opening.
"It's too late ... Baby Doll!" Harry laughed.
Twisting his hand into the wisp of nylon, he gave a hard yank and tore the crotchband asunder, the material ripping, loudly leaving her young, tender cunt naked and defenseless. Her body trembled with the outrage.
"No! Oh, God! No!" she cried aloud, clenching her thighs tightly together, and a hand went down, instinctively, to cover her exposed shame.
"Take your hand away ... and open those thighs!" he ordered. "... Or do you want me to get tough with you ...?"
"Y-You wouldn't dare ... hit me!" she challenged.
Wild fury was in Harry's eyes. He shook his fist in front of her face. "Don't try me!" he threatened.
Disgust for herself, fear of Harry ... and that need she tried to deny worked to defeat her. Slowly, she relaxed the quivering muscles of her thighs, allowing the alabaster-white, tapering columns to splay out, slightly, revealing the coral-pink furrow glistening moistly there, a sparse ring of golden, blonde hair accenting the loveliness of the spectacle displayed to his lewdly staring eyes, and he could see the soft pink of her inner petals, bedewed with viscous moisture, peeping out, almost shyly. Above, her clitoris pulsated, wildly, in its only half-hidden valley.
... Then, it began for her!
She didn't want it ... and she was helpless to stop it! Erotically, she felt his finger tracing the thin, pink slit of her pulsing, naked cunt, and she shivered with abhorrence, trying to squirm away from it. Then, he insinuated his finger into her cuntal passage, and there was a moment of salaciously prurient agitation ... of warm need ... and a strange, masochistic desire ... of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there ... keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.
Lois moaned in an agony of emotional conflict ... of wanting ... and not wanting. Her nerve endings were alive with the singing shimmer of sensual sensation, the electric shock of it spreading down her thighs and up her tingling spine. Her loins were responding, surgingly, to him. She didn't want it to happen this way ... the way he had promised. God! Why doesn't he just crawl on top of me ... shove it in and do it ...?
Screwing her hips down into the soft mattress, she tired to squirm away from his tantalizing finger, her moan changing to a mewling whimper of helplessness, as he thrust in and out of her several times, then he parted the softly curling blonde hair to make another, sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erectile clitoris. She could feel the viscid moisture seeping from her, as unwanted and forbidden sexual excitement claimed her. With a groan, she clenched her teeth, fighting against the salacious pleasure he was causing her. It was a last ditch battle. She knew she couldn't let it go on. I'm being stupid ... playing right into his hands ... doing what he wants me to do!
Forcefully, Lois pushed against his chest, writhing and kicking to escape him. It was her last chance to get out of that trailer ... without compromising herself!
"Stop it! Leave me alone damn you!" she spat. "You're just using me f-for your own purpose!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Harry Williams off guard, but he wasn't surprised enough to release her. He caught her wrists in his steel-fingered grip and pinned her to the mattress with his bulky body.
"You little bitch!" he grunted, forcing a beefy thigh between her legs to wedge them open, while his finger went right on plundering the moist readiness of her clasping vaginal opening. "You're just as hot for it as I am! Your cunt's all wet ... ready to be fucked ... but you won't admit it! So ... why don't you relax ... and start to enjoy it?"
She stared up into the lewd smile on his face, no ready answer coming to her. Oh, God ... he's right!
... Then, slowly, Lois stopped struggling, and she relaxed down into the softness of the mattress, the insane horror of her situation drumming into her frantic brain. She had been trapped ... and part of the snare had been her own body.
Tears of humiliation began to glisten in her eyes. She was revulsed at her own role, but now there was nothing she could do, as she found that the teasingly cruel play of his fingers in her cunt elicited uncontrollable responses in her. Against her will, she felt her hips begin to move in tiny, undulant circles under her.
Rolling her head from side to side, the maddening sensations in her building ever higher, she realized that she was no longer trying to escape him. Her hips were beginning to raise her loins up to his plundering hand, wanting more of the frenzied, nerve shocking sensations that vibrated through her tender, sensate pussy.
"Oh! OOoohh! OOOooohhh ... God!" she whimpered, involuntarily.
Harry released her wrists and bringing a hand up, stopped her flailing head, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her tight. He kissed her, solidly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, while below he continued to rub, massagingly, at her naked, defenseless cunt. After a few moments, he mumbled into her mouth, "It's time to get those damned clothes off!"
Dully, she knew she would get undressed; it was almost a foregone conclusion. He had already ripped her panties away. There wasn't really much left ...
Lois felt him raise her up, heard the zipper of her dress whisper down her back ... and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what she was doing.
Helping him with the proper movements, at the right time, shrugging her shoulders, raising and lowering her hips, she was soon wearing only her bra and the remnants of her panties, then as he unfastened her bra, she felt the cool air rush over her swelling breasts. Her hard, distended nipples came up pointing spear-like into the palms of his hands as he reached for the full-mounded smoothness of them. His work-hardened hands encompassed the warm, vibrant flesh to knead and massage caressingly. Then, he was teasing the sensate nipples, rolling them between his fingers to generate ever more sensation in her.
Finally, she felt his moistly hot mouth, as he took one of the erect, sensitive buds, including the whole aureole, between his lips, his tongue licking and lips sucking hard on the coned out nipple. It was maddening ... and huge blinding streaks of heat lightning grounded in her loins. Now, she was moaning almost unceasingly.
Likewise, he paid the other breast similar homage, his long, agile tongue trailing, wetly, down through the narrow defile between the magnificent orbs of her breasts, and she found herself tensing her stomach muscles, as he slithered down over her body, tongue daring moistly into the dimple of her navel, while his hands still continued their constant caressing of her aching breasts.
Now, she could feel his hands leave her breasts to move down along her ribs and the outside of her thighs, catching the waistband of her ruined panties and removing the wisp of ragged cloth, then they massaged up the insides of her satiny-smooth thighs, spreading them wide to expose her naked pussy to him, completely. The sound of his raspy breathing was loud inside the trailer, as once again, his fingers plundered her tight, moistly pulsing cuntal passage ... but this time he had plunged not one ... but two of his fingers deeply into her heated vaginal portal. ... Then, suddenly, he was gone. She kept her eyes closed. She guessed what was happening and knew she was right when she heard the sigh of a zipper, the rustling whisper of cloth and the thump of his shoes on the floor. She kept her eyes closed ... because she didn't want to look.
"You can't keep your eyes closed all the time ... Lois ... so you might as well open them up and take a good look!" he grunted.
It was true! She'd have to look at him ... sooner or later. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyelids. She saw it ... and gasped.
He was naked, kneeling between her widespread legs, his big face distorted in a lewd grin, as he watched her reaction. Involuntarily, her eyes swept over the hairy bulkiness of his big, solid body, her gaze coming to rest and locking onto the thick length of his fully erect penis, lancing out from his muscular loins, below, obscenely. His hands went around the hardened shaft to stroke its massive length, the foreskin slipping easily over the bulbous, blood-inflated cock's head with each stroke. She could see it throbbing and jerking in his hand like some untamed wild animal searching its cage for an escape route.
"How do you like it ...?" he chuckled. "Pretty nice ... isn't it?"
Lois could only stare in miserable humiliation. She felt degraded at the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body ... waiting to be taken, sexually, by this man who was not her husband. She was filled with shame ... but she was helpless, now; even as she stared, those tinglings of unwanted desire flooded through her being, surgingly, bringing her feelings of wanton depravity. Then, as she watched Harry stroking himself ... she realized the enormity of it. It's bigger than Stan's! God! How can I ever ... t-take all of that ... up inside of m-me ...?
Seeing her horrified stare at his out-sized cock, he jeeringly told her, "When I get this cock of mine in your tight, little cunt ... you'll know you've been fucked ... but good! You'll be climbing the walls ... wanting more of it!"
She hardly noticed his filthy language anymore. Her mind was too involved with the hopelessness of her position. He was going to fuck her ... ravish her helpless body, and she couldn't stop it; indeed the worst part of it was that she didn't want to stop it!
Leaning forward, suddenly, Harry dropped the full weight of his bear-like body on top of her, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment, the long, hard thickness of his cock pulsating against the soft flesh of her abdomen, while his avid hands, once more, squeezed and dug into the smoothly mounded fullness of her breasts, savagely, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him. His mouth sought hers, voraciously, and his tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and throat, as animal sounds of pure lust came from deep in his throat.
She lay under him, petrified, accepting his painful caresses and brutal kiss ... but she was afraid; the moment was close at hand ... when he would be shoving that monster cock into her.
After a few moments, he realized her inaction ... her lack of further response to him. I'll fix her ... damn it! He knelt up, between her legs, grasped her legs just under the knees and spread her thighs wide, then moving forward, as far as possible, he settled back on his haunches, his cock's head just grazing the cameo-pink flesh of her cuntal furrow.
He dipped a finger into the viscid moisture bedewing her vaginal opening and spread it on the pulsing head of his cock, then deliberately, he guided it into the sensate slit, the bulbous head pressuring through it to slide, easily, and almost feather-light directly on the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. He moved slowly, delicately, knowing that it would generate intense sensations ... so erotically powerful she wouldn't be able to resist.
Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively, her loins rising to meet his tantalizing cock's head, as he sawed it back and forth, lightly, up and down the short length of her throbbingly sensitive clitoris. Firmly, he held her thighs open while he teased at her pulsing, vibrant slit.
Lois began to moan under him, and her head began to flail from side to side, again. Her face was distorted with building passion.
... Then, when she was sure that he must be ready to plunge his monster cock into her, he left of the tormenting agitation ... but it was only for a moment. Now, still haunched down between her legs, he was using his hands on her pussy. She felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling lips of her cunt and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, secret passage to his salacious gaze. Damn! She's really nice and tight!
Holding her tremulant cunt-lips spread apart, he shoved his hips up until the head of his cock, blood-engorged and shiny red, made electric contact with the tender, coraline flesh of her vaginal passage. He didn't try to enter her. He just moved slowly back and forth, the very tip, only, going into her, teasingly, steadily.
"Oh! OOoohh! God!" she moaned, uncontrollably, as her hips ground up at him, in an attempt, now, to capture his tormenting cock. He's teasing m-me! Oh, God! I've got to ... have it ... inside m-me ... now! She could no longer deny the reality of her need.
Harry watched her lovely, contorted face, as he continued to tantalize her wild, searingly hot cuntal opening with the head of his cock, satisfied that she was losing the battle with him ... with herself.
Quickly, then, he shifted his position, coming down over her, his hips wedged in the angle of her thighs, his loins poised over her with his cock still working in the moistness of her flowered open cunt. He held himself aloft on brawny arms, still allowing only the head of his cock to stimulate her. Now, he began sawing up and down the length of her palpitating furrow, starting at the top, his bulbous cock's head pressuring down through it, to rub her clitoris, tormentingly, on down to the portal of her cunt where only a mere half-inch of the head tantalized the opening. He felt her countering hip-thrusts up against him, but he never allowed her to capture him, as he moved up high, again, to repeat the process almost endlessly.
God! It was such torment. He just hung there, above her, teasing her and Harry waited, patiently, for her to break
It had gone on so long! She wanted him ... needed him, now ... and he was playing games with her ... a cat and mouse game of his own making. Suddenly, she cried out, from the depths of her soul. Her decision had been made for her ... her traitorous body demanded it. She wanted to be fucked ... now!
"Harry! Make love t-to m-me! P-Put it in ... and ... and do it!" Lois wailed.
He grinned with lewd satisfaction. This's it! Damn it! She's really ready to be fucked now! ... Hot as a two-dollar pistol!
"You can do better than that, Baby!" he told her.
Lois Brewster looked up at him, imploringly. She didn't understand him ... didn't know what he wanted. "B-Better ...?"
"Yeah ... you want it ... you ask for it ... with the right words!" he grunted, not letting up for an instant, as he used his cock-head to stimulate her beyond reason.
"N-No! I c-can't say those awful things!" she countered.
"You do know the words, though?"
God! Yes ... I do know them! I've heard them so often! And I've even thought them ... but ...
"Y-Yes ..." But ... I can't I just can't say them out loud!
"Then, start asking me to fuck you!" he demanded.
"No!"
"Okay! I'll stop ... right now ... and you can finger-fuck yourself!" he threatened.
"Oh ... p-please ...?"
With an effort of will, on his part, Harry stopped and hung, motionless over her. He was bluffing her. Just as he bunched his muscles to drive his giant cock into her, anyway, she changed her mind. Her hands went up and around him to his meaty buttocks and hauled him back down to her.
"F-Fuck me ... Harry! Oh, p-please ... fuck me!" she moaned, her pelvis straining up to him, yearningly.
"Now ... you're on the right track!" he chuckled, barely able to hide his elation. "Go on! What with ... God damn it?"
"Your c-cock ...!" she mouthed. "Fuck m-me ... with your big, stiff ... c-cock!"
"Where?"
"In ... m-my cunt ...!"
"How?"
"Hard ... and deep!" Lois couldn't believe that it was she who spat out the vile obscenities. He made no attempt to do as she begged, and she added, "What m-more ... do I have to say ... or do ... to get your cock in me ... f-fucking me ...?"
"Just take my cock in your hot, little hand and put it in that cute cunt ... for me!" he ordered.
God! He just keeps dragging me down farther and farther! Making me beg for it and now ... ordering me to put it in m-myself! She flared out at him, "No! I-I won't do it! Haven't you done enough t-to me ... already!"
... Yet, against her will, her tiny hand went down to between them, reaching for the Herculean shaft of his cock ... but stopping short of actually taking it in her hand. It was too much! She couldn't bring herself to do it. He had humiliated her and degraded her ... almost to the limit of her tolerance.
"Do it you little bitch!" he grated, an animal snarl in his voice. "Put my cock in ... now ... or you'll be left high and dry!"
Reaching the final inch, she grasped but couldn't encircle his massive thick, lust-inflated cock. She felt its true size for the first time, but driven by her great need, she directed the bulbous head into the ready moistness of her cuntal opening. She was shocked. Her brain reeled with the realization of what she was doing ... but there was no turning back ...
He shoved ... hard, and his great cock's head was forced into the tight elastic orifice, stretching it, cruelly. It felt so huge ... almost as though it would tear her asunder. She was stretching, painfully, with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted. It was more than she could stand.
"Oh, God! It's too big! You'll tear me in two!" she screamed. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as she pleaded for mercy.
Harry grimaced, as he shoved into her, harder ... and she saw, in his eyes, that there would be no mercy. Inch by painful inch his big cock bored into her cuntal sheath, until suddenly, he rammed with all of his strength, sending his granite-hard shaft plundering far up into her tightly resisting passage with the force of a rutting bull.
Again, she screamed, "AAAaaaauuuuoooohhh! as his more than adequate, lust-inflamed prick raced full length up into the tender, coral softness of her vaginal vault, shoving up ripples of warm, resilient flesh before it, until she felt his heavy, sperm-laden testicles, swinging below, smack heavily against the smooth, alabaster cheeks of her helpless upturned buttocks.
His heavy bulk lay still on top of her. He was breathing hard, the air rasping through his throat; then, he grunted and expanded his cock deep inside her cuntal passage. It flexed, muscularly, pushing out against the tightness of her soft vaginal walls, as he shoved it into her cunt another fraction of an inch.
Lois groaned aloud. He repeated the expanding action several more times, eliciting further moans of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Soon, she was surprised to discover that her cruelly stretched passage began to adjust to the great length and breadth of the pulsing cock deep in her moist love channel. Then, as he began to grind, slowly, into her, insinuating his prick even more tightly into her naked loins, stretching the resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure, she began to move under him, uncontrollably in counterpoint to his revolving pelvis. Oh, I-I didn't think it would all go into me! I've got all of his big cock ... inside my cunt!
... Then Harry rocked above her, goring into her with short, smooth thrustings of his cock, her body reacting of its own will, as she began to give herself over, completely, to the lewd desire of her loins ... the wanton feeling of surrender bringing even more excitement to her sensate love flesh. Summer heat lightning played there in her belly, arcing and jumping from nerve to nerve in the close, moist tightness of her vagina where Harry's giant cock had begun to thrust deeper and faster into her love-starved pussy.
Overwhelmingly, Lois felt her whole body responding to his increased speed and the length of his cock's strokes into her searingly vibrant cunt. She writhed and undulated beneath him, as his lust-distorted mouth found hers, again. This time, it was she who thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and throat to be sucked ... and she was moaning, unceasingly, as she began to grind her passion-fired loins up to him, in tempo with his plundering cock, wanting more and more of it. Her lovely face was contorted with desire, her china blue eyes glazed and unseeing, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in jerky, raspings through her throat.
It was magnificent. Lois had never known such rapture existed ... and now, as she fucked back against him, sliding her lubricious cunt up and down the thick length of his cock, she found the sensations more intense ... almost unbearable. She had never known that a man's cock could possibly give so much pleasure; likewise, she hadn't known that she would, willingly, want to give sexual joy in return. That's what she wanted now! She wanted to give herself, completely, to Harry Williams ... let him do with her what he wanted. Oh, I want it to go on and on ... and on ... just like this ... with Harry's cock ... in my cunt ... fucking me ... to the end of my days! "Keep fucking me ... Harry! Fuck me ... hard!" she moaned.
Now! God damn it! She's ready! He reached down, between them to the orbs of her gyrating buttocks, his hand searching for the defenseless, puckered orifice of her anus. Dipping a finger into the viscous droplets that ran in tiny rivulets from the well-filled cuntal passage above, he searched out the rubbery rear entrance, his finger circling it, before he placed the tip of it against the crinkled flesh. He felt the shock of her quickly indrawn breath in her body.
"Now, you'll climb the walls, Baby!" he promised. "I'm going to shove my finger right up your ass hole!"
God! This was it! His obscene suggestion was a further excitant to her already inflamed passion. She wanted it ... insanely ... wantonly ... Yes! ... almost recklessly! She wanted it to hurt ... until she screamed.
"Yes! Oh, Yesssssss! Do it! Shove your finger all the way up my behind! Make me scream!" she strangled, delirious with rapture ... and not knowing why she wanted it.
He shoved his finger into her hard! It surged into her backside ... all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed with the pleasure-pain of it, as his finger rotated around inside the elastic sponginess of her warm, soft ... and until this moment, unused rectum. Never before had she felt the bittersweet combination of almost unbearable pain ... and unbelievable, sweet rapture ... at one and the same time. Then, as her backside began to adjust to the unnatural presence, the pain subsided ... and there was only the ecstasy of the double ravishment left to her. Now, she moved her hips back against it, attempting to skewer herself further on his torturing middle finger, while at the same time she strained to take all of his titanic cock deep into her tirelessly slaving cuntal passage.
Now, he pistoned into her with increased speed and depth, feeling the bulge of his finger in the separating tissues, which generated even more lust in him, while beneath him, she writhed, wildly, in uncontrolled passion, grinding up and down the shaft of his cock with mounting fury, her lovely, curvaceous legs jerking, toes curling and rounded buttocks screwing her back passage up against his lewdly plundering finger in abject subjugation to his double ravishment of her loins.
Then, as he knew it wouldn't be long before she convulsed in orgasm under him, he began to pound his cock into her resilient cunt-flesh, furiously, showing no mercy at all for her. Finally, after long moments, he yanked his finger from her rectum, eliciting a hissing pop there; then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, against her chest, mashing the swelling mounds flat to her chest, where he could see the flush of her passion, the lightly tinged flesh glistening with the sweat of her rapture. Now, her whole genital plane was exposed, nakedly, defenseless to his merciless, goring attack.
Her lovely face was contorted with the sweet agony of her passion. She felt it coming. It would be soon ... very soon, and she began to chant up into Harry's face.
"Oh! OOoohh! God! OOOooohh! Fuck me ... hard! Harder!"
Harry slaved away over Stan's wife, thrusting and plunging into her with feral energy, his pile-driving strokes becoming ever more and more forceful as he drove his big cock deeper, harder and faster into the hot, wildly clasping depths of her cuntal sheath. Damn! The only other woman I've known ... who could take all of my cock ... like this... is Vivian! ...
... And then, it was there for Lois Brewster! She was in orgasm! Her head tossed, wildly, her body convulsing in wave after surging wave of muscular relaxation that ended her long agonizing wait. She spiraled to the very pinnacle, where she looked out on a beautiful skyscape of brilliant, multi-colored stars ... and she was one with them, soaring free in a feeling of profound peace and well-being; then as the moment passed, she was back on the bunk in the Williams' trailer. She was under Harry, still, his cock pounding into her like a run-away jackhammer.
The sound of her own voice was loud and unreal. She was still screaming. "Gooodddddd! I'm ... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuugghhgggghgggghhhhhhh!"
Harry, pounding into her, felt the great, convulsive tremors coursing in shock waves through her body, and he knew that she was in climax, even as his own ejaculation began, deep in his belly, the burning demand searing him and inspiring him to a final, body-consuming effort.
Suddenly, explosively, his hot, thickly white sperm spewed from the slitted orifice of his cock's head to splash far up into the moist softness of her wildly clasping cunt.
"OOooh, Lois, Baby! This's it! God damn ... what a gorgeous cunt!" he gasped, groaningly, and fell, weakly, on top of her, all of his bulky weight resting on her torso, still cradled between her white, tapering thighs, wide-flung with obscene carelessness. He breathed heavily and harshly, the air rasping in his lungs from his great effort. His penis buried deep in her gently clasping vagina was still jerking and throbbing, as the last of his load of semen was ejaculated into her still tingling cuntal sheath.
After long minutes, as they lay exhausted, and Harry's prick was returning to its detumescent state, still lodged in her sex canal, Lois stirred under him and said, "Well ... Harry ... you got ... what you wanted from me ... so you can let me up ... now ..."
"Wh-What ...?" he asked, drowsily.
"Get off of me! We're all finished!" she told him. "... And ... I-I've got to get back to the camper ... and get myself straightened up ... before Stan gets back!"
Harry rolled to his side, his flaccid cock pulling from her cunt with a slight pop, a long thin strand of his semen hanging, stubbornly, to the head of it.
"Hell!" he murmured, relaxing down into the soft mattress. "The real fun begins when Vivian and your husband get back here! ... And you're sticking around ... until they do!"
Lois flushed. "Oh, God ... I-I couldn't face them ... now!"
"It's all evened up!" he grunted. "They have to come in here ... and face us ... but with Vivian ... there won't be any problem ... It's Stan who'll kick up a fuss, maybe ..."
"Oh, God ... I-I wouldn't know what to say ... to him!" She was worried ... probably unnecessarily.
Chapter 7
Fully clothed, again, sexually satiated, feeling the closeness of the intimately shared experience, Stan and Vivian walked out of the stream bed, up the bank and regained the road.
Stan stared in disbelief. "I'll be damned! It looks like somebody's stolen your car!"
He was more surprised to hear her trilling laugh. He looked at her questioningly, "And, you're not worried?!"
"Not yet!" she smiled. "I think ... that it's just Harry's cute way of letting us know that he knows ... about us!"
"I hope to hell you're right ... because I don't remember locking it up ... when we left it here! It'd be a perfect setup for a car thief ... and I feel kind of responsible ..." he explained.
"Let's start worrying about it after we get back to my trailer ... Okay?" She looked up at the sky. "It'll be dark pretty soon ... so we'd better start walking!"
"I'm sure glad it's only about a half-mile!" he grinned. I don't think I could make it ... if it were any farther!"
"Why ... Stan, darling ... you look pretty strong to me!"
"Well ... I'm a little rusty ... I guess!" he kidded. "I haven't had much fucking, lately ... and you just worked my tail off!"
"Poor dear!" she commiserated. "All you need is a drink ... and a little rest ... before the fun thing of the evening really begins!"
"I'm afraid I don't follow you ...?"
"If my guess is right ... that Harry's the one who took the car ... then he saw us ... and knows what we were doing!" Vivian explained. "... So ... that means, he went after your wife ... and if I know Harry ... he's screwed her already. I wouldn't be surprised if we found them going at it ... when we get back!"
"Christ! Do you really think that?"
"Yes I do ... and there'll be nothing we can do except go in ... and talk it over!"
"Talk about what?"
"About us ... them ... all of us ... together ..."
"You're way ahead of me, again!" He was exasperated.
"It could develop into a nice, swinging party ... with all four of us!" she suggested.
"You're kidding! Lois'd never go for that!"
"Let's wait and see! Harry could have changed her mind ... about a lot of things!"
"God... I don't know! I just don't know! It's kind of far-out ..."
"It's going to be fun!" she assured him. "More fun than you've ever had before ... believe me!"
* * *
After she had begged, tearfully, Harry had, finally, allowed Lois to get dressed, and he, himself, pulled on his pants and shirt. He was mixing fresh drinks, when Vivian came through the door of the trailer, followed by a sheepish looking Stan Brewster, who was more than a little uncertain about the whole thing. He didn't dare look at his wife, who sat, demurely, at the breakfast nook ... and she, in turn, kept her gaze averted. The fact that she was there said it all ... for both of them ...
It was the Williams who carried it off. Vivian bustled over to Harry, patted him on the cheek and gave him a kiss, remarking, at the same time, "Harry ... I brought Stan back with me! He was very good to me ..."
Harry handed Stan Brewster a drink, then carried the other one to Lois. Handing it to her, he said, "You've got a rare gem of a woman here, Stan! ... And, Vivian and I'd like to get to know both of you ... even better than we do, now."
Going back to the built-in bar, he made two more drinks. Stan didn't know what to say. He took a large swallow of his drink and sat down opposite Lois.
Williams was going on, "Shall we drink to it ...?" He hoisted his glass up; Vivian, drink in hand, beside him smiled encouragingly at Stan.
Stan was perplexed. "If I understand this right ... Vivian was suggesting that we ... join you in ..." He stopped, not quite able to articulate it, correctly.
"In a swinging party ...?" Harry queried, looking at his wife, Vivian.
"Yeah ... swapping ... or group sex ... I guess you call it?" Stan said, "... In the long run ... I guess it's sort of up to Lois ..." He reached across the table and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him square in the face. "How about it, darling?"
He saw the scratches on her face and arms and knew that it was she who had crashed through the underbrush, on the bank, above them ... while he had been driving his cock deep into Vivian's soft belly. His wife had seen them! She knew ... just as he knew ... or could guess accurately about what had happened in the Williams' trailer, a few minutes ago.
Lois' deep blue eyes were glistening with tears, as she looked into her husband's face. "Oh, Stan ...!" she sobbed. "I didn't intend ... f-for anything to h-happen ... but it went on and on ... a-and pretty soon ... I-I couldn't help it! It j-just happened...!"
"Do you ... want to do it ...?"
"You mean ... stay here ... and do it ... some more ... all four of us ...?"
"Yes ... that's what Harry means!"
It was such a strange turn of events ... so confusing to her and yet her coupling with Harry had been so, all-consuming ... so satisfactory. Now, she realized that even their talk about it was working on her. She was becoming aroused, all over, again ... just thinking about the possibilities ...
"Y-yes Stan ..." she trembled. "I'd like t-to do it!"
He leaned across the table and kissed his wife, soundly, on the lips; then picking up his drink, he said, "Okay, Harry ... we'll drink to that!"
It was the beginning of an exciting evening for all four of them!
* * *
It was pitch dark. Peeper Martin made his way over to Mickey Blackum's sleeping bag. He could tell, instantly, that Terry occupied it with him. She was stretched out on top of the gang leader ... and Peeper didn't have to exercise much imagination as to the activity going on inside.
"Mickey!" he hissed. "It's me ... Peeper!"
"Yeah ... what do you want?"
"I thought you'd like to know ... about some of the things I saw, tonight ..." Peeper offered.
"Like what?"
"Well ... like the guy from the camper's been banging that black-haired broad you were hot for ..." He stopped, waiting for Mickey's comment.
"That right?" Mickey said, rolling Terry from on top of him and leaning up on an elbow. "Tell me more!"
"... And the big guy, the black-haired broad's husband was banging the other guy's wife ... now they're all over in the trailer together ... and they're starting a party with all four! They're all bare-assed naked ... already!"
"Is that other broad the blonde one ... that was wearing the hot pants ...?" Mickey asked.
"Yeah ... it is!"
The black-bearded leader smiled in the darkness. Damn! That's perfect! Both of them together ... that cute blonde ... and Vivian! His mind was working, making plans ... considering the things he would like to do ... would do ... especially to Vivian Williams. He owed her some special treatment!
"You know, Peeper he said, grudgingly, sometimes, you come up with some pretty good ideas! Get the other guys and we'll have a council! Maybe ... we'll have ourselves some fun, tonight!"
Terry McCauley snuggled up close to him, again. They were both naked. "Mickey ..." she crooned. "I'm all hot for you already! Will you fuck me ... first?"
"Not tonight, Baby! I'm going to save it for those two broads in the trailer!" he growled. "Besides ... don't forget ... like I told you, before ... there're two guys there, too! You can have some fun with them ... if you've got to be fucked!"
There was one thing bothering her. "Okay, Mickey I understand ... but you're not going to ... to hurt those people are you ..?"
"God damn it ... I told you not to interfere with me!" he growled. "I ought to clobber you ... but I haven't got time!" He crawled out of the sleeping bag to stand naked in the night over her. "So get your ass ... out of there and get some clothes on!"
"I don't want to go ..." she whimpered, "if somebody's going to get hurt!"
"You're going!" he said with finality ... "And, nobody'll get hurt if they're cooperative! I can't guarantee anything ... if somebody tries to do something foolish!"
Reaching down, Mickey drew on his pants, as he saw the other three men approaching. Yes! Tonight's the night ... for fun and games!
Even though Lois had said that she would join in a group sex party, there was a certain disparity between the saying ... and the doing; however, under the expert guidance of Harry and Vivian Williams, she was coaxed out of her clothing, again. All four lay on the double bunk bed, finishing up the last of another of Harry's potent drinks, and as the alcohol began to take its effect, she began to respond, sexually to Stan, on the one side, Harry on the other, while below, Vivian ran her hands, tantalizingly, over her body, her fingers, feather-light, as she stimulated the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs and moved upward to the gently, pulsing furrow, where glowing hot coals of her desire were being fanned into flame, again. Stan was kissing her, deeply, his tongue searching the honeyed sweetness of her mouth; at the same time, Harry licked and sucked at a pink, distended nipple, his big hands cupping the full mound of a breast up to his avid mouth.
She felt the building arousal, sensations of such magnitude coursing through her, that she knew it would be only a matter of a few minutes until ... she would be caught, helplessly, in the grip of her passion. Never before had she begun to respond so soon ... but then three people were concentrating their attentions on her. God ... oh, God ... so many hands ... and so many mouths! They'll drive me wild! It felt so good to her ... and she wanted it ... wanted them ... especially, she wanted her husband, Stan! It was so nice to have him there ... being a part of it. It gave her an extra feeling of confidence and security.
Outside, moving swiftly, silently, in the darkness, five figures ranged alongside the Williams' trailer, waiting while the leader stood at one of the curtained windows and surveyed the erotic tableau of the two couples on the big, built-in bunk bed. Looks like they're just getting started! The big guy ... with the hair must be Williams ... Vivian's husband! He's the one we'll have to be careful with ... he could be dangerous!
He tried the door. It was open. Good! Less chance of a slip-up! Mickey opened the door and walked, boldly, into the trailer. He was followed closely by Buck Sloan and Bill Wunder. Peeper Martin remained outside, for the time being, as a lookout. Terry McCauley was with him.
Vivian saw them first. As she saw movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head to glance toward the door. She gasped, "My God ... it's Mickey!" Opening her mouth to scream, she suddenly found herself muzzled by his restraining hand, as Mickey reached her in two strides. She heard his voice from behind his black-bearded lips hiss at her, "Don't make one sound ... if you don't want to get hurt."
She watched with horrified eyes, as the second man, smaller, ferret-like, clapped a hand over Lois' mouth as she struggled to sit up, from between the two men. She had heard Vivian's gasp ... the swift movement of feet and realized that something was wrong.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Harry Williams gritted, coming up with both fists balled, ready to fight. He subsided, instantly; he was looking into the barrel of a .38 caliber pistol, held in the rock-steady hand of Mickey Blackum.
Stan, likewise, had sensed the danger. He had begun to gather his body for a lunge at the smaller man, nearest him, who was holding his hand over Lois' mouth. "What the hell!" he shouted. The third man, leaned forward, his gun pointing at Stan's head. "Shut up! he warned. Stan saw a good-looking youth with pale, blue eyes and almost white hair. It was Bill Wunder. There was an absolute silence for a beat; then Harry Williams demanded, "What do you bums want?"
"We've just invited ourselves to your little party!" Mickey Blackum told them, an evil grin parting his bearded lips.
"Like hell!"
The gang leader looked at him, hard, his face set and grim. "We're here ... already ... and we've got the muscle and the hardware to make it go our way ... but nobody'll get hurt ... if you just play it cool! Don't do anything stupid ... foolish ... or heroic ... understand ...?"
"You'll never get away with it!" Stan ground out at them!
"We'll see!" Mickey answered curtly. "Tie the guys up!"
Only then did he take his hand away from Vivian's mouth. She looked up at him through eyes miserable with fright.
"Mickey!" she whispered. "If it's me ... you want ... just take me! These other people ... don't have anything to do with it!"
Buck Sloan released Lois, and while Bill Wunder stood guard, implacably, went to the door and said, "Right on! Mickey wants the guys tied up!"
Meanwhile, Mickey glared down at Vivian, his eyes mean, full of anger. "Baby ... there's no more talk ... just action, now!" He stepped back and ordered. "You two ... move down to the other bed ... at the front there!"
Stan and Harry clambered off the bed and moved, warily, to the front of the trailer, where Peeper and Terry waited for them with rolls of wide surgical tape in their hands. They had no choice to do otherwise. Both men were bareassed naked. They were faced with four armed men, who probably wouldn't hesitate to use the weapons they held in their hands. The odds weren't very good!
"On the bed!" Martin ordered.
The two husbands lay down on the bed. Quickly and efficiently, Peeper and Terry bound them, using the surgical tape. In a few moments, Stan and Harry lay, trussed, hand and foot ... and for extra measure ... tape was placed over their mouths, as well.
Mickey inspected the two immobilized men. "Good!" he spat and turned his attention to the two women huddled together on the bed. Lois was sobbing with fright, as she clung to Vivian, asking in a hoarse whisper, "A-Are they ... going t-to d-do ... what I-I think ...?"
"God! ... I-I don't know! But ... I'll try to get Mickey t-to leave you alone!"
Buck Sloan leered at them. "Damn! Mickey can sure pick them!" he reached out to one of Vivian's full-mounded breasts, his fingers digging into her smooth, soft flesh, cruelly. "Christ! I can't wait to get my mouth on these!" he grunted.
"Drop it, Buck!" the bearded leader ordered. "The blonde's the one that gets it!"
The smaller man drew his hand back, as though he had touched a hot stove. He grinned, sheepishly, and turned his salacious, ferret-like eyes on Lois. "There's not much difference ... I guess ..." His hand caressed Lois' breasts; cupping one in his hand, his moistly warm lips encompassed a pink nipple, sucking up the aureole as well.
Lois shrank back and cried, "D-Don't ... p-please ... don't!?"
Vivian's grey eyes met Mickey's, defiantly, "Tell your goon to l-leave Lois alone! It's me you want isn't it?"
"Yeah but I'm saving you until last!" he grunted. "You're going to watch ... while I show you what you missed! Then if I feel like it I might fuck you, too!"
Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull off his clothing. This was apparently a signal to the other three men, for they, too, began undressing.
Whispering, hurriedly, into Vivian's ear, Lois asked, "Do you know ... him!"
"Yes ... in a way ..." Vivian whispered back.
"What's this a-all about ...?"
"It's a long story ... I'll have to tell you ... about it ... later on!"
Mickey heard. He came to sit on the bed. Lois crawled away from him, into a far corner of the bunk. Watching her, amusedly, he said, "It's not such a long story! This bitch's a little cockteaser ... and she picked the wrong guy! That's all!" Lois could only stare at his obscene nakedness ...
Then, he stretched out on the bed, reached over and pulled Lois over to him. "So ... your name's Lois? You're the one who was wearing those sexy hot pants! Come here! I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted. "But before I do ... we're going to have some fun!" He encircled her body with a strong arm. "Meanwhile ... Vivian, you little bitch ... see if you can get my cock up with your mouth ... and be God damned sure ... you do it right!"
Buck was naked, now. His body was scrawny, but a bounteous nature had supplied him with a cock that was every bit a match for Harry Williams'. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the other side of Lois Brewster, plastering his body up against hers. His jack-staff erection was plastered up against the smooth taper of her thigh. She cringed with the contact, her eyes brimming with tears. Oh, God ... not two of them ... Of course, earlier, Harry had told her that part of the fun of swinging ... was multiple copulation. She had considered it ... had even consented to it, with her husband, Stan ... and Harry ... but with these men complete strangers ...? Dear God ...!!
Blackum pulled her head over to his, his avid mouth finding her lips to kiss her. His full, black beard tickled her face. She tried to turn her head aside, but he held her hard and steady. "God damn it!" he hissed. "I'd hate to mark up your pretty face!" He captured her lips and snaked his tongue deep into her mouth to savor her moist, sweet mouth.
Meanwhile, Vivian knelt over Mickey's loins. She saw that his big cock was only partially erect. Without hesitation, she leaned over him and took the half-hardened shaft of his penis in her hand to skin back the heavy foreskin, her other hand going under him, to titillate his heavy scrotal sac. She was worried. It was not about herself. She was experienced enough to handle whatever came her way ... But Lois ... she's like a babe-in-the-woods! Damn! I hope she doesn't get hurt ...!
Lowering her head, then, she took the head of Mickey's cock into her mouth, her tongue laving all around the growing corona, her lips tucked in over her teeth exerted pressure all the way around, as she began to hollow her cheeks in a sucking motion. She felt his prick pulsing to full erection in her mouth, and she began to bob her head, slowly, her lips slipping down further and further over him, until she was absorbing almost all of him into her mouth and throat.
Mickey shoved his hips up at her mouth, countering the slow rhythm she had set. He knew she would know how to do it, properly. Her mouth was smooth, moist warm ... and practiced.
Bill Wunder watched Vivian for a moment, his cock throbbing to erection. He climbed onto the bed with the others, reminding himself that in a few moments ... he'd make her do the same thing to him. Christ! It makes me hot just watching her ... the way she's going after Mickey's big cock ... but meanwhile ... His eyes zeroed in on Lois' golden, hair-covered mound, seeing the curving swell of her hips, the tapering thighs framing the center of his interest. Training his eyes up farther, he saw her flat belly. Buck had one of her spiked-out nipples in his mouth, sucking noisily on it, while his other hand cupped up the other breast, the alabaster smoothness showing the marks of his cruel fingers. Mickey was kissing her, deeply, his mouth welded to hers, as he held her in his tight grip.
Lois, lying between the two men, being kissed by the bearded one called Mickey, suddenly remembered: Oh, God... he's the one I-I listened to ... and watched ... while he was ... was fucking that young girl, Terry ... on the sleeping bag! Vividly, she recalled her thoughts ... her feelings; she had wanted to be that girl ... wanted to lie under him ... and take his cock deep into her seething cunt! Now ... here he was ... And he's going t-to ... rape m-me!
She didn't want it! A person would think that in the face of her fear and terror, she would have been numbed ... refusing to believe that it could happen ... that his rape of her was a reality that would take place in a very few minutes; yet how was it ... that there was a certain, sex-laden thrill keening through her body, the warm glow there in her belly, the definite sensation of moisture forming down there, between her legs ... all indicating sexual arousal ... in a woman who was about to be sexually assaulted ... raped, fucked against her will?
... Then, Lois felt another pair of hands. They caressed her hips and thighs, gently, running massagingly over them, then rummaging in the triangle of her loins, the unseen fingers playing with the golden curls a moment or two before a finger squirmed down into the exposed crease, at the top of her cuntal slit, to find the sensitive shaft of her re-awakening clitoris. She was being held so tightly between Mickey and Buck that she couldn't see who it was that teased at her genitals.
Now, those hands lifted her knees up, flexing them, then her thighs were pried apart, firmly and she knew that the whole of her loins was exposed, nakedly, to that unseen, unknown man. God! Which one of them is it ...? Desperately, she tried to close her legs, again, but his greater strength held them apart. Her muscles trembled, painfully, as she played a serious tug-of-war with him. Finally, she could resist no longer. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs splayed open, widely ... obscenely. She heard the man's sadistic chuckle of triumph. She fully expected to feel his body coming between her thighs, his erect penis entering her unwanting vagina to plunge into her without mercy ... fucking her in mindless fury.
It didn't happen like that; instead, she felt those hands move upward on the cringing, soft flesh of her inner thighs, until they were on either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cunt ... Then, very plainly, she felt his thumbs slowly, tantalizingly, spread apart the gently pulsating lips of her pussy.
At the other end of the trailer, securely trussed up and lying helplessly on the other bunk bed, Stan could only watch, with mounting fury, as the three men mauled and stimulated his wife. He could hear and see, but he was effectively gagged by the wide tape across his mouth. God damn bastards! They'd better not hurt her ...! ... But, what could he do? There were four men... all armed, not counting the smooth-faced boy, with the light, blue eyes, who had not displayed a weapon. Desperately, his eyes searched the trailer for something ... anything that might be a help to him, either for escape ... or as a weapon. There was nothing. His eyes came back to the other bed. The big, bearded man was kissing Lois, while the smaller one licked and sucked at her breasts. Below, the good-looking man seemed to be getting ready to mount her. He was spreading her thighs apart, and his long, thin cock stood out from his loins, throbbingly. Then, as Stan watched, Bill Wunder lowered his head, between her trembling thighs ... and Stan knew what he was going to do. Damn! He's going to mouth-fuck her! Christ ... I've never done that to her, myself! She's never even let me try ... but tonight ... before these goons broke in on us ... I think she would have gone for it ...!
The fourth man, he noticed, had stayed near the door, but now, he, too, began to strip his clothing off. The young boy was still fully clothed. When Peeper Martin was finally standing there, naked, he looked toward the tableau on the bed and saw that there was no place for him, there, yet, remembering Mickey's admonition that the black-haired bitch, who was kneeling over the leader's loins with his big cock in her mouth, was not to be touched by any of the gang, he turned to Terry and said, "Get it up for me ... Terry!" He reached down to grasp and lift his slowly hardening cock by the shaft, as without hesitation, the small, pixie-like boy knelt before him and took his prick into his mouth.
It was only a foot from Stan's face. He watched with revulsion, as tiny hands reached under to titillate the big man's balls, the equally, tiny mouth beginning to absorb more and more of the rapidly growing cock. Damn fag! Pretty Boy! Christ! It's disgusting!
After a few moments, Peeper began to move his hips backward and forward, to drive more of his fully erect cock deep into the boy's mouth and throat; then, suddenly, he withdrew it and growled. "That's enough! Now ... why don't you have your fun with these guys ... while I'm busy with that blonde bitch!"
Stan was appalled. Tied up as he and Harry were ... they would be helpless! This young faggot could do anything with them he wanted! For the first time since the motorcycle gang had invaded the trailer, he felt a slamming fear in his guts. There's no telling what the little fag'll do! He considered the possibilities: He could force us to suck him off ... fuck him in the ass ... or ... he might want to shove his prick up our assholes! Christ! It was a grim picture he conjured ... and he didn't like it at all!
He watched as Peeper walked to the other end of the trailer and crawled up on the bed. There was a general shifting of people, then ... but he wasn't able to watch it all.
His attention was drawn, fully, to the small, leather-clad figure, who sat down on the bed next to him ... and whose small hand reached out to his now flaccid prick, "Mickey said ... if I wanted to ... I could make it with you two ..." The voice was high, musical ... almost like a woman's voice, but Stan tried to roll his hips away, strangled noises coming from his mouth through the gag.
"Oh ... you can't talk!" Those tiny hands reached up to remove the tape from his mouth.
"Now ... what do you want to say ...?"
"Keep your hands off of me you damned faggot!" Stan grunted.
A trilling laugh tinkled from those too-pretty lips. "That's funny ... almost too funny for words!"
... Then, Stan watched in amazement, as Terry removed her jacket and tossed it aside. Next her boy's shirt was slowly unbuttoned to reveal a pair of the loveliest woman's breasts he had ever seen. They were small, firm, pouting upward, and the nipples, small, berry-like were hardening into tiny cones of sensitive flesh. Whipping off the shirt, she was nude from the waist up.
"Does that look like I could be a gay one ...?" she asked, challengingly.
Stan stared at the beauty before him and gasped, "God ... I wouldn't have believed it! You're beautiful"
"... And, all the rest of me matches!" she told him with a smile. "Now do you want me to touch you ... or not?"
Below, unbidden, his big cock was throbbing to erection. "It sure as hell puts things in a different light ... but it's going to be hard for me ... to do anything for you ... tied up like this ..." he suggested.
"I-I couldn't let you go!" she explained. "Mickey won't allow me to!"
Then, she reached over to remove the tape from Harry's mouth. As soon as he was stripped of the gag, he said, "Baby ... if you let us go ... I can guarantee you the best fuck you've ever had!"
"I-I can't do it ... so don't ask me, again!"
Terry removed her jeans, boots, socks and panties. She was completely nude, as she crawled up on the bed with Stan and Harry. She went on, "... But, don't worry ... we'll all have a good time!" Her eyes swept down to gaze at the two big cocks spearing up, fully hardened ... and ready. "I know I'll be satisfied ... you've both got cocks that don't stop!"
With studied casualness, she knee walked over and straddled Stan's face, then leaning forward and to the side, she grasped Harry's outsize cock, her tiny hand not able to encircle its girth; at the same time, she lowered her loins down over Stan's face. "First ... we'll do a little cock-sucking ... and cunt-licking!" she instructed.
Stan looked up into the tender, moist furrow above him, and just as soon as she dropped her loins down into range, his tongue shot out to bury itself in the liquid depths of her pulsingly needful young cunt. An unbidden moan of desire escaped his lips, as he savored the pungent tang of her viscously bedewed vagina. Yes! Things had certainly changed in just a few moments. His only wish was that his hands could be free; it would really be fun, then ...
As Terry's lips came down over his cock's head, throbbing lustily with desire, Harry muttered, "Suck it ... good, Terry Baby! Suck it good!" His hips thrust up at her ... and she began to bob her head, expertly, over him. Damn! This's something! Imagine ... me, Harry Williams ... being raped by a little slip of a girl!
Lying there, between the two virile men, a third one down below, using his hands to pull apart the cringing petals of her moistly throbbing cunt, Lois was terror-stricken, as she felt the wash of warm air over her exposed flesh. Oh, he's going t-to ... use his mouth on m-me!
She felt her cheeks flame at the thought. She had never allowed Stan to do it to her ... but now ... she could do nothing to stop it! It was going to happen ... and she didn't even know who it was!
Suddenly, then, the moist warmth of his tongue was there. She felt it go right into her vaginal orifice. His tongue was actually inside her, now! Oh, God, no! She tried to screw her hips down into the mattress to escape that vile act ... but it was no use. His long, agile oral member plunged in and out of her, then moved in tantalizing circles just inside her cuntal opening. The glowing warmth of her arousal was suddenly fanned into roaring flames, as intense sexual sensations keened, excitingly, in her belly. She moaned, helplessly, up into Mickey's avid mouth ... and she suddenly, realized that she wasn't trying to back away from that hot, probing tongue in her cunt. She was undulating her hips up to that mouth that tantalized so tormentingly, there below, in her sensate love flesh.
Mickey raised his head, breaking the long kiss, and growled, "That's enough sucking ... bitch!"
Vivian was disappointed. She was hoping that she would be able to suck him to ejaculation, her reasoning being that it would save Lois from his punishing cock; although, the time had seemed to pass so slowly, it had been but a very few minutes ... since the motorcycle gang had stormed into the trailer. She didn't stop immediately. Doggedly, she went on bobbing her head over him.
Reaching down, the bearded leader grabbed a handful of her shiny black hair and hauled her head up off his pulsingly ready prick; then his other hand swung in a short arc, his open palm catching her full in the face. The crack of his hand on the soft flesh of her face was loud in the trailer. "When I tell you something ... you do it ... right then!" he grated through clenched, angry teeth.
It hurt! God! It hurt ... terribly, but Vivian would not cry. He wouldn't make her cry! She raised up and leaned back on her heels. Glaring at him, defiantly, she hissed, "Okay ... big man ... you're the boss! Do you get your kicks ... by beating up on women ...?"
"... And, what if I do ...?"
"You're sick!"
CRACK! Mickey's hand slashed at her face, again.
"Sick!" Vivian howled.
CRACK!
"Siiiiickkkkk!" she screamed, collapsing back on the bed, her eyes streaming from the pain of his punishing slaps.
"I'll take care of you later!" he growled, motioning Bill Wunder away from his kneeling position between Lois' fear-trembling legs.
Lois had watched in wide-eyed fear and horror as the tough, black-bearded leader had delivered those hurtful blows to Vivian's beautiful face. Oh, God h-he's some kind of a-a ... sadistic mad man ...!
Bill Wunder was stretched out beside her, now, and his hands began to roam down across the flat smoothness of her belly and back up to her breast, removing Buck's hand from it; then, he too dropped his head down to take the distended coral nipple into his mouth. He used his teeth to nibble on it, painfully ... but even so, she felt the tingling sensuality of it, her breast seeming to swell and push up at his mouth. There was a hungry mouth on each breast, now ... and she looked up, helplessly, at Mickey Blackum as he leered down into her face and told her, "Baby ... you're going to get fucked ... like you've never been fucked before!"
"P-Please ... don't ...?" she pleaded. "I-I've ... never ..."
"Never ... what?"
"... Done it with more than one ... m-man ...!" she trembled.
"Then ... it'll be even more fun because you're going to be stuffed with cock every place it's possible to put one!"
"Oh ... Gooodddddd! Nooooooooo!" she wailed, her imagination working overtime, the bizarre, vile ideas slashing through her brain ... leaving her almost in shock. H-He can't mean that ... it's monstrous ... inhuman ...!
Buck Sloan looked up from her breast he was mauling and asked, "Mickey when do we start on the real fun things?"
"Hell ... anytime you want except that I'm going to fuck her in the cunt!" the gang leader grunted, as he dropped his head down between her thighs, his tongue lashing out to the short, hardened length of her sensate clitoris.
Ecstatic sensations throbbed there, as he licked her several times before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth, lightly, his hotly moist tongue dancing directly on the nerve-rich head of the miniature phallus. She couldn't hold back her moan of pleasure; it just came tumbling out of her mouth.
Peeper Martin crawled onto the bed just then, looking for a piece of the action. Buck Sloan chose that moment to kneel up; growlingly, he told Bill on the other side of her, "Move your ass, Wunder Boy ... I'm going to try something!"
Grumbling, Bill moved away, enough to allow the small, bandy-legged Sloan to straddle Lois' chest. She looked up at him through her tears, her eyes pleading, but he ignored her tears, telling her, "Listen, Baby ... I'm going to fuck you between the tits ... so you hold them up with your hands ... and kind of push them together ... understand?"
Lois tilted her head down to look between her quivering breasts. She saw Buck's short but very thick cock jutting out, menacingly, and as she gasped with disbelief of the thing he wanted to do, he spat into the palm of his hand, reached down and gripped the fat shaft of his cock and, slowly, stroked the foreskin back to reveal it's shiny, throbbing head. With deliberate slowness, he rubbed his saliva all over it.
"Damn ... you've got the prettiest set of tits ... I've ever seen!" he chortled, his ferret eyes looking out at her with salacious desire.
She had made no move to follow his instructions. "Get them pushed up ... like I told you ...!"
"N-No!" she told him. "That's horrible ..."
"You got no choice ... Baby-Doll! Bill ... do it for her ... and make damn sure you hold them tight!"
Bill Wunder knelt at her head, and reaching out to the soft, swelling mounds of her tingling breasts, pushed them up, cupping them from the sides, until the valley between them was closed; then Buck Sloan flexed his hips forward to drive his heavy cock between them. She felt it bulk against the cringing softness of her satiny smooth flesh, as it forced its way into the confined space. Oh, God ... I n-never thought of this ...!
Leaning forward, now, Buck began to plunge in and out of the narrow valley between her breasts. She felt the moistly warm shaft, throbbing against the sensitive flesh ... while below Mickey's tongue was driving her wild with desire, as it stabbed in and out of her now searingly ecstatic cuntal passage ... and when his tongue worked down, momentarily, to play, moistly, warmly, on the puckered flesh of her anus, she moaned with the abject humiliation of it ... at the same time as her hips undulated up to that tormenting tongue for more of the same.
Martin had watched as Buck crawled up astraddle of the blonde to begin fucking her between the tits. He decided to wait; there was nothing he could do right then, but there was the black-haired bitch. She was still curled up, sobbing from the hurts Mickey had inflicted. Terry, in the other end of the trailer was naked, now, and she was crawling up into the bunk where Stan and Harry lay tied hand and foot. So that left Vivian. With strong hands he pulled her up.
"Get up on your knees!" he ordered.
Vivian obeyed him, silently, getting up on all fours, her full found naked buttocks waving, whitely, in the air. Peeper Martin moved in behind her. He was interested only in straight fucking, right then. His cock lanced out, rigid and ready, and without further preparation, he grasped his rock-hard cock, directed it to the pulsing opening of her cunt and rammed it into her, hard. It was a dry entrance, but he didn't care, as with animal force he plundered her, his cock going into the soft cuntal flesh like an unpeeled log.
"OOoohh!" Vivian groaned. "Wait ... until ... I'm r-ready!"
Martin, knowing that he was defying his leader, Mickey Blackum, merely withdrew until only the lust-inflated head of his demanding prick remained in the abraded vestibule of her vagina, then gripping her hips above the swelling curve, he gored into her, again and again, fucking her, animalistically. After a few moments of this, Vivian began to feel the sensations of sexual need, and her hips began to waggle back at him, countering his feral, plunging cock.
Lois, lying there, with Buck Sloan astraddle her chest, mindlessly, shoving his cock in and out, between her breasts, while Bill held them up, pushing them together, to form the channel of warm, satiny flesh into which he thrust, using the space between as a surrogate cunt, was helpless to stop it. Her mind was in a daze. She was responding, against her will, to the tongue Mickey Blackum shot into her, in tempo to the flexing hips of Buck Sloan. Oh ... I-I can't stand it! His t-tongue's ... so good ... and I can't help it! She remembered how she had listened and watched as this same man had sucked ... and fucked that girl, called Terry, that night, on the sleeping bag. God! How hot she had been! How much she had wanted it then! Now ... it's about to happen ... for real ...! Oh, God! I've got to have it! I've got to have his cock ... i-in me ... fucking me! Now!
Without thought, unconsciously, her hands drifted up to cup themselves under Bill Wunder's hands. Realizing, instantly, what she wanted, he slipped his hands away, and her hands replaced his. She was cupping her tingling breasts up around the fat, pulsing cock that slid wetly between them. She looked up at Buck Sloan's face. His eyes were closed. He breathed, raspily, through his mouth, which was hanging open, almost witlessly, as he pumped back and forth, driving his cock into the soft whiteness of the tight channel between Lois' full-mounded breasts. Suddenly, she realized that he was almost ready to cum ... and now, below, her hips ground up to Mickey's mouth, countering his rhythmic tonguing of her desire-filled cunt ... wanting it to be filled with rampaging cock.
With a quick, forceful, final thrust, Buck Sloan came. His cock jerked, spewing his cum into the hollow of her breasts, as he held himself rigidly immobile, his face reflecting the animal satisfaction he felt as his lewd sperm was emptied from him. "Christ!" he gasped. "That's ... almost as good as a tight cunt!"
Lois felt the flooding, sticky warmth of his cum, as it jetted from him ... and unbelievably, she felt a certain tingle of increased sexual stimulation in the knowledge that she had given him a measure of satisfaction as he had fucked her in that unlikely place But he's really ... a-a rapist! They're forcing me ... a-all of them!
Bill Wunder growled, "Okay, Buck crawl the hell off ... Mickey and me ... are going to do the job right, now!"
Reluctantly, Buck Sloan withdrew his still jerking prick from the channel of mammary flesh, and leaning to the side, he threw his leg off, over her, rolling to his side to collapse into a satiated heap. Lois still held her breasts aloft and together, not knowing what to do for the spreading, liquid puddle of sperm. Surprisingly, it was Bill Wunder, who spotted the box of tissues. He took a handful of them and handed them to Buck. "Clean her up!" he told him, his voice brittle.
Buck glared at him ... but he did it, swabbing up his white, viscous semen from between her breasts. Slowly, she released them, allowing him to wipe her chest clean.
At that point, Mickey raised his head from her sensation-filled cunt, grating, "You're hot ... Bitch! Hot enough to be fucked ... now!"
His eyes swung around the interior of the trailer. Terry was getting her kicks with the two squares, tied up on the bed. The Wunder Boy was kneeling just above Lois' head, his big cock held in his hand, caressingly, waiting none too patiently for Bill Sloan to finish wiping up his cum on her chest ... and behind him, at the foot of the big double bunk, Peeper Martin was slamming his big cock into Vivian, from behind. She was fucking back at him, furiously ...
Mickey's anger was instantaneous and terrible. "You God damned son-of-a-bitch, Peeper ... I told you to leave her for last ... for me to fuck!" he roared.
"So ... what are you going to do about it ... now?" Martin shot back, insolently.
"Nothing ... right now but when we're finished here ... God help me I'll kill you!" Mickey stormed.
... Then, turning back to Lois, he wedged himself down between her legs and guided his long thick cock directly into her cuntal passage. All of his fury drove him ... and he plunged his big prick into her with cruel force, ramming it home in the tender flesh of her pussy with one deeply penetrating thrust.
She screamed loud, once, before Bill Wunder clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up ... Bitch !" he hissed into her ear, while below, Mickey, infuriated, lustfully incited, slammed into her, without mercy, his big cock racing in and out of her cuntal passage with the power of a pile-driver.
Working himself around, reversing his position, while at the same time, keeping Lois gagged, Bill flung a leg over to straddle her chest; then, he looked down at her, his lust-filled eyes gleaming points of light blue steel, as he told her, "Now ... Baby, you get to eat my cock! Turn your lips over your teeth ... and make damned sure you don't try any funny stuff! You hurt me at all ... and I'll knock your head off ... understand?"
He took his hand away and guided his long thin cock to her lips. "Take it in your mouth!" he commanded.
"OOoohh, God! N-No!" she shuddered, attempting to turn her head aside.
One strong hand, the fingers entangled in her golden blonde hair, turned her head back straight; the other clamped hard on the muscles at the hinge of her jaw, forcing her mouth open ... and before she could voice further objection, The Wunder Boy's cock was in her mouth. "Remember ... what I told you!" he croaked, leering lewdly into her face.
Helpless in his grasp, she obeyed him abjectly, shielding her teeth by turning her lips over them, then ovaling them around the shaft of his prick. God! What else can I-I do?
It was, surprisingly, silky soft, almost rubbery in her mouth, and there was a tangy flavor that seemed not at all unpleasant ... but she was revulsed with the unnaturalness of it.
"Use your tongue ... now!" Wunder grated.
Experimentally, Lois ran her tongue, swirlingly, around the throbbing corona and felt the erotic shock of it in him, as his cock's head pulsed, expandingly, inside her mouth.
Then, with short, slow strokes, be moved it in and out of her lips, shoving in a little more of his long, thin length with each deliberate movement. As more and more of his shaft was absorbed into her mouth and throat, she gagged ... but there was no escaping it; he just kept moving, steadily, paying no attention to her distress.
"You'll get used to it!" he growled, finally. "You can start doing some sucking on it ... and before you're through it's going to be going right down your throat!"
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God! How m-much more of it ... c-can I take ...?
Below, Mickey had been pounding into her so hard, that she could do nothing, but now her whole body was responding to the two men. She began to move up against him, wanting to take all of him deep into her lust-incited cunt. She couldn't help it. She wanted it ... wanted to be fucked hard and deep. Then, she was conscious that her throat was relaxed and she was beginning to take Bill Wunder's cock as deeply into her mouth and throat as Mickey's outsize prick was storming into her needful cunt. Sexual rapture was overwhelming her, as she sucked and licked, wildly, at the huge presence in her mouth, at the same time as her hips rose to take all of the bearded gang leader's cock into her throbbing cuntal sheath.
On the bed, at the other end of the trailer, Terry, who had been licked to steaming readiness by Stan Brewster, while at the same time she had sucked Harry Williams' massive cock to pulsating white heat, shifted her position. Straddling Harry's helpless body, she reached back to guide his long thick shaft to the tender, young orifice of her pussy; then dropping her weight down on him, she absorbed his titanic cock to its full length and breadth. "Oh ... My God!" she gasped with surprise, as she realized the true enormity of it. "Damn! You are big!" Then, as she began to work her hips, forcing her cunt to ride up and down that great shaft she had absorbed, she turned passion-filled eyes to Stan and murmured, "If you hitch yourself around ... so I can get at you ... I'll suck you off ... at the same time!"
Stan had been terribly worked up by his licking and sucking at her moistly pink cunt ... but that was all he could do. Both he and Harry were at the mercy of her sexual whims ... and he had been disappointed when she had crawled over to impale herself on Harry's big cock. Needless to say, he began squirming and snaking his body upward in the bed until, she could lean down to capture his hard, lancing cock in her mouth. God! She was an expert! Her tongue, inside her mouth, drove him wild as she licked and sucked at the same time, her head beginning to bob, as her whole body undulated, up and down on Harry's rock-hard prick.
As Peeper Martin gored into her, from behind, ramming his cock hard and deep into her, Vivian knew that she was hanging on the edge of her orgasm. She had to have more ... to make her cum.
Hissing back over her shoulder, she told him, "God damn it ... do something more! Shove your finger in my behind!"
"Okay ... Baby! Here goes!" Martin grunted, and without preparation, he searched out the tiny, crinkly-fleshed opening in the crevice of her slaving buttocks, shoving his middle finger deep into the warm sponginess of her rear passage.
Vivian groaned aloud. "That's it!" Instinctively, she writhed away from it ... but as the pleasure-pain of it enhanced the ecstasy of her coupling, she screwed her hips back at him. "Come on, now ... and fuck me hard!" she demanded.
Martin jackhammered his cock into her, with wild excitement, feeling the bulge of his finger in her anus as it ballooned the separating tissues into her cuntal sheath.
... Then, suddenly, Vivian came, her body convulsing in orgasmic rapture. "I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnnng!" she screamed. "AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaauuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!"
Peeper grunted, as he slaved away behind her; then as he felt the acid burning of impending ejaculation, he jerked his finger from her rectum and drove even deeper and harder into her wildly clasping vagina ... until his big cock erupted in a geyser of spewing semen. "Christ!" he moaned. "What a fucking ride ... that was!" They collapsed together across the foot of the bed, Vivian sliding down to her stomach with Peeper on top of her. He smiled to himself. Everything's working out, perfect! ... But, he had to work fast now!
Mickey heard Vivian's scream as she came to climax with Peeper Martin. That bastard's ruined my plans for her ... but good! I'll feed him his fucking cock ... before I kill him!
In a very few moments, Peeper got up off of Vivian, gave her behind a little pat and, stealthily, crept off the bunk bed. He dressed himself, quickly, then collected all of the gang's abandoned weapons. He had three pistols and three switch blade knives. The knives went into his pocket; the pistols were stuck in his belt. Every person in the trailer was busily engaged in a sex activity, except Buck Sloan. He raised up to see what Peeper was doing ... why he was fully dressed. Crawling off the bed, he approached Martin, asking, "Where the hell you going?" Only when Peeper turned toward him did the small, bandy-legged, ferret-eyed gang member see the arsenal of weapons in Peeper's belt.
It was too late. Peeper drew one of the pistols and swung it in a short arc to crash against Buck's forehead. The injured man went down, without a sound, sprawling heavily to the floor ... unconscious.
Peeper's next move was unpredictable. He gathered up Terry's clothing, then grasping her by her long, auburn hair, he pulled her mouth off of Stan's big jerking cock. "We're splitting he hissed at her! Get your ass off that square and let's go!"
"What are you yakking about?" she asked. "W-We can't do that ... and besides I'm going to cum ... pretty soon!"
"To hell with that! I'm taking care of all that from now on! You're riding with me! You're going to be my mama!"
"Why ... what's happening?"
"This's the end of Blackum's rope!" he told her showing her the pistols.
Harry understood, instantly, as he listened to Peeper. "Just cut us loose ... and leave a couple of those guns!" he suggested.
"I'm not making it that easy!" Martin grunted.
Stan looked down the length of the trailer to see that Mickey was slamming his cock, pile-drive hard, into his wife's demanding cunt ... while the other, silvery-blonde gang member was forcing his prick deep into Lois' mouth and throat. Vivian was stretched out at the foot of the bed ... and in the middle of the floor Buck Sloan lay unconscious. God damn! He raged to himself. Both those sons-of-bitches ... are raping her at the same time! His cock jerked with frustration. Terry's mouth had brought him to the point of no return. Christ! His balls ached, terribly, with his need to cum. There was one thing Peeper could do. He suggested it.
"Do one thing ... before you go! Tell Vivian to come over here ...!"
"Okay!" He thrust Terry's clothes at her. "Start getting dressed!" He walked to the other end of the trailer, leaned over Vivian and murmured, "Go get into the other bunk, now ... because all hell's going to bust loose in here ... in just a few minutes!"
Vivian, sensing a favorable turn of events but not knowing exactly what was happening, obeyed. She got off the bunk bed, quietly, and padded to the other end of the trailer, suppressing a gasp as she saw Buck Sloan stretched out, still unconscious. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
Slipping on her jeans and shirt and carrying her jacket and boots, Terry McCauley followed Peeper Martin out of the trailer. They ran to the gang's campsite, where Martin, quickly, stripped ignition parts from the other's motorcycles and flung them into the brush. In a few minutes, Terry was packed. He tied the pack onto his motorcycle, and with Terry up behind him, eased out of the campground. Always the opportunist, Terry had no qualms about what she was doing. All she knew was that she was riding with the smartest and the strongest. It was obvious that Mickey Blackum was in for a tremendous fall. Somewhere, he had made a serious mistake!
The three people on the bed, at the rear of the trailer, were completely oblivious of all else but the rapture of their sexual couplings. Lois, lay on her back while Mickey's cock thundered into her needful cunt, while at the same time, Bill Wunder, his eyes closed, raced his long thin cock in and out of her warmly moist, sucking mouth. He was almost ready to cum. His breath was raspy and his hips jerked with the urgency of his need.
Suddenly, the head of his cock began to expand, hotly, in her mouth. It was her first inkling of his nearness to orgasm. She hadn't even thought about it ... before, until her mouth and throat was flooded with an almost continuous jetting flow of his white, hot, lewdly pumping semen. God! He's cumming ... i-in my m-mouth! She swallowed ... and swallowed to keep from gagging, while he used the strength of his legs to force it ever deeper into her throat. She heard his gasp of joy ... and she kept sucking and swallowing, wildly ... wanting all of it ... after her first shock of gagging revulsion.
... Then, within a very few plundering strokes, Mickey, too, came to his thundering climax. His sperm shot from the slitted head of his demanding cock far up into the wildly clasping confines of her cuntal sheath.
"Christ!" he blurted. "What a gorgeous cunt!"
With a satisfied grunt he collapsed, twisting his body aside, slightly, because Bill Wunder still sat astride her breasts, his cock rammed deep into her mouth, as the last of his cum was pumped from him.
It had taken only a few moments for Vivian to free Stan Brewster and her husband, Harry; then, using the rolls of surgical tape, she knelt on the floor of the trailer and bound the unconscious Buck Sloan.
Harry slipped his P-38 Luger from a drawer, while Stan slipped, stealthily, to the kitchen area, where he found a ten-inch butcher's knife.
It was a surprised Bill Wunder, who opened his glazed eyes to look into the muzzle of Harry's unwavering pistol. Williams, his face set in grim lines, warned him to silence and waved him off the bed. Stan and Vivian, working together, swiftly, tied him and gagged him. He lay on the floor of the trailer near Buck Sloan, his pale blue eyes blazing with helpless frustration.
What she was seeing didn't register on Lois. She tottered on the crumbling edge of orgasmic release. Mickey had satisfied his own lust ... and now he lay, heavily, on top of her, not moving, his cock growing flaccid within her inflamed vagina. She moaned aloud. "Oh, God ... don't stop ... now! Keep it up! Keep on f-fucking me ... until I cum!"
Stan heard his wife's pleading. Damn ... she's begging him for it ... and the son-of-a-bitch can't do anything for her! The knowledge of her need ... the fact she had begged to be fucked worked in him. He, too, had been brought to a towering level of desire ... until Peeper Martin had pulled Terry's mouth off of him. Christ! He wanted to fuck her, on the instant ... but first he and Harry would have to immobilize the bearded gang leader!
Moving in close, holding the big knife in one hand, Stan reached out with the other, grabbed a large handful of Mickey's black hair and yanked his head up to glare into his face. Harry pressed the muzzle of his pistol against Blackum's temple.
"Get up ... slow and easy! It's all over ... for you!" Stan growled.
Mickey was startled. "What the hell!" He tried to roll away, but Stan held him close, bringing the sharp butcher's knife up under his bearded chin.
"Move!" Harry Williams barked.
"Peeper! Buck! Wunder Boy!" Mickey shrilled.
"It's no use! We've got two of them ... and one bugged out! He took the girl with him!" Stan grated, jerking hard on Mickey's hair.
"Peeper! It must've been Peeper!" Mickey shouted, almost hysterically.
In a few seconds, he joined his companions on the floor of the trailer, trussed up and gagged, securely.
On the bed, Lois moaned aloud, "Oh, God ... what's happening?" She was still in the throes of passion, needing and wanting a cock in her to bring her to the orgasm that was just beyond her reach. "P-Please ... Stan ... Harry ... anybody? I-I want to cum! Oh, God ... somebody ... fuck me!"
Both Stan and Harry leaped to their feet and made for the bed. They reached it at the same time. "Hold off!" Stan warned. "She's my wife ... and by God ... I'm going to fuck her ... like she wants!"
"We can both fuck her!" Harry grunted. "No sweat!"
"How ... God damn it!"
"Easy! You take her in the cunt ... and I'll take her in the ass!"
"Oh, please ... hurry!" Lois moaned, her hands clawing at her wildly needful pussy.
In silent agreement, the two men laid aside their weapons and clambered onto the bed.
"Turn her over on her belly!" Harry directed.
Numb to everything but the demanding need gnawing at the core of her being, Lois was compliant in their hands, not caring, now, as she felt secure in the knowledge that Stan and Harry were there.
Quickly, Harry straddled her, a hand on each of the rounded cheeks of her quivering buttocks. With firm force he pulled them apart to reveal the tiny, puckered opening of her anus. Dipping the head of his cock, momentarily, into the copious liquids of her cuntal orifice, he directed it against the rubbery flesh of her rear passage.
... And as Stan watched in astonishment, he forced it into the warm sponginess of her rectum.
Lois screamed with the pain of it ... and Harry crooned to her, "Don't worry, Lois, Baby ... you'll crawl the walls in a minute or two!" He drove it into her another inch. She screamed, again.
"Stop it, Harry! You'll split her apart!" Stan bellowed.
Vivian was there, now. Calmly, she said, "No ... it won't! It'll hurt only for a moment or two! I should know ...!"
Then, with a final prodigious plunge, Harry gored his cock to the root of it, deep in her rear passage ... but now she only moaned. It was changing for her ... as she adjusted to the unnatural presence. Tentatively, her hips ground in a tiny circle under him ... around and around the rock-hard shaft of his cock buried in her backside.
Harry Williams dropped his full weight down on top of Stan's wife, then rolled swiftly to his side, his brawny arms wrapped around her to take her over with him, lightly as a feather. Instantly, Stan came between Lois' legs. Guiding his expectant cock, that throbbed achingly from delayed action, straight into her, he plunged it to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
His wife moaned up into his face, "Fuck me ... hard ... now ... damn it!"
He did.
... And, under her, Harry sawed up into the clasping sheath of her rectum ... as above with equal, feral energy, Stan plundered the sensate flesh of her cunt.
Under the double pounding of their cocks, as the two virile men fucked her, she began to spiral toward the orgasm that eluded her ... and within a few minutes she convulsed between them, her release washing over her with emotional rapture. Never had she known anything like it ... especially after the searing pain in her rectum had turned to ecstasy.
... Then ... she was there ... and she screamed out her pleasure.
She went limp, completely relaxed, like a rag doll between them, her senses swimming on the edge of unconsciousness. She saw, heard, smelled ... but mostly, she felt! Oh, God! It feels ... so absolutely ... wonderful ...!
Vivian, watching, was stimulated, again and she wanted it too! She saw Lois cum to her soaring orgasm and realized that neither of the two men had ejaculated.
Suddenly, she knew. She could ... she would be able to have them ... both of them!
"Harry! Stan! She's already cum!" she trilled. "Let me take her place! I want you both ... to, fuck me!"
Stan heard her. God damn! She's right! We can't do anymore for Lois!"
He pulled rampaging cock from his wife's satiated cunt, and as Vivian Williams waggled her buttocks back at him, he knee-walked over to her. Reaching back, she guide his massive, hardened cock right into her anal passage. She helped him, pushing her hips back and rotating them, to ease his entrance.
Stan gasped, as his cock sunk into the clasping warmth of her backside, then following Harry's example, he turned Harry's wife over.
Finally, Harry was aware of what was happening. He rolled Lois from him and quickly mounted his wife.
When it was over, they rested, Harry served fresh drinks, and as they drank, they surveyed their three captives, not knowing yet what they should do with them.
"Let's finish our drinks ... first!" Harry said. "I don't think they'll be going anywhere ... yet!"
"I think we should just turn them loose!" Vivian suggested. "They'd certainly never try the same thing ... with us ... again!"
Chapter 8
The vacation was over. It was Saturday morning, Lois bustled about with her Saturday morning cleaning chores around the house. Stan was out in the yard. He had been mowing the lawn, but now, she didn't hear the sputter of the little engine. Looking out the window, Lois saw Stan talking to the new redheaded neighbor, who was looking on with studied female helplessness while Stan tinkered with the engine of her lawn mower. Well ... it looks like Stan's moving in on her! It'll be just a matter of time ... now ... She was dreamy for a moment, as she remembered the tall good-looking husband of the well-built redhead. His name was Brooks Redmond ... and he had jet-black hair, too ...
Then, she remembered that other man ... the one with the black beard ... the one called Mickey. She was glad they had decided to let them go. In a brutal way ... he had done something for her. She had found her true sexuality ... her own self ... under him, as he had slammed his big cock, into her.
The rest of their vacation had been spent with the Williams. It had opened up a new life for her and Stan. Now, they were talking about sex ... and they were swinging every chance they got. It's only a matter of time ... I think until Stan breaks down and we'll join that club we were invited to ...
Twenty minutes later, Stan came into the house, sweating and whistling a happy tune.
"Well ...?" Lois demanded.
"It was easy as apple pie!" he told her cheerily. "Brooks and Sherry Redmond are coming over for a barbecued dinner with us ... tonight!"
"I'd better get out to the super-market right away, then!" She felt a rising excitement.
"... And be sure to check the liquor supply!" Stan reminded her.
She came into her husband's arms, offering her lips and giving her loins a suggestive grind up against him.
"What about tonight ...?" she murmured.
"We'll just have to play it by ear ... I guess ... just make sure that both bedrooms are ready!" Stan directed. "And ... if you don't stop that ... you'll be getting it right here on the kitchen floor!"
"What's so bad about that?"
"It'd be great ... except it might slow things down ... tonight!" He used both hands grasping her rounded buttocks to pull her undulating loins in close to his awakening penis that had begun to throb to erection inside his pants.
"Okay ... darling ..." she agreed, writhing from his grasp.
"Come back here ... you little teaser!"
"No ... not now, Stan!" she smiled, picking up her car keys. "I've got things to do ... to get ready for tonight ... and we don't want anything to interfere with that ... do we ...?"
