Because of its flamboyant and eccentric lifestyles and its close association in the minds of most people with the so-called "consciousness-expanding" drugs such as marijuana, hashish, LSD, peyote and so forth, not to mention the deplorable case of the Manson "Family" murders, the hippie movement in present-day America has received far more than its due share of publicity. The vast majority of our youth retains the good old-fashioned honorable ideals of hard work, clean living and self-improvement which have made our country what it is today.
Nevertheless, the hippie subculture is not only very much with us, it is expanding! There are similar movements in all the industrialized nations of Western Europe and indeed even in the repressive Communist countries behind the Iron Curtain. It is not enough, therefore, as many of us have a tendency to do, merely to write off these long-haired, beard-wearing hordes as dirty lazy scroungers and spongers, a disastrous product of the Welfare State. The movement, with its own music, literature and art, is too important to be so summarily dismissed, and it behooves every citizen who is sincerely interested in understanding the vast, often subterranean forces at work in contemporary society to examine the meaning of this strange phenomenon.
Why have so many of our young people, often coming from families in the upper income brackets and consequently having more advantages and opportunities than the average, turned their backs on the traditional modes of behavior and adopted a set of mores which is completely alien to the American way of life? Why, instead of marrying and forming what are now referred to as nuclear families where the roles of husband-father and wife-mother are clearly defined, do they prefer to live in communes where the children are taught to consider all members as their mothers and fathers and where the usual norms of sexual conduct between men and women are totally absent? Why, instead of trying to get ahead and improve their standing in society, do they turn, for example, to subsistence farming as a means of seeking out a living. Why have they rejected the orthodox faiths of their forefathers and plunged headlong into the mystic religions of the Far East, Taoism, Buddhism and Hinduism? Why has the I-Ching become their Bible?
In their attempts to answer these puzzling questions, some sociologists have traced the origins of hippyism as far back as Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the great eighteenth-century French philosopher who propounded the ideal of the Noble Savage and proposed a 'Return to Nature' as a means of escaping the ills of organized society. Others blame the general permissiveness rampant in the ways we are presently bringing up our children, for their "dropping out" of the established order, citing the works of Freud, Dewey, Bettelheim and even the venerable Dr. Spock as sources of this trend.
Sociology is still an inexact science and the origins of the hippie movement may never be pinpointed to the satisfaction of all, but no one will deny that in its rejection of traditional American values it represents a potentially powerful threat to our society unless properly contained and redirected.
It is to precisely this problem which the author addresses himself in his penetrating new novel. A young married couple, typically Middle American, is thrown in with four hippies, two boys and two girls, under rather unusual circumstances. The resultant clash in lifestyle provides the author the opportunity for a keen analysis of the hippie mentality and enables him to suggest a way out of the dilemma.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Hartnett stifled a sob as her husband Lars rolled callously off her taut aching body and fell immediately into drunken snoring sleep. God, he had done it again! Taken her brutally in their own marriage bed as if she was some little whore up against a wall in a dark alley somewhere.
She was sure that after drinking all that whisky he hadn't the faintest idea who was lying under him when he groaned the way he did and shot his sperm blindly up into her sorely-abused vagina ... or even cared. He never made love to her any more except when he had had a lot to drink ... sometimes too much. A couple of times recently he'd actually fallen asleep right in the middle of doing it.
But not tonight, Nancy reminded herself grimly, as she felt his semen beginning to ooze warmly out into the wetly tangled pubic curls covering her bruised and aching pelvis. Tonight he had dug his fingers hard into her shoulders until she thought she would scream ... and moaned and gasped like a madman with his breath reeking of alcohol as he pounded away at her helplessly pinioned loins. How was she supposed to respond when he made love to her like a lust-crazed savage, she asked herself bewilderedly. Once he had been so gentle and kind.
She didn't know what had gone wrong but Lars had changed so much in the one year since they had been married, he hardly seemed to be the same person at all any more. Impulsively Nancy switched on the night lamp to scrutinize his handsome blonde head. Thanks to the Swedish blood on his mother's side of the family he had the true Nordic good looks high forehead, straight sharply-defined nose, strong blunt chin and piercing blue eyes. When they had first started dating while she was still a senior at the University and he was a young guest lecturer, she had thought of him as her beautiful Viking and always pictured him secretly to herself as standing in the prow of a foam-lashed ship, scanning the horizon for new lands to conquer...
But recently his full sensual lips had begun to seem a lot thicker and fleshier to her, almost coarse, and the touch of his mouth when he kissed her hello or good-bye which were the only times he ever did kiss her any more was becoming definitely distasteful. She had the impression she could always smell the alcohol, even in the morning. Of course, she knew that was pure imagination on her part. Lars only drank at night, not even a cocktail at lunch during the day. Otherwise he could never have acquired the reputation as being one of the hardest-working, most brilliant young architects in San Francisco. And he was universally admired and respected in the large circle of intelligent and attractive friends they had made in the Bay Area.
No, Lars hadn't changed outwardly, Nancy admitted to herself ... only in his relationship with her, which was the surest sign of all that her marriage was coming apart at the seams. Was there another woman? Naturally she had asked herself that question many times in the past few months ... and if there was, she would divorce Lars and that would be that. She had been brought up to strictly believe in the sanctity of the marriage vows and would no more tolerate infidelity on his part than she would dream of being unfaithful to him.
But somehow she didn't think there was another woman. Their whole trouble seemed to stem from his heavy after-dinner drinking. And what was she, Nancy Claridge Hartnett, going to do about it? Obviously it was up to her to solve the problem. Discouragedly, she stared at the little trickle of saliva drooling from her husband's half-open mouth onto the clean pillowcase that she had changed just that morning.
Well, right at that moment what she was going to do was go to the bathroom and wash herself thoroughly, that was all a nice warm bath to soothe her frazzled nerves, and nothing else. She had promised herself last time not to make herself cum with her fingers again, even if Lars in his drunken selfishness failed to bring her to a climax and God knows how long it had been since he had done that! With a little tingling quiver of excitement already starting deep down in the pit of her belly she quickly switched off the night lamp and swung her long shapely legs lithely out of bed.
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Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror in the cozy warmth of the bathroom as the tub slowly filled beneath the glistening foam of fragrant pine-scented bubble bath she had added to the water, Nancy felt her long suppressed resentment rise abruptly to the surface. Damn Lars anyway! What right did he have to treat a body like hers as some kind of ... of receptacle or container for his boozy ejaculations! She didn't think she was a very vain person by nature but she had eyes in her head and enough brains to compare the voluptuous body reflected in the mirror in front of her with what she saw in skimpy bikinis on the beaches and the beauty ads in the magazines. Her full proud breasts were as high and firm, her waist as narrow and the gentle flare of her hips and thighs as graceful as the best she had seen-and her legs with their long beautifully-rounded calves tapering into slender ankles and dainty feet.
God! How many times had Lars told her she had the most beautiful legs in the world, not to mention his almost adolescent-sounding rhapsodies about her glossy auburn hair and the limpid pools of the gray-green eyes! Sure, she had good legs and nice hair and eyes but they weren't the most beautiful in the world and she'd told him so. When he was courting her, she'd always been the one with her feet on the ground, while he was lost in romantic visions of undying passion, eternal love and so on. She'd warned him that there were always ups and downs in every marriage and that the novelty of her body would wear off for him but he had been so fervent in his denials that she had weakened and almost believed him. At least she certainly hadn't been prepared for the recent turn of events in which he treated her body as nothing but a convenience beneath his contempt.
Nancy's glance drifted down to the semen-oozing russet "vee" at the tender juncture of her inner thighs and she stepped quickly into the balmy warmth of the tub, delighting in the smooth velvety feel of the bubbling water. With supple fingers she rapidly soaped her neck, shoulders and breasts and then parted the soft slippery lips of her pussy, tilting her pelvis upward to better let the healing liquid enter and soak the sensitive flesh of her vagina which was still raw from the brutal suddenness of Lars' unwanted entry.
God, she felt almost as sore down there as she had during the first days of their honeymoon in the cabin up on Creely Lake ... well, no, nothing could equal the excruciating physical agony of those two long weeks. Making love had been so painful for her the whole time they were there she had never been able to satisfy Lars except with her hand. Of course, he had been very patient and understanding with her, telling her how lucky and proud he was to have a real old-fashioned virgin bride instead of one of these modern girls who believed in trying out everything that came along in pants before they settled down ... still, she could tell that deep down he had been disappointed by her inability to immediately attune herself to his desires and that he would have preferred her to have more experience. Good Lord, she'd never even seen a man's erect penis in real life until Lars had undressed that first night, and nothing she'd ever read in the marriage manuals had prepared her for anything that huge with its enormous dark red tip all flared out and swollen with blood and lust for her. Was it any wonder that she'd been a little scared and that it had taken her body longer than the books said it should to adjust to his lovemaking? She still wasn't sure that Lars' cock wasn't larger than normal, and to tell the truth she had nothing to compare it with, except Ned Clark's...
Nancy actually felt herself go goose pimple all over in spite of the steamy warmth of the water in the tub. One night after dinner just a few days before, with Lars and Ned's wife Sheila sitting in the next room not ten feet away, Ned had grabbed her in the little hallway leading to her kitchen and before she realized what he was doing he had shoved her hand down between their two bodies to touch his thick hard exposed penis. The head was all moist and burning hot. He must have given himself an erection in the guest toilet and then waited for her to come out of the kitchen. She'd been so flabbergasted she let him move her hand up and down the whole rigid length of the monstrous thing a couple of times before she came to her senses...
Nancy lifted her hand up through the clinging film of bubbles covering the green bathwater and stared wonderingly at her long slim fingers. The miracle of human flesh constantly renewing itself never ceased to astonish her. These fingers had really for just a split second in time been tightly locked around Ned Clark's throbbing penis almost as if they had been held there by a powerful electric current and couldn't let go yet they showed no sign of it. Instead, the memory of that searing contact seemed to have been branded forever into her brain. She hadn't mentioned it to Lars. Ned was her husband's best friend and she didn't want to be the cause of breaking up their friendship. It had been just a momentary lapse on Ned's part, without importance. Of course, if it happened again...
Dreamily Nancy let her hand sink beneath the green water again where of its own will it came to rest on her soft pubic curls which were silky and clean. Now one of her innocent fingers grazed the instantly alerted bud of her clitoris as if by accident. Accident ... it was always, and never by accident, and she knew she was again going to enjoy the forbidden pleasure which her love-famished body required no, absolutely demanded as she had known it would ever since she left her husband's bed. And why not? What he did to her, using her body in his degrading pursuit of drunken orgasms, was far worse than making herself cum in the cleansing warmth of her bath.
She raised both hands and cupped her full, widely set breasts so that the glistening red nipples pouted up out of their pinkish-brown coronas just below the diaphanous film of bubbles. They were already stiffening and pulsating with the erotic desire flowering eagerly in her loins. God, how she wished she could suck them herself! She blew away the bubbles and licked out her tongue hungrily toward them ... How long had it been since Lars had raved over the beautiful shape and firmness of her breasts, comparing their cream-whiteness with alabaster and tracing the delicate network of tiny blue veins with the tip of his tongue before beginning to greedily suck them as if he could never get enough. God, he'd driven her wild doing that, even before she could take all of his huge virile penis up into her vagina without half-fainting. From the very beginning she'd loved him sucking her breasts and now he never even gave them so much as a glance. What had gone wrong? Why after months of tenderness had he suddenly started making love to her as if he wanted to punish her instead of giving her pleasure ... weeks without a caress or word of endearment? What had happened? Was she any less desirable?
For a second the thought almost panicked Nancy, but immediately the memory of Ned Clark's recent passionate embrace in the hallway returned to her and, yes, comforted her even though she knew it was wrong to think about it. At least Ned still thought she was desirable. Before she had been able to push him away he had covered her neck and half-bare shoulder with fervent kisses, all the while holding her hand clenched firmly around his burning, throbbing penis. Yes, Ned honestly desired her. There had been no play-acting about that little scene. Each minute detail had remained with vivid clarity in her mind ... the great girth of his penis which her fingers could barely encircle, the hard-veined ridges, the way the rim of the heavy desire-swollen head had jutted stickily against the skin between her thumb and forefinger...
Feverishly Nancy rubbed the palm of her hand against her curl-covered pubic mound under the water as if by stimulating herself she could somehow erase the illicit memory. But naturally the friction only telegraphed new and even more inadmissible messages through her now relaxed and receptive nerve-ends. Suppose he did ... try to kiss her again? Or suppose he invited her to have lunch with him at the Chinese restaurant he had told her about one time ... the kind of place tourists would never find in a hundred years and everything on the menu was some kind of aphrodisiac? You went through what looked like an ordinary Chinese laundry and came out in a beautiful little garden right in the heart of the city ... and all around the garden were private dining rooms, some for just two people, where you could eat and then make love without even leaving the table ... and eat some more and make love again. She realized now that when he had told her about the restaurant it was really a veiled invitation. But suppose he came right out and asked her?
Nancy leaned her head back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes, letting her subtle fingers continue their intimate ministrations to her pulsing little clitoral bud and feeling the rising heat of desire in her body fuse and merge with the steamy warmth of the water enveloping her. God, she could almost see herself in one of those dining rooms, all black velvet and brocade and motifs of red dragons, and she was thrown back on a low couch behind a table loaded with exotic food, now forgotten, because Ned's firm lips were pressed hard against her teeth as his tongue hungrily explored the softness of her mouth. And the delicious floating sensation she felt was due to the hard moist head of his penis rotating around and around her clitoris and dipping into the folds of her pussy-lips, preparing her for its long gliding journey deep up into her yearning vagina...
At the thought of Ned's unfamiliar and somehow mysterious penis penetrating her loins, Nancy felt a frightening rush of anguished desire through her veins and she reached blindly for the cold water faucet, turning it on full blast. She had to get hold of herself and cleanse her mind of these lewd upsetting images. Good Lord, she had actually been fantasizing about committing adultery with Ned Clark! The current of freezing water churning up from the bottom of the tub soon chilled her back to rationality, so she turned it off and turned the hot water back on, just enough to stop herself from shivering. She knew quite well she didn't want to go to bed with Ned Clark, all she wanted was a happy life with the man she had married.
As the troubled young redhead resumed her lewd teasing of the erect little nub of sensation between her legs, she tried hard to concentrate her thoughts on Lars and the earlier happier times they had had together, but against her will her mind kept dredging up unfavorable comparisons with Ned. Ned's lips were firmer and his tall spare body was lean and hard whereas Lars, although he had been a varsity athlete in college, was getting a little pudgy from sitting around the office all day. They were both architects but Ned spent more time out at the building sites so he had the year-round healthy tan of a man of action ... and of course he didn't drink himself into a stupor every night. He didn't have to have a snootful of booze to get it up!
Where on earth had those crude words and thoughts come to her from, Nancy asked herself angrily. She never thought or talked like that, it must be something she had heard on the street.
And anyway, why couldn't she cum, damn it all, so she could go to bed and get some sleep and stop thinking about Ned Clark? The trouble was that just clitoral stimulation wasn't enough for her anymore, she wasn't a girlish virgin, she was a healthy grown woman with healthy appetites and all she could feel right now was a kind of aching void between her legs. Lars had accustomed her to having a man's big hard cock in her cunt ... yes, cock in her cunt! Those were words she never used either but they certainly were the most direct way of describing what her whole body was crying out for right at the moment.
Even before she had tentatively inserted first one, then two slim fingers up into the clasping hot sheath of her vagina Nancy knew they weren't going to be enough and she was already peering through the rising steam toward the tiled recess at the foot of the tub where the long-handled brush for back-scrubbing was lying half-ridden under a cluster of glistening bubbles. She had bought it only that very afternoon, selecting it with great care from among many makes and models...
Was the fact that the one she chose was the most phallic of the lot just an "accident," too?
In the department store display there had been back-scrubbers or scratchers or whatever you called them of every size and description, some with long thin straight handles or thin curved handles or fluted sides or imagine thingamabobs and most of them had hooks on the end. Hers had no hook on the end for the simple reason that there was nowhere to hang it, its place was down there in the recess at the foot of the tub ... and there was nothing imagine about it either. It was simple and utilitarian, about one and a half feet long counting the brush part, with a thick sturdy handle and a knob-like protuberance at the end. Also it was made out of wood she hated plastic and pink. Pink enamel. She had decided on pink because a lot of their bath towels were pink. Had there been a flicker of understanding, or even complicity, in the saleswoman's eyes? She was an older woman who must have been quite attractive once, with a wedding band on her finger ... maybe her husband was a drunken slob too!
With pounding heart Nancy reached down through the bubbles and took the brush in her trembling hand. What she was going to do was wrong! Wrong! And she knew it. But whose fault was it? Whose fault was it that she was sitting here in this hot tub fighting with every ounce of her will power against her mutinous sex-starved body? Biting her lip furiously, Nancy dropped the brush in the water and watched in fascination as the penis-like wooden handle floated around slowly under the glistening bubbles until the thick knob at the end was pointing directly up between her legs. That did it!
With a little animal-like moan of despair she grabbed the brush and threw one leg up over the rim of the bathtub, heedless of the water that sloshed out onto the floor, guiding the knobby handle past the flowering outer folds of her cunt and up into her tight vaginal opening. The smooth wood was already warm from soaking in the water and it felt ... good! God, it felt so good. And if it was wrong it was Lars' fault. She didn't even want to think about Lars, the way he treated her, it was Ned she wanted down there, Ned's long thick fiery cock that she had held for such a brief second in her hand. Yes, Ned! Timidly at first the love began to pump the brush in and out of her sheathing cuntal flesh, moving her fingers back along the handle as it went farther and farther in with each stroke, then beginning a lewd gyrating motion as she gained confidence.
It began to feel almost like a real cock inside her cunt, a real living cock fulfilling the desperate craving of her starved womanhood, and at the same time the delicious obscenity of her shameless self-fucking sent added lurid chills of delight swirling through her overwrought nerves. God, this is it, she thought in her frenzy of self-debasement when she felt the knobby end of the handle strike home against her cervix. She must have eight inches of that beautiful cock-handle up her cunt, more than she ever had before, and it was just what she needed. Harder, Ned, fuck me haaarrrdeeerrr, she groaned inwardly as she frantically accelerated the pumping rhythm, stirring up a cloud of bubbles that floated around her face and breasts, popping like ardent kisses on her gleaming skin. And then, as she fucked the bath brush madly up between her trembling legs, she felt drawn by mysterious currents far out into a sea of pure sensation where even Ned's lean hawk-like face disappeared from her mind's eye and she was swimming fearlessly with growing elation toward an enormous wave sweeping toward her from the horizon, swimming with powerful steady strokes confident in her knowledge that she would reach the crest of the wave just as it broke. Up and up the side of the glittering green wall she went, flailing the water with the superhuman strength to shoot like an arrow through the foaming spume already curving threateningly over her. With every fiber of her loins, she felt the mighty crash of the wave, the needed familiar twitch of orgasm, as it rolled over her and for an interminable instant she was pitched and churned every which way by violent eddies before she found herself floating peacefully in the drifting froth of the aftermath, the warm euphoria of her climax.
"Ohhhh, godddddd..." she moaned softly as her breasts continued to heave in the soapy water.
Finally returned to reality, Nancy stared stupidly over the edge of the tub at the soggy bathmat and the half inch of water flooding the tiled bathroom floor. The hideous pink bath brush was still floating obscenely between her out-flung legs like some unspeakable pseudo-penis. God, what had she done? Not only a lewd unnatural act, but in her imagination she had committed adultery which in a way was worse than the real thing because she alone was responsible. Self-loathing and guilt knotted the young bride's stomach and she felt that she had debauched herself forever. If only Lars had made love to her properly.
Suddenly, almost like a vision or illumination, her husband's face appeared to her and there was a strange expression on it ... uncertain ... hurt. Completely unlike him because Lars was a forceful and self-confident man ... but when had she seen that expression on his face?
Painfully Nancy stepped out of the now half-empty tub, dried herself and began to listlessly mop up the mess on the floor. She had to do something about her marriage going on the rocks pretty fast or she was a lost woman. They saw the Clarks all the time and Ned would be after her again, she felt that in her bones, and either she would eventually give in to him or just plain go crazy. Every human being needed love and affection. If only Lars...
As soon as the reproachful refrain went through her mind again, Lars' face with its strange wounded doubtful expression reappeared to her and abruptly Nancy remembered when she had seen him like that ... the first night, in their honeymoon cabin on Creely Lake, when her new husband had undressed and she had recoiled, shrunk away from his enormous erect penis with its swollen angry red head. The silly and childish, yet nevertheless, instinctive reaction of a young virgin bride.
But suppose Lars had misinterpreted her unthinking movement and attached undue importance to it. Suppose he had thought she was revolted by his virility and suppose that underneath his show of patience and affection during the first months this basic misunderstanding had been festering like an ulcer poisoning their marriage. That would explain everything, Nancy thought excitedly his sudden change in attitude toward her, his heavy drinking. He'd probably even thought she was faking when her body had finally begun to really respond to his love-making.
And the poor darling had gone on as long as he could, pretending that everything was all right but believing in his heart that she didn't love him until finally he couldn't stand it any more. That was it! His contemptuous use of her body was just a defense mechanism. He thought she had secretly scorned him from the very first moment so he had begun to deliberately scorn her. And drinking all that whisky made it possible for him to betray his naturally warm affectionate temperament.
That must be it!
With a growing and buoyant sense of certainty, Nancy swiftly finished straightening up the bathroom, scarcely giving a second thought to the longhandled pink brush as she rinsed it and put it back in its place. She knew she would never again be tempted to use it in that unnatural perverted manner if the plan now rapidly forming in her mind was successful. And she was sure it would be! Since the trouble with her marriage had all started on that first night of their honeymoon, the thing to do was to go back to the beginning and start all over. Tomorrow morning the very first thing she would telephone up to Creely Lake and reserve a cabin for the next weekend. It was so late in the season she was sure she wouldn't have any difficulty getting one. Persuading Lars to make the long drive up there for just two days might take some doing, but her marriage and her whole future were at stake and she was sure she would find the proper words. And this time she would know how to show her dear sweet husband how much she truly loved him!
CHAPTER TWO
The sun was just setting when they reached Creely Lake and Lars was in a good mood in spite of himself. The whole idea was crazy ... going back to the place where they had both spent the two most miserable weeks of their lives ... but Nancy had kept after him until finally he gave in. He ought to know better by now than to argue with her when she set her mind to something. The last month or so she'd been acting nuttier than usual weeping and wailing for no reason or putting on a phony see-what-a good-little-sport-I-am act. Ever since she had decided they were going to spend the weekend at the lake it had been the knowing, mysterious-smile bit, which got on his nerves more than when she actually broke down and cried. At least her tears were honest.
So he had been looking forward to a pretty grim weekend when they left the city that morning but by a stroke of luck the gloomy overcast weather had changed overnight and before long, as they drove through the bright sunshine with the top of the convertible down and the vivid autumn colors flashing by, he'd found himself whistling and putting his arm around his wife's shoulders. She'd responded by cuddling kittenishly up to him and for a while there he'd been thinking in terms, of well, maybe they could make their marriage work after all. Fat chance, he told himself later when she got the familiar martyred look on her face just because he ordered the second bottle of wine for lunch. Fat chance she would ever really understand him but at least she hadn't made a scene, so the weekend might not go too badly after all. And if the good weather held, maybe he could get in some fishing.
Creely Lake was set high in the mountains between steep slopes heavily wooded with evergreens, about as remote and wild a place as it could be in an easy day's drive from the city. There were about fifteen cabins spotted along its shores, plus a larger building called the Lodge where the proprietor, Mr. Gibson, lived. He was a crusty old ex-sourdough, with a briar pipe permanently clamped between his jaws, and when Lars and Nancy drove up to the Lodge he was out front waiting for them with a shotgun cradled under his arm.
As he gave them their key, he grumpily let them know that he'd had to open a cabin specially for them, the season was over and he'd been ready to head down to the valley when Nancy called and he just hoped he didn't get snowed in for the winter on account of this tomfool idea of theirs, taking a second honeymoon at this time of the year.
"Steak and everything you ordered's in the fridge," he finished up, clumping stiffly away.
Second honeymoon! Lars was thinking. So that's what he was in for. That explained all Nancy's secret knowing smiles of the past few days. His dear wife had decided, after due reflection no doubt, that he was entitled to a second honeymoon. Pretty damn nice of her, considering the hell she'd made of the first one. For Chrissake, if for only once in her life she could do something spontaneously without drawing up a plan or reading a book about it beforehand! Well, he consoled himself glumly, he could spend the time fishing. He looked across the glassy surface of the lake and saw that there was a rowboat pulled up on the shore in front of the cabin Gibson had pointed out.
By water the cabin was less than a hundred yards from the Lodge but by the narrow twisting dirt road it was closer to a quarter of a mile and the sun had already set when they reached it. There was a faint rosy glow diffused above the mountains and below them the silvery lake glimmered mistily in the fading twilight.
"Oh Lars," Nancy whispered huskily. "Isn't it beautiful? Aren't you glad we came?"
"Yeah," Lars replied gruffly, wondering how long it had taken her to cpme up with those great lines. The next thing in the script must be a long burning passionate kiss. "How about a little drink?" he suggested, to stall her off.
"Oh!" Her hand flew up in consternation to her mouth and she made her frightened-child's face at him.
"Don't tell me you didn't pack any booze!" he exploded at her. "For Chrissake!"
"Really, Lars," she laughed nervously, "I was so excited about coming up here I never even thought about it. Anyway, Mr. Gibson always has plenty of liquor for sale. Why don't you hop back over and get us some whisky. I could use a little drink myself. But hurry back, honey!"
The dumb bitch! Lars glared at her just long enough to let her know he didn't believe she never even thought about it. Then he stomped back out to the car.
Nancy heaved a sigh of relief and sank down on the edge of the big kingsize double bed with a pounding heart. In the mirror of the dresser against the opposite wall she caught sight of her flushed cheeks framed by her windblown auburn hair and smiled triumphantly at herself. She had carried it off!
With a light heart she rose and started to prepare for the night she had planned so carefully. Mr. Gibson would have no liquor for sale that she knew in advance. The old man had seemed to remember her quite well when she called to make the reservation and some unexpected warmth in his voice had prompted her to confide that her husband had developed a little drinking problem and would it be possible to pretend there was nothing for sale in case Lars tried to buy any liquor. Mr. Gibson had chuckled and told her not to worry her pretty head, he was ready to swear on a stack of Bibles there wasn't a drop to drink within fifty miles.
Lars was going to be furious, but she would more than make it up to him and it was an essential part of her plan that he be sober enough to remember that the passionate wench making love to him tonight was actually his shy demure little wife.
Humming contentedly to herself, Nancy slipped out of the tweed pantsuit she had worn for the trip, planning to surprise her husband with her sexy new body-snug knit mini-dress when he returned.
Was it then she had felt the cold draft around her legs for the first time? Later on she couldn't remember exactly. She had done a pirouette in the mirror, dressed just in her brassiere and white-bikini panties. Then she stepped out of the panties, deciding they were superfluous for the kind of night she had planned, and, yes, touched herself there a few times ... just stroked her clitoris gently with her extended middle finger to make sure she would be moist and open when Lars got back ... when suddenly she had become intensely aware that she was being watched. For a second the young redhead was petrified, didn't dare move, then she whirled frantically around. The cabin door was still closed and all the windows were closed and shuttered but she could feel a presence outside the cabin and knew that someone or something was watching her. Then she felt the draft on the backs of her legs again and jumped around just in time to catch a glitter of movement near the dresser, there was a hole in the wall there, and suddenly her head seemed to be splitting open with terrible rattling and banging noises all around the cabin and something was battering at the door, trying to get in...
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Lars was about halfway back from the Lodge when he heard the first piercing bloodcurdling shriek from their cabin, followed immediately by another and another. He jammed down the accelerator and the car shot forward over the remaining two hundred yards, skidding into their turnoff, and he was out and barging through the cabin door in no time flat. The bedroom was completely empty except for Nancy crumpled on the floor almost naked and uttering short sharp nerve-jolting shrieks as if she couldn't wait to draw a full breath before screaming again. He crossed rapidly to her and slapped her hard, once on each cheek, and she immediately subsided.
"What is it!" he hissed at her, glancing apprehensively around the room. Gibson had claimed there was no one within miles of the lake at this time of year but you never knew. From where he stood he could see clearly into the kitchenette-dinette which was separated from the bedroom only by a waist-high partition and unless someone was hiding just behind that ... Picking up a poker from the fireplace, he advanced cautiously to the partition and looked over. Nobody. So that left the bathroom. He advanced silently toward the closed door, listening intently. There wasn't a sound except for the convulsive rasping of Nancy's breath in her throat. She was still sitting on the floor where he had left her, staring mutely at the wall opposite.
With his poker at the ready Lars quickly jerked open the bathroom door the way they did it in the movies and suddenly he felt pretty damn foolish. The bathroom was empty too. Of course, there was just the faintest possibility that someone had come in and frightened Nancy, then run away when he heard the car coming but that seemed hardly-likely. There hadn't been time.
He walked over to his wife and hauled her roughly to her feet. "Okay, get hold of yourself," he ordered her harshly. "Tell me what happened."
"S-someone was trying to break in," she panted feebly. "They-they "
"What!" Lars snapped, his temper rising again. "What do you mean, 'trying to break in'? The door wasn't locked, Goddamnit!"
"I don't know, but somebody was out there banging ... and watching me," she insisted weakly. "I saw somebody ... an eye ... in that hole. There ... Do you see it?" She pointed at the hole, blushing even in her distraught state when she remembered what she had been doing.
Lars walked over and examined the wall she was pointing at. There was a knothole in the pine boarding, all right, about the size of a silver dollar. On a hunch he opened the shuttered window just above it and looked down. Because of the steep slope the cabin was built on the front of it was supported by heavy wooden pilings. There must have been a drop of a good ten feet from the window to the ground below. He bolted the shutter and turned back to his wife.
"Yeah," he growled sarcastically, "Somebody was peeping at you through this hole. like an enormous twelve-foot tall giant maybe?"
"Oh, Lars honey, it was terrible, I swear," Nancy sobbed pitifully. "There was all this banging, there must have been ten of them out there!"
"You bitch!" he gritted at her furiously, shoving her savagely across the room until she collapsed on the bed. "You dumb frigid harebrained little bitch! You deliberately planned this whole thing, didn't you. Forgot to pack any liquor, my ass! And you told Gibson not to sell me any booze, didn't you? Didn't you! Answer me, goddammit!"
"Y-yes but " she faltered, cowering away on the bed from his clenched fists. She had never seen her husband so completely out of control before. He looked as if he would like to beat her to death.
"And now you're putting on this dumb-ass act to cover up. Jesus!" He wiped his sweating face with the sleeve of his sweater. "I'm going for a row on the lake before I blow up!"
"Lars, don't leave me alone! Pleeeeeassee!" she wailed, adding irrationally. "The steak..."
"Fuck the steak!" he hurled at her, slamming out of the cabin. Still cursing under his breath, he strode down the path toward the rowboat without noticing either the two shadowy figures fading back into the pines or the ten-foot step ladder stashed with the firewood under the front of the cabin.
CHAPTER THREE
How long he rowed Lars didn't know or care. All he knew was that he had to get the pent-up anger and frustration out of his system or he would sure as hell go back and beat the shit out of that nitwit wife of his ... something he'd never done up till then and certainly didn't intend to start doing now. Tomorrow it was back to the city at the crack of dawn. He would move into his club and the first thing Monday morning contact his lawyer to start divorce proceedings. He'd had it this time, trying to make his marriage work with that frigid bitch!
He rowed until the light still burning in the cabin dwindled to a point, then disappeared entirely as he followed the shoreline around a bend. There were filmy white banks of mist rising from the unbroken mirror-like surface of the lake but the light of a half moon slipping erratically through drifting clouds enabled him to keep the shore to his right in view. He stroked vigorously on, with his back to the bow of the boat, confident that he was alone on the lake.
Suddenly he heard a lilting silvery laugh followed immediately by a spine-jarring crunch! And a rending splintering sound as he crashed head-on into something ... A canoe, he realized, seeing its shape silhouetted against the swath of moonlight on the water as it spun away from the impact of a collision. There was a girl in the stern ... He had a glimpse of a broad impish grin and long golden hair before she was whirled away deeper into the shadows.
"Help! I think I'm sinking," a giggling girlish voice called out merrily to him from the darkness.
He rowed swiftly after her and dropped his oars just in time to catch her when she sprang still-laughing into his arms from the sinking canoe. As they scrambled hectically together for a second to keep their balance in the rocking boat, Lars felt the pressure of firmly mounded breasts against his arms and chest and her soft silk-skinned cheek brushed against his own. Then she was sitting safely beside him on the rowboat seat, still grinning gleefully at her little adventure, and he dropped his arm reluctantly from her thin-feeling shoulders.
Why, she was no more than a child, he mused, as the moon broke momentarily through the clouds in full force and he saw the delicate clean-cut lines of her youthful blonde-framed face clearly for the first time. A child? Well, a young teenager anyway, wearing the typical teenager's uniform of boy's shirt and fringed knee-length Levi's, with a sprinkling of freckles on the tanned skin of her broad forehead and ... a pair of tits as big and beautiful as Nancy's, if not more so. Lars wondered where the hell she came from. Probably from a family camping out illegally on the lake somewhere, which would explain why old man Gibson didn't know they were around.
"Two ships that didn't pass in the night," the strange girl murmured teasingly in a lowered voice, adding in a sultry whisper, "I'm so glad!"
The young architect was startled to feel her hand on his knee, then a gentle squeeze! The silly kid was trying to play the vamp with him! She was gazing intently up at him from wide-set eyes that looked dark blue in the changing light and her generous sensual mouth was curving in a provocative smile. Christ! He felt a sudden rush of tingling sensation through his frozen veins, remembering the way her heavy breasts had pressed against him, and in spite of himself he dropped his eyes ... They were real, all right, those precious tits, covered only by the threadbare shirt which was much too large for her. Through the flimsy cloth he could plainly see the taut nipples thrusting impudently outward and the outline of the large firm mounds behind them. They just didn't go with the skinniness of the rest of her body any more than her full sensual lips went with her thin innocent-looking face. She was a little bundle of contradictions, this kid was, and the sooner he got her home to her father and mother the better ... but he hesitated and his gaze wavered downward again.
Exactly as if she had read his mind, the teenager pulled her shirt up to her chin with one swift movement and, yeah, there he was staring at the two most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen in his life, twin swells gleaming pale white in the moonlight, faintly veined with hard little nipples jutting appealingly out from the lighter areolas.
"Would you believe?" the blonde girl purred coyly. "Only twelve years old!"
"Come on, cut the shit, kid!" Lars told her irritably. After that lousy scene with Nancy he was in no mood to take any crap off a teenage cock-tease. "Where are you staying? I'll take you there ... and I'll pay for your canoe too, of course," he added awkwardly, both confused and angered by the scornful mocking look which appeared on her face as she slowly lowered her shirt. She was going to be some sweet little piece of ass in a few years but he had no intention of piddling around on the lake all night, necking and playing stink-finger with a nutty teeny-bopper ... or even fucking her if that's what she wanted. He knew some of these kids started in pretty early nowadays but for a man of his age and position to get mixed up with that kind of stuff was like begging for trouble. She was probably just putting on a big act anyway and the first move he made, she'd scream her goddamn head off. He could see the headlines spread all over the front pages-
PROMINENT ARCHITECT ROBS CRADLE!
"Where are you staying?" he impatiently asked her again when she continued to just sit there watching him with a taunting smile. He was in a hurry to get rid of her before he lost his head and called her dumb-kid bluff. Christ! His pants were already about to split with the hard-on he was getting, thinking about those luscious tits, and he could almost see himself yanking down her jeans, spreading her skinny legs and ramming his big cock up her tight tender little pussy ... teach her what it was like to be fucked by a real man after those punk kids she'd been playing around with ... right there in the middle of the lake. Another lurid headline flashed into his mind-
TEENAGE GIRL RAPED IN ROWBOAT!
"Fuck where I'm staying. Fuck the canoe," the girl finally said in a calm voice, as if she had given a great deal of thought to her choice of words. "My name's Kate. What's yours?"
She suddenly sounded a helluva lot older than she had before. Lars stared at her in silence for a moment, suspicion growing in his mind. She'd been around all right, this one had. It wasn't so much what she said but the way she said it. He figured she must be a hippie, one of those kids who ran away from home and lived in tribes or communes taking dope and marauding around the countryside. A knife-like chill settled between his shoulder blades at this thought and he quickly scanned the shoreline for sign of a light or fire. She, and whoever she was with, had probably broken into one of Gibson's cabins. He wondered if she was high on something. She certainly acted as if she might be, showing her breasts to a complete stranger like that. Yeah, and that giddy laugh when he rammed her canoe, and not even warning him or trying to get out of his way. She must have heard him coming. If she was stoned out of her skull, that would explain everything.
"I'm Lars," he answered at last, to gain a little time. There were no lights that he could see but the mist was rising off the lake in thicker layers now and sections of the shore were completely invisible. There could be a whole gang of hopped-up kids roaming around the lakefront and nobody would even know it. He felt a brief twinge of guilt at having left his wife Nancy all alone but there really wasn't much to worry about. Their cabin was so close to the Lodge no one in their right mind would try to break in and even if they did, Gibson would hear the racket. The old geezer had a power launch and a whole roomful of hunting rifles and shotguns, so Nancy was perfectly safe, Lars reassured himself.
But that didn't solve the problem of how to get rid of this kooky girl, Kate. She was sitting quietly beside him, as if patiently waiting for him to make up his mind what he was going to do. The mocking expression had gone from her face, replaced by another that he couldn't fathom in the fading light. He decided that just to be on the safe side he would row a good ways back toward the Lodge before putting her ashore.
"So...? " he prompted tentatively.
"So put your arm around me again, Lars," she urged him gently. "Because I'm cold. And tell me why you were rowing so hard, as if you wanted to row right off the edge of the world."
She gave a little shiver and moved closer to him on the seat, nestling her head on his shoulder with her feathery corn silk hair tickling his chin, and he felt the warm ample flesh of her thigh and buttock molding itself against his ... Christ, where in hell had he gotten the idea that she was skinny, he wondered, as with instinctive protectiveness he put his arm around her shoulders again. She was just extremely fine-boned. Her ankles and feet she was barefoot even in that chilly weather were the slenderest he'd ever seen. Watch it, buddy, he cautioned himself ironically, she's growing older awful fast first a child, then a skinny teenager and now a fine-boned but full-fleshed young woman.
No need to worry. He wasn't about to try anything with this little chick. He'd never screwed around on Nancy, not that it mattered any more, but when he started it sure as hell wasn't going to be with some zonked-out kid who probably wouldn't even know what was going on. Sheila Clark's mature sensual face floated up from the depths of his memory, with narrowed sparkling eyes and suggestive smile ... Ned and Sheila Clark were the couple he and Nancy saw the most of and he knew it was there for him with Sheila. There'd been opportunities which he'd turned down, for Nancy's sake, but all that was going to change now.
Gradually, as he and the strange blonde girl sat there in comfortable silence with the mist closing in around them, Lars became aware of the warmth radiating from Kate's hip pressing against his and the clean natural female smell emanating from the deep cleavage between her ripely swelling breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. Impulsively he pulled her shoulder harder against his side with his circling arm, feeling a surge of lust in his loins. His cock was hardening again, trying painfully to force its way down his tight pants leg and making a noticeable bulge. He drew up his knees to give it more leeway and make it less obvious.
"How old are you?" he asked huskily.
"Old enough to be your little sister," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his neck. Then she went on in a soft contented voice, like a little girl reciting a fairy tale she has learned by heart, "It feels good to have my big brother's strong arm around me and we're lost in the mist on the lake, all by ourselves and nobody can find us. There's nothing we can do until the sun comes up except keep each other warm. Do you know what I would like to do?" she asked him urgently, drawing away from him all of a sudden.
The moon was just rising under a cloud then and she tilted her deeply shadowed face provocatively up to him with her parted lips glistening invitingly in the semi-darkness. Christ, suddenly she really did look ten years older and his nostrils were filled with the sweetness of her clean warm breath. Without hesitation she reached up and laced her slender arms around his neck, drawing his mouth down to hers. At the first tantalizing contact with her soft moist lips Lars forgot all about his prudent intentions. He pulled her savagely against him, crushing the swelling mounds of her breasts hard against his burly chest and grinding his lips feverishly against hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her warm liquid mouth. God, it had been so long! He wanted to feel the whole length of her slender supple body locked against his and she seemed to share the same urgent need. She was squirming around and straining against him, trying to make contact between their bodies at as many points as possible, and he felt her small cold hand slip under his sweater against his bare skin near the base of his spine as she pulled his hips toward her. She was eagerly sucking his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth as if she wanted to suck it out by the roots, swirling her own fresh sweet-tasting tongue agilely around his. Then suddenly the strange blonde girl was astride one of his legs with her pelvis and pubic mound screwed snugly against his loins and even through the two layers of their pants he could feel the heat from her steaming cunt as she started to grind her pussy rhythmically back and forth on the hard muscles of his upper thigh, sending waves of excruciating pleasure flowing through his sex-starved loins as her thinly-clad leg rubbed back and forth along the entire length of his bursting cock. Christ! He wanted to fuck her so bad his balls felt like they weighed a ton, but not there in the boat too damn uncomfortable and he could hear water sloshing around under the floorboards ... not in the boat but under the pine trees, on a soft blanket of pine needles where he could stretch out on top of her.
"Let's go ashore," he whispered hoarsely, drawing back from her embrace. The moon was shooting through the clouds again and the glazed look of aroused passion in her eyes and her heaving breasts dispelled any lingering scruple he may have had about her being only a child. She was a woman ... and she wanted to be fucked as badly as he wanted to fuck her. But she said, "Not just yet."
"Why not?" he growled. Jesus, if she was gonna turn out to be a cock-tease after all, if she thought just rubbing her cunt back and forth on his cock was all there was to it, she was in for a little surprise. He'd jam her ass down over the seat and fuck her from behind so fast she'd never know what hit her. Then through the tight-stretched fabric of his pants he felt her sharp fingernails run down the lust-thickened length of his rock-hard cock and trace its hotly throbbing head.
"Wow!" she whispered excitedly, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. "I just want a little taste of that first, man! Then well go ashore. Come on, help me get these pants off!"
The lewd frank hunger in her voice and the way both of her hands were swarming around his loins, trying to cup his balls through his pants, nearly made the young architect shoot his load before he could get his belt undone. He pushed down his pants and jockey shorts with one motion and his tortured rod sprang up into the cool autumn air like a Polaris missile surfacing from the depths of the sea. Kate yanked off his loafers, then peeled his pants all the way off, kneeling forward and pulling open her shirt to capture his licentiously pulsing member between the soft warm mounds of her breasts, cupping them in her hands so that they squeezed together around the whole blood-swollen girth of his penis and sliding them up and down its length.
Lars leaned back, bracing himself with his hands gripping the gunnels of the boat, and watched in fascination as this lovely young flaxen-haired girl bent like a submissive slave over his twitching rod of flesh, ministering to it as if it were a priceless treasure. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer, she released her breasts and took the base of his cock in one hand, giving his testicles a gentle squeeze with the other and prickling his scrotum a little with her sharp nails. He groaned when he felt her warm breath on his lust-fired cock-head and her tongue darted out to expertly lick a shiny drop of cum from the tiny gaping slit at the end.
"Uuuuummmm, you taste good," the shameless girl purred greedily. She began to lick the underside of his glans with rapid little swipes of her tongue, curling it around like a cat lapping milk.
"Wait a second," Lars panted. His arms felt like they were about to fall off from the strain of holding himself suspended like that. He scrambled down onto the cold damp floorboards of the boat, positioning himself comfortably with his back against the seat, oblivious of the freezing water sloshing up against his buttocks, and watched avidly as Kate moved back a little and hunched down between his legs. Gone from his mind was any thought of fucking her now, he wanted just one thing, to feel her soft lips close around the throbbing head of his cock and suck him and suck him until he shot his boiling cum deep into her throat. And he knew that was what she wanted now too, he could feel it, they were locked together in lecherous lust and even if the boat sank under them, they probably wouldn't be able to stop...
"Go on, suck it! Suck it!" Lars growled impatiently, unable to stand any more playing around. It wasn't like he had his cock sucked every night, for chrissake! Jesus, Nancy could hardly stand to touch it with her hand much less put it in her mouth. When he'd pointed out to her a chapter about oral sex in one of her own goddamn books, she'd been so upset she got up and left the room. It had been two years since anyone gave him a good blow job and nobody ever had with the gusto of this strange hippie girl. He groaned with relief when he saw her head duck down and felt the whole blood-hardened tip of his cock enclosed in the soft moist warmth of her mouth and her tongue swabbing and swirling around the lust-engorged rim, exploring the whole surface before she began to pump her mouth down, taking more and more of his vein-ribbed shaft into her distorted taut-stretched mouth each time then drawing back almost to the tip which she gave a nerve-tingling lick of her tongue that started his hips bucking involuntarily up to meet her down-thrust.
God! He'd never had anything like this before! His balls felt like they were oozing liquid fire out through every vein and artery in his body, charging his entire nervous system with a delicious anguished craving that was on the verge of being fulfilled. He reached down and tangled his hands in Kate's silken hair to regulate her rhythm, slowing her down a little because she had already ignited the spark deep in his loins that was going to finally set off the explosion that would catapult him out of the dreary world of booze-dulled, unshared orgasms where he'd been barely existing for so long.
"Ooooohhhhh," he moaned, "yeeeeeessssss! Keep sucking! Keep suuuuccckkiiinnnggg!" He pulled her long hair off to one side so he could see better the way her full pink lips were ovaled and pulled obscenely out along the gleaming, still-expanding shaft of his penis when she drew back and then were pushed in to no more than thin lines as she went hungrily down on him again, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth and throat in a frenzy of total abandon until there was just a little stretch of glistening white protruding from her mouth and her nose was prodding into his wiry pubic hairs. God, it was too much! She was enjoying it as much as he was, that was the wonderful part about it, he could see her milk-white breasts madly dancing and swinging as she sensed the charge building in his balls and accelerated the rhythm of her sucking. She was loving sucking his cock, and he was loving having her suck him. The whole world was just one big soft sucking mouth!
He let his blonde head fall back on the seat and gave himself up totally to the ecststic sensation of pure sensual bliss now concentrated in his straining cock and balls. It was all there! All there! Up above, the moon seemed to be zooming in and out of the clouds about a hundred miles an hour, and they were completely enclosed by the mist now as if they were floating on a cloud high in the sky and there was nothing but this one interminable sensation and the knowledge that things like this could be happening and the moon pinwheeling with multi-colored jets of flame inside his brain.
"KKKKEEEERRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSTT, I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" he moaned, jerking on the bottom of the boat, and he was gone, catapulted high in the sky tumbling head over heels through the blinding mist. With one last effort he strained his head up in time to see her cheeks balloon as the first foaming spurts of his white-hot cum caromed into her wildly sucking mouth, then he fell back gasping as charge after charge of his sperm rifled up his jerking cock and she emptied his balls with loud slurping noises. She kept on sucking and sucking until finally he had to push her away.
"Oh Jesus, Kate!" he croaked hoarsely. It was all he could say.
With her tongue she swiped one last drop of cum from the tiny slit of his softening cock and looked at him with dark shining eyes.
"I guess I got carried away," she whispered with an almost embarrassed little smile. "I really wanted to get fucked but you tasted so good, I couldn't stop."
"Come here, dammit!" He grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips and tasting his own cum mixed with her sweet young saliva. "That was...! " he fumbled for words. "That was the craziest thing that ever happened to me!" He kissed her hard again but when he drew back he saw that she had tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" he questioned anxiously. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"N-no," she sniffled helplessly. "It's just that T-Turk never kisses me after."
"Turk?" Lars repeated uneasily, abruptly shocked back into cold reality by the return of his earlier misgivings.
"My old man," Kate explained, dabbing at her eyes with a corner of her shirt-tail.
Her old man? Lars echoed wonderingly to himself. Oh yeah, that's what the hippies called their boy friends.
"Would you like to come up to the cabin?" the young girl invited him shyly. "I could fix some eggs and rice and there's a nice big bed. Turk and K.C. have gone down to the valley to score," she added quickly, seeing the doubt flit across his face. "They won't be back till tomorrow. There's just my girl friend Vara."
Lars looked down into Kate's wide dark candid eyes and tried to make some kind of sense out of her. She really did look like she could be his kid sister with her long gold-blonde hair ... but she obviously lived in a world that was as foreign to him as if she had come from the planet Mars. Here she had just sucked his cock like it had never been sucked before, five minutes after meeting him, and now she was inviting him up to her cabin to fuck her on a "nice big bed" as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was mind-boggling, that was the only fucking word for it, and he wondered if her girl friend Vara was anything like her. Nevertheless he decided to sound her out a little more.
"You're renting a cabin here?" he asked indirectly.
"Oh no, we couldn't afford to do that. Turk and K.C. he's Vara's old man helped Mr. Gibson board up the cabins for winter and he said we could stay until he closed the Lodge," the young girl explained innocently. "There's just one thing I want you to promise me before we go up there, okay? My girl friend Vara, she's older than me and she treats me sorta like a baby. She's very sexy and I know she's gonna try to take you away from me. So promise you fuck me first before you do anything with her, okay?"
She sounded like a little girl asking for the first ride on the merry-go-round. Christ! He'd never had two girls at the same time and it was something he'd always dreamed of! This seemed to be the night all his dreams were coming true!
"Okay, I promise." He grinned down at her and picked up the oars. "Let's go ... Just as long as you're sure your boy friend won't be coming back tonight."
"Oh no," Kate reassured him confidently. "They're spending the night at this commune where there's gonna be a big rock concert. They might not even make it back tomorrow."
CHAPTER FOUR
Which was a bare-faced lie, of course, because she had been sent out to deliberately lure Lars to the cabin where at that moment Turk and his sidekick K.C. were waiting outside to see it she had succeeded.
The two boys were dressed identically in faded blue denim jackets and pants and both wore their hair shoulder-length. In addition Turk
so called because of his swarthy complexion and the impression of latent ferocity given by his fierce heavily-hooded eyes and beak-like nose
sported a jet black handlebar mustache which drooped around the corners of his thin cruel lips.
K.C. whose unruly copper-colored hair shot out in all directions had grown a full bushy beard which along with his crazy, perpetually stoned blue eyes gave him the look of a mad evangelist, particularly when he was off on one of his rambling monologues as he was at present.
He spoke in a weird strangled croaking voice, due to the fact that he was trying to talk and hold the smoke of a marijuana cigarette in his lungs at the same time.
"Yeah, I admit it, man, I admit it," he was gasping, more to himself than to Turk who had heard the same tirade many times before. "I'm the first to admit that revolutionary-wise I'm a no-good ass. I never offed a pig, never blew up a bank, never even ripped off Ma Bell for more than three or four hundred bucks and you could count all the credit cards I've lifted on the fingers of one hand. Fuck me, I'm a dumb uneducated surfer and this lousy exploiter capitalist society is turning all the waves green with slime and I'm too goddamn lazy to do anything about it.
"But that's not my main trouble, Man. Unh-unh. My main trouble is that I'm unstable, yeah, unstable. Blame it on my ma and pa, blame it on my big sister who diddled me when I was only one month old, I don't give a fuck who you blame it on because it's not their problem any more, see what I mean, it's my problem and I'm stuck with it.
"Here we got Vara and Kate, two of the sweetest little chicks in the whole world who all they wanna do is fuck and suck a man to death ... and they know how to do it, brother, you better believe it ... do they ever know ... So will ya please kindly try to explain me why all I can think of right now is fucking that up-tight hysterical bourgeois establishment broad just 'cause I happened to be looking through the knothole when she took off her panties and started playing with her cute little pussy?
"It's plain crazy, man, it don't make sense. I know her bourgeois cunt is gonna be tight as a thimble and dry as a bone. It's gonna hurt like hell when I ram my big cock up there in that hot little hole, prob'ly rip me to shreds ... ooooweeeee, I can feel it already! She's a real cock-shredder, man, I'll never be able to fuck again ... She's gonna be my last piece of ass, man, yeeeaaahh, the last pieeeeccce...! " he wheezed, finally exhaling a thin wisp of pungent-smelling smoke.
"She better not be!" a low sultry whisper floated out through the cabin window. "I don't mind fucking some dumb Swede half out of his mind in a good cause but I want a little reward when you get back here, big boy, and don't forget it."
"Don't worry, Vara," Turk sniggered evilly. "I'll bring Muscleman back to you in one piece. Just don't forget this guy Lars is a juicer. Keep feeding him the vino until he passes out, then tie him to the bed like I showed you. Got it?"
"Listen, man," the husky whisper returned, "when little Katie and I finish with this guy, he won't need to be tied up."
"Yeah? Well, tie him up anyway, so his old lady really gets the shit scared out of her when we bring her over here to see him. I tell her she don't do what I say, we cut his balls off."
"Suppose she says go ahead," Vara chuckled gruesomely. "She'd probably like him better that way."
"Nah," Turk sneered confidently. "She's a hysterical bitch like K.C. says. Jesus, if you could've heard the way she screamed when he started banging on her cabin. I was over by the Lodge hoping I could sneak in if Gibson went out to see what the fuck was wrong and I could hear her like she was next door. She's spooked out, baby, spooked out, and when I tell her we'll cut her hubby's balls off if she don't do what I say, she's gonna believe we'd really do it. So if she wants her old man back in one piece, she has to get into the Lodge and keep dirty-old-man Gibson busy until I can get in there and get that fucking shotgun away from him. Then I open the safe, we get the photographs and we got it made, man. Shit, he can't even go to the police. He's got no right to go around taking pictures of people fucking without their knowing it ... particularly when most of 'em probably aren't married to each other. Man, I tell you those photos are gonna be worth a fortune!"
"Yeah, but you don't even know for sure if there are any photos," K.C. objected dubiously.
"It's like two and two make four," Turk explained patiently, as if he was going over a simple problem for the nth time with a backward child. "I caught Gibson snapping you and Vara through the peephole, right? There's a peephole in every one of these fucking cabins, right opposite the bed, right? Man, I'll bet you that old sonofabitch has a collection of action shots that'll blow your mind. Threesomes, foursomes, you name it. I bet he's got it. This ain't a family-scene type camp, K.C. People drive way up here in the mountains to an outa-the-way place like this, it's because they want privacy for their little fun and games. And with the rates Gibson charges, they've all got bread, brother. They'll pay for those fucking photos. Rob the rich to help the poor, man. Shit, with the bread we'll make out of this deal we can split to Mexico or start our own commune or do any goddamn thing we want."
"You really think you can open that safe?" K.C. asked doubtfully. "It ain't gonna be like picking the lock on one of these here cabins."
"Shit yes, I can open it," Turk retorted irritably. "I didn't spend two years in the can for nothing. And if I can't, we'll make the old fart open the goddamn thing himself."
"You said no rough stuff, man." K.C. reminded him, "No violence. I don't dig it."
"Stop worrying, K.C." Turk advised the other boy condescendingly. "I got it figured so we won't have to lay a hand on the old bastard. And don't waste that joint, man," he added, taking the marijuana cigarette from K.C. and dragging heavily on what was left of it. In the moment of silence that followed the muffled creaking of oars in oarlocks became clearly audible.
"She's got him," Turk whispered softly. "Let's go, K.C. See you, Vara."
"I'll bet the greedy little bitch has already sucked him off," the girl inside muttered under her breath as the two boys moved off stealthily into the misty darkness.
Once they were well out of earshot of their cabin, Turk outlined his strategy for getting Nancy to fuck K.C. without any hassle.
"She'll be begging you for it," he finished up confidently.
"Yeah, yeah, man, it sounds good, real good!" K.C. agreed enthusiastically. "But what about you, buddy. Ain't you gonna strike a blow for the classless society?"
"Well, afterwards, if she's a good girl I think I'll let her suck my cock nice and slow and easy," Turk allowed. "Then maybe we could take her on a little picnic."
"Picnic!" K.C. whooped excitedly. "That's it, man, that's where it's at! Cunt and peanut butter sandwiches. Right on, brother!"
Passing a new marijuana joint back and forth between them and grinning evilly at each other, the two lithe young men walked steadily on toward the Hartnett cabin, drifting through the trees by the fitful light of the moon like two malevolent spirits.
* * *
Nancy jerked awake bolt upright on her chair, her heart pounding madly. In spite of her resolutions she had dozed off and something had jolted her out of an uneasy dream-ridden sleep. What was it? Some unusual noise...
She blinked her eyes and strained to see into every nook and cranny of the room. All the shutters were bolted and the door was securely locked from the inside, so what could it have been? She had to fight down a hysterical impulse to start screaming again. It might be Lars finally coming back and she certainly didn't want to make him angry again. She had decided to ignore the whole incident and wait up for him so that she would be ready to cook their delicious steak as soon as he returned. A good long row on the lake would calm him down and give him a ravenous appetite, she reasoned, and after he had eaten, she would carry on with her original plan.
She must have just dreamed the noise, Nancy finally decided. She noticed that it had become quite chilly in the cabin, so she got up from her chair with the idea of getting a blanket to put around her shoulders...
Then she saw it!
The dresser she had pushed over to block the knothole in the wall was moving! She saw it give a lurch and heard it grate on the floor. Something was trying to get in the hole! For a moment she stood there in frozen horror, then with a strength born of desperation, the frightened young redhead threw herself across the room against the dresser, pushing it back to the wall with all her might. For a second she felt resistance and thought she couldn't stop it but then little by little it began to give way and she knew she was winning the struggle with whatever was outside there. Thank God! She had just begun to sob with irrational relief, not yet searching in her mind for a reason why the dresser should move like that, when she heard the door behind her click open and a cold voice full of menace say, "Don't be scared, baby. That's just my buddy out there playing a little trick on you. Lars sent us over to keep you company."
At the mention of her husband's name Nancy felt all the will to fight or even to scream drain out of her. In a state of shock she turned slowly around and saw a swarthy-skinned man with coal-black shoulder-length hair and a drooping black mustache standing in the doorway. In his right hand he held a knife with a long glittering blade which he casually twisted this way and that, sending dazzles of reflected light flickering around the cabin.
"What?" Nancy asked dully. "What did you say?" She was unable to tear her eyes from the hypnotically flashing blade.
"Lars said you were all by yourself here, so we thought we'd drop by and help you pass the lonely hours," the swarthy man grinned cruelly at her. "My name's Turk and this here's my buddy, K.C."
Another taller man with a great bushy tangled beard of copper-colored hair and crazy blue eyes that avidly raked over her body appeared behind the first one and made her an elaborate bow.
"A pleasure, ma'am," he cackled inanely, shuffling into the cabin with a jerky little two-step. "Sorry ya hadda wait!"
"Where is Lars?" Nancy mumbled feebly. Her husband's name was ringing over and over in her benumbed brain like a bell. How did these awful creatures know it? What had they done to him?
"Oh, he's tied up for a while," Turk shrugged off the question carelessly. "He did mention something about a nice big juicy steak going to waste here though."
"Tied up?" Nancy echoed, visions of Lars tied to a tree somewhere in the woods racing through her mind.
"Yeah, he's having a few drinks with a couple of friends of ours," Turk told her, a bitter sneer twisting his thin lips. "I don't think he'll be back for a while. Now how about that steak, baby. We're starved to death. Right, K.C?"
"Right, man, right!" K.C. babbled. "What's your name, baby? Lars was in such a hurry to get going he forgot to tell us."
"What?" Nancy asked blankly. Then all at once her mind began to function double-time and she realized first of all that these two weren't really men at all but just boys, eighteen or nineteen at the most, and second that they must have been the ones who frightened her earlier in the evening. Of course! That was it. They had been hanging around outside when Lars made that terrible scene about the liquor and had heard her use his name and call out about the steak. So they were just bluffing. They had made up that whole story about Lars sending them to ... to what ... ?
Nancy's eyes dropped back to the knife which the one called Turk was still holding loosely in his hand. The fact that they were just boys didn't mean they weren't old enough to rape her and kill her if they wanted to, she realized, but it did give her a slight edge. Now that she knew exactly what the danger was, she felt less frightened. It was clear what she had to do ... Somehow she had to stall them off until Lars got back.
"Oh! Excuse me!" she exclaimed, giving her head an apologetic little shake as if she'd been daydreaming. "My name's Nancy. And that's an excellent idea about the steak. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Why don't you both make yourselves at home while I cook it up. It won't take a minute."
She bustled into the kitchenette and began taking the steak and the ingredients for a salad out of the refrigerator, making sure that her buttocks were pointed away from them when she bent over. If only she hadn't changed into that damn mini-dress or had at least kept her panties on...
"That certainly is a nice juicy-looking piece of meat," the smaller cruel-faced boy leered at her, appearing out of nowhere by her side. With his knife he deftly speared the steak off the platter she was holding while his other hand streaked out and sharply pinched the nipple of her left breast which was clearly outlined by the snug fit of her dress.
"Ooouuch!" Nancy cried out as the unexpected pain lanced out through her body from the sensitive little nub. Her brief moment of hope vanished as quickly as it had come. She was helpless to cope with these two sadistic young boys.
"Come on, Turk, no rough stuff!" K.C. shouted angrily from the bedroom. "Leave the lady alone!"
"Lady, shit!" Turk snarled. "I can read this broad like a book. She's stalling. She don't believe what we told her about her old man sending us over here. She thinks any minute now he'll come galloping around the corner on his big white horse and save her from a fate worse than death. Get her out of here, for chrissake, before I flip my fucking lid! I'll cook this goddamn steak!"
His beady black eyes flared with such barely controlled violence that Nancy blanched and shrank fearfully back out of the kitchenette into K.C.'s waiting arms. She had never seen a person like this Turk before. He was like one of those weird Egyptian gods they had sculptures of in the museums, creatures with the fierce head of a bird of prey on the body of a man. And she could just feel the hatred and bitterness oozing out of him. Why, she wondered dispairingly to herself, didn't he just rape and kill her right away? He certainly had her completely in his power....
It must be because of this other boy, K.C., whose hard heavily-muscled arm was now protectively around her shoulders. He was bigger and stronger than Turk and seemed gentler even if he did look like a wild man. Another vague hope stirred in Nancy's mind. Maybe there was a chance she could appeal to the better nature of the larger boy and somehow get herself out of this predicament. She let K.C. lead her over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it beside him, feeling his coppery beard tickle silkily against her cheek and racking her brain for something to say to distract him.
"Don't you worry about my buddy, Nancy," K.C. said comfortingly in a low voice as if he didn't want Turk to hear. "He gets a little far out sometimes when he smokes too much grass."
"Grass?" Nancy repeated nervously, remembering the slang term for marijuana from some book she had read about dope addiction and how soft drugs led to the use of hard ones. "You mean he's been smoking marijuana?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, Nancy." K.C. gave her shoulder a comforting little squeeze and added, "Also, he won't admit it but he's sort of pissed off because your husband's fucking his girl friend right this minute. Mine too, probably."
"What!" Nancy was too startled and indignant to say more as the crude word flashed a lurid image into her mind, even though she knew it couldn't be true.
"Yeah," K.C. went on in the matter-of-fact tone of someone describing a movie he'd seen.
"Turk and me were away for a couple of days, down in the valley, and when we get back to the cabin tonight there's this guy in bed with our two chicks. One he's fucking and the other he's sucking her cunt, I mean and they're just going crazy over him, moaning and groaning-like. He's on his back, see, and Turk's girl is riding his cock back and forth and saying 'Oh Lars, Lars, baby! I can feel your big cock way up there in my belly, man!' And my girl is squirming her cunt down on his mouth begging him to suck her clit harder and stick his finger up her ass-hole. Yeah, they were really going at it," KG chuckled. "They didn't even notice when we walked in."
"I don't believe it!" Nancy burst out in a scandalized voice when the incredible stream of obscene torturing words finally came to an end. With her cheeks flaming red she stared in utter disbelief at the deadpan face of the boy sitting next to her, calmly spewing out all these monstrous lies. "I don't believe a word you say!"
"Sorry if it upsets you, Nancy," K.C. placated her, "But I ain't putting you on ... Anyway, Turk gets the idea we come over here and fuck you, see. He can't let on he's jealous 'cause it's against the code, so he says okay, an eye for an eye, a cunt for a cunt, let's go fuck that bastard's wife ... like it had to be you, there ain't nobody else around, right? So I agreed to come along if I get the first crack at you. He's high as a kite, see...? There's no telling what he might do all by himself ... rape you, maybe cut you up if you try to resist ... and I want to keep him out of trouble. So that's where it's at, Nancy. I don't wanna force you or nothing but I think we oughta sort of mess around, make believe we're loving each other up, until your husband gets back. He ought to be here pretty soon. Shit, it's after midnight. I could try to cool Turk out," he added dubiously in a still lower voice. "But like I say he gets a little crazy when he smokes and he's awful fast with that fucking knife."
Nancy hadn't taken her eyes off K.C.'s face the whole time he was talking. The horror of all that he was saying was too much for her dazed mind to take in but one phrase kept echoing back to her over and over ... after midnight, after midnight, after midnight ... God, that meant she had been asleep on the chair much longer than she thought and Lars had been gone at least four hours! He couldn't just be rowing around all that time, so maybe there was some truth in what this K.C. was saying. Not once while he was pouring out all those unspeakably obscene details had he looked sly or sheepish as he would if he had been lying.
God, it was all so graphic ... Lars in bed with two young girls he had never seen before, doing those horrid things ... the sucking and ... the finger in the rectum ... yes, he had tried both of those with her. He did have these lewd animal desires buried deep down inside him and they came to the surface when he drank too much.
What the bearded boy had said really was possible, Nancy realized with a sinking heart. Lars had probably seen the light in the girl's cabin and gone up to see if there was anything to drink. In the state he was in he was certainly capable of knocking on the door of a perfect stranger and asking for a drink. And instead he'd found these two promiscuous girls and one thing had led to another ... while she was sitting up here alone waiting for him. The bastard!
But no! Nancy resolutely chased the disloyal thought from her mind. Lars wouldn't do that to her. He had probably gotten lost in the mist on the lake and was having difficulty finding his way back. These boys had made up the whole story about the girls just to get her to go along with what they were going to do to her. She had to gain time! And the only possible way seemed to be to follow K.C.'s suggestion that they pretend to be making love. Maybe, just maybe, he meant it when he said he didn't want to force her. Anyway she really had no choice.
So it was with a weird inward shiver at the thought of her total helplessness that Nancy let K.C. push her back on the bed and begin to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Through his tickly beard she felt his lips pressing against hers, then the tip of his wetly probing tongue trying to force its way between her clenched teeth. He shifted his weight so that his hard young body pressed down heavily on hers, half covering it, and she was surprised at how clean his hair and skin smelled. She had thought these hippies never washed themselves. Hippies ... the sickeningly vivid tableau K.C. had described of her husband debauching himself with two wanton sex-mad teenagers surged back into her mind in maddening detail ... Lars' thick sensual lips sucking at some girl's ... lewdly squirming cunt ... Lars sticking his finger up her ... ass ... maybe at this very minute doing it again. The lascivious images sent unnatural chills tingling up and down her spine and she gave a little gasp of revulsion. It was almost with relief that she felt K.C.'s persistent tongue finally slip between her teeth and begin swirling and sucking hungrily in the soft recesses of her mouth. As his saliva mixed with hers and his frank healthy ardor communicated itself to her defenseless body, the depraved unnerving thoughts about her husband were gradually blotted from her overwrought mind...
K.C. rolled his body still farther over on top of Nancy so that the thick hard length of his aching cock was pressed against the naked flesh of her soft inner thighs. He knew goddamn well she couldn't help but feel it through the thin cloth of his pants and when she didn't try to push him off or roll away, he thought to himself, that fucking Turk is a genius!
Up till then he had just been following out Turk's instructions and they had been working like a charm. Look, his black-haired friend had told him, you're against violence, right? You won't be against it so much after they've kicked your ass around a few times like they done mine, but you're against it now and that's okay with me. So you don't want to rape this broad, you want to fuck her but not rape her, so in other words she's gotta want you to do it, man, or at least not put up any resistance until you get her hotted up to the point where she don't care no more. So here's what we do. I'll be the baddie and you be the fucking hero. I'll scare the living shit out of her and you move in slow and easy and protective-like, man, and then you're on your own.
Right on! K.C. exclaimed mentally, continuing to swab his tongue deep into Nancy's unresisting mouth and cupping one of her firm breasts in his big hand, tweaking and gently twirling the swollen nipple through the soft knit fabric of her dress. Goddamn, she really had a pair of beauts, as big as Kate's and sure as hell a lot bigger and firmer than Vara's.
He was getting tired of Vara, he realized. She was the most insatiable bitch he'd ever met and in the beginning that had been a gas but after a while it got to be a drag. And she had a mean streak in her, that cunt did. He really liked Kate better. She was a sweet kid, and he was pretty sure she had a yen for him too. The hell of it was he was just relieved whenever Turk wanted to fuck Vara but up till then Turk hadn't let him fuck Kate. That was the agreement they made when they started out together No messing around behind each other's backs, man, it makes for bad blood, Turk had said. You want to fuck my old lady, okay, but you ask first and I do the same. Right? Right ... Except he'd gotten tired of Vara but Turk was still keeping Kate all to himself.
So that was why he was so hot for this Nancy-broad. A new piece, like an oasis in the desert, man! And she was really built. Jesus, he couldn't wait to start fucking her but he knew he had to go slow and easy. Turk had overdone the act and the poor broad was still tied up in knots. Carefully he pulled the supple fabric of her dress down over one of her shoulders so that one big sweet breast popped out with its swollen little nipple prickling in the air and moved his lips from her mouth down the smooth musky-smelling skin of her neck.
When Nancy felt K.C.'s warm moist lips close hungrily around the nipple of her breast she could scarcely suppress an ecstatic little sigh. It had been so long since Lars had done that and it felt so goood! In spite of her resolve not to respond to these forced caresses, the nervous young redhead felt her mind begin to drift away with the tiny ripples of sensual delight his sucking mouth sent coursing over the surface of her skin. It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful to her husband by letting this boy kiss and fondle her breasts she really had no choice. If they wanted to, one of them could force her legs apart while the other mounted her and brutally raped her. They could take turns doing it! Again Nancy experienced the light-fingered quivering sensation deep in her loins in response to the lurid mental picture that she had conjured up of herself helplessly spread-eagled on the bed, pinioned under the weight of a total stranger and cruelly ravished. That response must be something left over in her psyche from prehistoric times, she mused, when human beings mated like animals and the males took the females by force. And thousands of years of barbaric wars when the savage conquering hordes raped and enslaved the women of the defeated.
Nancy gave her head a little shake to clear it of these unwanted thoughts and tried to concentrate on the future. Sooner or later K.C. would want to go on to ... other things. She could feel the thickness of his rigid penis pressing hotly against her naked thigh through his pants. Her first impulse was to push him away but she was afraid the movement might attract the attention of the other awful vicious boy in the kitchen. She could hear him moving around in there, slamming things around, but that didn't mean he wasn't watching what they were doing. And God, she wanted to keep him away from her at any price, he was so repulsive! But what would she do when K.C. had had enough of sucking her breast? She reached up with both hands and gently fondled his tangled red hair, hoping to keep him there as long as possible. Too late ... already the scared young bride could feel his hand leaving her breast and drifting down over her quivering belly toward her nakedly unprotected pussy.
"No!" she pleaded in a sibilant whisper. "Not down there. Not yet!" Instinctively she clenched her thighs tensely together and tightened the grip of her hands in his hair.
K.C. raised his head and muttered warningly, "Shhhh. Turk's watching, baby."
Nancy felt his fingers lightly graze her fluffy pubic hairs and shuddered with shame at the idea that the other boy could see her exposed private parts. Oh God, she groaned inwardly, where was Lars! Again the growing suspicion that her husband might really be making love to two strange girls at this very minute when she was on the verge of being raped flashed back into her mind and robbed her of the ability to resist. K.C. was caressing her thighs and fondling her defenseless pussy, and then his fingers were parting the fear-clenched lips of her cunt and one finger slipped in between the moist warm petals of pink flesh, searching lewdly around.
The sudden tingling electric thrill that flushed her entire body with tiny goose bumps, when his obscenely probing finger fleetingly touched her clitoris, triggered the alarm in Nancy's brain.
"Nooooo!" she moaned. "Stop it, pleeeeaasse!" She squirmed desperately to get out from under him but even her squirming was like a response to his massaging fingertip and a sudden flower of desire blossomed deep in her loins, nourished by her very helplessness.
"Just hang loose, baby," the youth whispered in her ear. "Don't fight it."
Nancy was aware that her body's resistance was already subsiding of its own will when she heard an angry voice snarling above her.
"How'd you like to suck this, baby!"
Her frightened eyes flew open to see Turk standing beside the bed, holding his knife in one hand and his thickly erected penis which protruded from his unzipped fly in the other. Never in her life had she seen anything as terrifyingly huge as that boy's penis. Jutting out from tufts of coal-black pubic hairs on a squat dark-skinned heavily-veined shaft, its immense purplish head was gleaming with moisture and the slit at the end dilated as if it were going to spit its lewd male semen at her any second. Cowering on the bed, she watched in horror as he began to stroke the heavy foreskin obscenely back and forth along the full length of his turgid member, leering suggestively down at her all the time. Suddenly he hopped onto the bed in a kneeling position so that the lust-flared cock-head was only a few inches from her face and the strong masculine odor of his loins filled her nose.
"Tell us, baby!" Turk snarled again, edging closer to the stricken girl. "I bet you'd rather suck than fuck, wouldn't ya?"
"No! No! No!" Nancy cried hysterically, twisting her face as far away as possible from the mushroom-like thing. "Please! I'll do anything you want. Just make him go away," she wailed, turning in piteous appeal to K.C. She could actually feel her flesh crawl as a drop of viscous semen leaked from the threatening cock and dripped thickly down onto the bed beside her.
"Okay, then," Turk growled. "Spread those fucking legs and give my buddy some action. The fucking potatoes 'll be baked before he gets it in."
Anything was better than having that cruel boy's penis stuck in her face, so Nancy miserably spread her legs and tried to mentally prepare herself for the rape she now knew was inevitable. It must be true that Lars was with the two girls. The boys acted as if they were absolutely certain that he wouldn't come back and surprise them. They hadn't even bothered to lock the door when they came in, she remembered now. Not for a minute did the frightened young bride believe that her husband had told them to come here, but he might as well have ... he had abandoned her! She was completely at the mercy of these two sadistic young hoodlums!
Tears welled into her fear-dazed eyes as she saw Turk lean over and peer between her long cream-white legs at her unprotected pussy with a cruel grin spreading over his swarthy face. His tongue flickered out lizard-like over his lower lip and suddenly his two hands stabbed out and pulled apart the sparsely-haired flanges of her cunt so that the moist petal-pink flesh of her whole vaginal slit was exposed to his lewd stare. After a lengthy inspection he gave a little grunt and flicked her clitoris scornfully with his thumbnail, causing her pelvis to buck and quiver spasmodically from the jolting pain.
"Still looks a little dry to me, K.C," he announced in the judicious tones of a connoisseur. "Maybe you better give her a little head." Then he picked up his knife and strolled back to the kitchenette.
Nancy felt K.C.'s experienced hand again begin its sly insidious work between her parted legs but she was all numb down there, sure that she would never feel anything there anymore after the rough touch of Turk's hands. K.C. was methodically rubbing her clitoris and tentatively probing the tight little opening of her vagina with his middle finger but the only sensation she had was one of irritating friction.
"Listen," he whispered into her ear again. "Turk--likes to see me give girls head. He won't do it himself 'cause he thinks it ain't manly, but he--likes seeing me do it and he usually gets so excited while he's watching, he jerks off. He looks like he's about ready to cum anyway, so if I give you some head, he'll probably jerk off and then he won't feel like making you suck his cock. So whaddaya say I go down on you a little, huh?"
Nancy could only gaze up at him with dull uncomprehending eyes. He might as well have been talking Chinese to her for all she understood of what he was saying, except that it was salacious and unnatural. She realized what a fool she had been to make any distinction between the two boys. They were both equally perverted and evil. What kind of gutter had spawned them anyway, she wondered numbly. In spite of her wide reading she she had never had the slightest suspicion that such awful creatures existed.
"You don't wanna suck his cock, do ya?" K.C. asked her a little irritably.
That got through to her and she shook her head vehemently from side to side. They would have to kill her, she vowed silently to herself, before she would take Turk's lust-engorged penis in her mouth ... or any other man's, for that matter, even her own husband's. Lars had hinted more than once about that depraved act when he was drunk and sometimes would start slobbering and try to crawl down between her legs to lick her there like a dog salivating after a bitch in heat, expecting her to reciprocate, no doubt, and then do the same for him! She had always yanked him furiously away by the hair ... and now she was going to be subjected to this animalistic assault by a scruffy boy. She just hoped Lars was happy! She hoped he was happy sucking K.C.'s girl's ... squirming cunt ... because if she ever got through this night alive, she would make him pay for it somehow. She didn't know exactly how yet but she would find a way. She would make him feel his guilt in such a way that he would remember it the rest of his life. He would take the scars of this terrible night to the grave with him, the same as she would. One thing was certain, she would never again let him touch her body!
"So it's all right if I suck your cunt a little, Nancy?" K.C. was asking her, as if she had a choice. "I really wanna, ya know."
He really wants to, Nancy echoed in her mind, staring up at the bushy-bearded boy who was already licking his lips in anticipation of the degrading act. He really wants to! She had a sudden absurd urge to burst out laughing, which she immediately recognized as being hysterical and forced herself to control. She had already made enough of a ninny out of herself for one day. She had to keep her head to come through this experience alive ... and get even with Lars. The resolve gave her a renewed feeling of strength.
"Beg him to!" Turk yelled from the kitchenette, banging a pot impatiently down on the stove. "Beg him to, you dumb bitch. Say, 'Please K.C, please suck my cunt.' And look him in the eye when you say it!"
Dumb bitch! That was it! Dumb frigid hare-brained little bitch! The hateful words Lars had called her just before he stormed out of the cabin flamed up in the trembling wife's mind. She had tried so hard to suppress them ... and for what?
"Please suck my cunt, K.C," she told the waiting boy with icy calm, watching him triumphantly kick off his boots and climb toward her. She even helped him when he drew her up to a sitting position so that he could pull her knit-mini-dress up over her head and complete the humiliating exposure of her body. Then she lay back on the bed with eyes closed and composedly awaiting the beginning of her martyrdom.
As K.C. gazed greedily down at Nancy's voluptuously shaped body and the luscious feast of flowering pink cuntal flesh that she was offering up to him, he was thinking what a heavy ass-hole Turk was to pass up something like this, and also he was pissed off at the sonuvabitch for stepping in just when he did with that wanna-suck-my-cock routine. K.C. was goddamn sure he'd had this broad where he wanted her even if she did moan and say nooooo ... He'd felt how her little clitoris was all juicy and throbbing and how she was beginning to respond even when she was trying to get away. All Turk had done was turn her off and make the job harder, for chrissake. Brains, the little bastard had but where chicks were concerned he was strictly a freak. A bad trip, man. There hadda be something wrong with a dude who couldn't appreciate sucking a sweet clean little cunt like this one. She was scared now and that wasn't the way he liked taking a chick, but K.C. promised himself she'd have no regrets. He was gonna give her a tonguing and a fucking like she'd never had before in her life. Very gently he spread apart her soft reddish pubic hair with his thumbs, dropping his mouth toward the defenseless "vee" of her loins and beginning by just licking the fluted pink edges of her cunt lips before sinking his tongue deeper into the hot moist sweet-tasting slit of her vagina.
When K.C.'s bushy beard brushed the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs Nancy felt what seemed like thousands of tiny pinpricks of prurient, itching sensation begin to tingle and flow throughout her pelvic region. And then his tongue! Softly and moistly licking every inch of the hair-lined opening of her cunt as if it were an ice cream cone. God, how could human beings descend to such a level? And this brutish boy was enjoying it ... she could tell by the lewd smacking sounds he was making with his lips ... like a dog ... yes, it was like being lapped down there by an enormous well-trained dog!
At the first searing shock of contact between his swabbing tongue and her defenseless clitoral button, Nancy's buttocks jerked convulsively down into the mattress, trying to escape his maddening attack on her secret parts. But there was no escape. His hot sweating palms held her thighs firmly spread and pinioned while his lips fastened fish-like on her viscous little pleasure bud and began to voraciously suck it as if he wanted to swallow it whole. His tongue somehow found a hypersensitive little fold of flesh on the little button of flesh that never even knew existed, and unerringly he began to flail it, sending jolt after jolt of weird galvanic energy arcing through her loins like electric sparks jumping from one terminal to another ... except that there were thousands of terminals, thousands, and all in motion at once. Against her will her pelvis began to jerk and then slowly grind upward against his mouth as if it was a motor and his tongue was the switch that threw open the current.
"Oh God! Nooooo!" the young redhead moaned despairingly. Her head was up off the mattress as she watched in horrified disbelief that her body would betray her this way. She must be going insane! Those couldn't be her hips writhing uncontrollably under the obscene assault of this boy's slavering tongue. They couldn't be! She felt like someone not quite delirious whose body is whipped and tossed by a raging fever while the mind still remains clear. With a groan she flopped back on the bed, fighting with all her will to maintain her clarity of mind. Tears of shame and humiliation welled between her tightly shut eyelids as she tried to block out the lewd wet sucking noises of K.C.'s mouth at her cunt and the random returning images of her husband lying on his back somewhere ... with a girl squatting down on his face ... grinding her cunt down on his open mouth ... just as she was doing. God, she had always believed that will power could control the body but it just wasn't so. Her head was ready to explode with the effort of resistance when she felt K.C.'s tongue leave her throbbing clitoris and spear suddenly far up into her dilating vagina.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she moaned in the beginning of total surrender. For a brief moment her innate sense of profound horror at what was happening to her remained dominant in her mind, then it was buried under a boiling avalanche of desire. Her hands shot down to tangle themselves desperately in his hair and pull his face and tongue still deeper into the hotly straining crevice of her cunt....
The big ox really has her going, Turk mused as he mechanically tossed the salad while watching his friend tongue-fuck the architect's wife without mercy. Nancy's head was flailing back and forth on the mattress and her buttocks twitched and jerked up to K.C.'s face which she held imprisoned between her thighs. How the dumb stud could breathe down there with his nose buried in all that pussy-flesh, he couldn't figure. Cunt-lapping just wasn't his movie. He liked it the other way around and it was gonna be a special personal pleasure to make this stuck-up genteel rich bitch suck his cock later on. He remembered the terrified way she had cringed away from him as if she was too good for that. By God, he'd show the cunt! One good look at her was enough to tell him her life history ... Daddy's little darling girl sheltered from the bad, bad world until time for college, then four years in some exclusive brainwashing institution where she was crammed with enough nitwit ideas to make small talk the rest of her life, topped off by a nice square lawyer-doctor-executive-type husband and an expensive house in suburbia or a classy high-rise apartment in the city far above the stink of the working slobs who made it possible for them to live that way ... Those rich cunts. Yeah, he was gonna enjoy watching her slave over his balls for a while before she took care of old man Gibson for him. He was pretty fucking proud of the way he had turned the unexpected arrival of this couple at the last minute into an advantage instead of the obstacle it had seemed to be at first. That was the sign of a true revolutionary, Turk told himself complacently, and, shit, to judge by the action on the bed, it was getting about time to put the steak on...
K.C. had long since sensed Nancy's total surrender to his tongue which he alternately swirled around her hot little clit and pumped up into the slick clasping tunnel of her cunt. Grab that, baby, he chuckled to himself as he felt the rhythm of her cock-hungry cuntal contractions accelerate around his tongue. Man, she was fired up and ready to bomb off the line, but what the fuck, there was no hurry, so he just tooled her easy for a while, letting her find her own natural rhythm which was still a little jerky and uneven, like she was testing out a whole new set of rockers down in there somewhere. Yeah, it must be a brand new trip for her, he figured, getting tongue-fucked, and Christ if it was anything for her like it had been for him the first time a girl sucked him off ... man! He wasn't about to hurry her along, much as he wanted to get plugged into her parade ... Jesus, she was really creaming now, he could taste those sweet pussy juices filtering down, filling his mouth and wetting his cheeks as she screwed her pelvis up against his face. Then her hands were tugging at his hair and he looked up at her through the heaving valley of her voluptuously swelling breasts. Her head was off the mattress again and she was staring down at him with passion-glazed green eyes, her face all fever-red and twisted mouth. Christ, he hardly recognized her. She looked like she was just about out of her fucking tree, man.
"T-t-take..." Nancy gasped, staring beseechingly at K.C. without being able to articulate what she wanted.
"Yeah, yeah, baby! Now we go!" K.C. jumped up on the bed, ripping off his shirt and stripping down his pants as fast as he could. His huge imprisoned cock finally sprang free like the sturdy trunk of a supple young oak that has been bowed to the ground. "Ya want me to fuck ya now, right, Nancy?"
"Yesssssss!" she groaned in an agony of passion and shame, her eyes riveted to his lewdly bobbing penis swiveling toward her as if hypnotized by its tremendous girth and frightening length. In a flitting return to sanity she thought, God, he'll tear me apart with that ... Then a delicious shudder racked her body and she was back in the pure tactile realm of feeling where all that mattered was flesh against flesh and the saturation of flesh by flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh!" the aroused young wife groaned in relief, throwing her arms around him when she finally felt the weight of his hard lean body settle down on hers and his broad chest flattening her heaving breasts. God, it felt so good to have a man there, a strong hard man. Ned Clark's face loomed up in her mind, then a froth of green bubbles in which a long pink-handled brush was spinning like the needle of a compass gone mad ... and then Lars' face ... her husband, her handsome blonde Viking ... watching her ... She was being raped!
Convulsively she tried to scissor her legs shut and her body went rigid. This sudden turnabout was too much for even K.C.'s easygoing nature ... Christ, she wasn't going to bind up on him now, was she?
"Spread your legs and put it in!" he growled tersely down at her.
It was an order, there was no doubt about that, Nancy saw as she looked up into his scowling face. The crazy-looking but apparently good-natured boy was gone ... replaced by an angry frustrated male animal lusting after her body as if nothing would stop him now. It was her own fault, she told herself grimly, for giving in to his filthy tonguing of her clitoris and vagina which were still tingling and throbbing with the same impatience that K.C. was showing. God, she wished she could cut herself off at the waist ... Wished she had no genitals at all like the sleek plastic models in the store windows before they dressed them.
"Put it in, goddammit!" he ordered her roughly again, pressing the hard bulbous head of his pounding cock against her still gently oozing pussy.
"No!" Nancy shot back at him. She wasn't going to help him. He had to take her by force if he wanted to. She deliberately tried to push him away and struggled to close her legs again.
"All right, bitch!" K.C. grunted, grabbing her hair with a savage yank and forcing one hand down between their slippery bodies to guide his thick hard shaft forward into the steaming fleshy folds of her cunt. Chalk up another one for Turk, the youth thought disgustedly. The bastard was right again. There was something in all that class shit he was always mouthing about how money sucked the humanity out of people after all. This redheaded broad sure as hell wasn't like any other chick he'd ever known, lying there moaning for it one second, then trying to turn him off the next. That was just sick, brother! She'd gotten fouled up somewhere along the line. She was in the wrong bag. A bad trip, man, but screw it, he was gonna fuck the living shit out of her anyhow ... He increased the pressure of his rock-hard cock-head against the tight elastic opening of her cunt, feeling her tense and cringe underneath him. She was holding her breath, the dumb bitch. She couldn't wait to get hurt!
He lunged forward between her legs.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Nancy screamed as his raging cock burst painfully through the tiny resistant hole and plowed upward, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vagina ahead of it like a bulldozer pulverizing a path through virgin forest. "Uuuuunnnhhh!" she groaned when it finally came to a halt lodged against her tender cushiony cervix and she lay there squashed under his brute weight, locked pelvis to pelvis with him, his long thick cock embedded to the hilt deep in her quivering belly, filling her as she had never been filled before. There wasn't one tiny ridge on its entire blood-filled length that she couldn't feel with the sensitive flesh of her cunt as acutely as if she had suddenly been turned into a glove of living tissue for his fist-like cock. He had smashed the last barrier of her defenses and hurled his savage spear deep into her helplessly pinioned belly, and she lay there impaled beneath him, totally subjugated ... a faint barbaric drumbeat began in her ears as the thudding rhythm of the blood surging in their two intertwined bodies slowly syncopated...
K.C. lay still for a moment, glaring down at his skewered captive, his face directly over hers. "You dig that, baby?" he sneered. "Is that your kick?" He throbbed his cock deep inside her and ground down even harder on the fleshy cushion of her pubic mound, ringing another little mewl of pain from her. "You wanna be hurt?" he asked her insistently. "You want me to hurt you?"
When she didn't answer, he drew his lust-crazed cock all the way out of her sheathing cunt to the tip and then brutally slammed it home again, knocking the breath out of her.
"Uuuuunnnggghhhh!" she groaned again.
"Answer me, goddammit!" he goaded her scornfully. "You want me to hurt you, don't you?"
Still she said nothing, lying transfixed beneath him, but now her gray-green eyes were wide open, locked on his face with a strange expression he had never seen before and couldn't understand. Once again he drew out, flexed his hips and drove cruelly back in. This time she didn't even whimper ... or bat an eyelash. It was like fucking a corpse!
"You want me to hurt you, you gotta beg me," he grunted at her hoarsely. "Beg me!"
She shook her head.
"All right, fuck you, you dumb bitch!" he yelled in sudden fury, pulling his cock all the way out of her and leaping to his feet astride her prostrate body. She wigged him out, this cunt did! He grabbed his overcharged cock and with a few quick jerks of his hand brought himself off, spewing spurt after spurt of white-hot cum all over her motionless body, her stomach, breasts, neck and face. A couple of drops spattered on her lips which were peeled back on her teeth in a frozen grimace and he would have sworn some trickled down into her mouth but she just lay there as if she was paralyzed or something. He pumped himself savagely a couple of times more and the last drop of sperm dangled down in a long thread toward her naked cunt where the whole load should have gone. Goddamn! It was the most unsatisfactory, depressing orgasm he ever had in the whole eighteen years of his fucking life!
Turk had been watching this climax from the kitchen where the steak was sizzling appetizingly in the pan on top of the stove. "I told ya, man," he said sympathetically. "These shit-eating upper-class broads don't like to ball. They just use sex to exploit their men the way their men use their bread to exploit the poor. Sucking cock is all those cunts are good for."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" K.C. snapped, jumping off the bed and disgustedly pulling on his jeans and boots. "Fuck the propaganda, man. Let's eat the goddamn steak."
"Coming up, buddy," Turk said soothingly. "Things went so fast there I think the potatoes ain't baked yet but we got some nice salad. Too bad poor old Lars can't be here to help us eat it." He glanced over at the bed where Nancy still lay in an apparent stupor with her legs obscenely splayed apart, her body covered with glistening little trails of K.C's cum where it had begun to trickle down the sensuous slopes of her body. "You want to eat some steak, Nancy?" he jibed. "Before you suck my cock?"
Nancy felt like she had been thrown off the top of a high cliff and was only very slowly returning to bruised and bleeding consciousness. What had happened? She had had some kind of shock ... emotional shock. Voices which somehow she knew were very close seemed to come from far away. Something wet was trickling all over her body and face. With the tip of her tongue she licked her lips and tasted ... faintly salty ... blood...? No! Sperm! She retched uncontrollably, frantically grabbing the sheet to rub her face as everything came flooding back to her! Her near escape from rape. Why had she been spared? She had resisted, that was it, she had fought like a she-devil for her honor and saved it. The boy had been inside her but she had shoved him away, and he had cum outside. She had been faithful to her absent husband. Something nagged her memory ... something deep inside her felt frustrated, and unfulfilled. Yes, there had been a moment when she, when her body, had seemed to want to be degraded raped, bloodied, tortured. But she had preserved her purity. She remembered how much the boy's penis had hurt her. It was so big. Bigger than her husband's. Lars!
The rest of the events of the terrible evening swept back into her mind. Lars was making love with two strange girls in another cabin, or at least that's what these two boys said. And she was going to make him pay for abandoning her. But were the boys telling the truth? The shorter one, the one called Turk, was talking to her.
"You want to eat some steak, Nancy? Before you suck my cock?"
Feeling as cold as an icicle, Nancy sat up slowly on the edge of the bed and faced the boys who were watching her from the small cabin kitchenette.
"You'll have to kill me first," she said quietly, without melodrama. And she meant it with every fibre of her being. Painfully she rose and made her way toward the bathroom. A shower. She had to have a shower to wash away the terrible reminder of that brutal boy ... masturbating on top of her ... the white droplets spouting out of the end slit of his cock at her ... obscene ... perverted. The taste was still in her mouth, and she didn't think it would ever go away.
"Wait a sec, Nancy," Turk sneered, obviously entertained by what she had said. "We didn't tell you quite the whole story about dear old Lars."
Again that chilling undertone of menace that seemed to pierce the marrow of her bones. Nancy's heart sank again. She had known all along that it wasn't true what they said, about the girls.
Turk seemed to read her mind. "Oh, he was fucking our chicks all right, baby, don't get me wrong." He took a bite of steak and chewed noisily as Nancy waited there naked and helpless. "But right now ... " He speared another piece of meat on the end of his knife. "Right now the drunken slob is trussed up like a fat, little pig on his way to the butcher."
"I don't believe you!" Nancy defied him feebly. Somehow she had expected something like this. Lars had gotten drunk and fallen into a trap.
"Well, I believe you, Nancy." Turk smiled his cruel tight-lipped smile at her. "When you say you'd rather die than suck my cock, I believe you, baby. I believe you. Don't you believe her, K.C?" he asked.
"Fuck 'er!" K.C. grunted coarsely, not even bothering to look up from his food.
"Yeah, I believe you'd give up your life before you'd do that awful disgusting thing ... Get down on all fours between my legs and take my nice thick cock in that pure and innocent little mouth of yours," Turk went on, gloatingly toying with her. "But what about Lars, baby? What about Lars?"
"You wouldn't dare hurt him!" Nancy quavered.
"No?" Turk questioned softly. "No!" he yelled at her. He was out of his chair and stalking toward her, venomous, deadly. "You don't suck my cock ... ! " he hissed at her and made a slicing motion with the knife in his hand. "Off go his balls, baby. Off!"
"Yeah, you can tack 'em up over the bed," K.C. added nastily. "It's a wonder the poor bastard has any left."
Turk straightened up from his crouch and said airily, "Go take a shower and think it over, baby. Do you really want a eunuch for a husband?" He went back to the table and with a wink at K.C. sat down to finish his meal. "It sure is a dee-licious steak."
K.C. tossed his knife and fork onto his empty plate and with infinite care and precision began to roll a fresh joint. Nancy quietly closed the bathroom door and with fumbling hands turned on the shower. She was beaten and she knew it. She couldn't let them do that to Lars, even it if was all his fault that they were in this terrible situation. He was her husband...
CHAPTER FIVE
Lars didn't really know what to expect when he followed Kate up to the cabin but the sight that met his eyes when she pushed open the door was beyond his wildest fantasies.
The cabin was much larger than his and Nancy's, with twin king-size beds which had been pushed together to form one enormous white-sheeted playground and in the corner, leaning back in a jumble of vari-colored cushions, a small completely naked gypsy-like brunette girl was rhythmically pumping a thick gleaming white cylinder in and out of the dark-haired "vee" between her slackly splayed legs in time to the slow beat of a rock group which was playing turned down low on a cassette recorder beside her. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace it was like going into a steam bath after the cold air on the lake and the room was filled with a haze of acrid bluish smoke.
The girl on the bed was so totally concentrated on her lewd self-fucking that she didn't even notice when they went in. When she pulled the shiny-slick cylinder out of her cunt, Lars realized it was a long thick candle. The juicy pink lips of her cunt seemed to cling to it hungrily like a sucking mouth, and when she plunged it back in she gave a little groan of satisfaction. From time to time she took a drag on a tightly rolled cigarette which she held in her other hand without ever losing the beat of the group singing on the tape.
Lars felt his limp cock give a lurch and begin to swell again as he stood there unobserved in the doorway watching the black-haired girl Vara shamelessly masturbate toward her climax. God, she was too much! He could see she was really getting hot now because her pelvis was beginning to snap sharply forward on the in-stroke so that almost the entire thick candle vanished up between her legs and she gave a little grunt as her hand banged into her wet pink cuntal crevice. Then she drew the moistly glistening candle out more slowly so that she could ram it in harder on the next beat.
Lars felt his fly being unzipped, then Kate's cool dry hand closed around his hardening member and began to slide the foreskin back and forth along the shaft in the same wild rhythm as the other girl candle-fucking herself.
Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the licentious spectacle on the bed and looked down at Kate. The young blonde-haired girl was grinning mischievously up at him with sparkling eyes which in this brighter light he saw really were an amazing dark blue. She was an honest-to-God knockout, much prettier than Vara who was almost plain and looked haggard with the dark circles under her eyes, but there was something so unnaturally sexy, so suggestive of complete erotic abandon, about the young brunette that he wished he hadn't promised Kate to fuck her first.
"Well, well, look what little Katie brought home," a low sultry voice murmured.
Lars jerked around to look back at the bed. The brunette was calmly watching them with an amused smile on her face. She had stopped masturbating but her legs were still wantonly splayed and he could see the white butt of the candle protruding from her lewdly revealed cunt.
"Come over here, man," she beckoned siren-like. "Let me see what you've got. Maybe I won't have to use this dumb old candle after all."
As if he were being pulled by some powerful magnetic force, Lars left Kate and moved toward the girl on the bed with his thickly distended cock jutting out of his fly in front of him like some enormous phallic-shaped antenna.
"Oh, I like!" Vara purred appreciatively. Reaching out a slender-fingered white hand to cup the heavy blood-engorged head of the architect's penis, she gave the tip a sharp little pinch which sent a lightning flash of mixed pleasure and pain tingling through every nerve-end in his body. Jesus, she really knew where to touch a man. He was willing to bet she had already learned more ways of giving and taking pleasure than most women did in a lifetime. There was an almost witch-like quality about her that made him think of dark secret rites and strange practices. But she couldn't be twenty yet! She darted a quizzical challenging little glance up at him from under arched black brows and added, "And I'll bet you know what to do with it too, man!"
"Vara, I found him and I get him first," Kate objected plaintively, like an aggrieved child.
"That's for him to decide, isn't it, honey? Anyway, I'll bet you've already had him at least once. You look like the cat that licked up the cream," Vara observed maliciously. "Here, man, have a toke." She reached the little cigarette up to Lars. "That's good pot."
Lars wasn't about to let these kids know he had never smoked any marijuana, so he took a deep drag and tried to hold it in his lungs the way they did in the movie Easy Rider but the harsh pungent smoke seared his windpipe and he had to cough it out immediately.
"Well, let's not waste it," Vara smiled with a little edge of condescension in her voice. "There's some vino over there on the table if that's what you're use to."
She held out her hand to take back the joint but before handing it back to her Lars took another, more cautious drag and this time managed to hold it in his lungs. Aside from a burning sensation he felt no effect whatsoever. He'd read somewhere that marijuana was supposed to heighten sexual desire but, Christ, if his got any higher, he'd take off like a rocket.
His eyes roved greedily over Vara's gleaming olive-skinned body, following the curves of her ripe soft breasts and narrow waist inevitably back to the flauntingly displayed "vee" between her legs and the white butt of the candle stuck far up into her cunt. As he watched, her buttock muscles contracted slightly and the candle began to ooze slowly out between her thighs. Then she began an undulatory movement of her hips and to his amazement the candle disappeared again bit by bit back up into her sucking vagina. He could almost feel the nibbling of her cuntal lips on his own desire-stretched member.
"Total action, man," she boasted mockingly, gazing up at him with feverishly glittering black eyes. "Like to try?" She clenched her vaginal muscles and the candle squirted juicily out of her cunt to plop inertly between her outstretched legs. She swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was directly facing him and reached down with both hands to part the sparsely-haired lips of her cuntal slit, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal hole and the swollen bud of her clitoris pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pink pussy-flesh.
An intoxicatingly heady musky odor seemed to envelope Lars like a cloud. With a low animal-like moan, completely forgetful of his promise to Kate, he dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his head in Vara's moistly seeping pussy, licking, rubbing, smearing his face ... sucking frenziedly at her loins as if she were the source of life itself. God, he had been so starved for the smell and taste of a really aroused and welcoming woman. He'd almost forgotten such pleasures existed, all his life lately had been distorted by his wife Nancy's hang-ups and inhibitions...
Immediately Vara's hands came down and tangled themselves in his curly blonde hair, regulating his impetuous sucking and tonguing, guiding him first to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. As his lips closed around the moistly pulsing little bud she gave a low abandoned moan and her pelvis began a fluid serpentine movement against his mouth which instinctively followed and accentuated her rhythm sucking lips and swirling tongue, as if the two of them had been doing this together from the beginning of time. That was it, Lars realized, that was it. They were perfectly attuned to each other, and he knew that when he fucked her, it was going to be like fucking a real woman for the first time in his life. This girl and he were made for each other it was one of those miracles that happen. He knew exactly how to give her pleasure.
Her whole body jerked and shuddered when he drew his tongue up and down her moist cuntal crevice and began to rotate it around and around inside the smooth velvet flesh of her vagina, teasing just at the opening at first and then farther and farther up inside. He heard her moaning yearningly now and felt the membranes of her vaginal canal swarm so closely around his obscenely probing tongue that it seemed to become part of her body and flutter with the rapid pounding of blood pumping wildly through her veins. Not caring that he was barely able to breathe, he buried his nose deep between the soft wet flanges of her cunt, thrusting his tongue its uttermost length up her ravenous vaginal passage, inhaling the smothering pussy smell and reveling in her passionate response to the ministrations of his inadequate organ.
Just wait, baby, he was thinking, just wait till you feel my big cock up there, you'll never want anything else for the rest of your days. And even though he was groveling like a slave between her legs with her thighs locked tightly around his head, he was filled with an exhilarating sense of mastery over this strange wanton girl he had only just met and whose cunt was now the limit of his universe. He could feel his cockstraining and expanding to enormous thickness and length in anticipation of the wild fucking he was going to give her, but he continued to tantalize her with his tongue until her gasps became sobs and he felt her hands tugging at his head.
"Oh, fuck me, lover," Vara moaned. "Fuck me now before I go crazy!"
As Lars jumped up to rip off his sweater and pants, he caught just a glimpse of the golden-haired Kate sitting disconsolately at the table, munching a sandwich with a glass of wine in front of her, but he had no thought in his mind for anything except the writhing creature of lust on the bed. When he dropped on his knees between the gypsy girl's outflung legs, she stopped tossing her head long enough to look down between her breasts at his hard-twitching cock and reach down her hand to guide the huge bulbous head up into the "vee" of her pussy. Simultaneously as one person they heaved toward each other so that their loins smacked together and his bursting cock was buried to the hilt deep in the soft depths of her hungry female flesh on the first lunge.
"Mmmmmm, that's good," she breathed, lacing her smooth arms around his shoulders and back. "Don't move yet, lover. Let me feel all of you."
Vara smiled up at him with dry parched lips and Lars suddenly became aware of the intense heat emanating from her motionless body as if she was burning up with fever. For the first time he realized how deep the dark circles under her eyes were and wondered with a flash of alarm if she was really ill. Then gradually his own body began to absorb her heat and ... maybe it was the pot he had smoked ... it seemed to him that he could distinctly, but at the same time, feel every square inch of her body where his touched hers as if somehow they were blending, melting together. Currents of strange never-before-felt sensation began eddying through his flesh although neither of them were moving. He wanted to wet her lips with his tongue but sensed that this was no time for the ordinary motions of love, and stared down into her dark opaque eyes with almost a sense of fear. It crossed his mind that somehow she was bewitching him, casting a spell over him ... And then it began!
And went on endlessly, ceaselessly, agonizingly, incredibly ... an elastic rippling wave-movement of the inner muscles of her vagina that milked his bursting cock millimeter by millimeter from the hard aching head down to the thick base where their pubic hairs were stickily entwined. He tried to pull back in order to fuck into her but found that he was powerless to move as the wild spiraling motion of her inner cuntal muscles built up an irresistible delirious torment of ecstasy in his sperm-bloated balls and he realized that even if she sucked the life out of him he had to go to the end of this unbelievable sensation.
With a sob of frustration he dropped his head on the cushions beside hers and let her continue the weird unnatural theft of his manhood because with part of his mind he realized that that was what she was doing ... he was as helpless as a baby ... helpless as a baby. And that was his last thought before the violence of his release from this unbearable delight blacked out his mind and his lust-tensed balls reached the limits of human endurance, exploding jet after seething jet of cum into her insatiably suctioning depths ... draining him forever.
"That was nice for starters," Vara said as his convulsive jerking gradually subsided and his hoarse panting diminished. She gave his rapidly shriveling cock one last squeeze with her cunt and imperiously ordered, "Now fuck me!"
Over Lars' shoulder she winked at Kate who was still munching moodily at her sandwich, taking a sip of wine from time to time. Kate shrugged and Vara could hardly keep from smiling her triumph. She just hoped Turk and K.C. stayed away long enough. Before the night was over she was gonna have some fun with this square Swede and even up the score with little Katie, too. She was pretty sure the little bitch had been making it on the side with K.C, otherwise the big stud wouldn't have been slowing down in the sack the way he had been lately. And she'd noticed the way he'd been looking at the little country floozy...
Turning her attention back to Lars, she balled up her little fists and jabbed at him as if she was really angry at him.
"Don't tell me it's all over!" she lashed out furiously at him. "I was just getting started. Kate, you brought home a goddamn rabbit!"
As she squirmed to get out from under his collapsed body, Lars stared at her with dim lackluster eyes. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he muttered thickly.
"Do to you!" Vara sputtered with feigned indignation. "I let you get inside me, man, and bing-bang-whoosh! That's it. Big deal. I should've known better. I thought you were a real man, baby."
"Fuck you, bitch," Lars grunted, heaving himself off the bed and staggering toward the table. Without looking at Kate he sat down on the bench beside her and poured himself a glass of wine, tossing the sour-tasting liquid down his throat with an immense sense of relief. He felt like he had just come back from a thousand-mile trek across the Sahara desert.
"I told you, you should have fucked me first," Kate forlornly reproached him. "Now you won't be able to do it to me at all!"
Lars poured himself another glass of wine, tore off a piece of bread and crammed it into his mouth with a piece of cheese. Looking from Kate to Vara and back to the blonde girl again, he wondered how he could have been such a damn fool as to go for the unhealthy black-haired bitch when something as sweet clean and lusty as Kate was just begging him to sock it to her. Vara, now that he looked at her more closely, was definitely a mess. Her breasts were already beginning to sag, her skin was sallow and her black hair was dirty and stringy ... it was just because of the way she had been fucking herself with that candle when he came in ... so damn exciting somehow ... and then ... his cock gave a painful throb in memory of the working over she had given it. She certainly knew how to use that cunt of hers. Jesus, he'd never felt anything like that with the women he'd had before Nancy, and of course Nancy made love as if she didn't know she had a cunt.
"Maybe you could do it to me with your finger," Kate suggested hesitantly. "Would you?" She looked anxiously at Lars. She really sort of liked him and was sorry they had to get him drunk and tie him up but Turk had said to, and as long as she was with Turk she would be loyal to him. She didn't know how long that would be, she was getting a little tired of always doing what he said, but he had taught her a lot; of things ... about life and all. Anyway, they weren't really gonna hurt Lars, just scare his wife who must be pretty stupid to let a nice guy like her husband out roaming around the lake at night like that. The teenager was pretty sure if she got him to start fingering her he would get excited and really fuck her. She really wanted to get fucked because Turk didn't make it much with her anymore...
She filled the exhausted architect's glass of wine again, then slipped out of her jeans, sitting down straddling the bench with her cunt close to his thigh.
"You could do it right here," she hinted timidly. "We don't have to go over to the bed."
Lars looked from the full wide-set mounds of her breasts which were thrusting aside her still unbuttoned shirt, down to her soft belly where a faint golden down began just below the shadowy indentation of her navel and extended on down to the tawny pubic "vee" where just the vaguest line of her closed pink cunt-lips showed through the tangled mass of silky curls.
"I'll suck it for you, honey," he said, with a feeling of almost tenderness in his heart for this young girl. He reached out and dipped his middle finger gently in between her legs, feeling it immediately slide easily up into the already well-moistened vaginal cleft. Impulsively he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked away her vaginal secretions. They tasted fresh and sweet, not strong and heady like Vara's which had a bad aftertaste like wine when you got to the dregs.
"No, just with your finger," Kate said. "Just rub my clit like this..." She took his free hand and guided it back to her widespread pussy, showing him how she liked his finger to rub and circle her clitoris as she shut her eyes and rocked her naked pelvis contentedly back and forth on the hard wooden bench.
Lars finished up the cheese, downed another glass of wine and felt his strength returning as he continued to mechanically do what she had shown him. He couldn't believe it but, Jesus, his cock was already showing signs of coming to life again. The swelling glans, all sticky with Vara's cuntal secretions, was beginning to push its way out from its heavy hood of foreskin and the shaft was straightening out in a rapidly thickening arc.
Kate was quick to see this resurgence too, and she bent eagerly forward to start licking and sucking him again. At the first soft warm contact with her tongue Lars felt that somehow this strange blonde girl was cleansing him of his unhealthy experience with her friend. His customary self-confidence which the black-haired gypsy-girl had almost destroyed flowed back to him. Just for good measure he filled his glass with wine again, looking down with wonder at Kate's honey-colored head nestling cozily in his lap. Sipping the wine slowly, he thought, Christ, this is the way the old Romans must have lived, eating and drinking and having beautiful young slaves suck their cocks right at the table. All of a sudden he felt like a warrior returning victorious from battle to a banquet given in his honor and when his cock was fully erect and potent from her loving ministrations, he raised her head and said boldly.
"Okay, baby. Let's go fuck." He picked her up easily in his arms and carried her to the bed, not knowing whether he could cum again so soon or not but sure as hell going to give this sweet kid one good fuck. She deserved it. He didn't even glancy at Vara who was calmly smoking another joint on the far side of the bed. To hell with her! He'd show her what she had missed by pulling that witch trick on him.
He laid Kate, who was happily hugging and kissing him, tenderly down on the bed and immediately positioned himself between her outstretched legs. Instead of plunging brutally into her as he had with Vara though, he began by rotating the blunt, blood-swollen head of his revived penis in the delicate petal-like folds of her cunt with his hand, propping himself on one elbow so that he could look down and watch the slow titillating entrance of his cock-head into her softly squirming pussy. Jesus, he thought, maybe there was something in what they said about marijuana ... about its heightening your sexual powers ... because his cock looked incredibly big, bigger than he had ever seen it before. The angry red rim jutted way out from the tautly stretched skin of the iron-hard shaft. As it sank out of sight up into her warm inviting cunt, he felt the supple elastic walls of her vagina give and flower open, then settle snuggly back around the welcome intruder.
"Mmmmmmm," Kate sighed, gazing up at him lovingly with grateful shining eyes. "God, you feel good, Lars. God, you have a beautiful big cock."
He straightened his body over hers so that now his weight was resting on both elbows and his hands were free to pinch and knead the erect cherry-red nipples of her breasts, bringing more little gasps and sighs of pleasure from her lips.
Gradually, with slight rhythmic flexes of his hips he inched his way up into her moist hungry depths. When her eyes flickered shut and the fluid thrust of her hips became more urgent, he sank all the way down on top of her body and with a final corkscrew twist of his cock rammed it all the way in, feeling it buckle slightly as it slammed up against her cervix. Christ, it must have grown an inch since he met her on the lake ... the poor thing had shrunk from lack of use since he'd married Nancy.
Kate's arms flew up around his neck and she pulled his mouth down to hers in a long passionate kiss. He could feel the large cushioning mounds of her breasts flattening under his weight ... the soft warm flesh of her belly ... the silky skin of her inner thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. Their bodies were locked together in delicious union and he could sense her trusting surrender of her self to him ... not like that cold-blooded other witch who had tricked him into cumming before he could really throw it to her. Vara was probably one of those frigid broads who could do anything with their cunts, pick up dollar bills off the floor, even smoke cigarettes, he'd heard, but could never reach orgasm. No, this was the real thing, he told himself, beginning to fuck into
Kate with long measured strokes, feeling her intuitively adjusting to his rhythm. This was the way he had expected his own wife Nancy to respond to his lovemaking, with primitive natural joy, instead of the frightened recoil at first and then the martyred long-suffering patience which had turned their sex life into a bitter hell that he could only face with half a bottle of whisky in him.
The more eagerly Kate responded to him, the more his body became alive. The sensitive underside of his cock-head which had been half-numb when he started was now the focus of one long continuous dreamy sensation which fanned out through his loins as he drove in and out of Kate's tightly encasing cunt and she met him stroke for stroke, panting hotly in his ear. God, if only he'd married a girl like this, he mused, how different his life would be. But maybe it wasn't too late...
The young architect shivered suddenly as he felt a hand close firmly around his desire-tightened testicles and tug back on them as he drove forward, tightening the already taut skin on his cock and somehow immediately heightening the pleasure flow as he slung hard into Kate's cunt.
Vara! The bitch was trying to get into the act!
He wanted to stop and give her a back-hand across the mouth that would knock her from hell to breakfast, but Kate was writhing passionately under him and he knew the pretty blonde teenager was on the verge of climax. So he went on fucking it to her but the center of his attention was now being shifted back to his balls which Vara was expertly kneading in a way that was almost but not quite painful, sending multiple jolts of indecipherable sensation winging out through his overcharged nerves. Then he felt her fingernails clawing lightly at his buttocks and groaned as they were pried apart by her strong fingers and her hot breath blew on his tightly puckered anus. Something soft and moist began licking up and down his anal crack and he felt Vara's cheekbones drive into the nether crevice as she speared her tongue toward the rubbery hairless ring of his rectum. God, she was tonguing his ass-hole! The lewd knowledge prickled the hairs at the nape of his neck. Nobody had ever done that to him before! With another groan he spread his legs to give her better access and in spite of himself slowed down his fucking rhythm.
"Fuck me harder, Lars!" Kate moaned underneath him. "Fuck me haaarrrddderrr!"
Lars ground his teeth and tried, but he was powerless to resist the weird novel sensation of having his anus tongued and the twiddling hand that had returned to cup his balls, jerking them back and forth, massaging them on the hairline border of pain and ecstasy. All of a sudden the tight ring of his anus seemed to melt and the tip of Vara's tongue slid in! God, she really had her tongue up his ass, probably only a fraction of an inch, but he could feel the tiny organ squirming maddeningly up his rectum and just the idea of it was too much for him, it blew his mind, and a long shudder traveled all the way up his backbone as Vara gave one extra hard tug at his balls.
"Oh Goddddd, I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!" he moaned, his face flushing red with the strain while his body began to jerk and spasm out of control.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" wailed Kate, pounding on his back with both her fists in her frustration. "I was almost there. Almost theeerrrreee...! "
Completely exhausted and filled with shame and confusion, the hulking Swede let Kate shove his inert body off the bed. He landed on the floor with a jolt that partially cleared his head. Vara was sitting on her heels, looking down at him with a pitying little smile on her narrow face.
"Well, Rabbit jumped the gun again," she smirked knowingly down at him. "I guess there's just no hope for him!"
Too weary to tell her off, Lars struggled to his feet and staggered into the kitchen to look for something more to drink. Christ, he could really use a shot of whisky at this stage of the game ... he felt so fucking weak the idea of rowing all the way back to his own cabin seemed like a physical impossibility. But of course the fucking hippies didn't have any whisky, just some more of that goddamn lousy wine, but that was better than nothing. He carried a bottle back to the table where there was still some bread left, and sat down dog-tired. He had to get out of there and get some sleep before the long drive back to the city tomorrow, he told himself ... just a couple of drinks while he pulled himself together. Kate was still sprawled out on the bed where he had left her and Vara was kneeling beside her, soothingly stroking her inner thighs right up to the cum-soaked honey-colored hair covering her pubic mound.
"That's what you get, Katie, for bringing home a dumb hard-up square who probably never had a good fuck in his life," the olive-skinned girl was saying quietly. "But don't you worry. Tomorrow the boys'll be back and we'll get some real loving again. Meanwhile little old Vara can bring you off, honey. You know I can suck your sweet little cut better than any man in the world because I know what you're feeling. Would you like that, sweetie? For me to suck your cunt a little so you can calm down and get some rest?" she asked the younger blonde girl persuasively.
Kate moaned, nodding her head, and Vara haunched down between her out-flung legs and began nuzzling into her sperm-drenched pussy with obscene licking and sucking noises. Pretty soon Kate's hips had resumed their circling ministrations.
Goddamn dyke, Lars thought as he sipped his wine and blearily watched this lewd lesbian spectacle. That's probably what the goddamn bitch really is ... a goddamn dyke! She was enjoying lapping Kate's cunt all right. He could tell by the way her buttocks began to quiver as the younger blonde girl's excitement increased. Vara's lewdly upturned buttocks were pointing straight at him and her tight hairless little anus looked like it was winking slyly at him. The germ of an idea began growing in his groggy mind. Christ, if he could only get it up again! He'd teach that black-haired bitch to make him shoot his load before he wanted to. Twice in one night she'd done it to him! She liked tonguing ass-holes, did she? Well, he was gonna see how she liked his thick hard cock up hers. He'd split her wide open! Under the table he began to stroke the foreskin determinedly back and forth on his exhausted member but the whole length of it felt like it had been put through a meat-grinder. Jesus, it was sore! And he was feeling half-sick from all the crappy wine he'd drunk. It just didn't seem possible that he could get it up again after cumming three times in such a short time. He wasn't a kid anymore...
There were a couple of marijuana joints in a saucer on the table and on impulse he picked one up and lit it. The first drag sent him off into a series of hacking coughs but after some experimentation he found that by just inhaling sip by sip until his lungs were full, he could hold the acrid smoke long enough so that when he exhaled there was hardly any left at all. By the time he had smoked the joint halfway down he experienced a definite lift and a sense of heightened perception. When he concentrated on Vara's obscenely jiggling ass-cheeks it seemed to him he could see every little wrinkle of the tight rubbery ring guarding her rectum and he had a vision of startling clarity what it would look like skewered on his bulging cock. The sadistic thought apparently struck a responsive chord somewhere in his being because he felt a stirring in his loins and a twinge of anticipation traveled quickly from his balls to the tip of his cock. Christ, it was working! The fucking pot was working. He began to stroke himself harder with growing excitement and even though the feeling of numbness remained in his tormented rod of flesh it was swelling to full blood-hardened erection again. The whole congested length of it was feverishly inflamed from his lustful exertions but by the time he finished the marijuana joint he had the biggest hard-on of his life sticking out in front of him and when he stood up, and it felt like it weighed a ton. By God, he was going to give that goddamn dyke ball-cutter a lesson she'd never forget!
Reeling like a punch-drunk prizefighter, his mind a tumult of giddy half-mad thoughts, Lars staggered across the room until he was just behind Vara. Then he spat on his middle finger aimed it true to the mark at the tiny puckered hairless little hole and with no warning at all rammed it up her rectum all the way past the second knuckle.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" Vara screamed wildly, her head popping up like a jack-in-the-box from between Kate's thighs as the searing pain from her lacerated back passage scoured through her nervous system. She tried to lunge sideways to escape the unbearable penetration but with his free arm Lars locked her buttocks in a bear-like, bone-crushing grip against his burly chest and held her buttocks immobilized.
"Get out of there, you drunken slob!" she yelled furiously at him, twisting her head around to spit at him like a cornered wildcat. "Nobody goes up there unless I say so!"
"Shaddap, you bitch!" Lars snarled back at her, crooking his finger deep up her rectum and delighting in the way her buttocks bucked when his fingernail scraped the sensitive membranes of her forbidden rear passage. He could feel her sphincter muscles working like crazy to expel the alien presence and let his middle finger be pushed back almost all the way out. Then he joined his index to it and rammed them both back in together as far as they would go.
"Uuuuuunnnhhhhh! Jesus! Stop it! You're killing me," Vara pleaded, all the defiance abruptly shocked out of her by the excruciating pain in her helplessly impaled rectum.
For answer Lars began churning his fingers around far up in her soft rubbery nether depths, reaming out her elastic little hole to prepare entry for his vengefully aching cock. "Spread 'em wider!" he rasped at her. "Make it easy on yourself, bitch, because I'm coming in. And keep sucking Kate, goddammit!"
Whimpering like a cowed animal, Vara arched her back and tilted her ass up so that her rectal crevice was spread wide open for the rending assault she knew was to follow. She hated getting fucked up there because she had no control over what was going on. The few times she had let K.C. do it to her, she'd had such funky farout orgasms or whatever they were she didn't know whether she liked them or not. How this crazy Swede had ever gotten it up again she would never know. She was sure he would conk out when he started on that second bottle of wine but here he was back again like a fucking madman. Well, one more time around, she told herself grimly, but he'd pay for this! It was gonna be a pleasure to hold the knife to his balls later on when she had him all nicely laid out with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts. Her eyes blazed with vicious intensity at the cruel thought. In her stoned marijuana-saturated mind she saw herself as a pagan high priestess preparing a living sacrifice for the gods. She could almost feel the knife in her hand as she raised Lars' scrotum up from between his outstretched legs. One quick slice!
"Suck Kate, I said," Lars growled at her, grinning savagely when he saw how obediently she bent to her task again. No more piss and vinegar left in her now, by God, he gloated. All it took was two fingers in the right place, not to speak of Old Faithful there. He squinted drunkenly down at his anger-bloated cock which was straining eagerly up toward its next target at a forty-five degree angle, aimed by an instinct as old as human nature. Goddamn, his cock was gonna outlast him if he didn't hurry, he realized, becoming aware of his suddenly blurred vision and spinning head. He pulled his two fingers out of Vara's now moist and distended anus with a lewd soft squelching sound and planted the huge bulbous head of his throbbing penis at the still disproportionately tiny entrance. It was now or never, Old Buddy! With his fingers digging like talons into the soft white flesh of the black-haired girl's widespread buttocks he gathered all his remaining strength and pressed forward.
"Nnnnnooooo!" Vara's groan rose muffled from Kate's passionately grinding cunt and Lars stared elatedly down at the rock-hard tip of his cock firmly embedded between the quaking ass-cheeks of his victim. God, she was tight! He'd never felt anything tight like that before. A black tide of sheer sadistic lust swept through his brain and his hands began to swoop blindly around her body like hunger-crazed birds, fiercely plucking and pinching her buttocks, thighs, hips, whatever they met. He reached up underneath her kneeling body and savagely squeezed her nipple-peaked breasts until she yelped with pain. Then he thrust his hand down between her parted legs to mercilessly drub her blood-swollen clitoris with the ball of his finger.
"Fuck back, bitch!" he roared hoarsely at the whining girl, exulting in his total mastery over her and the orgy of pain he was inflicting. He had never before deliberately hurt a woman but it was exactly what this cunt wanted, exactly what she wanted! The knowledge of that diabolical truth burned like a beacon through the thick fumes of alcohol and marijuana clouding his brain as he began to saw brutally in and out of her overstretched nether hole. He rammed farther and farther up into her abused rectal passage on each thrust until his pelvis struck solidly against her flattened ass-flesh and the once-tight ring of her anus grasped the very base of his cock. She was moving now! By God, he could feel her humping back against him she wanted it! He was drilling so far up inside her that it seemed like he could feel her heart thudding against the end of his cock.
"Ooooohhhh, yesssss!" Vara moaned. "Haaaarrrddder, man, haaarrrddderrrr!"
With a lopsided drunken leer on his face Lars looked up from their obscenely-welded bodies to where Kate's golden head was flailing from side to side on the mattress. Her pale freckled face was contorted in a grimace of ecstasy as she bit her lower lip in her struggle toward orgasm. The sight reminded Lars of his failure to make her cum, poor kid, but he was no longer ashamed. He had proved he was a man tonight and evened the score with this wild bitch Vara who was moaning and gasping under him and frantically milking his rod up and down with her ass-hole the way she had done before with her cunt. He could feel the miraculously renewed sperm boiling in his balls but this time he was in control. He could hold back forever if he had to...
"I'm cuuuummmiiinnnggg!" Kate suddenly screamed, followed immediately by Vara spitting out obscenities, "Oh gawd, oh shit, oh piss, oh fuuuuck, maaaannnn!" Her body was wracked by long shudders and tremors as if a series of explosions was buffeting her about inside and Lars with a final demonic lunge released his seething pent-up charge of cum deep within her spasming belly. The walls of the cabin and the flames leaping murkily in the fireplace spun like a kaleidoscope in his brain and the seismic upheaval of his fourth orgasm of the night blasted him into a dark world of dreamless sleep before his limp cock had slipped from Vara's cum-oozing anus.
CHAPTER SIX
As Nancy followed K.C.'s tall broad-shouldered silhouette along the narrow barely visible path she was wishing the earth would open and swallow her, that she would suddenly drop dead of a heart attack, fall and break a leg, anything at all rather than go through with the ghastly ordeal ahead of her. But even if she did break a leg, the unhappy redhead mused despairingly to herself, the warped evil boy behind her would probably make her suck his penis anyway. He was utterly heartless and ruthless and she hadn't the slightest doubt in the world that he would make good his threat to castrate her husband if she didn't go through with the revolting act.
The memory of the faint acrid sweaty smell of his genitals and the bulging purplish head of his penis, glistening at the end of its thick brown-skinned shaft like some obscenely poisonous mushroom flashed back into her mind and her whole body was convulsed by a shudder that had nothing to do with the chill night air. Inadvertently she stumbled and to catch her balance grabbed hold of a tree by the side of the path. Immediately she felt the familiar sharp stinging pain just below the hem of her mini-dress as Turk behind her lashed her exposed thighs with the long whip-like switch he was carrying. He had been doing this each time she faltered ever since they left the cabin. She was as helpless as a chained and manacled female slave being driven to the auction block where she would be sold to the highest bidder to be his property for the rest of her days. She wouldn't be Turk's property, of course, but after she performed that vile degrading act she might as well be. Her mind would never be free of the memory of it every time she looked in the mirror and saw her mouth, every time she took a bite to eat between her lips, she would be soiled and defiled for life. No, it just wasn't possible! She came to a dead stop as if she had run into a brick wall and at once felt the smarting reminder of her helplessness across her defenseless thighs. But this time she refused to budge.
Turk lifted the skirt of her mini-dress and jammed the stiffened middle finger of his other hand at random in between her pantyless buttocks, feeling it slide easily between her moist ass-cheeks toward her tightly puckered little nether hole.
"Keep moving, bitch!" he grunted, smiling with satisfaction as he heard Nancy give a startled gasp and hurry on. She was gonna have more than a finger up that virgin little ass-hole before the night was over if he was any judge of human nature. Pissed-off and horny the way K.C. was, the big bastard just wouldn't be able to resist later on when he saw that hairless little ring waving in the air. Turk was ready to lay odds on that. Yeah, he reflected, this snotty establishment cunt with her dumb-ass ideas of what life was all about was gonna get fucked at both ends tonight with her husband lying right next to her, watching the whole performance!
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When they finally reached the hippies' cabin after an interminable nightmarish journey, Nancy saw K.C. go to the near wall and start feeling along it with his hands. A few seconds later a circle of bright light leapt out toward them through the night and she realized he had opened a hole similar to the one in her own cabin. After bending down to take a quick look he turned around grinning and flashed the victory sign with his fingers. Nancy's knees almost buckled. She had been hoping against hope that somehow Lars had escaped.
"Okay, bitch," Turk hissed at her. "You didn't believe us. Look for yourself."
He pushed her resisting head toward the hole and with dread in her heart the distraught young wife looked through. What she saw was like a scene from some heathen sacrificial rite, drawn by an artist with a grotesquely fiendish imagination. By the light of a lamp on a bedside table and against a background of orangish-red flames leaping in the fireplace on the far side of the room she saw her husband stark naked and flat on his back in a spread-eagle position on an enormous bed. His eyes were closed and his mouth lolled open. Next to him, also completely naked, was a dark-haired witch-like girl who as Nancy watched in horror reached out with a long white candle and flipped Lars' limp distended penis up from between his legs onto his stomach. God, it looked like it had been boiled in oil. it was so painfully red and swollen. The gypsy girl began to tap it with the candle, making it flop up and down. Lars groaned and his hips writhed but his eyes didn't open. It was only then that Nancy saw the wires running out from his wrists and ankles and realized that her husband was helplessly tied hand and foot to the four posts of the bed. How had he ever gotten himself into such a terrible situation, she wondered dazedly. He must have drunk himself into a stupor and passed out after making love with that horrid girl. Resentment flared briefly, he deserved anything he got! No, she told herself for the thousandth time, he was her husband.
"All right," she mumbled pathetically, turning away from the peephole. "I'll do what you want." She started to move off in the direction they had come but Turk grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?" he leered banefully at her.
"Back to the cabin," Nancy replied dully. "You don't want me to do it out here in the cold, do you?"
"No, I don't want you to do it out here in the cold," he mimicked her coarsely. "I want you to do it in there where it's nice and warm and cozy." He started to push her toward the cabin door but she jerked back as the full impact of what he said struck home to her.
"But he'll see me!" she wailed desperately.
"That's right!" Turk gloated. "Lars is gonna see his sweet little wife sucking somebody else's cock on the bed right next to him and maybe that'll teach him to go around screwing other guys' chicks. Come on, bitch!" he growled relentlessly. "It's either that or..." The knife blade glittered in his hand again.
Even as the tears began to flow uncontrollably down Nancy's cheeks, a hard cold little voice deep inside her somewhere was saying, Well, you wanted revenge, didn't you? You wanted Lars to carry the scars of this night to the grave with him, didn't you? Well, what better way than for him to be obliged to actually witness what you're forced to do because of him? What better way to indelibly brand him with his guilt, the little voice grimly asked her as Turk yanked open the door and propelled her into the smoky suffocating atmosphere of the cabin ahead of him.
"What happened to the party?" the swarthy boy shouted boisterously. "Look who we brought along to liven things up!"
On the bed Vara turned and flashed him an amused shark-like smile. "It's about time! Himself here has been out of action for quite awhile. I can't seem to get a rise out of him." She grasped Lars' soft red cock and pulled it straight out from his body as far as it would go before letting it plop inertly back between his outstretched legs. "Kaput!" she sniggered derisively as the Swede groaned and squirmed again, his eyes still tightly shut.
"Well, maybe watching Nancy here suck my cock will bring him back to life," Turk grinned maliciously. "You wouldn't believe it to look at her, but she just loves to suck cock. Right, K.C?"
"Right, man, right!" K.C. enthused sarcastically, grabbing up a half-empty bottle of wine and taking a long swig. "She just loves cock! Can't get enough! Can't get enough!"
At the mention of his wife's name, Lars' head jerked up off the bed and he stared across the room at her in pop-eyed disbelief. Up until then he had been only sort of half-conscious of having this weird drunken nightmare where someone tied him up and played with his cock, making him cum and cum and cum again until he thought he was going crazy. Now he saw that he really was tied up but the only thing that sliced through the fog in his drugged brain was Nancy being there.
"What the hell are you doing here!" he yelled at her, straining vainly to free his hands from their fetters but only succeeding in drawing the knots tighter.
When she heard him yell at her like that after all she had been through because of him, something snapped inside Nancy's brain. "Don't you dare yell at me!" she exploded fiercely. "I've come to get you out of the mess you've gotten yourself into. You should see yourself!" She wrinkled her nose in utter disgust.
"Hah!" Lars snorted unbelievingly. "Go away!" He stared with growing apprehension at the two boys who had brought his wife in. It was just beginning to penetrate his drug-and-alcohol-dulled brain that he might be in serious trouble. These two guys were sort of rough-looking, particularly the smaller dark-skinned one with the moustache. He looked mean and nasty.
The wire-bound architect gave another wrench at the bonds on his wrists and winced at the sharp pain when the bonds only bit deeper into his flesh. They were plastic-covered electricity wires, he realized, no chance of breaking them, and whoever had tied him up had done an expert job. Vara, it must be Vara, the bitch. He should have gotten the hell out of there after he fucked her up the ass but the combination of pot and cheap wine had hit him like a ton of bricks and he'd passed out.
"I don't care what you do to me," he said in a much soberer, calmer voice. "Just let her go."
"You don't understand, man," Turk corrected him pityingly. "She wants to help you. Even if you are a half-assed lush who goes around fucking other guys' girls."
"They're going to cut your balls off," Nancy informed him coldly. "Unless I suck his cock..." She pointed at Turk.
Lars felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise. Cut his balls off! And there was that prim now-are-you-satisfied note in Nancy's voice as she calmly mouthed those crude words he had never heard her use before. She almost seemed to be enjoying the situation. What the hell was going on?
"Well, let's get a closer look at this little cock-sucker," Vara chuckled vampirishly, crawling off the bed and gliding across the room. It was only then that Nancy saw the other blonde-haired girl curled up asleep in a huddle of cushions. So there had been two of them! Her flesh crawled as the dark-haired teenager approached and circled appraisingly around her, but she steeled herself not to move even when she felt a feverishly hot hand run up her bare thigh and caress the soft undercurve of her buttocks.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Vara murmured appreciatively. "Very nice. Much too nice for that drunken ass. Do you know, that slob of a husband of yours buggered me a while ago? That's right, he fucked me up the ass when I wasn't looking. And you know how I hate that," she added, turning to K.C. for confirmation.
"Oh I know baby, I know, do I ever know!" K.C. babbled with his mouth full of bread, spouting crumbs all over the place. "I hardly ever get up there and it drives me outa my mind!
Have some vino, Nancy." He took another long swig and handed her the bottle.
Why not, Nancy mused, it might help and it certainly can't do any harm. She took two deep swallows of the sour liquid and for once in her Ufe wished there was some whisky to drink. She needed something stronger to dull her senses and get her through this ordeal.
"Don't you have any more grass?" she asked K.C. as if she had been in the habit of smoking marijuana all her life.
"Come on, we're wasting time," Turk snarled. "Give her a toke and let's get going." He walked over to the giant bed, pulled off his boots and pants and crawled to where Kate was still soundly sleeping.
"Wake up, baby." He shook her shoulder and started re-arranging the cushions into a pile that he could comfortably lean back on as he watched Nancy slave over his cock.
"Wh a " Kate woke up sleepily, seeing first of all Turk's cock already beginning to stiffen out of its thick growth of wiry black pubic hair and then just beyond him Lars tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position. It all came back to her then, her helping Vara tie up the poor young husband after he passed out. She hadn't wanted to but Vara reassured her again that it was only to scare his wife and make her do what they wanted, that they weren't really going to hurt him, so she had gone along with it. It was Turk's orders. But she had felt sorry for the poor bastard even if he hadn't made her cum she knew that was Vara's fault. The young teenager remembered the way Lars had grabbed her and kissed her in the boat ... But why was Turk getting ready to have his cock sucked? She didn't really feel like doing it to him tonight, and hoped it would be Vara's turn for a change.
On the other side of the room someone coughed and she heard K.C. say, "Try it again, baby. You'll get used to it." He was standing with a tall slim auburn-haired woman in a mini-dress, holding a joint to her lips, and all of a sudden Kate understood the set-up. That must be Lars' wife and before taking her to the Lodge to trap Mr. Gibson, Turk was gonna make her suck his cock right under her husband's nose. Jesus! Far out! Turk was always rapping about how people with money rubbed everybody else's nose in shit every chance they got and the only way to get back at them was to do the same to them. Too much! She looked curiously at Lars to see how he was taking it. His eyes were almost bulging out of his head as he watched his wife calmly slip out of her dress and walk toward the bed.
Nancy crawled up between Turk's outspread legs without looking down at his genitals and said in a voice that she tried to keep firm but which quavered in spite of herself, "I've never done this before, you know, so you'll have to instruct me."
"Don't worry, baby," Turk leered at her. "You'll be an expert after this little session. Vara!" He handed his knife to the dark-haired girl. "Just go over and cradle hubby's balls gently in your little hand. Any false move from this cunt, off they go! Right?"
"Right!" Vara confirmed with blood-thirsty glee. "It would be a pleasure, believe me!"
"So okay, baby," Turk turned back to Nancy. "You start out by getting down on your elbows and knees. With one hand you play with my balls a little, just rub 'em together nice and easy, and with the other hand you stroke my cock like this, see, until it gets nice and hard. Then you start to lick it and suck it and if you need any more instructions after that I'll be right here to give them to you."
Nancy unblinkingly met the mocking venomous gaze of his piercing black eyes for a moment, then slowly lowered her head in surrender. The pungent sweaty odor of his loins assailed her nostrils again and she desperately fought down the need to gag. Her husband's life ... at least his life as a man ... depended on her satisfying the perverted desires of this degenerate boy, and she was determined to do her best, even if it destroyed her. But when she looked down and saw that squat thick penis curving out toward her in a half-hardened arc and the huge girth of the bulbous blood-filled head which had not even reached its full expansion yet, her resolution deserted her. Never, never would she be able to take more than the tip of that monstrous instrument in her mouth. God, if there was only some way she could make him cum before she had to suck him.
Gingerly she reached out and took the soft hair-covered sac of his testicles in one small hand and began to knead it, while with the other hand she pulled the thick hood of his foreskin all the way back off the moistly glistening glans and began to slide it up and down the hardening vein-webbed shaft of his penis the way her husband Lars had taught her to do before she could take him inside her vagina. She remembered her overwhelming horror when by mistake she had tasted just a few drops of K.C.'s semen ... and now she was expected to swallow all of this diabolical boy's lewd seed! God, there must be a gallon it, she thought, feeling the weight of his bloated scrotum. It would degrade her forever.
With narrowed eyes Turk gloatingly watched the trembling redhead hovering just above his swelling cock. The upper class bitch was doing a pretty imaginative job on his balls with her fingers for such a rank amateur, but necessity was the mother of invention, right? She was probably hoping and praying he would shoot his load before she had to suck him, the dumb cunt, but she didn't know what kind of control old Turk had, by God. He made a smoking gesture to K.C. who had drifted over from the kitchenette as if drawn by a magnet and now had his eyes glued on Nancy's obscenely upturned ass. K.C. caught his buddy's gesture and without shifting his gaze handed over his half-smoked joint. Turk dragged deeply on the slender marijuana cigarette, chuckling inwardly. He hadn't been wrong about old K.C. ... the big stud was already yanking at his belt buckle and there was a mean gleam in his eye. Maybe the dumb bastard had learned his lesson tonight never fuck around with these rich cunts. Never gentle them along.
"Okay, bitch," he growled down at Nancy. "That's enough of stage one. Now start to lick it and suck it." He reached down and grabbed a handful of her thick red hair, forcing her lips down on his now rock-hard member. "Open your mouth, goddammit!" he ordered her, giving her hair a cruel wrench.
Nancy gasped with the pain, then gagged as she felt at least half of the boy's smooth rubbery cock-head slide past her teeth into her mouth, and tasted the sharpness of the semen she had seen nestling in the tiny slit at the end. She swallowed her own saliva frantically to keep from choking and began to swab and lash her tongue desperately around the part of his penis already in her mouth, hoping he would be satisfied with that. It only took her a few seconds to discover from the twitching and throbbing of his member when her tongue flicked across the cleft underside of the head that was a sensitive spot, so she concentrated on licking there and nibbling with her lips. She felt something almost like satisfaction when she heard Turk give an anguished moan of pleasure after one particularly vigorous swipe of her tongue, and made a note of that, just as she often made notes on interesting passages in books she was reading. What she was doing was so impossibly bizarre and humiliating it wasn't real. It was just another job of the flesh to be done as quickly and efficiently as possible. The real Nancy wasn't involved. She was immune!
That's where her mind was soaring away like a kite in a gale and struggling hard to break the slender cord of sanity that bound it to her body when she felt hard fingers digging into the unprotected softness of her buttocks and prying them apart. Suddenly she was herself again Nancy Claridge Hartnett on a bed in a cabin on a deserted mountain lake, captive of two vengeful ruthless boys. The cock of one of the boys was in her mouth. The cock of the other was prodding toward her cunt now. Next to her, tied hand and foot, lay her husband. She was helpless! Somewhere in the murky depths of her mind she heard the dull thud of those barbaric drums again, mingling with her blood, shooting a thousand arrows of delicious dread to the surface of her skin.
K.C. was roughly massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis now, drawing it all the way up her fear-clenched cuntal slit to her anus. There was nothing gentle about him now. In front of her, Turk had tangled both hands in her long red hair and was tugging savagely at her and slavishly she bent to the task of taking all of his thick hard cock into her mouth. That was what she wanted. She could feel the slippery spongy flesh pressing against the roof of her mouth and sliding up along her tongue to the softness of her throat, K.C.'s weapon-like cock had come to rest against the tight ring of her anus, straining forward against her.
The bitch!
That was Lars' initial reaction when he saw his wife's buttocks jerk up in the air when the bearded guy grabbed her, and saw how she suddenly began to suck the other guy as if she couldn't get enough of him. The dirty two-timing bitch! Ever since they'd been married he'd been trying to go down on her pussy, hoping that that would finally turn her on to real sex but she'd always pushed him away with disgust and horror as if he was some kind of repulsive freak. Now here she was sucking like crazy and humping her ass for a couple of young jerks she'd never seen before. Or had she? Maybe she'd been making it with them all along ... but no, that wasn't possible, Lars told himself. He wasn't thinking straight yet, but what the hell was the explanation? He'd seen the constriction of Nancy's stomach muscles and heard her gag when the beady-eyed little sonuvabitch next to him had rammed his thick hard cock into her pretty mouth. At the beginning it was obvious she was being forced, but what about now? Now, for chrissake, she was sucking and gobbling the guy's penis like she'd been doing it all her life! Well, maybe she couldn't help herself there either. The guy was yanking her head up and down with both his hands tangled in her hair but what about the way she was pushing her ass back against the other guy's cock ... and those goose bumps all over her, they weren't faked. She was enjoying it, for chrissake, she was in seventh heaven! She couldn't wait to get really fucked at both ends!
Incredibly Lars felt his numb and tortured penis throb painfully and start to rise with excruciating little jerks as it began to harden again in spite of all it had been through. Those two lewd teenage girls had certainly done a good job of wearing it out it felt sore as a boil. But the sight of the long thick cock sawing in and out of his wife's rounded ovaled mouth right next to him on the huge bed, and the way her ass was twitching and jerking in anticipation of the dog-style fucking the other guy was going to give her was just too much for him. He looked down and saw that Vara had completely forgotten about him. The dark-haired gypsy girl was frenziedly rubbing her clitoris as she watched slack-mouthed what Turk and K.C. were doing to Nancy. But Christ, he didn't want any more of that bitch, that was for sure. He looked across his red-haired wife's sweat-glistening body to Kate who was also watching the lust-inciting spectacle open-mouthed and panting. The young blonde's hands had risen to unconsciously cup her full-blown white breasts and her fingers were feverishly twisting and pinching their swollen pink nipples as she rocked back and forth in time with Nancy's obscenely bobbing head.
"Kate!" Lars called to her hoarsely. Her eyes met the captive architect's and then traveled down his spread-eagled body to his now fully erect cock and she smiled, nodding in understanding. She came around to his side of the bed and said challengingly to Vara.
"Move over, Vara. This time he's mine!"
"You can have him, honey," the brunette replied indifferently. "I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. I want to hear the screams when K.C. rams his fucking cock up that rich bitch's ass-hole!"
God, so that was what the bearded guy was getting Nancy ready for he was going to fuck her in the anus! Lars jerked his head around to see if his wife had heard what Vara said but her eyes were closed as she pumped her mouth up and down on Turk's saliva-slick cock and she seemed to be in another world. No doubt about it, the bitch was enjoying sucking the guy's cock, Lars thought, and she was doing too good a job for it to be the first time. Which meant that not only had she been starving him her own husband, of what he craved this whole past year, she'd been giving it to someone else. Ned Clark...? The name flashed unbidden into his mind. A couple of times he had suspected Ned of trying some hanky-panky with Nancy but it never occurred to him that she would give Ned the time of day. Fuck her, he growled to himself, turning his attention back to Kate who had squatted down astride him and was now moistening his lust-aroused cock-head by rotating it around and around in her juicy little pussy mouth.
With Vara watching avidly from about six inches away K.C. withdrew his thick long cannon-like cock from Nancy's anal crevice and stared curiously down at the hairless puckered little ring quivering there. She was so goddamn tight he figured maybe he ought to ream her out with his finger first, but after that hassle she'd given him in the other cabin he wasn't about to make things easier for her. Anyway she wanted to be hurt, right? So he'd hurt her, even though it wasn't his bag.
"Split the bitch wide open, K.C!" Vara hissed savagely, reaching around between his legs to cradle the massive, semen-bloated sac of his balls in both her hands and knead it encouragingly. Her head was pressed against his hip and her breath came in hot panting gasps behind him as K.C. pried the soft white moons of Nancy's buttocks farther apart with his thumbs and took careful aim at the tiny puckered target with his pulsating rigidity. Then, with the huge, blood-engorged rod of flesh in perfect position, the youth lunged viciously forward.
"Aaaaagghhhh!" Nancy screamed around Turk's penis in her mouth as K.C.'s great battering ram of a cock burst through her unstretched nether ring and searing pain jolted blindingly through every nerve-end in her body. "Uuuunnhhhh! Nnnuunnhhh!" Her body pitched helplessly forward under the forceful onslaught from her rear, driving her mouth down almost the entire length of Turk's mercilessly up-thrusting shaft" and muffling her sobbing groans in his hair-tangled loins.
Never in her life had she felt such intolerable physical agony. It was like she had been hellishly spitted at both ends and was being roasted over a roaring fire ... only the fire was inside her somewhere and she was revolving around and around with unbearable slowness on a great skewer of seething flame that boiled deep inside her helplessly quivering belly and burned the air from her suffocating lungs. She was sure that her whole body was swelling and blistering and soon would burst wide open like the overstuffed carcass of a barbecued sheep.
K.C. stared fascinatedly down at the distended pink ring which had snapped shut around his aching cock-head like a sprung trap as soon as the lewd intruder popped cruelly through. Man, he was in, but was he ever gonna get out, that was the question! That hairless little hole was snugging onto him like it was going to eat him alive. Oh, baby, is this gonna be one hell of a ride, he mused.
Cautiously flexing his powerful loins, the carrot-haired youth began to drill his iron-hard shaft up into her stubbornly resisting anus inch by painful inch.
"Ram it to her, K.C!" Vara pleaded viciously. "Make the bitch scream!"
"Beat it, Vara." K.C. brushed his girl away with one heavy arm as carelessly as he would a fly. He didn't need any advice from a dumb cunt on how to go about this little job. Christ, just looking at the way his thick red cock was sticking out from between this snotty broad's quivering ass-cheeks was enough to make him blast off again, and he wanted this trip to last. like, the night was young, man, the night was young and there was a long way to go.
As K.C.'s huge penis continued its relentless burrowing progress up into her tortured rectum, pushing the rubbery virginal flesh ahead of.it with wave after wave of nerve-grinding pain, Nancy lost track of time ... even forgot the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth although she continued to mechanically minister to it with her tongue. like a trapped animal the sobbing young bride was totally concentrated on the basic goal of surviving now ... but K.C.'s penis seemed endless and she was sure she must be torn and bleeding inside her cock-stuffed rectum. When she felt she could stand no more, a helpless little whine broke from deep in her throat and irrationally she looked to Lars for help.
God!
The sight she saw almost blanked out the pain radiating from her brutally violated anal passage. Her husband wasn't even watching her! And not only that! He had an erection and was going to make love! As Nancy watched incredulously, she saw the blonde teenager, Kate, squat lewdly down over his nakedly lusting loins and start moving the angry red head of his penis back and forth in her glistening pink vaginal slit. The despairing wife could see every single one of the girl's sparse golden cuntal curls clinging lewdly around her husband's smooth rubbery cock-head. Lars was going to fuck another woman, right next to her on the bed, while she was being inhumanly tortured from both front and rear. He didn't care! The bastard! Pure blind rage seized Nancy's pain-dazed mind they could go right ahead and cut off his balls for all she gave a damn!
Hit with a sudden surge of energy, the young redhead tried to throw herself off the bed but the only result was an agonizing stab of pain as K.C. ground his pelvis hard against her buttocks forcing his cock the last fraction of an inch up inside her wide-split anus, and Turk yanked fiercely at her hair, pulling her head back down on his turgid male flesh. She would have collapsed if the two boys hadn't been holding her lewdly suspended between them like a rag doll. Unable to believe her own eyes, unable to believe that Lars could be so insanely depraved, she darted another glance at him and ... yes, it was true! His penis was already up inside the blonde girl's cunt and even though he was helplessly tied there, he was eagerly straining and swiveling his hips up toward her straddling loins, oblivious of everything except his own carnal pleasure.
The sight of her husband's glistening cock-flesh disappearing up into the unknown young girl's vagina was too much for Nancy's exhausted, tormented brain. The thread of lucidity which she had been desperately following through the night's dark maze of cruelty and mental and physical anguish suddenly snapped and she closed her eyes, abandoning all thought of any further control over her mind or body.
Lewd sounds of animalistic love-making came to her hoarse grunts, panting breath, the slap of flesh against flesh as if an army of men were fighting around her prostrate body. She could feel the perspiration splashing down on her, running in rivulets along her naked back and buttocks, and then became intensely aware of a weird gripping gnawing sensation deep in her belly as if a giant hand had reached up inside her and was pulling out her intestines by the fistful. She pushed her skewered buttocks backward to stop this strange unnerving feeling of being emptied and immediately was slammed forward again as K.C.'s thick shaft of fire filled her to the brim. Over and over it happened the niggling frustrating emptiness when the youth pulled his hotly throbbing cock almost all the way out of her straining anus, and then the burning laceration when he plunged back in ... faster and faster ... until the two sensations blended in a quaking spasmodic counterpoint to the savage rhythm thudding in her ears now. She was lying on a vast plain with the dust of battle rising around her as two armies surged back and forth over her inert body in an orgy of blood and lust, buffeting her back and forth between them, tearing her apart...
Turk gave a grunt of satisfaction as he felt the tempo and suction of Nancy's roundly ovaled mouth increase again. She was really on the way now. For a while there she'd just been coasting along but he realized that was due to her getting used to having K.C.'s huge cock rammed up her ass. He didn't mind waiting because sooner or later his friend always managed to set the broads on fire and they really went wild. He'd never known it to fail. There was something about being skewered at both ends that drove cunts clean out of their skulls.
The dark-haired boy glanced over at Kate humping frantically back and forth over Lars' pinioned loins. He'd have to talk to the little bitch about that afterwards. It was all right putting out nookie to trap the dumb juicehead but why give him anything extra? Not that he really gave a shit. Actually he was bored with Kate. He'd taken the innocent young blonde when she was completely inexperienced, and had molded her into exactly what he wanted her to be. Now that the creative process was finished, she just bored him. Vara was more his style, he mused. She was shrewder, and she had the instinct for springing straight at the jugular vein. They were two of a kind, he and Vara were, and it was in the cards that sooner or later they would split together. She was the only chick he'd ever met who could milk his cock with her cunt as good as a mouth and she sure as hell would be more help in the blackmail scheme he had in mind than soft-hearted little Kate there.
The sinister youth grinned his crooked grin and looked back down at Lars' wife, watching the way the moist pink flesh of her lips was pulled way out as she sucked back along almost the whole length of his throbbing rod ... appreciating the deft little swipe of her tongue at the end. Shit, this rich bitch had the makings of a first-class cocksucker and once he got hold of those obscene photographs old man Gibson was hoarding, there'd be a lot more like her ... classy broads who'd rather get down on their knees and suck his cock than have hubby find out what they were really doing when he was away on that business trip last summer. The world was full of cheating broads and if he had his way, he'd turn every last one of 'em into a cocksucker! As he saw K.C. getting ready to pump into Nancy's ass again, he drew back and let go, shafting his thick hard cock savagely down her throat until her tautly stretched lips were buried in his wiry pubic hairs. He was home, by God!
And Nancy was cumming too!
She knew it and K.C. knew it. He could tell by the smooth quick urgent way she was squirming her buttocks back at him and the way her tight little anus had flowered out, clinging wetly and warmly to his aching cock when he pulled out as if begging him to plow back in. Smooth as butter! Man, he was telling himself, always trust your instincts. He'd known as soon as he looked through the knothole in the other cabin and seen how she touched her body and fingered her sweet little pussy that this chick was starved for cock and brother had he ever been right! Just why, he couldn't figure, because judging from the way her old man was fucking Kate even though he was tied to the bed and could hardly move, he must be some pretty lusty stud. But what the hell, that was just one of life's little mysteries, man, one of life's little mysteries, yeah, and who was he to complain? This was gonna be a big one, he could tell, already feeling the head of steam building up in his balls as he drove relentlessly in and out of that forever-stretched little opening ... a mindblower, man, and it was gonna more than make up for that scene in the other cabin ... she was cumming, he could feel it churning way down deep inside her calling to him like a call of the wild.
"Let's go, baby, let's go!" he yelled suddenly, plunging frantically into her as he felt the sperm boiling up out of his madly churning balls through the narrow canal in his pounding cock.
Nancy reacted to the goad of K.C.'s wild yell like a woman gone berserk in a frenzy of flesh-lust. The battle in her brain was still surging crazily around her, she had been raped and violated by a thousand men but finally the strongest of them all had swept her up and carried her away and now he was fucking her up the ass. Her lord and master! She was his slave ... his to do whatever he wanted to forever and ever. She wallowed in the lewd feel of her total subjugation to his lustfully impaling cock ... Godddddddd...! He could do anything he wanted to her, whenever he wanted, and she loved it. Even sucking the other cock in her mouth was wonderful because he must want her to, so she gloried in it. She wanted them both to cum in her at the same time, the massive cock lunging into her anus and the second hardness in her mouth ... both cum at the same time and fill her to overflowing with their seething hot cum. Now! Now! With her! Her own climax had been coming on for what seemed like hours, an endless deluge of tingling sensations bursting deep in the darkness of her cock-filled belly. For the first time in her life she felt she was really one with her body and she reveled in the undreamed-of cataclysmic upheaval rumbling deep in her insides. Feverishly she reached back between her legs, grabbing K.C.'s cum-tightened balls as they slammed against her empty cunt, and at the same time giving Turk's swollen testicles an extra hard squeeze.
"Maaaaaaaaaaa! Keeerisssssssstttttt!" the two boys groaned in unison and all of a sudden it was happening, they were both cumming in her together! She could feel the hot staccato spurts of Turk's sperm ricocheting off the roof of her mouth and down into her throat as the swarthy boy moaned and bucked his pelvis up against her bruised lips, and then the sudden impossible swelling of K.C.'s cock as he gasped and held himself tense for the first torrential charge of his cum to explode deep up inside her rectum into the very depths of her spasming little belly. It was like pouring oil on the blazing inferno already raging in the too-small confines of her passion-racked body. She could literally feel herself blasted apart in a million tiny pieces of flesh all rocketing out into turbulent space at the speed of light ... seeming to float endlessly in rapturous freefall until slowly and gently the debris of everything that the prim and proper Mrs. Nancy Claridge Hartnett had been before began to drift down from the incredible heights of her orgasm and come dreamily together in a completely new form on an enormous bed in a cabin on a lake somewhere in the mountains. She felt Turk's hands fall lifelessly from her hair as she sucked the last of the sperm from his wilting cock and gave K.C.'s balls one last tug as he fell limply away from her.
"Godddddddd, I came," she breathed wonderingly because it was the most miraculous thing that had ever happened to her ... "I caaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmme!"
Gradually, lying there in a blissful state of lethargic contentment with her cheek against Turk's hairy thigh, Nancy became aware of a rhythmic squelching sound and with great effort raised her head to see what was going on. Well, well, well, she thought with wry detachment, apparently all the action wasn't over yet. Lars and the young blonde girl were still going at it hot and heavy even though Lars, the poor dear, was really handicapped being tied down that way and couldn't get much thrust behind his cock. She looked affectionately at her husband's sweating face ... The beautiful Viking bastard being trussed up hand and foot and not knowing whether his balls were going to be cut off the next minute or not didn't stop lusty old Lars. Unh-unh.
Nancy caught herself smiling sympathetically at him even though his eyes were screwed shut and she could have been on the moon for all he knew. For the first time in her life she understood his sensuality and dammit! she was really proud of him ... proud that he had the courage to go ahead and do what he wanted to even under these impossible circumstances. She didn't even feel the slightest twinge of jealousy any more that he was making love with another girl ... She just wished she could help him to reach his orgasm somehow so that he could feel the wonderful drowsy satiation she was feeling. It was as if her own overwhelming climax had cleansed her of all her unhealthy hang-ups in one fell blow and opened up the world of uninhibited sex to her for the first time. She remembered, and admitted to herself now, how wonderful K.C.'s tongue had felt on her clitoris, the delicious swooning feeling she had had, and God she could kick herself for having deprived herself of that pleasure for a whole year. Lars had been right, all along the line, and she had been a prudish fool. She would suck his cock all he wanted to now because God if it felt anything like having her clit sucked...! And she was sure it did, from the way Turk had moaned and groaned from even her amateurish efforts. She looked down at the swarthy-skinned boy with more pity than contempt for him in her heart. She no longer felt any anger at him for what he had made her do, or disgust ... She just felt sorry for him. He was twisted and warped, probably by his upbringing, and would never understand that instead of defiling her he had really done her the greatest favor in the world. In spite of himself he had saved her marriage. She was certain that now with her newfound sensuality she could make Lars happy.
Remembering how Turk and K.C. had both groaned and begun to cum when she squeezed their balls, Nancy almost hesitantly reached over between her husband's legs and cupped his churning testicles gently in her hand. Then on sudden inspiration she slid the fingers of the other hand between the blonde girl's gyrating buttocks, feeling tentatively for her anus. Kate jerked her head around in startled amazement when she felt fingers probing her nether crease and when she saw whose fingers they were she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Lars' wife! The red-haired woman wanted to help her cum and somehow she had known exactly what to do..
"Yesssssss!" Kate hissed, flashing a grateful smile at Nancy. "Stick your fingers up my ass. Oooooooohhhhhh!" she gasped as the first one slid up inside her rectum and the sharp fingernail dug slightly into the sensitive flesh. "Yesss, that's goooooooood!" She began to squirm her cunt more and more frantically back and forth on Lars' up-thrusting cock as the added stimulus of the second penetration started to tilt her over the edge of her climax.
For about the sixth time that night Lars thought he was having hallucinations but for chrissake this one was the farthest out of them all. It just couldn't be possible! His wife who had never even so much as touched his balls before except by accident was now kneading and massaging them with the greatest of expertise and sticking her fingers up the ass of the girl he was fucking. It blew his mind!
"Kaaaaaaaaaaate!" he groaned, as Nancy continued her lewd manipulations. "Fuck harrrder, baby, fuck harrrrrdddderr, I'm therrrrrrrrrre!" He bucked his loins convulsively upward, lunging in the titanic effort to shoot his fifth orgasm of the night up into the young girl's straddling cunt.
"Tuuurk!" Watch out!" Vara shrieked just as Kate began to sob and moan with her orgasm. "He's loose!"
Even before Lars realized that in the paroxysm of his climax he had wrenched one of his wrists free from the wires, Turk had hurtled off the bed and taken the knife from Vara.
"Thanks, baby," he grunted to the dark-haired girl, balancing on the balls of his feet as light as a cat. "Okay, folks, the party's over. Get off that sonuvabitch, Kate!"
Lars pushed himself up on his elbow to a half-sitting position, frantically working the numbed fingers of his free hand to restore circulation. The heavy muscles of his shoulders bulged as he strained against the other wires.
"Lie back down, buster," Turk sneered menacingly, gesturing with the knife. "You ain't going nowhere yet. Nancy here has another chore to do before we let you go. That was just practice. Now she's got to do the same for old man Gibson."
"I say no," K.C. interrupted flatly. "Let's forget Gibson. She's done enough."
"K.C.'s right, Turk," Kate chimed in. "They're nice people. We ought'a let 'em go."
"Nice people!" Turk snorted. "Okay, we'll put it to a vote. Vara, does she have to suck the dirty old man?"
"Yes!" Vara snapped viciously.
"Two for the two against," Turk said softly, measuring K.C. with his eyes. "And this knife says yes, too, big boy. You wanna argue?"
"Yeah, man, yeah, I'll argue," K.C. drawled. "I've had enough of your heavy shit, man. I think I'll shove that knife up your ass where it belongs. Watch Vara, Kate!" He ripped a piece of sheet off the bed, wrapped it round his left hand and advanced cautiously toward Turk who watched him come with glittering eyes like a snake poised to strike.
"DROP THAT KNIFE!" A harsh rasping voice cracked out like a pistol shot from the doorway where old Mr. Gibson was standing with his shotgun pointed unwaveringly at Turk's stomach.
"There's two barrels here, sonny," the lodge owner threatened. "They'd have to scrape what's left of you off the wall. So, DROP THAT KNIFE!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ned and Sheila Clark had been quarreling all the way from Berkeley to San Francisco and now as they parked their car and walked toward the apartment building where Lars and Nancy Hartnett lived, the quarrel was coming to a head.
"I still say you didn't have to accept the invitation," Ned Clark harped irritably. "You know how stuffy and boring they are. You know what a drag it is to go there."
"Oh, since when!" his attractive dark-haired wife exploded suddenly, stopping dead in her tracks. "Since when is Nancy Hartnett a drag for you, Ned Clark! Since you finally got it through your thick skull you were never going to get anywhere with her maybe?"
"Come on, Sheila," Ned growled in an angry undertone, pushing her by the arm as heads began to turn in their direction. "Don't make a scene in the middle of the goddamn street."
"I will make a scene in the middle of the goddamn street!" Sheila retorted vehemently, tears springing to her eyes. "Do you think I'm a fool! Do you think I haven't known right from the beginning how ... how hot Nancy makes you? You're always twice as passionate with me after you've been near her!"
"Okay!" Ned snapped, his lean face hardening. "But that cuts two ways. Don't think I haven't noticed the same change in you. Lars turns you on. You're just itching to go to bed with him. Admit it!"
"All right, I admit it," Sheila said in a quieter voice, taking her husband's arm again. "I'm glad it's finally out in the open. I love you, Ned. I wouldn't change you for any man in the world. But I am attracted to other men ... the same as you're attracted to other women. And I don't see anything wrong with that. What's wrong is cheating and hiding things and lying to each other. That's what destroys marriages. If both of us could just go ahead once in a while and make love with somebody else without any sense of shame or deceit, our own sex life would be even better than it is."
"I agree with you, honey," Ned concurred after a moment's thought, pulling his wife tighter against him as they strolled along. "You're absolutely right all down the line. But goddammit," he added jokingly, "it ain't fair. I know you can have Lars any time you want but I can't have Nancy."
"You mean you've already tried, you bastard?" Sheila smiled affectionately up at him. "I thought I heard something funny out in that little hallway one night not long ago."
"Yeah," Ned admitted ruefully. "I must have been out of my mind. I don't think she even makes it with Lars. That's probably why the poor bastard puts away so much booze."
"Of course it is," his wife agreed. "And that's why the poor man aroused my charitable instincts. But seriously, Ned, I can do without Lars. I don't want anything that you can't share and there must be hundreds of other couples right around here in exactly our situation. The Larrabees, for example. Ruth Larrabee is every bit as attractive as Nancy and Tom has that old gleam in his eye when he looks at me. We could always sound them out. What do you say?"
"Good idea!" Ned exclaimed as they turned into the Hartnett's apartment building. "But promise me one thing. No more exchanges of these dumb dinner parties with Nancy and Lars, okay? They're just too goddamn frustrating."
"Okay, it's a promise," Sheila winked at him. "Tonight you talk shop with Lars as per usual and I talk books with Nancy as per usual. Then we look for greener pastures."
* * *
Whatever it was, the weird concoction the young hippie couple had prepared for dinner was remarkably good, Ned was thinking as he expertly captured the last few grains of rice on his plate with his chopsticks. He drained the chilled rose wine from his glass and looked around him with an extraordinary sense of well-being. They were all seated on thin cushions on the floor, Japanese-style, around a low oval table ... Nancy to his left, the bearded kid K.C. to her left, then Sheila, Lars and the luscious young blonde Kate. So to his utmost surprise and total bewilderment Ned found himself sitting between two of the most gorgeous pairs of tits he had ever seen in his life ... and he meant seen! Because neither Kate nor Nancy was wearing a brassiere under their sheer see-through blouses. When Nancy had opened the door and he'd seen those pert nipples pouting up at him practically naked, for a moment he'd thought he must have rung the wrong bell. That was the way it had been all evening, one surprise after another. Something was very definitely going on but what the hell it was he couldn't figure and for some reason he was in no hurry to find out. He had the dreamy sensation of having all the time in the world.
"Oh, I just go down to the market and dig the vibes," K.C. was saying in reply to Sheila's question about the ingredients of the dish they had just finished. "Anything feels good to me, into the pot it goes. Then I flavor it with, like, you know, whatever's handy." He winked at Lars and Lars smiled back.
There was obviously some kind of understanding between them, Ned reflected foggily to himself, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. All he knew for sure was that they had met up on Creely Lake and that the kids would be staying with Lars and Nancy until they got jobs and a place of their own. Then they were both going to finish high school and
K.C. even hoped to go on to college. He had decided, as he put it, to work inside the system, man, change it from the inside instead of trying to tear it down from the outside...
"Have a cookie ... Ned," the sweet little number to his right offered hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure she should be using his first name. He took a small brown cookie from the plate and popped it automatically into his mouth, noticing as he did so that somehow his left hand had come to rest on Nancy's bare knee. He jerked it away and glanced furtively across the table to see if Lars had noticed. He hadn't. In fact, his hand was on Sheila's knee.
"Kate, let's go out for a walk, whaddaya say, babe!" K.C. exclaimed, jumping to his feet and striding toward the door. "We'll see you folks later. And don't eat too many of them cookies."
"What's in these cookies anyhow?" Sheila asked when the young couple had gone out.
"Oh, probably a little hashish," Nancy replied off handedly. "K.C.--likes to put a little hash in almost everything he cooks."
"Huh?" Ned's mouth dropped open and crumbs from the cookie he was eating spewed out onto the table. Suddenly they were all laughing at him, the three of them, Nancy, Lars and Sheila, shrieking with laughter and rolling helplessly on the floor, pointing at him as he sat there wondering what the hell was so funny. Then somewhere deep down inside him a chuckle started, his lean face split in a broad grin and before he knew it he was roaring along with them, letting go like he hadn't been able to do since he was a kid, laughing so hard it really hurt and fell weakly back on the floor beside Nancy.
Suddenly nothing was funny any more.
Her body leapt against his the way a nail springs to the charged poles of a magnet and their mouths were glued together in a long exploratory kiss as their tongues licked and tasted each other's juices. Finally he drew away and read the urgent invitation in her clear gray-green eyes.
"Just like that?" he asked uncertainly. "Right here?"
"We could go to the bedroom," Nancy murmured. "If you want to..."
Ned glanced quickly across the cluttered table. Lars' blonde head was already buried between Sheila's out-splayed thighs.
"It doesn't matter," he muttered thickly.
"No," Nancy agreed dreamily. "Put it in my hand again, Ned. "Put your big fiery hard cock in my hand again. I've thought about it so much..."
