As the world-wide movement for the liberation of women from their traditional role of housewife and mother gathers support from both sexes all over the globe, the subtler problems of the sexual "role" change are becoming more apparent. In the first flush of revolutionary enthusiasm, the women demanded equal pay, assistance with the drudgery of household chores and child-raising, and a fair voice in the management of their own lives.
Intellectuals and open-minded people from all parts of society applauded and openly supported their aims, seeing nothing more drastic in them than the just and proper repair of a tragically unequal social system that had been lingering with us since biblical times. It is only now, when many women have quietly taken up the burden of complete responsibility for their own lives and actions, that the genuine results can begin to be seen.
It is clear now that the cultural shock will be traumatic. For many years and for many people tragedies and tribulations will be wrought as the sexes learn to live together as human beings, not of different sexes, but of the same species as each other with similarities that by far outweigh their superficial differences.
Camping Trip is the lustily chronicled story of Monica Scott, a woman who has come early to her crisis of identity. An extremely attractive newspaper reporter, Monica has left her job and her five-year affair with a married man, realizing finally that there is no future for her with either of them. Determined to become independent and successful, she travels to a wilderness hunting lodge for an off-beat story and there she meets Guy Russell and his fourteen year old son Dan, the men who will change her life.
Mr. Van Marcus has produced an important new novel that we, the publishers, are delighted to add to our collection of titles. Camping Trip is a powerful story, graphically related, with no detail spared. We heartily recommend it to all men and women who feel they are ready to see the very possible results of the female liberation movement today.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
In the green, leaf-tinted twilight that was all that remained of the day, Monica Scott drove her small car along the narrow dirt road. The sky above her was lavender, darkening by the moment, and the deep woods on either side of the road seemed to be growing denser as the darkness thickened. Frowning, she reached below the dashboard to switch on the high beams of her headlights, then sighed with relief as a small wooden sign reading "Black Trout Lake" came into view a few hundred yards ahead. After three days of driving from New York City, she was almost at her destination, and right on schedule.
The shapely, auburn-haired woman sighed again as she felt a wave of weariness wash over her body. It had been a long trip and, for all she knew, it might be hours before she could locate the Russells' hunting lodge. Nevertheless, she was going to drive until she found it. She badly needed a hot bath and a nice warm bed. Then, tomorrow, she would get to work on the article that was going to kick off her new career as a freelance writer.
So good-bye to Frank and his newspaper and his precious wife, she thought grimly as she pressed down a little more firmly on the gas pedal. That was all behind her now. She was about to make a new life for herself, a new life that didn't include arguing with a city editor about which page of the newspaper would carry her latest story, and it certainly did not include sleeping with that same handsome city editor for another five years while he tried to find the nerve to leave his unsympathetic wife and ungrateful children.
Good-bye Frank, she mused again, more wistfully this time as she remembered the thrilling and satisfying nights of love-making they had shared over the five years of their love affair. She had been only twenty-seven when she'd first met him, and Monica could easily recall exactly how she had felt about him then, her face blushing hotly and her whole body trembling with excitement each time he'd come into a room where she was. She had been a hard worker in college and in the newspaper after that, completely ignoring the men who asked her out for dates because she was just too busy furthering her career. Then Frank had come along, tall and blond and sophisticated, taking the place of a city editor who had retired, and Monica had tumbled into love like a schoolgirl with a crush on a good-looking teacher.
Only now, looking back with the wisdom of hindsight, could she wryly see how silly she had been to fling herself at this smooth-talking character and then to believe his endless promises to leave the wife "who didn't understand him". How innocent she had been! And how stupid it had taken her five years to figure out that Frank liked things just the way they were, a devoted wife at home and a beautiful young mistress stashed away in an apartment on the other side of town, her freezer stuffed with his favorite foods and her life empty except for the odd times he could arrange to spend an evening with her.
Monica could feel her blood pressure rising and she deliberately lightened her foot pressure on the. gas pedal as she realized she was driving much too fast through the curving woodland road. She certainly did not want to get into an accident, not now that she had finally shaken free of that...that leech who had been sucking the blood out of her life for so many years. She was a free woman now and she was going to carve out a new life for herself, a life where she depended on no man! It had been almost a week now since she had handed in her notice at the newspaper, handed it to Frank with a sad smile that had said more than she could ever say in words about the futility of their affair.
Now that the pain of separation had dulled a bit, she was looking forward to writing her first freelance article. She had already phoned an old college classmate who was now heading a national sports magazine and he had shown plenty of interest in her idea of writing a hunting article from a woman's point of view. She would stay a few days here in Black Trout Lake, write her story, sell it, and then go on to write others about fishing, motorcycle racing, everything men liked to do. She was going to make herself a success in a man's world with no help from Frank or any other man! She'd show him! She would!
Her vision was blurred by angry tears but she slammed on the brakes as the headlights flashed across a crude wooden sign. She could not stop in time, but she backed up until she could read the block letters that had been burnt into a smooth side of a split log. It said "Russell's Hunting and Fishing Lodge 500 Yards."
This was the place, the first stop on her journey to success! Blinking back the tears that still burned in her eyes, she drove ahead and pulled into a broad clearing that was dimly illuminated by the yellow light pouring from the windows of a large cabin.
"Hi, Miss Scott, you're right on time," a big deep voice boomed from someplace in the surrounding blackness, and Monica suddenly found herself squinting into the beam of a high-powered flashlight.
"Well, more or less," the pretty, auburn-haired woman said with a little laugh to hide her fright at the man's sudden appearance. Blinking against the light, she nervously brushed a coppery strand of hair away from her eyes and tried to see the face of the man who held the flashlight. "You're Guy Russell, I take it? I'm sorry I didn't make it in time to see the lodge by daylight when I arrived."
"Yeah, well you can see it tomorrow and write that you saw it tonight. It won't make any difference to those ladies that are going to read the damned thing," he said with a sneer in his voice. Monica heard the latch click as he reached down to open the car door. "Come on," he went on. "I'll show you the cabin and then we'll eat. I've been waiting supper for you."
The door beside her swung open, but Monica did not move. She stared defiantly into the light glaring into her eyes, then spoke, pronouncing her words carefully so he would not miss one. "Mr. Russell, I don't know why I'm bothering to explain this to you, but for your information, this article is going into Sports Worldwide. It will be read by men, and it will be good advertisement for your lodge here. It might even make some of them decide to bring their wives along the next time they come, which will mean more money for you. Am I making myself clear, Mr. Russell, or shall I go find my story elsewhere?"
"Why, excuse me, ma'am," the voice drawled with elaborate courtesy. "I didn't realize we were going to be celebrities. Would you like to see your cabin now...Miss Scott, ma'am?"
"Thank you, yes," Monica said frigidly as she swung her long legs out of the car. She stood and then leaned over the back seat to pull out the heavy suitcase that held her clothes and writing supplies.
"Need any help, ma'am?" the cocky voice inquired from behind her.
"I can handle it," she snapped, then blushed as she realized that the beam of the flashlight had not moved an inch and was now trained on her firmly molded buttocks and thighs beneath her short traveling dress as she struggled with the suitcase. Suddenly infuriated, she wrenched the bag out of the backseat and dragged it out of the car to face Guy Russell, her green eyes flashing angrily. For the first time she could see his face and the sight of his white teeth flashing in a broad grin only antagonized her further. "Mr. Russell! If you don't mind, I'd like to see my cabin!"
"Anything you say," he chuckled and turned to lead the way up the side of a nearby hillock. Monica followed, trying not to pant as she teetered under the weight of her over-sized suitcase.
"Here it is, Miss Scott. It isn't heaven but it's home."
Monica silently followed him into a doorway and watched as he struck a match to light an old kerosene lamp. The lamp sputtered and flared for a moment, throwing a dim yellow light across the one room that was apparently the entire cabin. In the dusky illumination, she could barely make out a neatly made bed, a threadbare easy chair, a wooden table and two chairs and, beside the fireplace, a little Coleman stove with one burner. In the corner of the room, a faded flowered curtain screened what she thought must be the bathroom area. Monjca's wide green eyes went over the room again, as though she could not believe what she had seen the first time, and then she whirled to face the big, dark-haired man who lounged against the doorway.
"If this is your idea of a joke, Mr. Russell, it's not funny," she said, her fine-boned face flushed with anger. 'This...this is a hovel. Now would you please show me my room? I'd like to unpack!"
"Well, go ahead and unpack, ma'am," he drawled, his lips spreading in a wide smile of amusement. "This here is our honeymoon cottage. We've got a smaller one across the clearing if you want, but the bed isn't made."
Monica stared at him in astonishment, her lips opening and closing as she tried to think of a proper retort, but suddenly she realized that her expectations about the hunting lodge had probably been out of line. After all, it was many miles from the last town she had seen and, in fact, many miles from the last electric street light. Perhaps she was treating this man unfairly, she mused with a little start of regret. Maybe this was the best he had and he resented her belittling treatment. Abruptly sorry, she stopped frowning and smiled warmly up at him.
'Thanks. This is fine, Mr. Russell. Do you mind if I take a shower before we eat? I'd better light a fire too. It's getting cool this time of year."
"Yeah, it's always cool in October," he agreed noncommittally, his dark eyes not softening in the face of her smile. "There's water in the shower if you want to use it. While you're in there, I'll make a fire out here."
Monica frowned, then shrugged. It seemed to get her nowhere to try to talk with this man. Turning away from him, she opened her bag, pulled out a robe and towel and went back to the curtained corner in the back of the cabin.
CHAPTER TWO
The tall, voluptuously built writer pulled the cord on the portable shower set up in the corner of the cabin and gritted her teeth as an icy rush of water spilled over her naked skin. Goosebumps rippled over her cream-white flesh and she felt her knees begin to tremble with the cold, but she kept the cord taut in her one hand as she hurriedly soaped herself with the other. Beyond the curtain, she could hear the crackling of the fire and she took some consolation in the knowledge that she would be able to warm up as soon as she finished her shower. She hadn't bargained for hardship like this when she started planning this story, but, if this was the way men lived when they went hunting well, she could do anything they could!
Her upper body soaped, she absent-mindedly watched the water running down the sloping floor to a hole cut in the wall as she lathered her auburn pubic triangle, scrubbing lightly over the sensitive region between her legs. Then, bracing herself for the icy shock, she spread her legs and let the water flow down between them to wash away the suds. The sensation was more than she expected, so sharp that it was almost exciting, and she moaned softly under her breath as she rubbed her fingers over her silky pubic mound down to rinse off the last of the soap. For a moment, she was tempted to linger a little longer under the cold stream of water, to fondle herself until she reached an orgasm, but her teeth began to chatter and she reluctantly let go of the cord.
She briskly toweled herself dry, trying to ignore the tingling heat that was suddenly burning between her legs. It had been a long time, almost two weeks, since her last love-making session with Frank...and it had been much longer than that since she'd had an orgasm. In the last few months, Frank had been more and more selfish, taking her quickly and inconsiderately, just using her to achieve an orgasm for himself before he went home to his wife. It was this uncaring treatment on his part that had finally awakened her to the brutal reality of their affair. Too often she had felt exactly as she was feeling now, warm and hungry for a man to love, with nowhere to turn except to the lonely solace of her own fingers.
Nevertheless, she had no time for that now, she firmly reminded herself as she slipped into her pale green wool robe and tightened the belt around her waist. Guy Russell was probably busy preparing their dinner right now and she did not want to antagonize him further by making him wait for her appearance. She would just stop a moment by the fire to warm up a little, then dress and go over to the main cabin to eat.
Hanging her towel on a bent nail beside the washstand, she pushed the curtain back and hurried across the room to where the fire was now blazing merrily in the big stone fireplace. It was not until she was halfway across the chilly floor that she noticed two long dungareed legs protruding out from the front of the easy chair that had been drawn up to face the flaming hearth. She faltered in her steps, pulling her robe more securely around her damply shivering body, and stared uncertainly at the heavy-booted feet that were casually propped up on the rim of the fireplace.
The lovely woman had been living in the city for many years and now she suddenly felt a burning constriction in her throat as she realized how alone she was out here in the woods. In New York City, it was almost expected that sooner or later a man would come into your apartment to rob or rape you, but here...who would hear her if she screamed? But, then, just as quickly, she got a firmer rein on her emotions. She was an independent freelance writer now, doing a story at the hunting lodge which her friend, the editor of the sporting magazine, had suggested. She was going to have to learn how to take care of herself!
"What are you doing here?" she heard her own cool voice ring out in the barren cabin with a sureness she hardly felt. "What do you want?"
She saw the long legs bend as the man gained a firmer purchase to stand up from the chair and then suddenly she was staring into the eyes of Guy Russell.
"Why, ma'am, I was just making sure the fire took," the big, dark-haired man said softly. "You wanted a fire, remember?"
"Yes, I guess that's right, I did," Monica nodded, blushing as she realized how silly she had been to panic when she noticed his presence in her cabin. She smiled hesitantly at him, suddenly uncertain about the immediate dis-like she had taken to the man when she arrived. He was being nice to her now, not rude or condescending as he had been before, and for the first time, she looked really looked at the man who owned the hunting lodge.
Guy Russell was tall and handsome in a coarse rugged sort of way, with brown eyes set deep under heavy dark eyebrows, and a wide thin mouth that wore a smile now instead of the sneer she remembered seeing when they had walked into the cabin. His body was hard and wedge-shaped, broad shoulders tapering down into narrow hips and powerful legs with muscles that bulged against the worn fabric of his blue jeans.
Her gaze traveled upward to his face again and suddenly Monica felt a little chill pass over her. There was something about this man that disturbed her. The expression in his eyes did not match the friendly smile on his mouth. There was something in his stare, some cool glint that showed through the warm brown color, making her feel unsafe.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed now," she said slowly, fighting down the purely instinctive impulse to back away from him.
"Yeah, I ought to get supper started," the man nodded slowly, his dark eyes staring intently into her green ones. "By the way, what made you decide to write a hunting article? Why didn't you write something about the city?"
Monica looked at him in surprise, her mind searching for an answer. "I guess I just wanted to do something a little different," she finally shrugged, impatient now to have him out of her room. "Maybe I wanted to see why men enjoy it as much as they do. I don't know."
"Well, I got my own idea about why you came," he said, grinning wolfishly as he walked around the easy chair closer to where she stood, still clutching her robe around her body. "You were pretty damned ornery when you drove in here tonight.. . " He stopped and folded his arms, leering at her as though he expected her to follow his train of thought to its logical conclusion.
"Perhaps I was," she answered defensively. "It was a long trip, you know."
The big man's grin grew wider until Monica could see his canine teeth glinting in the flickering light of the fire. "That maybe so, but I'm figuring that your orneriness goes back further than that," he said slowly, his voice giving weight to each word. "I'm thinking that maybe you came out here to Black Trout Lake looking for a real man. Out here in the woods, we have to work hard to survive. Makes a man tough. Makes him a man! Could be you haven't been getting what you need from those fish-bellies you been seeing back in New York."
It took a moment for the attractive woman to digest what he had just said...to believe that he would actually think such a thing! As she went back over his words in her mind, she realized that there had been no mistake in her first impression of this man. He was a brute and he was dangerous!
"Mr. Russell, I think you misunderstand me," the startled redhead said icily as she glared back into his lazy insolent grin. "I came here to do a job. You guide hunters. I write. That's how we make our livings. Now, if you will please get out of here, I'll put my clothes on!"
He looked at her speculatively for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. "Nope, you haven't been laid right for some time now. It wouldn't do either of us any harm to rip off a quick piece, now would it?"
Monica stared at him, aghast. "You...you're absolutely crazy," she finally managed to gasp. "My sex life is none of your business...and I certainly doubt you could do anything to improve it!"
"Tough little lady, aren't you?" he sneered. "Bet you get laid regular, too, but it hasn't been doing anything for you, has it? Not with that sour face you have!"
Her temper snapped. "Get out of here you!" Monica cried, rushing at him to push him out the door. The arrogance and, worse, the painful truth of his words had stripped away her last bit of self-control. She gripped his heavily muscled arm and began dragging him toward the entrance of the cabin. "You don't know what you're talking about! Leave me alone! Get out!"
Guy Russell allowed himself to be tugged a few feet toward the doorway and then with a loud cocky laugh, he twisted and picked up the slender woman. She screamed and struggled but he only snickered lewdly as he carried her back toward the bed at the far wall of the room. She was crying openly in fear and humiliation by the time he dropped her unceremoniously on the mattress, but she could hear his heavy breathing as he leaned over to brush his fingertips gently over her hotly flushed cheek.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She pressed herself violently back down into the mattress. "I'm not like that! You can't just attack me like this!"
He did not remove his hand, but continued moving it down over the smoothness of her neck until it rested beneath her chin, just above the crossed front of her woolen robe. "Lady, I know better," he grinned down at her. "I've never seen a woman needing to be fucked the way you are!"
Monica reached to pull his hand away from the front of her robe, but he was stronger than she. She raised her hand to attack his face, but his other hand flashed out and the iron grip of his fingers twisted her wrist back onto the bed. At the same time he began moving his other hand down over the cream-smooth skin of her neckline toward the full fleshy mounds of her breasts. She stared up at him in horror, her heart beating so rapidly that she thought it would burst out of her chest.
"You look like a lump of fresh dough in this old housecoat," the lodge owner drawled insultingly as he sat down beside her on the bed. "But I remember how you looked in that little bitty dress when you drove in. Those damned bloodless city men just don't know when they got a good thing."
The pretty copper-haired writer stared up at him in agonized disbelief. He was a maniac!
She wanted to scream but she knew it would be useless. She had driven through miles of woodland without a soul around before arriving at the lakeside lodge. She was afraid if she struggled anymore, it would only irritate him and provoke him to do something which might be even more humiliating to her though God knew what that could be. For a moment, she was almost tempted to laugh at the irony of the situation. After years of living without harm in the most crime-ridden city in the world, here she was being assaulted by a sex-crazed woodsman out in the wilds of Wisconsin. None of her girl friends at home would ever believe it, and Frank why, poor selfish Frank would probably be jealous!
She knew she should gather her thoughts to find some way of escape, but it was practically impossible as he began to brush his fingertips over the smooth up-thrusting curves of her breasts so that she could feel his fingers pressing teasingly against her tingling hard nipples through her robe.
"W-Wait, listen, Mr. Russell, can't we talk about this?" she gasped frantically. "You don't understand. I don't want you to do this to me!"
"Why, honey?" he whispered hoarsely, not removing his fingers from her ripely rounded breasts. "You want it bad, whether you say it or not."
She saw him begin to push open the front of her robe and again she raised her hand, only to have it slapped away again, violently. She was helpless to do anything but watch as he bared her cream-white, satin-skinned breasts and began to pinch gently at her pale pink nipples, rolling them between his fingertips until the areolas crinkled in perverse excitement from his touch. A wave of panic swept through her as he leaned down and locked his lips harshly over hers.
God, what was she going to do? She wanted to get up, to get into her car and drive right out of this place before she went as crazy as he was. But there was no way! She was overpowered, pinned to the mattress under the superior weight of his body. What was worse, she was beginning to enjoy it, her body responding against her will to the attention she had been needing for so long!
"Mr. Russell, you shouldn't...please stop!" she moaned up into his open lips, praying that he would cease his unwanted attack on her body, yet almost fearing he might. It was horrible and yet it had been so long since Frank had taken even this much time with her.
"You like it, don't you!" he gloated, pressing his lips into the glossiness of her dark red hair.
"N-no...no!" she sobbed in desperation, "Bullshit!"
With that single expletive, he sat up and stared down at her in disgust, his eyes hardening at her continuing resistance.
"Now, are you trying to tell me you're not enjoying this, lady?"
Monica gulped painfully and looked down at his jeans, seeing an obvious protuberant bulge behind the zipper. His erection had pushed the blue denim up so that it looked as though the stiffness of his lust-thickened penis would burst right through the faded material. It was obscene, but God, it looked huge! She was not yet excited, but she could feel that his unasked-for stimulation of her body was changing her reaction to things. She no longer felt capable of resisting him violently, and she knew that persuasion would get her nowhere. The sight of the fleshy swelling in his trousers made her feel all the more helpless and confused. As his hand moved down farther, spreading open her robe until he was caressing the softly flaring swell of her hip, she felt strange crazy fluttering begin deep in her stomach. It intensified as she felt his hand wedge itself down below her ass-cheeks to firmly massage the yielding full-fleshed, moons of her buttocks. Her head ached slightly and her throat became bone dry.
"Stop that. Oh, please, don't touch me like that," she pleaded, trying futilely to twist out of his iron-like grasp.
For a moment, she thought the big dark man had finally come to his senses. He removed his hand from her straining buttocks, but this motion was only the beginning of something else. She cringed as a depraved, almost satanic look flashed through his brown eyes.
"Honey, I'm just going to have to fuck you. No doubt about it!"
And then his hand was on the tie belt of her robe, ripping the loose knot apart so that he could spread the entire garment away from her lushly trembling nakedness. She felt his rough hands clamp down over her heaving, silken-fleshed breasts and then suddenly all his weight was on top of her. She cried out, but her groans were muffled by the pressure of his wetly parted lips against her mouth.
Her sensually awakening body stiffened as she felt his hand glide down over her naked belly and come to rest at the hair-dappled mound of her pussy. His fingers were slowly insinuating themselves down into the crevice between her tightly clenched thighs. This couldn't be happening to her! She couldn't be sprawled here in a primitive cabin letting an utter stranger caress her defenseless nakedness, the most sensual private parts up between her thighs...
"Aaaaaahhhh...." she moaned in unwilling pleasure as she felt the first exquisite contact of his probing fingers against the moistly hungering dampness of her helpless vagina. Without conscious thought, Monica relaxed her thighs as her hair-covered pubic "vee" rose of its own volition to meet the gently cupping hand that so knowledgeably caressed the hotly pulsing area up between her thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, only half in protest, as Guy Russell began to use his outstretched middle finger to probe the warm wet recesses of her throbbing cunt, searching and nudging, dipping and swirling into her passionately responding depths. It was heaven! It was pure delight but it was so degrading to be used like this! She shouldn't be allowing it! This man was a disgusting brute...
"Oooooooh, God," she moaned up into the wetness of his mouth. It was almost too late for her. She had to collect her senses and put a stop to this humiliating act before she compromised herself, shattered her new image of herself!
"No, Mr. Russell, please, stop...it's not fair...please...!" the struggling redhead beseeched, trying to reach down and push his tantalizingly maneuvering hand away from the eager pulsating lips of her pussy.
"Now, honey, you know we're not going to stop," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Why should we? You love it and it'll do you a world of good. Anyway, it's too late now...you're all hot and worked up. I can feel your pussy sucking at my finger like it's been dying of starvation." As he made the last statement, he grinned and began to roll the throbbing hardness of her rigidly distended clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
Monica felt tears springing to her eyes, even as her nakedly curving hips began to buffet up against his pistoning finger. He was right. It was already too late to stop. Even if she could escape, she wouldn't try now. She couldn't deny herself the wickedly wonderful surges of pleasure resulting from his skillful fingering of her love-starved cunt. Her whole body was beginning to tingle with a feeling of wild wanton excitement that was incredible, un-like anything she had ever experienced before.
At his command, she lifted her desirously trembling body just enough for him to tug her robe away from her arms and shoulders and toss it away into a far corner of the cabin. All the while his fevered eyes clung to the tantalizing vision of her curvaceously sculpted body as it came into full view. She was completely naked now, her thighs lewdly splayed on the mattress, her proudly up-thrusting breasts heaving uncontrollably, her wavy auburn hair in disarray but she didn't care! Her shamelessly aroused body was completely out of her control, given over to the violent waves of rampant pleasure coursing through her, a wonderful antidote to the hungering need she had felt in the cold shower that evening.
"Jeee-zus Christ!" the dark-haired man breathed in obscene appreciation as he gazed down at her voluptuously quivering nakedness lying on the narrow bed.
Monica felt a warm glow of pride at the way he was devouring her with his eyes. The shapely redhead barely remembered how long it had been since Frank had shown any real delight in her beauty. She groaned aloud as the outdoorsman's teasingly working finger once again parted the softness of her pubic hair and found the wetly pulsating tip of her clitoris, beginning to stroke it lightly. New tremors of forbidden delight rippled through her hotly clutching cunt, and light beads of perspiration began to pearl on her forehead. Her lips were moist and her eyes half closed with building rapture as he gently rubbed and fondled the sensitive little bud, goading it to hardness, sending jolts of euphoric excitement fanning through her starving loins.
"Oh, that's good...." the increasingly abandoned redhead whispered faintly. "God, it's so good...."
The big woodsman smiled triumphantly to himself as his fingers delved into the soft depths of her hungrily twitching pussy. His dark eyes were alight with smoldering passion as he stared down at her nakedly writhing body on the bed, his mind already busily planning what he wanted her to do with him while she was staying at the lodge.
Monica trembled in anticipatory pleasure and let her long curving thighs fall open a little wider as she felt his fingertips hovering around the opening to her insistently throbbing vagina. She held her breath as they flicked and teased at the rosy petals of sensitive cuntal flesh and then her breath caught in her throat.
"Oh, ooooooh, yesssssss.. . " she gasped breathlessly as two fingers suddenly thrust deeper up into her wetly squirming vaginal passage. They began pistoning in and out wildly, almost brutally, thrilling her almost beyond endurance as her love-starved body jerked in savage response to the rhythmic fingering. Tormenting fires of sexual need seemed to be burning in every part of her body as she wantonly impaled her flaming pussy back onto the obscenely plunging fingers. Her full white breasts bobbed as she strained against his hand, her mouth half-open, mewling in ecstasy. Her whole image of herself as a competent, hard-driving career woman was completely forgotten, ignored in the immediate reality of the exquisite pleasure she was experiencing right at this moment.
She didn't care that it was a man she had never met before this night, a man she didn't even like, who was giving her such lewd sexual delight. She liked the way his fingers were jammed tightly up inside her hotly working cunt, the way his half-closed eyes were hungrily observing the frenzied naked writhing of her insanely aroused body. None of it mattered except the attainment of the orgasmic release that she knew was lurking just around the corner, the climax she was determined to enjoy to the fullest. Suddenly she felt his fingers leave the greedily clasping channel of her cunt and she cried out in agonized protest.
"Oh God, don't stop! I'm almost there!" Her voice was hoarse and scarcely recognizable as her own. She could hardly believe that she was pleading so shamelessly with this hateful stranger to continue his finger-fucking up into her anguished, cock-hungry cunt.
Guy Russell stood up from the bed and stared down at her ripely contoured voluptuousness, scarcely aware of her beseeching cries, consumed as he was by the fury of his own tumultuous passion. His painfully throbbing cock felt like a lighted stick of dynamite about to explode, and the exciting nearness of this lovely auburn-haired woman, plus the success of his lewd finger attack on her body, increasingly fanned the flames of his building lust. It had been only a few days since he had fucked one of the women in town where he bought supplies, but this snotty city bitch had him turned on as though he hadn't seen a woman in months. Leering hungrily down at her, he slowly unzipped his jeans to let his thickly swollen penis rise free of its confinement in an awesome erection, its head red and bulbous, the blue veins that mapped its length visibly pulsing.
Monica heard the whir of the zipper and her eyes flew open, her gaze centering instinctively on the big man's naked loins. The relatively inexperienced woman's eyes widened in horror as she had her first glimpse of his heavy, massively throbbing rod of flesh jutting out from his open fly. God, she had never seen anything so huge! It was enormous, at least an inch longer and incredibly thicker than Frank's penis, the only one she had ever known. She couldn't possibly take that inside of her no amount of excitement could ease the way. She shuddered in fear, feeling trapped and helpless-completely alone with this sex-crazed stranger and his monstrously exposed male member.
"Big, isn't it, honey?" he leered down at her, his fingers gripping its wide circumference. He chuckled lewdly and added, "I haven't heard one complaint from any of the ladies I fuck. We're going to fix you up right tonight."
Monica couldn't tear her eyes from the sight of it. Involuntarily, she cringed back against the wall behind the bed, her eyes glued to the thickly arching shaft that hovered in the air over her body. In a sudden burst of desperate fear, she started to scramble off the mattress, hoping to somehow escape from this incredible situation. She had one bare foot on the cold stone floor when she felt a big hand clamp powerfully around her other ankle before it could leave the mattress.
"Not so fast, honey. You're not going anywhere," he chuckled down at her as she stumbled and almost fell by the side of the bed. Another massive hand was instantly wrapped around her waist and the breath bounced out of her lungs as he tossed her easily back onto the mattress. "You might as well face it, you're going to get fucked...like you've never been fucked before. By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to be following me around here begging me to stick my cock in you again. Hell, lady, you might never want to leave Black Trout Lake!"
"Just give me the chance to get out of here," the humiliated city woman snapped up at the crude woodsman, furious as she realized that what he said about not getting away was true. Dimly, she wondered again if she should try screaming in the hope that there was someone else in this secluded place, someone who would hear her and come rushing to her rescue.
Guy Russell grinned broadly, as if reading her thoughts, and drawled, "Not a soul around here but us right now. I can't wait to hear you screaming for more."
The trembling woman had no opportunity to argue further as she watched the brawny man step out of his blue jeans and, without removing his shirt or shoes, climb up on the bed beside her, his hard, lust-bloated penis protruding menacingly from his groin. His face was drawing near to hers and, suddenly panicky, Monica tried to pull away, but it was too late. His wetly opened mouth came crashing down on her lips again, cutting off her breath with abrupt violence, and then his tongue was pressing against her teeth, forcing them to part, then flicking inside her unwilling mouth.
She could feel him crawling over her, his knees prying her trembling thighs apart, and she shuddered as she felt his heavy weight descending over her. Oh God, please no, she whimpered silently, tears coursing down her cheeks again. He reached down between her legs and she quivered as she felt the hard contact of I his fingers on her tender vaginal flesh. A sudden rush of cool air chilled her body as her moistly sensitive cuntal lips were parted and shivers rippled along the satiny firmness of her inner thighs.
Guy Russell propped himself up on one arm and stared down between their bodies to the beautiful little pussy that would be his in another moment. His strong fingers held the hair-framed cuntal lips apart and, in the flickering light of the fire, he could see the coral inner flesh surrounding the moistly pulsing opening to her cunt and the rosy point of her clitoris. His gleaming dark eyes swept along the exciting curves of her captive body, along the flat expanse of her white quaking belly up to where her ripely trembling breasts thrust lushly upward toward his leering face. Eagerly, his fingers gripped the throbbing breadth of his bulging cock and he guided it downward to her wetly cringing vaginal slit.
The hunting guide felt the helplessly struggling woman squirm her buttocks down into the mattress, vainly trying to avoid the first searing contact between the hard rubbery head of his lust-inflated cock and her wet vulnerable cuntal lips. For a long tormenting moment, he held the heavily swollen tip there, parting her sparse pubic curls and rotating it lightly over the soft folds of her velvety pussy-lips, moistening his obscenely bloated cock-head in preparation for what was to come.
Monica lay motionless beneath him, her mouth dry, her heart a painful dull thud in her rib cage. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a moment like this when she would be forced to submit her body to a man she hardly knew. She had ever dreamed that she could be driven to such depths of fear and humiliation, that such a thing could ever happen to her, and yet she was powerless to stop him. She bit back a gasp of horror as she felt the first dull pressure of his bluntly swollen cock-head against her throbbing vaginal mouth, steeling herself for the inevitable rape to come. Her body stiffened in terror and she could feel her cuntal opening contracting against the unwanted invasion.
"Oh, no, p-please," she suddenly gasped as a dull, flesh-splitting hardness began to work its way into her nakedly cringing vagina. Her hands twisted themselves into tight fists and she bit down on her lower lip as she struggled to deal with the terrible pain up between her widespread thighs.
"Oooooh, noooooo! Stop, it hurts!" she suddenly moaned as with an impatient brutal thrust the big man drove forward, embedding the bulbous rubbery head of his massively thickened cock halfway up inside her tensed cuntal passage. He held it there a moment, panting as he felt the heated throbbing of her violated pussy walls against his fleshy penile length.
"Christ, you're tight," he grunted down at her. "Who have you been fucking, a goddamned midget?" He plowed into her again.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh! Stop!" she mewled, her agonized moans echoing salaciously through the spartan room. Her long legs flailed insanely out to either side of his hips in a desperate attempt to escape while her impaled loins squirmed helplessly on the mattress as she struggled to dislodge the thickly rampaging pole of flesh. With a final bestial grunt of lust, Guy Russell pressured forward once more and, this time, sank his rigid aching cock to the hilt in her tightly stretched pussy.
"Aaaaah, God," she groaned in misery beneath him. It felt as though he were cramming his entire arm up inside her vagina, his fist driving every organ in her lower body agonizingly out of place.
The woodsman looked uncaringly down at her pain-contorted face, his own craggy features flushed with the exertion of penetrating her unwilling pussy. Delighting in the tightness of its fleshy grip around his lewdly buried member, he flexed the pulsing shaft within her. He could feel the sensitive tip of his cock nudging against her cervix as he expanded inside her hotly quivering depths.
"Oh, God, hold still! Don't move it anymore of I'll die," the humiliated redhead pleaded through clenched teeth, knowing already that it was futile to try to reason with this man. She moaned again as he began a slow teasing withdrawal, and was forced to gasp as her spasmodically clasping inner recesses seemed to be clinging to the painfully moving cock. His withdrawal seemed to ease the dull ache of his penetration a little, but then with a lewd chuckle he lunged forward again into her wetly pulsating womb. The force of his thrust flattened her nakedly thrashing buttocks down into the softness of the bed as he rammed savagely up into the depths of her belly.
Instinctively, she knew she would never be the same after this. She felt soiled, ruined, an open book from now on to this man who was so coldly and methodically plundering her body and her self-respect.
"S-stop, pleeeeeeeease!" she sobbed as he seared into her tortured loins. But even as she pleaded, she could feel her inner walls relaxing a little around his thickness, lubricating more moistly in time for the next cruel lunge. To her amazement, she felt the pain fading as he began to ruthlessly fuck' in and out of her slowly widening passageway. His hands reached up suddenly and clamped vise-like around her heaving breasts, squeezing the yielding ivory mounds until little red welts appeared between his grasping fingers. He pinched unmercifully at the hardened tips of her nipples while his long pistoning cock hammered into her defenselessly open pussy with the power of a huge electric drill as soft mewling sounds of surrender began to rise from her moistly parted lips.
The dark-haired man grinned lewdly and slid his hand down over the softly resilient roundness of her naked hips and buttocks, slipping his fingers down the warm valley between her ass-cheeks until he found the tiny puckered hole of her anus cradled defenselessly below her cock-filled pussy. He could feel her rectal ring soft and warm, nibbling at his finger as she began to move her hips and buttocks upward to meet each powerful thrust of his steadily pummeling cock into her awakening cunt. He pressed his finger against the tiny aperture relentlessly, until his fingertip began to penetrate the tightly clenched hole. He felt her lurch toward him, desperately straining to dislodge his invading finger.
"God, no, not that too!" Monica groaned in shamed debasement as the thickness of his finger suddenly thrust up to the second knuckle in the wrinkled brown passage. No one had ever touched her there before, and the little opening painfully resisted the unnatural intrusion.
But the leering hunter only chuckled at her protests and began to work his finger around inside her rectum, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her anus from her cock-filled cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated under-ridge of his penis sliding smoothly in and out of her body like a well-oiled piston.
The hoarse moans of pain coming from deep in her chest diminished to mewling whimpers of despair and then slowly began to change to soft sighs of pleasure as her anus gradually became accustomed to the obscene finger impalement.
Above her, Guy Russell grinned triumphantly as the copper-haired woman changed from a cringing mass of subjugated female weakness to a wild-eyed, lusting woman reaching eagerly for sexual fulfillment while he probed methodically into the warm velvety depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his finger shoved far up in her nether depths. He could see she was starting to love it and it triggered more mental plans for the next few days of her stay. A woman at the lodge was a real novelty, and he was going to take advantage of her in every way he could think of!
Moistening another finger in Monica's free-flowing cunt juices, he quickly shoved it in beside the first, widening even more her tightly clenching rectal passage.
"Oh, please noooo! Nooooooo!" she moaned in startled protest as she tried to jerk away, her buttocks rising several inches off the bed in her effort to escape the thicker intrusion of her virginal anus. But with perfect timing, the big lodge owner tensed his buttocks and rammed his pelvis down, driving his turgid cock up into her sensuously gripping cunt as far as it would go.
As Monica pulled back to keep the battering, lust-swollen cock from ripping past her cervix, she unintentionally impaled herself even deeper on the two up-probing fingers in her anus. She groaned in surprise as she realized that the pain she had expected was mixed with a strange kind of pleasure. Within moments, she was bucking uncontrollably beneath him, twisting and squealing at the dual ravishment of her doubly violated loins, her head flailing from side to side as her body became one electric mass of tingling sensation half pain, half incredible soaring pleasure.
The wet sluicing sound of his hard-driving penis fucking mercilessly up into the heated velvet channel of her vagina was etched indelibly on her brain, lulling her with its sensuous pagan rhythm. She knew that she was being raped, savagely attacked by a man whose only hold on her was his superior physical strength, and for a moment she wished she had never tried to change her life, never left Frank, never quit her job at the newspaper. She wondered what Frank would think if he could see her now, being fucked half to death in a log cabin deep in the Wisconsin woods. Would he be sorry for the way he had taken her for granted? Did it really matter anymore? Did anything matter but the wonderful tireless shafts of penis and finger pummeling ruthlessly up into her loins, front and back?
No! No! her impassioned brain shrieked crazily in one last desperate attempt to regain control. But her body was already beyond redemption. It was beginning to enjoy the savage attack, no matter how she might try to resist it with her mind. Angry shame colored her face in a deep blush, but it was quickly forgotten as a new lewd wave of intense pleasure surged through her. He was fucking her now with long hard strokes that drove her relentlessly back along the mattress, plundering her eagerly responding pussy with his rock-hard cock while his fingers teased mercilessly at the tiny stretched hole behind, giving her no respite from the ecstasy beginning deep in her belly. There was no way to deny that her body had betrayed her. She was reveling in the crude but unbelievably exciting ravishment.
The double invasion of her exposed loins began to speed up, cock and fingers entering and withdrawing with the same savage rhythm. The bed squeaked beneath them, in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other and the sound of their deep straining moans filled the cabin, mingling with the noise of flesh smacking moistly against flesh. A long low groan of pleasure escaped Monica's moistly parted lips as her nakedly spread body shook in a tremendous shudder of rapture.
"Oh, yes...oh, yesssss," she mewled passionately. "I like it...I like it.. . "
"I knew you would, honey," Guy Russell grunted into her face as he pumped furiously into her open cunt, his taut buttocks hollowing and flaring with each lunge. Suddenly he tore his fingers from the tightness of her anus and reached down with both hands to grasp her by the ankles, hoisting her legs over his shoulders. Her obscenely curved body was bent almost in half as her writhing vaginal slit was opened even more to his vicious, pile-driving cock.
Their bodies slapped together in lewdly abandoned unison. Monica's ankles abruptly locked themselves around the big man's neck and her hands reached down and began clutching at his ass-cheeks as she tried to pull him even deeper up into her. "Oh God, fuck harder!" she encouraged him in heedless erotic abandon.
Her dark reddish hair was damp with sweat and her face contorted with wild animal lust.
Her green eyes were smoky and glazed over with wanton pleasure and her lips pulled back over her teeth as she chanted over and over again, "Oh fuck me...fuck me!"
All sense of reality was long gone as she smacked her shamelessly aroused cunt up against his pounding loins. All thoughts of her deserted lover and her new career evaporated under the blazing heat of her passion. Her integrity and new independence were forgotten in the mad rush toward complete fulfillment which had taken vise-like possession of her mind and body. She was possessed, all thoughts centered on only one thing: The delicious climax that was within reach.
This stranger who was so wondrously fucking her was no longer the vile rapist. He was an amazing man with a long hard cock giving her such tremendous pleasure, making her naked body respond more intensely than ever before in her life. It was sheer bliss and she didn't care about the who's and why's or the tomorrow's all that mattered was that it was happening and that she was reveling in this illicit forced love-making.
Then, suddenly, she was moaning a new strain!
"Oh Oh God, yesssss! I'm here! I'm cummmmmmming!"
Her flailing body abruptly stiffened and began to vibrate wildly, her tightly clasping cuntal muscles flexing as though trying to rip his heavily drubbing penis away from his body. She was losing her mind, her voice one long uninterrupted groan, her legs locked around his neck, her fingers clawing at his back and buttocks as her hotly convulsing vaginal lips flowered open in the most overpowering orgasm she had ever experienced. Her heaving breasts dug against his broad chest, the nipples sharp little points as her head flung back in a wild abandoned pose of pure ecstatic lust. Her whole body felt like it was floating away on the crest of warm enveloping forgetfulness when, in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard his throaty cry of release.
And then she felt the first searing jets of his sperm as it erupted from his urgently expanding cock. Grunting out his orgasm, he rammed it incredibly deeper up into her already drenched pussy, flooding the inner recesses of her starving vagina with his boiling hot cum fluids. He continued to pump his thick seething liquid into her gratefully accepting cunt until at last it was over his swollen balls were totally emptied. The naked woman felt the slow deflation of his throbbing cock as it finally lay still in her sperm-flooded pussy.
Monica was completely satiated, oblivious to everything except her own sense of flowing well-being. With a smile curving the sensuous fullness of her lips, she gazed up into the half-closed eyes of the lodge owner, Guy Russell. She had been transformed by the ecstasy of her passions into a portrait of satiated pleasure, and the heartless brutality of his assault was forgotten as the drowsing redhead reveled in the purring warmth of her cum-filled vagina.
As they both panted heavily, trying to regain their breath, she barely heard the motor noises outside the cabin until a beam of bright light speared into the lamp lit dimness, momentarily brightening the interior. It passed directly over the bed from the front window of the building, then swerved to the floor and disappeared.
Monica gasped and stiffened as she imagined that someone was peeking in the window, then relaxed a little as she heard the hum of an idling motor nearby. "What's that?" she whispered apprehensively up at the man who still lay exhausted across her body.
"Wh-what?" the big, dark-haired man muttered, suddenly roused from the light doze he had fallen into. He listened a moment, then cursed under his breath. Jumping up from the bed, he grabbed his blue jeans and hurriedly pulled them on.
"Who is it?" she demanded anxiously as she saw his obvious hurry to get out of the cabin. .
He looked at her in annoyance, then smiled a little as he saw the terrified expression on her face. "It's the kid," he explained with a shrug. "I sent him to town this afternoon just in case you and me wanted to get together tonight. He's back early, or else maybe it's later than I thought. How about some ham steaks for supper?"
Monica stared at him, astonished that he could be so humiliatingly casual about all that had just happened between them. It was almost more than she could comprehend that he had actually planned something like this when he hadn't any idea of who she was or how she would react. Suddenly unbearably depressed, she shook her head. "I...I don't think I'm hungry, Mr. Russell."
"Call me Guy," he grinned cockily down at her. He walked to the door, adding as he departed, "We'll be getting up at five-thirty tomorrow. Thought we'd shoot a few ducks."
"Fine," she agreed dully, curling up in misery on the bed as the door closed behind him.
CHAPTER THREE
A bone-chilling northern breeze came up from across the lake as Monica followed Guy around the banks of the water to the stand of cat tails that rose stiffly a few hundred feet ahead. She could hear the quiet footsteps of the lodge owner's young son, Dan, following behind her but, in the pearl-gray first light of the morning, the uncomfortable redhead was aware of nothing so much as the damp cold that seeped through her boots and all the layers of sweaters and the heavy coat she had donned this morning at Guy's command.
She felt miserable. Breakfast had been a silent strained affair, despite the youngster's obvious delight at having her with them at the camp. Humiliated and revolted by her own passionate performance during the older man's attack on her body the night before, she had barely been able to swallow her share of the ham and eggs despite the hunting guide's ominous warnings that a full stomach was the only thing that would keep her warm once they got out on the lake. To make matters worse, she had learned something at the breakfast table that made her wonder if this whole story idea was not really a waste of time.
It seemed, from what Guy and Dan had said, that women did not go hunting, not because they were not interested, but because they were clearly unwelcome at lodges such as this. The only reason she had been allowed to come here was because a group of men had canceled their reservations at the last minute and Guy had not wanted this weekend, prime time in the hunting season, to go entirely to waste.
That was what he had said. But after last night, Monica couldn't help but wonder if he simply hadn't been more interested in having some helpless female flesh conveniently close by so that he wouldn't have to leave the camp for sexual gratification during the best part of the hunting season.
The very thought had infuriated her, making her hostile and uncommunicative during breakfast and later when he had taken her outside and shown her how to operate the automatic shotgun she would use during the duck hunt. Every time he had touched her, she had wanted to turn around and slap his face, but she had restrained herself. She had already paid for her three days in the camp and she intended to get her story out of it, no matter what! No man, not even this stony-faced brute, was going to mess up her life, not ever again!
The silent trio walked single file along the lakeside path for a few more minutes and then began to circle around the marsh where the cat tails and tall punks grew. Monica felt numb with cold and, as the wind whistled through the trees around the lake, the constant shrill sound seemed to sear through her already agitated brain. She was aware of a constant dull ache in the muscle of her inner thighs, unpleasantly reminding her of her unwilling surrender to Guy Russell's irresistible lust the night before. She stared furiously at the well-built figure of the man walking ahead of her, momentarily considering throwing away the coffee-filled thermos she carried, then turning back to get into her car and leave this idiotic place. But then, once again, she got her emotions in check. She had to write this story! She had been all but promised acceptance by the editor of that magazine and she couldn't quit now.
"All right, this is it. Walk carefully in here so you don't mess anything up."
Monica's green eyes flashed balefully at his knowing grin as he held open a handful of the reeds. She stepped where he indicated, then gasped as her slender booted foot sunk ankle-deep in mud. Biting back the cry of annoyance that rose to her lips as she saw her good leather hiking boots being ruined by the brown slime, she inquired coldly. "Well, where is it?"
"Right in front of you, honey! You have to walk around it to get in," he drawled from behind her.
Frowning in mystification, Monica put her hand up to draw aside the tall stalks ahead of her, then nodded in understanding as she felt them solid to her touch. Ignoring the rude chuckling of the man behind her, she slowly worked her way through the slush around the little structure hidden in the cat tails. It had three walls, all covered with the reeds, with an open side that faced the lake, camouflaged by a thin screen of reeds growing out of the marshy edge of the lake. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the three little wooden stools inside the enclosure, then jumped as she felt Guy's hand cover the full curving moons of her buttocks through the woolen slacks she wore.
"Get in there, honey, or we're not going to be ready when those ducks start flying through."
Angrily jerking away from his touch, she stepped inside and plumped herself down on one of the stools. Guy and Dan followed her inside in quick succession, toting the shotguns and bags in which they would carry back their kills. Monica sat in her corner stool, silent and sulking, as the two men pushed wooden decoys out past the reeds into the open lake, then grabbed the thermos from her hands to take long steaming draughts of the hot coffee right from the bottle.
The pretty auburn-haired woman shook her head as they offered the open thermos back to her. Her eyes were on the gradually lighting sky and suddenly she gasped and pointed at the treetops on the left hand side of the lake.
"Look, Guy! Dan! Is that them?"
Quickly placing the coffee bottle on the slatted wood floor, the red-jacketed man peered up at the V-shaped formation of birds she had spotted. In another moment, he had the gun and was pressing it into her hands.
"Damned right, honey. Get the stock into your shoulder and get ready to shoot. I'm going to call them down!"
Pulling a wooden whistle from the pocket of his hunting jacket, Guy curled his fingers over it and lifted it to his mouth. A long series of squawking cries rose from the little hut and seemed to almost visibly catch the birds' attention. Monica watched with bated breath as they changed their path of flight, gliding gracefully down toward the lake where the decoys bobbed.
"Oh boy, here they come," the blond youngster whispered excitedly. "Quick, Miss Scott, sight down the barrel, not too close to your face. Aim a little ahead of them. That birdshot's got a spread...."
"Not yet...not yet," Guy hissed into her ear. "You've got six shots, don't waste them. Here they come...just a little closer...Now, honey, now!"
Monica felt the excitement rising in the shed and she willed her hands to be steady as she deliberately set the sights of the gun a tiny bit ahead of the first duck in the formation. Then, as she heard the tall man's urgently whispered signal, she squeezed the trigger, once, twice, again and again, the recoil driving the stock back into the cradle of her shoulder with each explosion. She was dazed by the noise and the bone-rattling jolts by the time she pressed the trigger the seventh time and heard the gun click quietly. Slowly, she lowered the shotgun from her shoulder and stared blankly at the two males beside her.
"W-Was that right? Is that it?"
They barely seemed to hear her. Young Dan was bent over and busy, opening up the bag they had brought to carry back the game and Guy had put another whistle to his lips, blowing hard though she could hear nothing.
"Where is that damned dog?" he muttered irritably when he finally put the whistle down.
Monica looked up at the sky, but the birds seemed to have disappeared and it was no surprise to her that she had not got one. The shotgun had felt like a live thing in her hands and it would not have surprised her now to learn that she had shot a hole in the thatched roof of the shack.
"I guess I'll do better next time," she shrugged to the man beside her. "Will some more come soon?"
"Better! Jesus Christ, what do you want, lady?" Guy demanded, his dark brows rising on his forehead. "Look out there on the water!"
Startled, Monica leaned out of the shed to part the bushes and then gasped as she saw three brightly plumed fowl lying in the calm surface of the lake, one of them still struggling weakly in the water. At that moment she heard a splash and a big black Labrador retriever swam past her toward the dead and dying birds. Stunned, she let go of the reeds and sat back on the stool.
"I did that?" she murmured weakly, suddenly shaken by the sight of the one injured duck beating its wings helplessly in the water.
"Sure you did, honey. Three ducks at once and a greenhorn like you!" Guy exulted beside her. His eyes grew dark with suspicion then, and he turned to her. "You haven't been fooling us about not knowing anything, have you?"
"N-No...." She shook her head. Suddenly she felt a little sick at what she had done and her eyes dropped from his gaze to the little plastic shell casing lying at her feet where the shotgun had spat them. She had shot those three unsuspecting wild birds! The brutal realization hit her like a sledgehammer and she felt queasy in her stomach. "I think I've done enough of this for right now," she managed to say as she rose from her seat. "I'm going to take a walk."
"Oh, Christ! I knew it!" Guy spat out disgustedly as the dripping dog appeared and dropped the first duck at his feet. "Give a woman a gun and she turns into a sloppy pile of jelly."
"Aw, Dad," his son protested quickly as hot tears began to slide down Monica's cheeks. "She did pretty well for her first time, you know."
"Huuuuumph!" he grunted. "A little luck doesn't mean her spine is any stiffer. Just like all women, she's got to have a man to push her around or she's good for nothing. I know about ones like her."
Infuriated by his words, Monica whirled on him, ready to demand that he explain his use of force the night before if she was so spineless! But, remembering that his adolescent son was right there to hear her every word, she bit them back, saying only, "You've got your birds, Mr. Russell. Now, why don't you go back and cook them for our dinner. You are the cook around here, aren't you? I've got a job to do!"
Stung by her attack, he glared up at her. It was a moment before he could answer softly, "Yeah, there are things you do well, honey, but we'll get to that later. Right now, you better take the kid with you so you don't step in a trap. You and me wouldn't be able to have much fun with your leg in a cast...but we'd manage."
Monica turned away from the salacious promise in his eyes and stamped angrily out of the duck blind. Behind her, she could hear Guy Russell's insulting laughter and his rough command to his son to follow her "so she doesn't break her leg in any badger holes".
CHAPTER FOUR
The sun was well up into the bright blue autumn sky by the time Monica had walked off the furious distress she had felt on killing the ducks. She had walked halfway around the edge of the lake and a bit into the woods. As she became aware of the brilliant October colors of the foliage surrounding her, she began to recover the emotional equilibrium that had been lost since she arrived at Russell's Lodge. On the path behind her, she could hear the dogged steps of Dan Russell, still following her as his father had ordered. Poor boy, she mused in sudden sympathy, to be living under the control of his tyrant father with apparently no mother to ease his way.
Perhaps Dan was even lonelier than she, she thought sadly, as she climbed to the top of a sunny little rise and gathered a little bed of fallen oak leaves as a cushion for sitting. From this slight vantage point she could see the fair-haired youngster on the trail she had just traveled and she watched his face tighten nervously as he suddenly realized that he'd lost sight of her.
"Dan, I'm up here," she called to him as she saw his blue eyes grow worried with the continued silence in the woods. She waved at him and, seeing her, he smiled and climbed up to sit down beside her.
"You feeling any better?" the youngster asked as he shrugged his shoulders out of the heavy woolen jacket that he no longer needed in the warmth of the sun. "You looked pretty upset when you left the duck blind."
"Your father has a knack for upsetting me," Monica said dryly as she stripped off her own heavy outer garments. Now in the late morning sunlight, things did not seem quite as bad as they had in the gray before the dawn. She was able to smile as she inquired, "Is he always like that or does he just hate women?"
"My mother could probably say something about that," the blond boy shrugged. "She left him when I was little. But I get along with him all right. I'm at school most of the time but weekends are great. I'm going to help run the lodge when I'm finished with school. We're thinking about turning it into one of those imagine duck-hunting clubs in a few years."
"Well, maybe my article will help a little," the good-looking writer suggested. She liked this youngster, she decided quickly, and she wouldn't mind helping him, even though she had already considered getting back at his father through her magazine story. "Just for my notes, how old are you, Pan?"
"Fourteen." he admitted grudgingly. "But I can do almost everything as well as my Dad."
"I hope not," Monica murmured almost to herself.
The boy's youthful boast had brought to mind that terrible scene the night before, when Guy Russell had forced his lewdly distended cock into her unwilling body, and she shuddered uncontrollably. Once again, she felt the smoldering anger returning and, as she fumed internally, a sudden incredible form of revenge occurred to her. As quickly as she had thought of it, the pretty auburn-haired woman forced it from her mind. It was insane and sick to even think of it no matter what his father had done to her. Dan was a mere boy, too young to understand the terrible sexual forces that raged between grown people.
"What do you mean?" the youngster demanded, suddenly aware of the angry tension that radiated from her seated form beside him. "What did Dad do to make you so mad?"
Monica turned to face him, her smile gentle as she saw his wide-eyed distress. "You wouldn't understand, sweetheart," she said softly. "I'm afraid you're too young."
"I am not!" he protested angrily, his face flushing at the insult. "If it was so awful, you just tell me! I think you're really nice, Miss Scott, and I'll stand up for you if he really did something."
Monica gazed tenderly at him, her big green eyes filling with scalding tears as she realized that this adolescent youngster was ready to do battle for her with his own father. The sweetness of his naive eagerness was melting her heart, especially after the horror show she had lived through with his father the night before. He was so lovely and so manly, in the way she'd always expected men to be, that she suddenly found her painfully erected defenses toppling and her shoulders beginning to shake with the force of the sobs she had held back for too many years.
"He used me like a whore," she cried bitterly. "I'd never even seen him before yesterday and then, last night, he...." She could not bear to say it to this innocent youngster. Monica let her sobbing overtake her words.
"No...." Dan breathed in awed dismay as sudden comprehension of her situation began to dawn in his innocent mind. "Gosh, that's really crummy!"
The horror in his face slowly changed to anger and he jumped up from his seat on the little hillock. "Wow, I'm going to go back to the cabin and punch him!" the boy exclaimed hotly. "I don't care if he is my Dad, he can't do that to you! My mother's a grouchy old grump, but you're nice! I'm going to show him...!"
"No, wait!" the lovely green-eyed woman gasped, rising quickly to grab his arm. Startled by the urgency in her own voice, she added more softly. "Stay here with me. God knows, I don't want to start problems between you and your father. And, anyway, it's past history now. Why don't you just stay here with me. I could use some company."
"Yeah, I think I will stay with you!" the blond boy said fiercely. "I'm going to stay right with you for as long as you're here. Nobody's going to bother you anymore if I have anything to say about it!"
Monica smiled in surprised gratitude. In the sternness of his expression, the writer could see much of his father in the boy's face, but it was nicer kinder and warmer. She remembered how she had struggled against Guy Russell in her cabin the night before, and momentarily, she wondered if she would have fought so hard if he had been more like his son...if the boy, instead of his father, had begun to caress her body and kiss her naked flesh in all those places where she had yearned to be touched.
Without thinking of what she was doing, Monica placed her hand in the boy's bigger, work-roughened one and squeezed softly. At the moment of contact with his youthful flesh, she suddenly felt the center of her loins contract in a wild passionate hunger. She could feel her vaginal slit start to throb warmly under her clothes. Her nipples became button-hard and began to chafe against the material of her brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved higher and became heavy with the pulsing torment of her emerging inner excitement.
What was wrong with her? Monica searched her mind for some reason for her reaction, even while she let her hand rest in the warmth of the boy's strong fingers. It felt so good to touch him, especially good since she knew that he had no reason to use her or hurt her, un-like the other males who had figured in her life. She knew this sweet innocent youngster was her friend, even after only a few minutes of conversation, and she trusted him as she never thought she would trust a male again. He was good and kind to her and she wished the two of them could just sit there on that little knoll for days, talking about themselves, discovering the joy they could find in each other's bodies . .
Suddenly, the shocked redhead knew what she wanted! In a rush of half-frightened understanding, she realized that she was now experiencing the kind of whole-hearted, lusty sexual excitement she had not known with a man since she had started worrying about whether or not Frank really loved her. She was aware of Dan's eyes timidly inspecting her lush woman's body, his graze scurrying wonderingly from her high firm breasts to the inviting full curves of her buttocks and thighs under her snug wool slacks. The idea that the boy might never have made love to a woman somehow made him all the more appealing to her and she had to struggle against the maddening impulse to shove her hand between her thighs and rub the burning fleshy ridges of her hotly titillated pussy.
God, was she going insane? It was crazy, she knew. It was incredible to want a mere boy like this, but she did! And would it really be so wrong to teach him about love? She wondered suddenly. Mightn't it help him survive as he lived under the domineering influence of his father? And surely the boy deserved the pleasure she could give him much more than his satanically selfish father! After all the man-problems she had suffered in the last days and years, Monica saw a new hope in this youth, a chance for love and freedom together. God help her, she wanted him and she intended to have him!
"Tell me, Dan. You really like me a lot, don't you? Do you have another girl friend?" Monica heard herself asking in a throbbing husky voice she barely recognized as her own. Smiling at his surprised expression, she leaned against his warm shoulder and looked up into his handsome young face with her big smoky green eyes. Her smoldering gaze ravenously searched the innocent, half-fearful depths of his clear blue eyes as he looked down at her in confusion.
"Do you?" she repeated softly, twisting so that her lushly contoured breasts brushed gently across his sweater. "I'm only asking because you've been so nice to me. I like you very much, but I don't know what you think about me."
The stunned youngster blinked as the lovely woman's words echoed like thunderclaps in his mind. He nodded his head weakly in response to her question because his throat and tongue felt as cottony and parched as a dust ball. He sat mutely as she reached up to gently stroke his cheeks, her jade green eyes glowing with some secret inner fire while her face moved closer and closer to his. He knew she was going to kiss him on his mouth, something no girl had ever done before, and his eyes closed in rapture as he felt the first tender pressure of her warm lips on his.
"Oh, sweetheart, you are so beautiful," she breathed passionately as she lifted her mouth from his lips. "Did you like that? Shall I do it again?"
Dan gulped, the tightness of his throat almost choking him as he strained to speak. Finally, with great effort, he managed to gasp, "Yes...y-yes, please!"
Monica smiled in delight, her entire body trembling from the force of the erotic tension now rippling through every nerve ending. Her gaze slipped down to the crotch of his mud-spattered blue jeans and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a sudden rush of passion that both thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out against the dark blue fabric, she could clearly see a stiff slender form pressing up and outward, and she had to deliberately clasp her hands tightly together in her lap to keep from eagerly reaching out to touch the swelling hardness. Then, as she stared deep into his eyes again, she knew that she was lost...happily lost and floundering in the blazing currents of sexual feeling that were beginning to leap between their bodies like electrical sparks.
"I'm glad, Dan, because I want to kiss you again," she heard herself whisper seductively up into his ear. "I want to do more than that. We'll forget about your father. "I'll be your girl for the time I'm here."
The tall slender youth was so excited that he felt almost sick to his stomach. The things she was saying were almost more than he could comprehend! He thought the beautiful older woman must be teasing him, laughing at him inside, but she had kissed him, really and truly, like it happened sometimes in his most exciting dreams about girls in his school. And even right then, as though she sensed his secret fear, she was stroking his face again with both her slender white hands while her soft luscious breasts jutted warmly against his chest like two roundly pointed pillows.
"Oh, you are such an angel," she murmured huskily, straining up to plant light fleeting kisses on his chin and nose and unlined forehead. "And I'll do beautiful things for you. Only you have to promise me one thing. Please, don't be mean to me, darling. I just can't take anymore."
Dan shook his head energetically, almost out of his mind with disbelief at what was happening. His stiff young cock was jerking crazily under his pants with each word she spoke and he was beginning to wonder again if any of this were really taking place at all. He had all but given up the idea of ever having a girl friend of his own, since his father almost never let him use the pick-up truck, in case he was stopped by a policeman looking for his license. Last night had been the first time his father had ever sent him into town by himself, but now Dan knew why the older man had wanted to be alone at the camp! Well, he wasn't ever going to be alone with her again, because she was his girl friend now!
Dan felt a thrill rush crazily through him as her wet pointed tongue began to play teasingly over his lips, prying them apart to dart experimentally up inside his mouth. As if that weren't enough, he suddenly felt Monica's hand start to drift tantalizingly down over his belly, moving unbelievably closer and closer to the throbbingly rigid rod of flesh that was straining out against his trouser crotch.
Monica savored the sweet self-torture of slowly slipping her hand down over his lean young body, caressing the flat plane of his belly as she gradually centered in on what she wanted, what her loins were craving for so hungrily. She let her hand slide down over his belt to his jeans, stroking the sweet youthful curve of his buttocks as she kissed him fervently. She could feel him quivering excitedly under her touch as her hotly searching hand drifted over the hardened half-mature sinews beneath his warm clothing. She knew she must be insane to go on with what she was doing, but it didn't matter anymore. She could not stop herself! There was only one thing in her lust-dazed brain to possess this youngster...to love him...
Dan's entire body palpitated in uncontrollable excitement as her hand tenderly grazed the pulsing length of his stone-hard member confined inside his pants and shorts. His blue eyes widened in alarm and he stared into her face but she merely smiled reassuringly at him and smothered his lips with her hot hungry mouth.
Monica's brain was a steaming cauldron of sensual desire and she kissed him again and again to soothe him while her darting hand ceaselessly stroked over the swollen front of his denim trousers. She drew her long fingers tantalizingly over the bulge of his throbbingly hardened cock, then curled them in tightly to trace its length and breadth.
"Oh, sweetheart, you are such a wonderful boy!" she crooned softly. "Do you like me? Do you like it when I touch you? Oh, Dan, if you really like it, show me! I want you to touch me, too!"
Dan was panting at the unbearably delightful sensation of the older woman's expert fingers circling his tinglingly hard penis through his clothing. He felt as though his whole body were going to explode with nervous excitement when he heard her salacious request. Wild shocks of eager passion were shooting through his virginal loins as he suddenly twisted on the ground and pressed her body back down into the fallen leaves. His trembling lips found her warm yielding mouth and pressed against her softness with adolescent fervor as his fingers eagerly began to work at the buttons of her woolen shirt. His lips traveled downward to pay moist homage to the velvety smoothness of her throat and down into the opening of her shirt, worshipfully delving with his lips and tongue into the deep fragrant valley between her full up-thrusting breasts. His heart was beating a wild tattoo in his chest as he shakily unfastened the last buttons of her shirt and pulled it open.
Dan's blue eyes grew round in joyful disbelief as the full heaving mounds of her breasts were exposed to his hot innocent gaze. His blood felt like molten lava pouring through his veins as he reached behind her back to fumble with and finally unsnap the stubborn hooks of her brassiere.
The lust-demented reporter was beyond all reason or regrets, aware of nothing but the gloriously exciting sensations surging through her body as the youngster eagerly pushed the brassiere up away from her palpitating breasts. She lay still under the trees, her face radiating a shy pride as the blond boy lifted his head a little to stare wonderingly at her rounded up-thrust breasts with their pointed pink nipples thrusting provocatively up toward his feverish eyes. A soft moan of lewd delight tumbled from his open lips and then suddenly he grasped one of the heaving soft mounds in his trembling fingers and dipped his head down to plant endless rapturous kisses on the rubbery-tipped cream-white fullness of her breasts. His hungry lips passionately explored one after the other of the firm mounds, tonguing and kissing the warm vibrant swells that seemed to surge up to meet his inquiring mouth.
As she tenderly massaged the bulky protuberance of his cock through his blue jeans, the lovely auburn-haired woman stared glassy-eyed at the bright blue sky above her, her body relaxed in abandoned repose as she reveled in her shameless depravity. Then suddenly she pulled her hand away from the front of his trousers and gently lifted his face from her chest. A smile of lewd promise played on her nervously twitching lips as she huskily suggested, "Why don't we take our clothes off, sweetheart...all our clothes! Then, I want you to really make love to me!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The wide-eyed adolescent stared at her for a long breathless moment, his astonished brain barely able to accept the full meaning of her wanton words. Then, with a spine-tingling rush, he suddenly realized that his gorgeous older girl friend had just offered to fulfill his wildest dreams. Uttering a strangled moan of delight, he reached out and grabbed her voluptuous body, crushing her against him in a desperate awkward embrace.
Dan was too aroused now with the excitement of anticipation to even remember his former uncertainty. He felt as though he were being led by the hand into a wonderful fairyland of female flesh and scent and whispering words. He saw her full heaving breasts rising and falling as excited as his own as the statuesque redhead took his hand from her trembling white mounds and pushed it down to the side fastening of her slacks. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers playing indecisively at the waistband of her trousers, and then he suddenly jerked down the zipper and, with her help, managed to pull her slacks and panties down over her full swelling hips and long shapely legs. As he bent to unbuckle her boots, he watched her shrugging out of her loosened blouse and brassiere. In another moment she was completely naked on the leaf-covered hillock.
He gasped as his bright blue eyes drank in the vision of her perfect white body, her pearly flesh in stark contrast to the rough-textured golds and browns of the surrounding autumn woods. Then, as if sensing the need building within the lovely older woman, Dan breathed excitedly, "I really want to fuck you! Will you teach me how to fuck you, please?"
Monica stiffened against the sound of the obscene word coming from the youngster's mouth, and yet its very lewdness excited her even more until she knew she was losing whatever control she still held over the seduction she had begun. She could feel moisture spreading warmly from her tingling vagina to dampen her swollen, hair-lined outer pussy lips and she pressed her smoothly trembling thighs together tightly to ease the burning sensation that was blazing out of control in the pit of her stomach. A tiny moan of lusty delight fell from her open lips as the pale-haired teenager wonderingly seized both her full throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like two straining melons. He watched the turgid nipples meet and then his mouth hungrily enveloped them, coursing tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling to race through the tips of them as he sucked the hardening points into the warm moist cavern of his mouth. She could feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth wildly against hers once again.
"Oh, sweetheart, I want to fuck you too!" she whispered urgently into his mouth. "Quick, take your clothes off! I want to feel your cock inside me!"
Maddening sensations of blind lust spiraled through the fourteen year old's loins as he lay beside her for another moment, enchanted by the seductive charms of her voluptuous mature body, his strong young fingers greedily tracing the curves of her swelling breasts with mounting adolescent passion. Then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he jumped to his feet and began to tear at the clothing that separated him from her Wantonly willing flesh.
Monica was a captive of her lust, a slave to the lewd surges of longing that made her body ache to have him inside her. She was on fire with anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his stiff boyish cock deep up into her needing cunt and she greedily watched as he pulled his turtleneck sweater up over his head, then began to work at the buckle of his belt. He kicked off his boots and impatiently tugged both trousers and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks. Monica's excited green eyes feasted on the sight of his turgidly arching young cock jutting out from the sparse sprinkling of his blond pubic hair and his semen-swollen testicles dangling down between his thighs.
"You'll have to show me how to do it," the boy anxiously informed her as he scrambled down onto the ground beside her.
"Oh, darling, of course! I'll teach you everything you'll ever need to know about a girl!" she murmured passionately. His throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed cock-flesh jerked sharply in her palm as she clenched her fist tightly around his burgeoning hardness. Her brain whirled with forbidden lust and she groaned huskily as the boy hesitantly drew closer to her on the crackling bed of fallen leaves. "But let's do it now! I can't wait any longer!"
Her lustfully exploring hands drifted over his perfect young flesh, feeling the sleek developing muscles tense as she discovered the secret hollows and crevices of his body. Her mind whirling in an uncontrollable vortex of lust, she lifted her smooth white thigh over his leg, pressing her pubic mound tightly against his lean hip with a gentle grinding motion. Hungrily, she rolled him toward her until his solid length of throbbing male stiffness jabbed into the soft sensitive slit of her moistly tingling vaginal crevice. The wildly lurching cock-shaft jerked maddeningly against her tingling loins, moving up and down the lust-moistened valley of her buttocks as the youngster flicked forward in a desperate effort to plant his blood-filled cock up inside the incredible older woman's pussy.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're so hot now," she gasped in delight as her hips began to move back and forth against him, feeling the thrilling pressure of his swollen penis against the flushed lips of her sensitively aroused pussy. "I'm going to make you so happy. First, we'll fuck and then...and then, we'll do everything, anything you want!"
"Yes...yes, now...!" he mumbled brokenly, barely able to speak in the agony of his need. His lurching penis felt as though it had a million volts of electricity running up and down its aching length and his balls felt like solid cement. Her licentious promises only seemed to make them throb more, until they almost hurt. Taking a deep sobbing breath, he managed to plead, "Do it to me! I want to fuck you now!"
Comforting the frantic youngster with a gentle smile, Monica hauled his slender body over on top of her and reached down between them, grasping the full length of his rigidly pulsing penis. Her tightly closed hand stroked up and down the smooth rigid hardness for a moment, delighting in its urgent throbbing against her eager palm and the warm stickiness of the fluids that oozed in tiny driblets from the lust-engorged tip.
Then, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation, she shakily guided the mushroom-shaped head up from the valley of her buttocks, gently poising it between the pulsing lips of her hotly expectant cunt. The inflamed older woman secured his blood-stiffened penis there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's hard muscular buttocks, pressing with all her strength to draw the licentiously pulsating shaft of hard cock-flesh into the needing softness of her pussy.
"Now, love," she panted up into his face, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Come down into me, darling. I want to feel your big boy-cock way up in my belly!"
Nervously watching her face, Dan tentatively pressed forward and he saw her eyes close in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electric contact of the bloated cock-head against the sensitive inner lips of her hungrily waiting vagina. Then her breathing stopped for what seemed an eternity as she lay in complete abandonment beneath his nervously tensed body.
"Now, angel, now!" she breathed urgently. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me quick!"
As her impassioned plea penetrated his uncertainty, the blond boy's anxious expression gave way to a lustful grimace of sheer animal need. For the first time, he was hearing a naked woman actually begging him to fuck her, to shove his prick up into her pussy! For the first time, he understood what it meant to be a man he was nobody's little boy now! A sensation of infinite power filled him and with a little cry of conquest, he pressed forward onto her lewdly squirming body, hearing her gasp in delirious satisfaction as the bloated rock-hard head of his teeming penis drove up into the moist receptive mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, yessss," she crooned up into the sunlit air as his stiff throbbing spear invaded her tremulous body, spreading and stretching the wetly yielding walls of her vagina. The boy's penis was like his father's, long but a little more slender, and it seemed to slide in forever, filling her more gloriously and completely than she would ever have imagined possible with such a youngster. On a sudden salacious impulse, she whispered hotly into his ear, "Look at it, darling. Take a look at your cock in my pussy!"
The fair-haired youngster lifted his head and stared down at her in confusion for a moment. Was she teasing him? he wondered, but then he saw her nod smilingly up at him, her cheeks flushed pink with the pleasure he was giving her. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the handsome teenager looked down between their bodies and gasped at the unbelievable spectacle of his adolescent penis half-buried into the crisply curling reddish hair of the lovely woman's cunt. He could see the deep pink of her clutching pussy-lips clasping tightly around the straining whiteness of his penis and a flash of fiery passion lit his brain.
His slender hips lurched forward to slide his hard, pulsingly stiff cock deep up into her ravenous depths like a driving relentless piston, pushing the soft moist vaginal walls in velvety waves before its bluntly rounded heat. Monica groaned in mindless rapture as she felt his testicles dance lightly against the undulating cheeks of her hotly quivering buttocks as the hard rubbery head of his youthful penis pushed tentatively right up against her hidden cervix.
"That's right, darling...oooooh, that's right," the lust-crazed writer sang out in delight. She smoothed her hands down over his straining sinewy buttocks to hold him deep inside her. "Now, be still a moment and feel what my nice pussy can do for your lovely cock."
She clenched all her inner cuntal muscles to hold his impatiently jerking penis tightly within her burning vagina, then began to rotate her full rounded hips suggestively against his loins. Closing her eyes in concentration, she deliberately throbbed the clutching lips of her obscenely invaded pussy around the base of his cock as she screwed her hips tighter and tighter against his tensed body. Each time his aroused member throbbed spasmodically in her wet clinging pussy, she clamped her muscles down in response, bringing delighted whining groans of rapture from deep in the boy's chest.
"Oh...wooowww!" he whimpered hoarsely, thrusting his hips uncontrollably forward while she held his cock securely in the moistly working channel of her rippling, cunt. He had never seen anyone look as wild-eyed as she did just then, her mouth loose and soft, panting as though there wasn't enough air to breathe. And in his short lifetime in the camp and the quiet rural community where he went to school, he had never heard anyone, not even the guys on the football field, talk as filthy as this gorgeous woman. Yet there was something about the knowing way that she mouthed the forbidden words, while she actually did everything she was saying, that made it even more exciting. Crazy jolts of lust surged through the newly initiated teenager's loins every time she tightened her powerful secret muscles around his buried cock, and her big, famished-looking green eyes blazed up at him, her full lips working sensuously with the effort of her teasing manipulations around his tingling hardness.
"You like it, don't you, darling?" Monica teased him salaciously as she felt the broad fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her taut little clitoris. She didn't know what had happened to so decisively break the dam of her passions, but whatever it was, she welcomed it now. To even remotely consider such a seduction would have been beyond the realm of her comprehension yesterday...but that was before she herself had been attacked and brutally raped and humiliated by this innocent youngster's father. Perhaps that experience had touched off some unsuspected store of virulent depravity in herself. No doubt she would despise herself once this was all over, but right now she was reveling in the very depths of her uninhibited debauchery, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her lewd need to the very limit.
"Tell me sweetheart! Is my pussy good?" she taunted him again.
"Y-yesssss!" Dan groaned ecstatically, the sight of her rose-tipped breasts dancing and swaying as she worked her hotly clasping pussy up and down around his cock doubling his pleasure. Then suddenly her feet kicked out in the air and her arms and legs wrapped around his tense young body. He abruptly realized that he was free to do whatever he liked and he began to jerk his hips back and forth, trying to ram farther and farther up into her moistly voracious cunt. Crap, they were really doing it now! He was really and truly fucking her!
Monica could feel her breath gradually being whipped away by the wildly erotic sensation of his virile young penis plunging up into her hotly throbbing vagina. She began to undulate her rounded white buttocks in frantic little circles, inflaming him in the most provocative manner she could. She wanted him to cum, to splatter his sweet virginal sperm far up into her greedy vagina, to fill her as she had never been filled before. Excitedly, she pressed upward, flattening her full yielding breasts against his chest as she found his mouth with her own to kiss and nibble hungrily.
The school boy's blue eyes gleamed with the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his young life. His hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-inflamed penis deep in the wetly clutching passageway of her insatiable cunt. He panted heavily as he tore his lips from her ravenous mouth and stared down between their joined bodies, drinking in the sight of his thickly swollen cock-shaft, glistening moist with her secret juices, driving in and out of the spread coral slit of her sucking hair-framed pussy.
His eyes gaped open wider as he watched the movements of the gleaming pink flanges of her pussy, the tender folds drawing back with each slow out-stroke he made, then swallowing in again as he thrust forward up into her with the smooth pistoning movement he had established. The wet flat smack of his hips thudding against her heaving up-thrust pelvis resounded throughout the woods as he rammed his heavily swollen cock deeper and deeper up into her steaming dilated vagina, and the inexperienced youngster vaguely wondered if he could be hurting her with his lurching penetrating thrusts. He hoped not, because it felt too good to stop!
"Oh, God, yes, that's right," she chanted joyously up at him as she writhed her pelvis up to meet each stroke of the plunging boyish penis. She was no longer ashamed of having lured this fantastic youngster to do what he was doing fucking her almost senseless with his wonderful virgin cock! Her eyelids fluttered deliriously as she twisted beneath the blond teenager, guiding his movements with her eager hands and hips lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting passion. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his face down into her shoulder as she explored his ear with her tongue, nipping hotly at the smooth flesh of his neck with her bare teeth. She wanted his first time to be wonderful and she ground her hips tirelessly upward to make it as good for him as she possibly could.
The fair-haired boy labored over her, moving suddenly into a series of long smoother plunging strokes that brought his blood-inflated rod almost all the way out of Monica's deliciously clasping pussy on the backstroke and then driving forward into her belly until he could feel the round bulbous head of his hard cock filling her all the way up to her cervix deep inside her heaving body. His hands slipped down, wedging between the leaf-covered earth and the sensuously gyrating cheeks of her buttocks and the boy cupped the firm mounds in his spread fingers, massaging the warm soft half-moons in lewd delight as he felt the sperm begin to boil deep in his testicles.
The lovely auburn-haired woman gasped with surprise as she felt the youthful cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her arching belly. The hard rubbery head flared out until she was afraid it might tear into her belly and in the wild intensity of her passion, it took a moment before she realized that the boy was about to cum, to explode his warm creamy load into her ravenous pussy. The very thought made her shiver with obscene delight. Her hands darted down to gasp his flexing buttocks,-pulling him as far as humanly possible into her open willing loins. At the same time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a volcano erupting and she waved her furiously responding buttocks salaciously from side to side, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his burrowing, hotly expanding cock.
Suddenly, she began to quiver uncontrollably beneath the boy's pounding body.
"Oh, darling, fuck me hard...I'm cuuummming!"
Her breathless groan rose to a strangled whine of ecstasy as she vibrated against him, her own wet seething fluids oozing from her contracted channel, drowning the boy's buried member in its sweet sticky warmth.
Dan paused a moment, stunned and apprehensive by her sudden convulsion. He saw her face contorting, her lips baring back over her teeth as she trembled on the ground. Finally, he asked uncertainly, "Are...are you all right? D-Did I hurt you?"
Slowly, she opened her eyes, gazing up at him in sweet satiation. "Darling, I'm very all right. And for that, I'm going to give you a little surprise." She pressed her hands against his broad shoulders, forcing him to roll onto the ground beside her. The blond youngster moaned in confused disappointment as his stone-hared penis slid out of the exciting warmth of her vigorously spasming pussy.
"Hey! Don't stop! Not yet, please!"
"Don't worry, lover. I'm going to do something you might like even more!"
Before he could understand what she was talking about, Monica had kneeled over him, spreading his long sinewy legs so that she could wedge between them. She crouched over his loins, her mouth a bare inch above his glistening, painfully distended cock. Without looking up at his startled face, she wrapped her fingers around his aching penis and began to stroke it gently up and down, working the loose flesh slowly over its straining hardness.
Dan's eyes grew huge as she parted her lips and then suddenly her lewdly flickering tongue darted out, taunting lightly at the tiny hole in the red swollen head. He was powerless to hold back the soft whimper that squeaked out of him, new tremors racing along his backbone as he suddenly realized what she was going to do! His jaw dropped as he saw her roundly ovaled lips lowering down toward his pounding organ, then incredibly enclosing the pulsing moist gland in a hot, deliciously clasping pressure.
He almost choked on his next groan, at the same time thrusting his loins eagerly upward into the enveloping warmth of her lips. He lifted his head to watch as the up-thrust rod of veined flesh, shiny with the orgasmic fluids of her abandoned cunt, slid easily into her mouth. She tightened her lips around it just below the head, sucking at it like a peppermint stick, while her tongue licked wetly, swirling around and around the eagerly burgeoning tip.
Breath rasped hoarsely from his throat as he saw her stretched and willing mouth sucking hungrily at his penis and his balls churned with an agony of wild unaccustomed excitement. God, what would she do when he erupted, shooting his cum up into her cheeks? Would she...swallow it, like he'd heard girls sometimes do? The thought was almost too much for his lust-dazed brain to accept, but he hoped she would.
Monica lifted her tightly clasping lips off the pulsating tip of the boy's rigid cock and then began to lick its slender hardness all over, from its broad base alone the underside to the rim of the swollen head. Her hotly darting tongue teased at his hardness, washing, playing, caressing it with every stroke, all the way back down to his firm young testicles, drawing one after the other of his soft-skinned balls into the warm cavern of her mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she licked at his hairless scrotum with warm sweeping strokes.
The lovely auburn-haired woman felt as though she were falling helplessly into a dark world of forbidden sensation, a perverse world of lust she had never realized existed. The piquant taste and marble-like hardness of his teenage cock was thrilling her, driving her almost to another orgasm by just the thought of her own wanton depravity. This boy was so sweet, so eagerly willing to learn all she could teach him about love, so helplessly entranced. She wanted to suck his fresh young sperm into her throat, to feel it hot in her belly. Already she could imagine it squirting into her mouth, his sweet creamy virgin cum filling her throat! It seemed like she had never known passion in her life before this moment.
Dan Russell thought he was about to lose his mind from what this beautiful older woman was doing to him. He watched her grasp his turgid cock firmly at its base, then take it up into her hungrily sucking mouth again. He tensed his pelvis muscles, thrusting his loins uncontrollably up into her face, but it did not seem to bother her. Her coppery hair flowed down over his thighs as her head began to bob over his loins, her mouth sucking up and down rhythmically as her tongue twisted maddeningly around the sensitive head of his obscenely impaling cock. As he groaned aloud, she began to suck harder, digging her teeth lightly into the stone-hard flesh, leaving little white tracks where she had scraped the blood along under his skin.
Her hot tongue ceaselessly swiping around and around the slender breadth of his penis was finally more than he could stand. He could feel the hot sperm boiling in his testicles as he gaped at her kneeling body, her full white breasts dancing lewdly as she slaved over his loins, her beautiful face stuffed with his newly conquering penis. He thrust his hips up tighter to her face, watching in amazement as the whole length seemed to disappear up between her ovaled lips. His throat and mouth felt dry as the desert as he tried to croak a warning to her, but it was too late! He writhed his lean hips as he felt the sweet burning of his hotly ejaculating cum juices traveling up from his balls, through his cock...
"Oh...oh, crap!" he gasped brokenly. "Don't stop! Don't stop please!"
His teenage cock lurched violently in her mouth and Monica sucked greedily as spurt after spurt of his hot thick sperm bloated her continuously working cheeks. She swallowed eagerly, moaning around his pumping boyish hardness, savoring the sweet salty flavor of his cum, the first sperm he had ever spent in a woman's body. Unable to control herself, she plunged a hand down between her own thighs to her steaming cunt, pinching and stroking her tingling clitoris as another unbelievable climax overwhelmed her own depravedly dissipated body. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and she gulped greedily at the precious fluid, continuing to nibble on his deflating cock long after it had spent its last trickling dregs in her mouth.
Both Monica and her adolescent lover were panting and exhausted and, within minutes, they drifted into weary sleep in the golden warmth of the climbing sun. Around them, the forest was breathlessly silent for a while longer, and then the birds gradually began to sing again and the squirrels cautiously moved past the hillock on their autumn business as the noisy humans lay quiet at last.
CHAPTER SIX
It was hours later when Monica began to float slowly up through her dreams to wakefulness. Before she had opened her eyes, she was aware of the coolness of the ground beneath her and, shivering, she nestled more snugly to the warm male body that lay beside her. She smiled sleepily as she first felt his nakedness against her bare flesh, dimly recalling the brain-reeling ecstasy she had enjoyed not long before. It was not until the redhead lazily opened her green eyes that she became fully aware of where she was and what she had done to the youngster who lay sleeping in sweet lost innocence beside her.
For a moment, she was drowsy enough to consider that it had all been a dream, that she was still dreaming of the autumn-brilliant woods around her...the handsome naked teenager slumbering beside her. But just then, Dan turned over in his sleep. His hand found her body and with a contented smile, he curled his fingers over the moist triangle of her cum-matted pubic hair, his fingertips slipping down into the still tender crevice of her recently ravaged pussy. It had been no dream!
Moving carefully so she would not wake the blond youth, the disconcerted redhead sat up on the little hillock of earth and stared pensively out toward the sun-dappled blue of the lake that she could just see through the trees on her right. She tried to collect her sleep-scattered thoughts, to comprehend exactly what had happened and why but it was impossible. Had she actually seduced the fourteen year old son of the lodge-owner? Had she, Monica Scott, actually teased and prodded this virginal boy until neither she nor he could stop themselves from rushing headlong into this perverted act of lust? It was too much to believe, and yet the moist stickiness of his cum fluids smeared all over her thighs and pussy left no room for any doubt in her mind. Within a radius of three or four yards from where she sat, she could see her and Dan's clothing scattered recklessly, a silent testimonial to the urgency of their forbidden passion and now, as she stared dazedly around herself, Monica felt the first awful pangs of remorse.
She rose slowly to her feet, feeling suddenly much older than her thirty-two years as she struggled to hold back the tears of horrified disbelief that were suddenly rising in her throat. She didn't want to wake Dan. She couldn't face him, not yet. What could she ever say to explain what she had done to him? It was almost as though another person, someone viciously evil and immoral, had taken control of her body that morning, making her do and feel things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. What warped thing in her own mind could have caused her to taunt that sweet young boy with her body and worse, encourage him on as he abandoned his sweet innocence to satisfy her perverted desires?
Monica struggled with these questions as she moved silently, gathering up her garments from the ground. There were no easy answers and, in fact, the more she thought about it, the more distraught and confused she became. At last she decided to clear her head by washing herself in the lake water below. Perhaps when she was more rational, she would be able to make a decision about what she should do. Covering her nakedness with the warm jacket she had worn that morning, the lovely distraught woman tiptoed down a path that seemed to lead toward the lake.
As she paused a few hundred yards away to slip on her boots, Monica thought she might be working things out. Though she wanted with all her heart to return to her cabin right that minute and pack her things to leave, she knew she couldn't afford to pay another hunting lodge to get this story. Her scanty savings from her newspaper job were already almost exhausted and the very idea of trying'to stay at another men-only camp was just too much for her to contemplate in her present state of mind. She knew that Guy, Dan's father, would undoubtedly try to repeat his horrifying assault on her body, so the only thing she could do to protect herself would be to stay at Dan's side for the remaining day of her visit there. And then, somehow, she would have to explain to the youngster why they could not make love again, why it was so wrong and bad for him. It would be difficult, but she was certain that he was an intelligent and sensitive youngster who would try to understand when he realized she was serious.
Yes, there was no doubt that the boy was intelligent, Monica mused as she arrived at the lakeside. Stripping off the few garments she had put on for the walk, she gazed ironically at the stand of reeds that masked the duck blind, almost on the other side of the lake from where she stood now. When she had sat with him and his father that morning in the little shelter, he had been completely virginal and inexperienced, a baby really. Yet, later on the little hillock he had somehow sensed exactly what she needed, how to touch the most sensitive areas of her body and when to plunge his hard rod of surging male cock-flesh into her starving vagina until she had exploded into orgasm again and again until her body was exhausted and satiated from the incredible force of her cumming.
Suddenly, the curvaceous writer realized that she was trembling, her skin tingling as though it were covered with a blazing sheet of flames. Monica could feel the strength steadily leaving her body as she remembered Dan's heavily swollen teenage penis spearing in and out of her hotly contracting pussy, throbbing and expanding until it erupted with a burst of boiling sperm that warmed and laved the secret inner parts of her body. If only he were there at the lakeside with her, he would...
"No! Oh God, no...not again!" Monica cried out to the wilderness around her. Flinging aside the jacket that was her only covering, she splashed into the lake, praying that her forbidden passions would be doused in the icy coldness of the blue water.
* * *
The pretty auburn-haired writer tore the last bit of meat from the roast duck leg she held in her finger and chewed it thoughtfully, staring down ruefully at the little pile of bare bones on her plate. Guy had cooked the birds beautifully and, despite her protest when she first saw the crisp brown duck on her dinner plate, Monica had eaten it all. Her hunger had got the best of her...after all, she'd hardly eaten since she arrived at this lonely lodge.
"Well, so it isn't so hard to digest a dead duck now that it's cooked, eh, Miss Scott?" the big dark-haired man chuckled mockingly as he rose to clear the dishes from the long wooden table. "After the way you acted in the blind this morning, I thought Dan and me were going to have to eat your ducks ourselves."
She shrugged, blushing at her earlier silliness. "I guess it's just a shock when you kill something," she explained quietly. "Everyone must go through that the first time they go hunting...."
"Sure," Dan added heartily, smiling warmly across the table at his new lover. "That's what I told you today."
"You must have told her a lot more than that," Guy said gruffly over his shoulder as he took the dishes into the kitchen of the big cabin. "You two were gone for ten hours. I had to pluck those damned birds by myself. Don't tell me you got lost?"
This time a red color bloomed on the blond youngster's face, but he turned his head away so his father could not see it as he came back into the main room. Monica felt a little chill of apprehension as she saw Guy's dark eyes light suspiciously on her face. Did he suspect? she wondered anxiously. But then she thought angrily that it made no difference if he did or not. What she had done with his young son had been very different from what Guy had done to her. Dan had been more than willing to be seduced!
"W-we just walked around," Dan suddenly blurted out in response to his father's question. "Miss Scott wanted to see the woods."
"Yes, I hear that city-dwellers get a little cold-hearted after awhile," Monica interjected with a hard look at the man who had brutally raped her the night before. "Dan was just showing me a little of the natural beauty of the forest. I enjoyed myself."
"Is that so? Well, I know about another natural beauty that you'd like even better." Guy snickered. His brown eyes narrowed in an expression that made Monica shudder suddenly. Turning to his son, he abruptly commanded, "Dan, go on down to the duck blind. I left one of the guns there and the dew'll ruin it if it's there for the night."
The boy's blue eyes were wide with foreboding and he stared at Monica in helpless misery as they both suddenly realized what his father planned to do in the hour Dan would be gone. "But, Dad...."
"I think I'll go with him," Monica suddenly announced, rising from the table. "I ate a little too much and the walk would do me good."
"Okay, then I'll go with you," Guy spoke quickly, smiling at his own speedy recovery. "Dan, you wash the dishes while we're gone."
"No!" the frantic woman cried out as she realized that she had been outsmarted by the brawny woodsman. She couldn't let him attack her again! It would be too humiliating! She would rather die!
For a long moment, the three of them were silent, their eyes searching each other's faces as a silent battle of wills was fought. Monica felt her heart sinking as she realized that she was powerless against Guy Russell's strength and surely his son would never have the courage to deliberately defy his own father. But then, just as she felt she would have to surrender to the big older man, if only to save the boy from further embarrassment, Dan Russell pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. His blue eyes were bright with determination as he stood face to face with his glaring father.
"I'm sorry, Dad, but I don't think Miss Scott wants to be with you right now," the boy said firmly. "She would rather be with me."
Guy's jaw dropped and, for a moment, savage rage glittered in his eyes. Monica cringed as she saw him step toward her and she knew he wanted to simply drag her out of the cabin with him, no matter what his son had said. But then he suddenly seemed to get himself under control and, as he stared steadily into his son's face, he shrugged his shoulders disgustedly.
"All right," he spat out finally. "You win, kid, for what it's worth. I'm going to town to get a drink!"
Monica and Dan stood motionless, barely daring to breathe as the big man stamped across the room to the coat rack. He yanked a woolen parka from one of the hooks and, with a final ominously glaring glance in their direction, slammed out of the cabin. A moment later they heard the pickup truck's engine roar into life and the bright headlights cut across the cabin windows as Russell sped out of the camp.
Monica stared at Dan in silent gratitude for a moment and then suddenly she realized that she was trembling all over from sheer relief. Her knees felt like spaghetti and she swayed a moment, hurriedly grabbing the back of her chair before she lost her balance. In a flash, the youngster had circled the table and his arm was around her shoulders, supporting her as she began to laugh softly.
"Your father, the cave man," she chuckled bitterly. "If you hadn't spoken up, darling, I don't know what would have happened to me."
"I've got a pretty good idea," the blond youngster murmured angrily. "But we don't have to worry about that now. He's gone and we've got the whole place to ourselves. He'll probably be gone for hours...."
"Thank God," she sighed happily, then stiffened as she suddenly realized the underlying meaning in the teenager's words. Apprehensively, she glanced up at his face and what she saw in Dan's expression did nothing to calm her nerves. The boy's tanned face was smiling reassuringly, but the beginnings of excitement were already showing in his bright blue eyes. Gently, she disentangled herself from his supporting arm, stepping back to gaze levelly into his eyes. "I'm going back to my own cabin now, Dan," she said firmly. "I've got to make some notes for my article."
"Gosh, no!" Dan exclaimed anxiously. "Wow, we don't have that much time and tomorrow's Monday. I have to go to school! Don't you see? We can fuck some more right now!"
Without giving her a chance to answer, he stepped up to her, his arms clasping tightly around her tiny waist, his lips locking hungrily on hers. Too startled to resist, Monica momentarily surrendered to the eagerness of the boy's enticing caress, not struggling as his probing young tongue drove hard into the warm wetness of her mouth. Then suddenly, she remembered the decision she had made that afternoon when she walked away from his nakedly slumbering body in the woods.
"Dan...Dan, stop for a moment," she mumbled brokenly as she tore her lips away from his hotly plundering tongue. With a frantic jerk of her body, she managed to free herself of his impassioned grip, and she moved quickly away, fighting to regain her breath. "Sweetheart, I have to go to work. We'll talk about this some other time...."
In the handsome youth's face, she suddenly saw a replica of the emotions that had contorted his father's features before the older man had stormed out to go to town. Confusion and then the anger of frustration changed the youngster's innocent features as he mentally registered her words. Then, suddenly, in a firm voice she had never heard him use before, the boy announced, "No, you're not going back to your cabin. First we're going to fuck again, just like we did this afternoon. Come on, take your clothes off!"
"Dan!" Monica gasped in astonishment at his lewd words and his imperious tone of voice. Looking hard at him, she saw his eyes gleaming with pure animal lust the very passion she had ignited in him this afternoon when she had wantonly destroyed his innocence. She stood motionless in shocked amazement as he brazenly reached out to stroke the proudly up-thrust mound of her breast beneath the fluffy woolen sweater she wore.
"Dan!" she cried out, angrily this time. But he seemed not to hear her and finally, she slapped his hand away from her, snapping furiously, "Stop it, dammit! Leave me alone!"
Her icy fierceness shocked him from his blind daze of lust and he stared at her, horrified and hurt by the angry refection he heard in her voice. His eyes met her cold gaze for a moment, then wavered before he looked shamefacedly down to the floor.
"I-Fm really sorry, Miss Scott," he whispered miserably. "I didn't mean...I mean, after what happened in the woods, I just thought.. . "
The uncertain, almost despairing tone of his young voice made Monica instantly remorseful that she had treated him so cruelly. After all, nothing that had happened was really his fault! She remembered how innocent and sweet he had been earlier that day, and she began to hate herself for her inhuman harshness. He was only a boy...how could he ever understand the fears and angers that dominated so much of the adult world? No, he couldn't have any idea of the internal struggle of compassion against bitter wisdom that was taking place in her own mind right now and she could at least shield him from some of that sadness...
"Sweetheart, I would love to stay here with you right now," she began tenderly, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek with her fingertips. "It's just that I can't darling. I know it's not good for you...or me either. You're too young, and I'm too old for you."
"But, Miss Scott," he began and then stopped, heartbreaking disappointment showing on his face as he realized that she had made up her mind. He was thoughtful for a moment and then, gazing beseechingly into her green eyes, he said, "I guess I understand, but...but you really liked it when we did it in the woods. You're going to leave tomorrow anyway. Would one more time make an awful big difference?"
Despite her determination to get her own life in order, the reasonable simplicity of the boy's words made her stop and think. In truth, she was only going to be here one more day...would it hurt her so much to do the one thing that would leave this sensitive youngster with a good feeling about his first experience with a woman? By this time tomorrow night, she would be far away from Russell's Lodge, but Dan would be stuck here, with no company but his brutal father, no memories to warm the cold nights but the ones she left here with him. Would it really hurt either of them to do it one more time... ?
She glanced up at his face and was almost physically struck by the hungry yearning she saw in his forlorn eyes. God, he wanted her so badly and she...well, she could already feel herself falling under the spell of his virile young body again. God only knew when she'd ever meet another man that attracted her once she got back to the city and, well, she might as well admit it to herself she did want this innocent youngster, desperately!
Without answering his question, Monica began to move silently around the room, turning down some of the kerosene lamps, bolting the door. There was a single bed under one of the cold-misted windows of the cabin and she walked over to it, picking up the books that had been placed there for when Dan left for school tomorrow morning. She picked up the textbooks and put them on the floor, smiling slowly at the anxious blond boy as she straightened up.
"Will this do for a bed, darling?" he heard the gorgeous redhead ask in a husky breathless voice. "We really should do it right on a bed, before I leave, don't you think?"
"I-I...yeah...crap yes!" the boy stammered, his eyes widening as he watched her slowly, tantalizingly pulling her fluffy sweater over her head.
He gazed for a moment at her gleaming white flesh as she reached around to unhook the fastenings of her tiny white lace brassiere. A little sigh of lewd appreciation whistled past his lips as she pulled it away and the full, lushly rounded spheres of her breasts burst free of their confinement, the rosy nipples hardening at the sudden contact with the open air.
"Oh, Miss Scott, they're so big and beautiful," he breathed reverently, barely daring to move in case she might suddenly change her mind again. He remembered how it had felt this morning when her naked white breasts had been pressed firmly into his own bare chest while his hard penis had driven up into the thrilling warmth of her pussy. He ached to take them into his hands again, to squeeze the hard bud-like nipples that were like red goading flags before his eyes. His nostrils were full of the sweet scent of her nakedness and he could feel hot desire rising in his loins, igniting his nerve ends like a million tiny pinpricks.
Blissfully aware of his hot eyes playing over her body, Monica moved slowly, deliberately savoring each movement of her lewd striptease. Kicking off the low shoes she had changed into before dinner, she slowly lowered the zipper of her trousers, rotating her buttocks in taunting invitation as she pressed her pants down over her firmly flaring hips. When they fell to the floor around her ankles, she turned and bent to pick up her trousers and the other garments she had dropped as she stripped them from her body.
Dan gulped as the full-rounded moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view. An excited flush colored his face as he stared at the narrow nylon strip of her panties between her swelling thighs, the fabric tightening momentarily as she bent over. The panties slipped teasingly into the crevice of her tautly molded buttocks and then remained bunched up in the fleshy valley as she straightened up again to hang her clothes over the back of one of the chairs. He watched her with bated breath as she walked the few feet to the chair, the enticing cheeks of her buttocks joggling slightly as she moved. Then suddenly he could wait no longer. He had to touch her, to feel the smooth white mounds that undulated so provocatively before his fevered eyes!
"God, I want to fuck you so much!" he cried hoarsely as he rushed to where she was standing waiting for him. He wrapped his arms around her naked warmth and his hands cupped her softly contoured buttocks, massaging their yielding roundness hungrily.
"Wait, Dan, I'm not finished undressing," she protested smilingly, but he had already been teased beyond all control. His blond head dipped down to suck her hard throbbing nipples into the thrilling moistness of his fresh young mouth. Her eyes shut in rapture as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling smoothness of her lower belly, then slipping in under her thin panties to hotly explore the pulsing lips of her eagerly awakening vagina. Almost involuntarily, her own eager hand reached out to struggle momentarily with the zipper of his jeans, frantically searching for his virile young penis.
Probing through his underwear, Monica's obscenely delving hand found his naked cock and she gasped with surprised delight. It was already swollen and rigidly hard, pulsing and hot to her lasciviously hungry touch, just the way she remembered it. As her fingers locked tightly around it, a tremulous glow of warmth began to spread through her loins and flood the area around her insidiously tautening clitoris. Her vaginal slit was growing moister by the minute under the urgent manipulations of his automatically probing finger and she could see his face changing with lust as she stroked his lengthy, blood-filled male member.
"Take off your pants, darling," she whispered up into his ear. "I want to see your cock. I want to suck it for you. Please, sweetheart, hurry...."
As the youngster willingly did as he had been told, Monica worked quickly with the buttons of his shirt. In another moment, he was naked, and Dan stood a little self-consciously as he saw her fire-filled eyes drop to lock on his aching shaft of solidly tingling flesh. Then, she moved closer to him and dropped down onto her knees in front of him, her face hovering dangerously close to his jutting erection.
"Oh, darling, it's so beautiful and hard for me tonight," she purred, sliding her hands over his belly and thighs and the heavy bloated sacs of his testicles. She gently cupped his balls in one warm hand as she moved the other upward to take hold of his urgently throbbing penis, her soft tantalizing touch causing him to tremble all over. As he stared down at her, she started to stroke his burgeoning hardness tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose outer skin up and down with intoxicating slowness while her pretty face and parted lips moved closer until they were only inches away from the gleaming swollen head! He saw the flickering pinkness of her tongue tip dart out to touch the swollen glans prodding into the tiny split at the head while she rapturously cradled his obscenely dangling balls.
"Oooooh," he groaned softly as she crouched at his feet, swirling her working tongue around and around the bloated head of his cock. A sharp thrill seared through her naked loins as she tasted the tiny piquant droplets of seminal fluid that were already seeping upward from his rising excitement. She dipped her head down to lick the full length of his rigidly jerking cock-shaft, tracing a path with her tongue all the way down to the base and then back up to the mushroom-shaped tip. At last she parted her lips over it and lowered her head slowly, enclosing the sensitive pulsating glans in the receptively sucking warmth of her mouth.
Dan whimpered aloud and chills ran crazily up his spine as he felt his hard swollen cock-shaft sunk halfway between her lips and he instinctively began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face. He knew that this had happened this morning, but he had been so excited then that he'd barely realized what she was doing to him. Now he could see the way she was down on her knees before him, her lush clasping lips tightening like a lewd elastic band around his cock, just like the dirty pictures guys had shown him in school. It was too much to believe! His prick was the thing his mother always used to tell him not to touch because it was dirty, and here was this terrific-looking redhead taking it into her hotly nibbling mouth and sucking it like it was a delicious stick of candy!
"Jeez,"' he whimpered aloud, staring down to watch his older lover's lust-contorted face, her lips stretched with the thickness of the rigidly aching cock buried in her mouth. She was massaging the soft resilient skin of his bouncing testicles gently with one hand and stroking the base of his urgently pulsing cock with the other as she began to suck hungrily up and down its full length. Just the sight of his turgid penis sawing in and out of her wide-stretched mouth filled his loins with a strange wild tension and he jerked his hips up into her face until it seemed as though he were ramming his obscenely impaling cock all the way down her slender throat. Still she sucked at it greedily as he pumped his loins convulsively back and forth. Practically all of its glistening hardness seemed to disappear with each excited thrust he made until only a short stretch of it showed, gleaming and white, protruding thickly from her voraciously ovaled lips. It was driving him crazy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Guy Russell's brow was furrowed in thought as he drove the clattering old pickup truck down the road toward the nearest town. He could see the lights of the roadhouse where he usually stopped to drink before he suddenly realized that a drink was not what he needed. He was hungry for a woman. Until he had left the cabin this evening, it had never occurred to him that he would not be driving his hard cock into that lady writer's pretty cunt again tonight.
In fact, he'd been thinking about it all day, planning out a few variations that he'd been sure she would love once she got over her screaming and kicking bit. Now he had a heavy burning feeling of frustration in his reminiscently jerking cock-shaft loins and he considered driving in to see one of the girls in town who usually accommodated him. Somehow, though, none of them seemed as interesting as that hot little cunt he'd left back at the camp.
It still seemed incredible to the lusty woodsman that his son had actually stood up to him like that, as though he knew all about what had happened the night before. Christ, he never thought she'd tell anyone about what had happened. Those independent career-girl types were usually cold as ice to anyone who asked any questions, until you started fucking them. Then, suddenly, they wanted to pour out their life stories. Guy remembered that from the time he'd been fucking the doctor's nurse back in town. One good lay and suddenly the great confession started...
"Hey!" the big man suddenly shouted into the closed cabin of the truck. He slammed on his brakes and stared out the windshield at nothing in particular as he mentally examined the idea that had just come into his mind. Not the kid! Shit, he was fourteen years old! It was crazy! He didn't have enough brains yet, even if he had enough cock to do the job!
While the expression of cynical disbelief never left his face, Guy put the truck into gear and started driving again. He turned into the roadhouse parking lot and then drove right out again, headed back in the direction of the lodge. He was already thinking about where he would park so that he could sneak quietly up to the cabin without being overheard. What he was thinking was beyond belief, but if it were true, he wanted to see it with his own eyes!
* * *
Monica lifted her head slowly, lingeringly withdrawing her lewdly sucking lips from the lad's rigid cock. She raised her face to him and smiled, her lips glistening wetly from the moistness of her saliva.
"Do you like it, darling?"
"Crap yes! It's better than anything! Y-you don't want to stop, do you?"
"No, darling, but I'd like to do something else as well," she half-whispered, her voice shaky with the lust that was racking her nakedly kneeling body. "Wouldn't you like to look real close at my pussy...maybe even kiss it?"
"Oh, wow...I don't know...I guess so...." he blurted. It seemed there was no end to the fantastic things they could do together. "What should I do?"
"Just lie down on the bed, darling and I'll get up over you," the sultry redhead murmured as she rose from the floor. She drew him over to the narrow bed and watched him lie down eagerly on his back. Her green eyes glistened with passion as she climbed up with him, her full rounded breasts swaying and jiggling as she lifted one leg over his tense body, mounting him backward spreading her full white thighs and wriggling back toward his wide-eyed face, the undulating moons of her buttocks facing him.
"Look at it, darling," she whispered. "It's just waiting for you to kiss it and lick it. Oh God, I want to feel your sweet tongue up inside me. Hurry, lover, please."
Dan watched, his mouth and throat cottony dry, as Monica smoothed her hands down over her firmly swelling hips to her shapely thighs, her knees on either side of his head. The dark reddish down of her cunt was right over his face and he was staring straight up into the narrow pink slit.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. Doesn't it look pretty?" Monica gasped lecherously. "Kiss it! That's r-right," she murmured brokenly as she suddenly felt his soft young lips brushing against the moistly palpitating furrow of her hair-framed pussy. "D-do you like it?"
Dan couldn't speak. He had actually kissed it, felt the silky pubic hair brushing against his nose, and now he was just looking at it, his breath catching in his throat. He watched the wet, hair-lined split rotating sensuously before his eyes as she suddenly grasped his impatiently up-thrust cock again and began to suck it, sending electrical sensations of excitement racing through his jerking belly. His head spun dizzily as he marveled at the slim rosy pussy-flesh that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down between the rounded white moons of her buttocks and the little puckered anal hole centered there. As she wantonly wriggled her hips, her gleaming cuntal furrow opened a little and his mouth fell open as he viewed the coral inner dampness, glistening like diamonds, topped by the little clitoral nub that seemed to pulse right before his eyes!
"Go on, darling," Monica whispered breathlessly as she lifted her lips from his pulsatingly hard penis. "Kiss it sweetheart! Put your tongue in it!"
Dan pressed his face closer once more, pursing his lips to kiss one side of the soft, hair-fringed opening. The scent of her excitedly flowing juices filled his nose, sharpening the crazed lust that was surging through his inexperienced loins. He thrust his tongue out until it made tentative contact with the titillating velvety moistness and the smooth warm texture of the rubbery flesh sent goose bumps racing over his body while his nostrils flared excitedly with the tangy smell and taste of it.
"Oooooooh, yessssss, that's it, that's exactly right, darling," the lovely auburn-haired woman groaned in wanton delight. "Shove your finger inside me, yessssss. Farther! Oh, sweetheart, you're wonderful!" Her shapely hips gyrated wildly at the delicious shock of his young finger dipping deeper and deeper into her hotly tingling vagina.
Monica felt as though her entire being, body and soul, were being sucked into a wild vortex of irresistible lust from which she would never escape and didn't want to! She felt like a ball of flame was whirling in her loins as she blissfully sucked his rigid, stone-hard cock into her mouth again.
Dan's hips began to jerk against her face and she swiped her tongue around and around the growing glans as he rammed his swollen fleshy cock-pole abandonedly up into her mouth to batter against the back of her throat. Her full heavy breasts danced against his lean writhing belly and she felt the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely and clinging to the thickness of his cock as she sucked voraciously, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every virile thrust of his eager teenage hips. As she felt the youngster's searching lips suddenly electrically graze the tingling bud of her clitoris, she clamped her strong thighs convulsively around his head, locking his face into the fiery center of her being.
Dan felt the corded muscles of her thighs clutch at his ears and heard her moaning around the stiff penis he was pistoning relentlessly in and out of her face. His face was pressed into the clutching pink slit of her pussy while his finger lewdly impaled her loins spread receptively open before his eyes. Her skin felt like silk around his cheeks and the hair of her pussy was like baby lambs' wool tickling his chin. He could see the tiny puckered hole of her anus as well as he could see her cunt, but it was her beautiful moistly fragrant pussy that mesmerized him. He lifted his head a little to move his tongue around, wildly exploring the secret inner folds of his gorgeous lover's femaleness until he discovered that when he touched the little hard button near the top, she trembled all over and her breath came in panting groans of spontaneous delight. He began to nibble gently at its sensitive tautness with his lips while his tirelessly pistoning finger drove in and out of the hot rippling depths of her pussy.
The lovely woman's erotic pleasure was instantly transmitted to him by the way her mouth sucked ravenously at his cock, spurring his own salaciously burgeoning lust in return. The taste of her pussy dribbled down onto his tongue, a sweet musky flavor that was forever imprinted on his senses. His young nostrils flared with the female odor that sex exuded and he jerked his own loins upward, feeling her tongue playing exquisite games with his spasmodically penetrating cock!
Crap! His father would drop dead if he ever saw what they were doing while he was at the roadhouse. Someday, maybe when he was older, Dan thought, he might tell him all about it.
* * *
Guy Russell's long thick cock was growing heavier by the moment, pressuring almost painfully against the confinement of his trousers. It was almost three minutes since he had crept up to the window of the cabin and seen what was occurring on the bed right below his eyes. His first reaction, shock and anger at his son's loss of innocence, had already faded in a hot rush of voyeuristic excitement as he watched and listened to what was happening on the other side of the thin pane of glass. His brown eyes gleamed with animal lust as he observed the beautifully shaped writer straddling his fourteen year old son on the bed in a perverted sixty-nine, not three feet away from where he stood!
He was barely aware of his own panting breath until it began to mist the already foggy window pane and then he moved to another vantage point, a few inches to one side. Shit, he'd never seen anything like it, the way she was grinding her ass down into the kid's face while she practically gobbled up his whole damned prick! He'd been afraid they would have heard the truck when he pulled it up within a few hundred yards of the cabins, but they were too involved to notice anything less than a fire that was actually burning their buttocks. Without consciously thinking of what he was doing, the aroused hunting guide unzipped his trousers and let the thickly swollen length of his turgid cock-shaft spring free into the night air. Christ, he could breathe again!
Guy grasped his pruriently throbbing penis and gaped at the salacious sight before him, barely believing that it was really happening. His little boy was licking the bitch's tight moist cunt like a baby sucking at a tit, holding onto the white softness of her ass-cheeks with one hand while he skewered a finger up into her pussy. Christ, how he wished he were in the kid's place he could almost taste it. And the way she was sucking him like she'd never tasted a cock before and never wanted to let it out of her mouth again! Dan was his father's son all right and Guy was ready to get a little bit of what his boy was obviously enjoying so much!
Monica's magnificent ass-cheeks and cunt were flowered open to his voyeuristic view, hidden only partly by the youngster's bobbing head as he played his tongue inside the damp pink flesh. Christ, Guy thought, his cock was going to blow apart if he couldn't get it inside something soon. Reluctantly leaving the lust-inciting spectacle, he tiptoed over to the door of the cabin, but it wouldn't open. The damned kid had bolted it! Growling in frustration, the big man went back to the window and began to stroke his impatiently pulsing cock feverishly.
* * *
Monica ground her hips down into Dan's face in a writhing squirming lewdness. The smooth flesh of the redhead's inner thighs pressed his face into the moistly curling hair of her loins, her hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a rhythmic sucking motion around his buried finger and tongue. She sucked insatiably at his penis, the fresh flavor of his oozing seminal fluids exciting her beyond all reason, aided and abetted by the blissful touch of his sweet young mouth and tongue on her pussy. Frantically, she drove her hands down beneath the cheeks of his buttocks, lifting their tense hardness while she plunged her mouth down on his burgeoning boy-cock in a wild frenzy. God, she felt as though her cunt was on fire! He was going to bring her to a climax his first time sucking...he really was...!
In the golden lamplight of the cabin, the two writhing bodies were starting to gleam from the sheen of sweat forming over their skin. Dan was reveling in his first full experience of oral sex, things he had heard about at school but never imagined he would be doing with the beautiful sexy writer who had come to stay at their camp. Crap, he could feel his cock going all the way back into the tightness of her throat, while her nose and lips were brushing against the hairs of his pubic mound. It struck him than that his cock wasn't the first one she'd ever sucked. Yeah, there had been others all right...damn them! He wondered if his father had forced her to suck him off! Dan decided that he would beat him up if he had...!
But they were really doing it! His face was working all over her sweet juicy pussy and her head was bobbing up and down like a demon over his rigid cock. He could feel a burning pressure building up to an eruption pitch in his cum-loaded balls and he knew it would not be long now. His cock felt like it was going to break into a million pieces and shoot hot sperm all over the room. His tongue jabbed even deeper into her smoothly contracting cunt, in company with his finger, and he thrust his hips uncontrollably up into her face, hearing a sudden mumble of protest as his young penis bludgeoned into her desperately working throat. But he didn't care now! He'd just start sucking on that sensitized little bud on top of her pussy and she'd start sucking on his cock harder than ever. Man, he'd discovered some great secret, all right!
As he stood outside the window, Guy Russell had reached a peak of blind lust that was un-like anything he had ever experienced. The sight of the voluptuous older woman straddling Dan and sucking every inch of his cock into her ovaled lips while the kid licked and played in her obscenely opened cunt had driven him to pounding his own rock-hard cock in wild fury. He had to get into that goddamned house, but how?
As much as he hated to miss a moment of the lewd spectacle inside, Guy tucked his achingly swollen cock back inside his trousers and moved away in the darkness. Silently, he checked each window to the cabin, discovering at last that he had not latched the kitchen window after he had cooked those ducks in there this afternoon. His breath quickening in anticipation, he climbed over the sill.
Monica was sucking the hot thickness of Dan's stiffly arching cock with all her strength and skill, her lips clasped in a firm grip around his throbbing expanding shaft of penile hardness, while deep inside her the violent spasms of ecstasy began. His wildly sucking mouth and swirling, lashing tongue were driving her over the edge into mind-blowing rapture and she squeezed at his bloated balls, raking her nails tantalizingly over them as her mouth pulled insanely at his rigid length. He had to cum, he had to!
Dan moaned over and over into the moist fragrance of her convulsively clutching vagina, the fire in his balls now unbearably hot. He heard Monica's groans at his furious attack on her flushed sensitive cuntal recesses and then he felt the beautiful writer's supple body begin to quiver and jerk dementedly. Once again the shocking eruption of her orgasm amazed him and he felt his own climax retreating a little as he nibbled wonderingly at her stiffly erected clitoris, holding tight to her passionately trembling, convulsing body. When the sinews of her thighs finally let go their grip on his head, he relaxed back on the bed, ready to let her suck him to his own impending eruption.
"Hey there! Slow down you two!" a big booming voice suddenly filled the cabin. "How about making room for one more!"
"Dad! Oh, no!"
"Oh...oh my God!" Monica gasped as she lifted her head from Dan's lust-bloated cock and saw his father standing beside the bed, his whitely swollen shaft of raging cock-flesh bulging from the open zipper of his trousers. "How...how did you get in?"
"Walked in. It's my house," the big, dark-haired man grinned, his eyes narrowing lustfully as he stared at Monica's naked voluptuous body. "You think I was just going to let you two suck and lick each other while old Daddy was out drinking by himself. I'm not that dumb, honey. Now move that ass around so I can get to it!"
Hesitantly, the lovely auburn-haired woman shifted her legs around so that her pussy was no longer hovering over the boy's face and Dan immediately sat up on the bed, his face white with fright. "Dad, gosh! Are you mad?" he blurted anxiously, his erection slowly deflating as he waited for the explosion from his father. "I...I just thought.. . "
"Don't sweat it, son," Guy chuckled as he unhitched his trousers. "You're a chip off the old block. Aren't many kids around who are smart enough to get into a pussy like that one. Now why don't you shove that cock of yours back in her mouth, while I'll take care of that hungry cunt of hers."
The youth stared at him for a moment, as though unable to comprehend what he was hearing, and then a slow smile began to spread over his face, a young replica of the same lustful expression on his father's features. "Sure, Dad, we'll fuck her silly," he agreed heartily.
Monica could barely believe what was happening to her as she felt her body being twisted and pulled around until she was kneeling on all fours on the rumpled bed, her legs spread wide apart as Guy Russell kneeled up behind her. Before her face, she could see Dan Russell's loins, his heavy young cock rapidly stiffening again as she stared at it in horrified disbelief. They couldn't be doing this to her! She felt like she was in some kind of bad dream as she felt the older man's thickly out-thrusting cock begin to nudge at the seething moist lips of her pussy. She felt him draw the bulbous head upward through the length of her nakedly cringing pussy crevice and then with a hip-thrusting lunge he drove the solid length of turgid, blood-filled flesh deep up into her cunt.
As her body was impaled on the massive cock, she jumped forward in surprise, her startled face running head-on into Dan's hard waiting cock. It rammed past her teeth and lips into the warm cavern of her mouth and she could feel the rubbery knob on the end of the boy's penis sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, droplets of seminal fluid filling her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
"Boy, Dad, she really does know how to suck cock!" she heard Dan cry delightedly over her head. "Crap, look at her mouth! She's got it all!"
"Yeah, son, her pussy's not bad either," Guy gloated from behind the slavishly kneeling woman. "She really knows how to eat a prick, on either end!"
Monica's first reaction was sheer humiliation at the lascivious way her naked body was being used so heartlessly by man and boy, both at one time. It was incredibly degrading, and yet there was nothing she could do to stop them. She was skewered on both ends of her obscenely impaled body, their steel-hard poles digging into her as though she were nothing but a wooden doll with no feeling or intelligence.
For a moment, she tried to struggle away from the perverted rape, but it was useless, as Guy and Dan began to piston their incredibly hard cocks simultaneously up into her two body openings.
But then, as the man and boy kept up their stroking plunges into her filled mouth and pussy with a steady unrelenting rhythm, she barely had a chance to remember her anger. The natural reactions of her nerve endings began to overpower all humiliation and shame and she was aware of nothing so much as the exquisite pleasure of the wonderfully satisfying double-fucking. She could feel Dan's balls dancing against her throat and the short-sandy-colored pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time he shoved forward. Around her waist, she could feel Guy's strong hands clamping tightly to pull her body back and forth over his thickly swollen cock like shoving a hand into a tightly oiled glove.
She ground her lewdly yielding buttocks back hard against Guy's muscular battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her swaying ass-cheeks and the wild fiery sensations that were again building to an orgasmic peak in her loins. She was no longer able to think or feel and, in a near-trance-like state, she watched the length of Dan's boyish cock as it rose from his light patch of pubic hair and disappeared up between her obscenely stretched lips. A white heat rose in her body as she undulated the spread ovals of her ass-cheeks in voluptuous circles around Guy's relentlessly thrusting cock. At the same time, she pulled with her tirelessly working lips on the blood-inflated, rigid cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every loud sucking motion. The kneeling reporter explored its every ridge and wrinkle with her laving tongue, longing for the moment when the teenager would shoot his hot, sweet-tasting sperm far up into her greedily ministering mouth.
Behind her, Guy was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the incitingly quivering cheeks of her upturned buttocks. His hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the soft satiny flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His breath became hoarse and labored and his face twisted into a grotesque mask of lust as he looked down at the lovely woman's full-contoured, bucking body. The obscene spectacle of him and his own son impaling her on both ends sent depraved chills racing up his spine.
"Crap, Dad, she loves it! Look at her go!" Dan cried exultantly as he looked down at her heaving wriggling body below him.
The saliva in Monica's mouth was becoming sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the boyish cock drubbing up into the warmly enclosing depths of her mouth. She could see Dan's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The teenager's fingers were wound tightly into her shiny dark red hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire excitement mounting as the orally impaling penis began to throb and expand in her sucking mouth, ramming forward as far as her tonsils, as though it were trying to collide with the thickly distended cock pistoning into her belly from behind.
She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-shattering orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her roundly squirming buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but to please Dan and his father as well as her beautiful body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own wanton pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her own climax, she felt the huge burgeoning cock fucking into her seething cunt begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept apart as Guy drove powerfully into her, shoving his accelerating penis as far as it could go up into her wildly contracting vagina. She bucked back on it violently as she felt his fluid flooding hotly up into her spasmodically dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst, then dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed back against the older man's ejaculating loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the boy-cock in her wildly sucking mouth to the very hilt.
It too erupted, filling her throat with the boy's delicious, fresh-tasting sperm until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes that bloated her lewdly working cheeks. Her lips clasped tightly around Dan's hotly jerking penis as she gulped eagerly to keep from wasting a single drop of the precious liquid. Still though, tiny droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as the fair-haired youngster finally tugged his spent rod, now gleaming and soft, from her still sucking lips. He collapsed before her on the bed, thin obscene strings of cum still connecting his deflated cock to her glistening lips a few feet away.
Monica skewered her ass-cheeks up tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt and with a moan from between tightly clenched teeth, she felt her whole body explode in a great burst of showering stars, racking her being with an ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly. Her strength was suddenly exhausted and she slipped down on the bed as the older man's satiating cock slipped lifeless out of her wetly drenched pussy. Gushes of cool air suddenly rushed refreshingly over her loins to lave the unplugged opening between her wide-splayed thighs.
"Whew, that was really something!" Dan's panting voice announced breathlessly. "Do you think we could do that again tomorrow, Dad?"
"Sure, why not?" Guy chuckled. "Only let's trade sides next time."
Despite her exhaustion, the free-lance writer felt a fury of indignation rising in her used and beaten body. What was she, just a walking pussy for them to use whenever they felt like it? As she felt someone's hand begin to caress the smooth half-moons of her cum-smeared buttocks, she jerked her body off the bed and quickly slipped on her shoes.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Dan cried from behind her.
Ignoring his question, she picked up her clothes from the chair and walked toward the door.
"You want some company, honey?" Guy's deeper voice taunted her.
"No, thank you," she managed to gasp between the sobs that were rising in her throat as she pulled back the bolt on the door. "I'm going back to my cabin to sleep alone!"
The humiliated city girl stepped out into the darkness, shivering a little as the cold autumn night surrounded her nakedness. She walked quickly back toward the lighted windows of her own cabin, wondering how it was that men, all men, could be so brutal. She had done nothing terrible to the Russells, just as she had been nothing but good to Frank. But with Frank, she might as well admit it, she had grown bored. Tonight, she had not been bored. God, no, she had enjoyed it more than she could bear to think about. What in the world was wrong with her?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her cabin was just filling with the steely blue light of dawn when Monica awakened the next morning, jerking to consciousness from a bad dream. Once she had opened her sleepy green eyes, the dream receded, but the horror and fear stayed with her, making her tremble as she peered apprehensively out from under her blankets. To her relief, she found she was alone in the cabin.
It was probably too early for them to be thinking about women, the reviving redhead thought grimly to herself as she threw back the covers and climbed out of her bed. Braving the chill of the cabin, she walked back to the toilet area and splashed icy water on her face and neck to wake herself up. She was already planning her day's activities and she was hoping she could get everything done before the two Russell men could realize what she was doing. Instead of staying until this afternoon, she intended to pack immediately and drive out of here before they even began to look for her this morning.
After what had happened last night, she knew that neither of them could be trusted to defend her from the other's debasing sexual attacks and she did not want to go through another session of group debauchery like that last one. Neither her nerves nor her self-respect could stand it!
Moving quickly and silently, she tossed a bathrobe over her nakedness and put her big suitcase up on the unmade bed. It was too bad she had to leave like this, she thought as she moved around the room, gathering her things up in her arms. In the two days she had been at Russell's Lodge, she had learned a lot, but unfortunately not about the subject she wanted to know about. Her entire experience with hunting had been those six shots at the ducks and that certainly was not sufficient for the kind of "in depth" article she had planned. She had hoped to pick up ideas as she went along, little pointers and tips that would spur a woman's interest in the sport, but now she supposed that she would have to do hours of library research to even make the article convincing. Even then, it probably wouldn't be very interesting.
Of course, there was always the "My Two Days in an All-Male Hunting Camp" type of story, she thought wryly, but, good God, who would believe it even if she had the nerve to write it? Lord, no, she'd never write it. She just wanted to forget this weekend and as soon as possible! These two days had certainly been a strange way to begin her new independence from men!
The thirty-two year old's pretty face reddened and she slammed the last of her belongings down into the suitcase as she imagined how she must have looked last night, a man's cock driving remorselessly into her pussy from behind while his son fucked mercilessly into her mouth. How could she ever have sunk so low as to actually enjoy the degradation? It was something she would never understand about herself, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.
In the last few years, when she had made love to Frank, the man she was certain she adored, she had almost never been able to reach an orgasm. Brutal as he had been, at least Guy Russell had taken the time to excite her before he had his own climax. And Dan, of course, had been like a breath of fresh air, innocent and wholesome, until last night, when he had joined his father in that savage rape. Once again, she became choked up at the very thought of it and she angrily closed down the lid of her suitcase. Just then she realized that she was still clad only in her bathrobe and with a bitter smile at her own absent-mindedness, she was just reopening the leather bag when she heard the door to her cabin being gently opened.
"What are you doing here?" she cried anxiously, whirling around to see who had come in. She felt slightly relieved when she saw the fair-haired youngster stepping into the room. "Oh, it's you, Dan. What do you want?"
"I...I have to catch the bus for school," the good-looking teenager explained hesitantly. "I just wanted to say good-bye, because I won't be here when you leave."
"To school?" Monica demanded angrily as she realized she was going to be left alone in the remote camp with Guy Russell. "But you said you wouldn't leave me alone with your father!"
The youth blushed and looked down at his feet. "Yeah, well, after last night...I mean, I got him to promise that he wouldn't bother you anymore. I'm awfully sorry about what happened, Miss Scott."
"So am I," Monica said briskly. "Now, if you'll leave, please, I'd like to get dressed."
"Oh, I will right away," he agreed, nodding his head firmly. Then, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Smiling hesitantly, he whispered. "But I wanted to ask you a little favor first. Are you awfully, awfully mad at me?"
"Well, I'm pretty mad," the pretty auburn-haired writer admitted with a little grin. The boy's obvious discomfort was rapidly disarming her and her voice was not so cold as she asked, "Why did you let him do that last night? You know how much I hate him."
"You see, Miss Scott, when I was a kid, he used to whale the dickens out of me when I was bad," the boy explained haltingly. He grimaced and shrugged. "I guess for a moment I was kind of afraid he'd do it again. Then I sort of forgot about what you said about him...I wanted to cum so bad I couldn't stand it.. . "
"Hmmph, that's not a very good reason," she said angrily, turning back to her suitcase to begin pulling clothes out of it again. "What are you going to do when you have a real girl friend? Let your father make love to her, so he doesn't spank you?"
"No, I guess not," he answered slowly, his voice filled with shame. "But, crap, you're so nice to fuck, Miss Scott. In a way, you can't blame him...."
"That's enough, Dan," Monica snapped furiously. His words were bringing back all the things she wanted so desperately to forget and she didn't want to hear anymore. "What do you want from me anyway?"
There was a long silence and when Dan finally answered, she jumped as she realized he had crept up behind her until his voice came from just a few short inches behind her ear.
"Crap, Miss Scott, you're so pretty and you've been so nice to me...I just thought that maybe you wouldn't mind if I asked you to suck my cock just one more time before you left."
"You thought what?" Monica gasped in furious disbelief. He couldn't be serious, she fumed, and if he was, well, she'd set him straight in no time at all! "Look, Dan, I don't know what kind of woman you think I am, but I really can't hey! Stop that!"
The boy smiled cockily behind her as his arms snaked around the redhead's tiny waist, reaching up to teasingly caress the full firm mounds of her breasts through her woolen robe. Ignoring her struggles and angry protests, he thrust one hand eagerly inside the front of the robe and began to pinch gently at the nipple of her right breast while his other arm held her tightly against his body. After Monica had left their cabin last night, his father had explained quite clearly how an unwilling woman should be handled. Dan remembered exactly what the older man had said to him "You just fool around with her until she changes her mind. They always do".
"Aw, come on, admit it," the boy said gleefully as he squeezed and kneaded the proudly up-thrust mound inside her robe. He could feel her nipple getting hard and pointed under his fingers and he chuckled knowingly as he went on, "You like it, don't you."
"No, Dan, I don't," Monica snapped, her trembling voice betraying her even as she spoke. "I hate it, so stop it, please. I have to get dressed."
Dan laughed out loud, then bent down to trace a path down her neck with his lips, kissing and nipping gently from her ear down to her shoulder. Monica cried out angrily, but she shuddered noticeably in his arms and he could feel her struggles becoming weaker. "You like it. Miss Scott," he sand triumphantly. "I can tell, you really do!"
"Damn you, I don't!" Monica almost shrieked as she suddenly wrenched herself from his grip. Her green eyes were flashing with fiery fury as she whirled and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.
Already she could feel the familiar urgent pulsing in her loins and it infuriated her to think that this callow youngster, the same boy she had introduced to sex only yesterday afternoon, was trying to force her to submit to him. "Now do you believe me, you little monster? Now get out of here and leave me alone or, I swear, I'll drive out of here like this!"
The blond teenager was stunned, his hand slowly rising to touch the hot spot on his cheeks where the imprint of her fingers was already turning a dull red. Then, as he touched his face and winced at the tenderness of the skin where she had slapped him, his whole expression changed. The sly cockiness left his features and suddenly he was a little boy again, hurt and bewildered by a punishment he had not expected. His big blue eyes grew wide with surprise and then he turned away from her, blushing again in shame.
"Oh, Dan, I'm sorry if I was cruel," Monica said softly, touched at his obvious distress. Then suddenly realizing that this was exactly what had placed her in that horrible situation the night before, she stamped her foot in exasperation. "Oh honestly! Would you please leave me alone now. We don't have anything more to talk about."
"Oh, Miss Scott, please," the anguished youngster begged. "I just want you to do it one more time. Crap, I may not find another girl who--likes to suck a cock for years!"
God, he was incorrigible, Monica finally realized. He didn't care about her and he wasn't going to leave her alone until she gave in. Well, she was determined not to surrender this time, no matter what he said. Whirling on her heel, she picked up her purse from her bed and walked quickly away from him toward the door. "All right, Dan, if you won't do what I ask, I just have to go like this. Tell your father to give my bag to whomever I get to come for it."
"Tell him yourself, honey. I'm right here."
The curvaceous writer felt her heart sink as Guy Russell's tall brawny form appeared in the doorway, clad only in a short terry cloth bathrobe.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, no," Monica moaned as she realized the chance for escape was gone. As soon as the frantic redhead had awakened that morning, she had known she would have to leave before Guy Russell knew what she was doing or he would undoubtedly try to attack her again. She had been too slow!
"What's the matter, honey? The kid can't get a hard-on?" he taunted her, his lips twisted in a sardonic smile. "I heard you yelling at him. Didn't you get enough last night?"
"Crap, Dad, it wasn't that," Dan blurted out. "She didn't want to do it! She even slapped me!"
"Heh, that wasn't very nice of her," the big, dark-haired man said with feigned dismay. "You probably just didn't handle her right. I told you last night, son. There isn't a woman in the world that's going to argue with a hard cock if you shove it in the right way."
As both father and son began to laugh at Guy's words, Monica lifted her eyebrows in disgust and went over to sit down in the easy chair, her bathrobe pulled tight around her. In the last three days, she had heard enough of the older Russell's comments on women to last her a lifetime and she wasn't about to let him trick her again. Crossing her legs and clasping her hands in her lap, she closed her eyes to wait them out. They could play their word games with each other she was not going to rise to the bait.
"All I wanted was for her to suck my cock before I went to school," the boy explained to his father. "Jeez, she's already done it twice!"
"Maybe she thought you'd had enough," the older man chuckled. Then in a more serious tone, he inquired, "You say she slapped you, huh?"
"Yeah, and really hard too!" the boy cried indignantly. "It still hurts."
Monica heard silence for a moment and she breathed a little easier. Maybe they were going to go away. After all they had put her through in the last two days, at least they could let her leave in peace...
"That was kind of nasty, like maybe she doesn't think you're a real man," Guy's suddenly more ominous voice broke the stillness. "You can't let a woman get away with that, you know."
"Gosh, you're right, Dad," the youngster's voice eagerly agreed. "But what...wow, yeah! Right, that's a great idea!"
Monica's green eyes flew open in sudden foreboding, but she was too late to see anything but the two Russells grinning at each other. She knew abruptly that something horrible was about to happen to her and her gaze flew to the doorway as she tried to determine if she could escape past them.
"You take your clothes, off, son, and I'll warm her up a little."
Monica suddenly knew the hopelessness of her predicament as Guy stepped up to her chair, grinning evilly down at her seated figure. She glared back at him, but her anger seemed only to amuse him.
"When are you going to realize that you really like it, honey?" he asked her with mock concern. "I hate to see you fighting with your better nature all the time. Now look, don't you feel better already?"
With that, he pulled open his own robe, exposing his nakedness below and the thick, upward-arching cock that rose from his hairy loins. Monica stared at it in silent despair for a moment, then turned away, closing her eyes to the lewd spectacle. She should have escaped last night, she thought miserably to herself, while she at least had a chance. Now she was going to have to endure the humiliation and debasement all over again, but this time, she swore, she would not surrender! She braced herself as she suddenly felt Guy's hands on her knees, pulling her robe apart.
"Open up, honey," his voice hissed lewdly at her. "I want to see that pretty pussy of yours."
Monica opened her eyes again and saw that he had knelt down on the floor at her feet. Behind him, in the middle of the room, Dan was hurriedly removing his socks, the last of his clothing. She sobbed, her eyes clenched tightly shut once more and reluctantly spread her legs apart, hoping somehow to get this over with as fast as possible.
"Come on, Dad," Dan's voice urgently penetrated the stillness of the cabin. "Let's fuck her right now."
"Not yet, son. Not until she asks us for it."
Monica wished she could faint. It was unbelievable that this vile man actually expected her to beg to be raped by him and his traitor son. Well, he was going to wait a long time before he heard that!
Guy moved in between her widespread thighs, a broad smile playing lustfully over his lips. Slowly drawing the two sides of her robe apart, he worked his fingers up over her slender waist and up to the tips of her proudly swelling breasts. He was going to miss her when she left the camp he really enjoyed watching her fall apart against her will.
Monica's nipples were growing harder and harder under Guy's gentle manipulation. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of excitement racing from the rosy peaks of her breasts down to her obscenely exposed loins, but he was too skillful. His unwanted ministrations were unmistakably beginning to arouse her.
"Crap, her cunt's getting wet, Dad!" Dan cried excitedly. "She really digs that! Look at her!"
Guy continued his massage as Monica sat with her legs spread, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt in her life. Her pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew the teenage boy was standing there staring into the unprotected widespread lips of her pink wet vagina while his father was cold-bloodedly working over her body like a master musician tuning a violin.
She cried out involuntarily as his hands drifted down to the sensitive crevice between her legs. His fingers brushed teasingly inside the tender outer lips of her pussy and she jumped, startled by the electrifying contact.
"You can tell she hates it, son," Guy joked as his fingers continued their skillful exploration of her unwilling cuntal furrow.
"Oh, please, stop it! For God's sake, won't you leave me alone!" the pretty writer finally cried in desperation.
But her cries went unheeded as Guy slipped one finger up into the smooth wet cavern of her vagina. She quivered as his nails scraped the side of her soft, hair-framed cuntal entrance and then the pain was gone as he began a steady pistoning rhythm of his lewdly penetrating finger in and out of her velvet cunt. His thumb flicked at the tautly rising bud of her clitoris and the fire slowly began to kindle in her loins. Dan moved in closer, almost drooling now from the excitement of watching his dad and the subserviently sitting older woman. He reached out to clamp one of his hands around one of her heaving, cream-white breasts and squeezed it hard.
"What great tits," he sighed almost reverently. "Did you ever see tits like hers before, Dad."
"Plenty, son," the older man laughed, "but
I've fucked some of the best bodies around."
Monica tried to block their obscene conversation from her mind. Their coarseness was staggering and her mind boggled at the unreality of it all. This was the kind of thing that happened in books or dirty movies. How could it be happening to her?
In spite of herself, her lasciviously titillated vagina was moistening around Guy's pistoning fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny unthinking rotating movement. Then Guy made a sudden movement and pushed in a second finger, all the way up to the deepest part of Monica's wide-stretched pussy. She cried out at the sudden searing sensation of pain that accompanied the violent thrust, straining to get away from the hideous brutalization of her body, but Dan suddenly gripped her shoulder, pressing her tightly back into the chair.
Monica sucked in her breath as a sudden perverse thrill rushed through her. She was being used against her will by these two males and in a weird, unexpected way, she was beginning to enjoy it. After all, she was helpless. So let them give her pleasure. She would accept it...and enjoy it! If they were evil, she could be evil too! She would not let them get the better of her again. Her legs began to tense with each thrusting penetration of Guy's fingers up into her moistly clenching pussy. Then she willfully spread her thighs even farther apart.
"Crap, Dad, she's really getting excited now!" Dan panted, reaching down to pinch the smooth satiny flesh of Monica's slowly gyrating hips. The boy's breath was coming in short uneven gasps and he could feel his achingly growing cock stiffening to its full erect size.
"Yeah, look at her grind that pussy of hers," Guy smirked. "I told you she'd come around."
Monica deliberately let herself go. She could feel Dan's fingers digging down between the chair cushions and her buttocks, kneading salaciously at the soft burning mounds. Her cunt felt suddenly independently alive to her and she wanted to have it filled even more than it was being filled by Guy's impaling fingers. She drove her firmly undulating buttocks lewdly against Dan's hand, squirming and moaning with deliberate abandon. Anything they could do now would only make her more excited, she knew. She was completely ready to be a debased object for their lust and for her own rising desires.
Then young Dan's lips were at her breasts, pulling and twisting the pinkly stiffened nipples while she felt wetness seeping from her hungrily working pussy.
"She's getting really wet now," Guy gloated. "It won't be long...."
"Yeah. I can't wait to get my cock in her," his blond son breathed. He had found a new occupation. Pulling her ass-cheeks forward in the chair a little, he moved his hand down to the enticing crevice of her buttocks and poked one finger up into the tiny puckered opening of her forbidden anus.
"She's got a nice ass too, Dad. This hole's really tight." With a grunt, he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle.
"Noooo!" Monica groaned at the sudden pain, arching her back to escape the inhuman attack. But Guy finger-fucked even harder up into her automatically responding vagina, forcing her back down onto Dan's insinuating finger in her rectum.
"Stoooooppp!"
Guy winked at his son and they both suddenly stopped their pistoning movements in her anus and vagina at the same moment.
"Did you say something, honey?" Guy inquired with a little smile.
"Would you rather we fucked you?"
"No," she snapped angrily and was instantly sorry as they resumed their movements inside the two vulnerable openings in her nakedly defenseless loins, the pain unbearable in her burning anus as Dan's finger sawed brutally in and out. "Yes, yes, fuck me!" she gasped in anguish.
The fingers, all three of them, suddenly pulled out of her body. "Why didn't you say that was what you wanted before," Guy grinned. "We wouldn't have wasted all this time."
Monica's hands were grasped by Guy and, as he stood up, she felt herself being pulled up from the chair until she stood before the dark-haired man. She stared with unflinching dislike into his amused brown eyes until he raised his hand and then suddenly she cringed back away from him.
"Hold her, Dan," the older man directed his son with a wink. "I want to show you something about women."
The curvaceous writer felt her younger lover's hand clamp around her elbows, holding her securely in place before his father. Then, with a slyly knowing grin, the older man reached down between her firm white thighs and began to slide his fingertips over the still-flushed and swollen outer lips of her pussy. Monica quivered involuntarily as he pinched at the distended bud of her tautly throbbing clitoris. No matter how much she hated herself for it, she could not help responding to his knowing touch and her body began to tremble as her knees weakened like jelly. Moaning softly from between her lustfully parted lips, she pressed her needing loins against the hardness of his hand, trying to absorb even more of the delicious sensation. He curled his finger up into the hot velvety moistness of her pussy and she gasped in delight. It was so good she couldn't control herself. She wanted more.
"Tell us what you want," Guy commanded with a sadistic leer. "Tell us, honey."
"For God's sake, I want you to fuck me!" she finally gasped out bitterly. "I want you to shove your cock up into my pussy and fuck me! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"That is, honey," he snickered lewdly. "Now come on over here and hop on it. We're going to give you the ride of your life!" He sat down on the chair she had just left and leaned back, spreading his legs so that his thick, rock-hard shaft speared obscenely into the air.
Monica stared at it in mingled longing and disgust. Finally, moving like someone in a dream, she wrenched herself from Dan's grip and walked over to the chair. She climbed onto it, her knees splayed on either side of Guy's hips.
Immediately, she felt his teasing fingers smoothing up over her sensitive inner thighs to her throbbingly tight vaginal opening, spreading the fleshy hair-fringed lips to expose the moist inner pinkness to his lusting gaze.
While she mewled with unwilling desire, his fingertips began to work furiously over her tiny turgid clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state of erection until, with a throaty moan of surrender, Monica reached down between her own thighs and grabbed his heavily swollen cock, trying desperately to thrust the blood-engorged male organ up into the need-racked narrowness of her waiting cunt.
"Oh, help me!" she wailed frantically as she wriggled her burning pussy over the blunt knob of her awesomely towering member. "It won't go in! It's too big!"
Her full rounded breasts quivered with the wildness of her movements as she futilely attempted to stuff the thick turgid cock-head into her hungrily waiting passageway. But just then, Guy clasped his big hands around her willowy waist and watched as she pressed the pole's fleshy swollen tip between the tingling lips of her pussy. When he knew that the position was right, Guy tightened his grip around her waist and pressed down, ramming his thick penis right up into her body.
The lovely auburn-haired woman moaned hoarsely at the painful natural resistance of the narrow elastic cuntal opening against the brutal pressure of the swollen rubbery head. But then suddenly it jammed past the tightness of her outer pussy-lips and thundered upward into the sensitive yielding vaginal heat beyond. With a husky animal cry, Monica began to sink down on the impressively swollen penis as Guy thrust his hips upward to slide his throbbing cock into her hot receptive cunt like a greased piston driving up into her yearning loins.
Tensing the sinews of her thighs so that her knees tightened around Guy's hips, Monica slipped down lower and lower on the lust-bloated cock, gasping with obscene delight as she impaled herself on the unbending fleshy shaft. Then, grasping his broad shoulders for support, she lifted herself up on her knees until the heavy cock-length glistening from her secretions, came lewdly into view. With a breathless moan of rapture, she drove her hips back down again, skewering herself on his upwardly impaling cock until it crashed bluntly against her cervix. The inflamed woman began to jerk rhythmically up and down, sliding her voracious pussy over his eagerly distended hardness with increasing speed until she felt as though she were about to have a breathtaking orgasm from her own wanton manipulations.
"Hey, slow down a minute, honey. Things haven't even got started yet," the dark-haired man informed her with a lewd grin as she writhed insanely over his loins. "If you like one cock that much, think of how much better it would be with two of them."
"Oh, yes...no...please, just fuck me," Monica gasped in impassioned confusion. She began to move faster, feeling the familiar heat beginning to build in her loins as her rushing climax came closer and closer. A fiery tingling was beginning to spread thrilling from the center of the pistoning rod buried up in her hotly clutching vagina as oblivious to everything around her, she gyrated her hips up and down its rigid length.
Then, suddenly, the lust-crazed woman gasped in alarm as she felt Guy's hand slipping back over her wildly pumping hips to grasp her firm gyrating buttocks, the strong fingers drawing the soft yielding cheeks wide apart. Her own orgasm agonizingly close, Monica angrily tried to wriggle away from the distracting sensation of his fingertips playing over the tiny puckered ring of her anus. She tried to tense her buttocks together, but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. Her satin-smooth ass-cheeks were stretched cruelly away from each other until she could feel the cool air of the cabin rushing in to lave the warm interior between her lasciviously parted thighs.
"Oh, don't do that, please!" she begged desperately as she felt her climax, once so thrillingly close, begin to retreat. "I'm almost ready to cum!"
"Don't worry, honey, we're going to take care of you," Guy coolly informed her as he began to thrust his hips upward again, pistoning his stone-hard penis in and out of her orgiastically burning vaginal passage. "Dan's got a little surprise for you. You ever been screwed in your ass-hole?" , "No! You can't! My God, that's insane!" she cried in horrified protest as the vile meaning of his words suddenly penetrated her impassioned brain. He was going to force his son to make love to her in her tiny virginal back passage! It was inhuman! That nightmare last evening with the two of them was nothing compared to this outrage! It would kill her to have the boy's penis shoved in there!
The fearful redhead heard the teenager moving up behind her and she twisted her head to look at him resting his knees between Guy's outstretched legs. She tried to clench her buttocks away as she felt the youngster's fingers begin to tentatively probe at her tender little anus, but it was useless as his father suddenly grabbed her hips and began to powerfully lift her body up and down like a limp sack of potatoes, skewering her mercilessly on his relentlessly pulsating shaft of surging cock-flesh.
"Dan, please, that's sick! You can't do that to me!"
"That's what they all say, son," Guy advised his son between breaths as he continued to fuck tirelessly up into Monica's pussy. "Just stretch it out a little with your fingers. Then we'll both fuck her together."
Dan nodded excitedly and continued to probe for a minute with the tip of his finger at the outer edges of the small elasticized circle. Then, with an obscene grin etched on his handsome young features, the boy shoved forward, sinking one finger up into the tight little opening. She cringed from the unexpected impalement but kept silent. She would not let them hear her beg for mercy again!
Almost trembling with his prurient excitement, the school boy worked his finger around in the clutching wrinkled passage as Monica's body was propelled up and down on his father's steadily bucking loins. As the discomfort of the buried finger began to fade, Monica relaxed a little and began to move her hips voluntarily to meet each powerful thrust of the thick cock pounding up into her cunt, grazing her cervix on every stroke and filling her with blissful satisfaction. For a rapturous moment, the obscene intrusion into her narrow rectum actually felt good, intensifying all her sensations, but then suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger wedging up inside the tightly resisting opening, stretching her cruelly. This time it did hurt and she jerked away from it in an anguished attempt to escape the brutal skewering fingers.
Her words of protest caught in her throat as the father grabbed her and firmly pushed her back toward his son, impaling her firmly on his powerfully up-thrusting cock. She tried again to wrench her buttocks away but it was useless. What had at first seemed like little more than a cruel joke, designed to humiliate and frighten her, was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying reality.
Both males held her firmly while the boy wormed his finger more and more confidently up into her wide-stretched anal passage, turning and twisting them in the spasmodically clasping hole in lewd preparation for the greater entry to come. The pain began to lessen once again until the lovely writer almost began to enjoy the feel of the unnatural reaming. Then, without warning, the two fingers were pulled out of her gradually dilating rectum.
The teenager's fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, her greedy elastic anal ring clinging to them until they popped free with an obscene sucking sound. The aroused youngster bent forward, dropping his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the forbidden crevice between them, moistening the tiny wrinkled hole with his tongue. Monica quivered at the strange sensation and Guy stopped his rhythmic fucking motions. The frightened writer saw him nod to his son.
Behind her the youngster grasped harshly at her flaring hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his rigidly swollen cock into the moist naked split of her excitedly drenched pussy. He moved his penile hardness up and down the full length of her cuntal furrow until his achingly rigid member was completely moistened with her passionate wetness. Then she felt Guy's hands around her waist, lifting her again, higher and higher until she was free of the impalement of his staunchly up-thrust penis. He then forced the woman down to a kneeling position on the floor, sliding under her so she was" straddling his up-thrust cock. Kneeling on the floor behind her, Dan gripped his urgently pulsing rod and guided it forward until the throbbing head just barely touched her slightly stretched anus.
"No, Dan. Don't do it. Please, you'll tear me apart!"
Monica pleaded in desperation as she felt the swollen bulbous tip searching and pressuring into the wriggling valley of her firmly rounded buttocks. She tried desperately to get away, but both father and son held her securely pinioned between them. Then she felt a direct pressure against her sensitive nether opening that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into an unrelenting hardness. It was too big! It would never fit! Just the knobby head felt huge against her tiny cringing opening! It would rip her belly apart!
"Oh, Dan, noooooo! Pleeeeeease!"
Her moan pierced the expectant silence of the cabin as she suddenly felt the tightly resisting nether ring of her anus give way before the unyielding pressure of Dan's insistent cock. The roundly dilated head popped inside with a sudden rush and the blinding pain of the unnatural intrusion vibrated through every fiber of her violated being as she babbled incoherent pleas for mercy. She felt like someone was driving a log up into her rectum and she quivered in helpless torment.
"Take it out! For God's sake, Dan, you're killing me!" she moaned. Desperately she flailed her whitely up-thrust buttocks in an agonized attempt to free herself from this obscene impalement, but her every movement only seemed to drive the incredibly thick shaft farther up into her cringing rectal passage.
Dan was beyond hearing her begging cries and he leaned back to watch as his cock slid up into the tightly ovaled opening, the muscles of his lean stomach standing out as he pressed forward. His fingers dug into the firmly yielding roundness of her buttocks, holding her still as his merciless pole plowed ever deeper. His eyes closed in ecstasy as, inch by inch, he drove his swollen hard cock up into her hotly clasping anal passage, until, with one final jerk of his hips, he was embedded to the hilt in her defiled rectum. He was all the way in!
Tears of anguish welled up in Monica's green eyes as the boy's cock flexed experimentally within her brutalized back passage. She tried to hold herself still, afraid of the pain that would result if she moved even a fraction of an inch. A curtain seemed to have come down on her life as it had been before this horrible moment, and what sort of person she would be or how she could come out fron this brutal sodomizing dual rape by these two lust-maddened males was more than she could bear to think about. She sobbed helplessly, her head dropping down onto her chest.
The older man laughed. "Just relax, honey. You'll get used to it in a minute." He ran his hands down over her tightly clenched ass-cheeks and added, "In fact, you're going to love it!"
Monica willed herself to relax, to be calm despite her desperate desire to escape. Incredibly, she felt her cruelly widened rectum beginning to relax, just as the woodsman had said. Then Guy, grinning knowingly at her look of surprise, jerked her down toward his own hard waiting penis. It slithered tightly into the moist open channel of her pussy and the ravished woman moaned as she realized she was hopelessly impaled on the two rampaging cocks.
She could feel the rigid thickness of the boyish cock in her anus rubbing tightly against Guy's massively dilated member wedged up into her wetly flowing vagina, barely separated by the thin membrane between her cunt and her narrow back passage. At a signal from his father the boy withdrew his embedded cock a little way, then gently stroked back into her elastically heated rectum, and she suddenly realized that the agonizing pain she had suffered only moments before was changing, becoming weirdly pleasurable. She tentatively started to move her hips back to meet the jerking thrusts of Dan's lewdly pounding loins.
There was no further delay. Dan began to fuck furiously up into the tender inner depths of her rectum while his father began thrusting deep up into her cunt with long hard strokes that sent his buttocks surging up off the floor beneath him. As if by arranged signal, both father and son pulled their fiery rods almost out of her panting body, leaving only the swollen, lust-bloated heads within her tight-stretched pussy and her ravished sphincter. Then, at the same moment, they drove far up into her violated womb so that she was raised inches into the air and squealed in amazed delight. Moving in unison, they began to buffet her body between them like a mindless sack of foam rubber, and her gasping cries lengthened out into one single low moan of pleasure as they smacked into her doubly skewered body with increasing passion. She was actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of being screwed by Guy Russell in her hotly eager cunt while his teenage son plunged his hard cock into her stretched anal passage.
It didn't matter anymore that one of them had raped her, over and over again, that she had wantonly stolen the innocence of the other. It was impossible to remember anything but the beautiful almost masochistic joy she found in the sheer helplessness of her position. The very idea that she was being sodomized and fucked in her cunt by two men at the same time filled her with a strange kind of rapture and she writhed her hips in wild abandonment, sinking as much of their surging hardness into her rectum and vagina as she could possibly contain. She squeezed her cunt muscles and clenched her taut round buttocks to share with the two Russell men the same pleasure they were bestowing on her. A magnificent, almost volcanic sensation was building steadily up inside her and she felt that something bigger than she had ever known before. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling and she was coated with sweat as she thrust back with all her strength against the twin onslaughts.
"Oh, ooooooh, fuck meeeeeeeeee!" she suddenly groaned as the waves of exquisite, brain-reeling orgasm suddenly flooded her body, surging through her loins until she forgot everything in the world but what she was feeling, the glorious sensations that were pounding through her obscenely racked body like stormy surf.
"Crap, Dad. Look at her go!" Dan cried breathlessly to his father as they felt her body quivering spasmodically around their sunken hot cocks.
"Keep on fucking her, son. She's not finished yet," Guy grunted as he rammed his slowly burgeoning penis hard up into her moist clasping pussy, reveling in the sensation of her velvety inner flesh rippling around his rigid cock-length. "We're going to give her a screw she'll never forget!"
His bone-hard cock driving in and out of her inflamed back passage, Dan could find no answer but a helpless nod as he felt her working inner muscles clamp around his plunging, engulfed penis as another orgasm shuddered through her dual-ravished body. The inflamed woman was completely out of control now, her hoarse cries of depraved wantonness ringing out in the room as she throbbed out an ecstatic climax that seemed to go on forever, her clenching cunt gushing forth obscene evidence of her passion.
As the exquisite convulsion passed, Monica collapsed against Guy's chest, momentarily exhausted. The thought flashed through her mind that this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her in her life, no matter how unpleasantly it had started. Perhaps Guy Russell had known what he was talking about all along that making love was really no better than fucking, just a matter of the right cock and the right pussy getting together. In one dazzling flash of understanding, she realized what her new "independence" really was a desperate flight from the idea that the man she loved only wanted to fuck her and no more. Well, was that so bad? She had her own life now. She could afford to enjoy her lush sensuous body as long as it didn't get in the way of her new career as a writer!
Monica almost laughed out loud from the sheer joy of her discovery, but at that moment her breath was whipped away by the driving momentum of the two men slamming their hotly distending cocks into the twin openings in her impaled loins. Again and again, they were thrusting into her, fucking faster until she gasped desperately for breath, her reddish curls spilling and bouncing around her passion-flushed face as she began to work again to get the most sensation from their steadily accelerating pace.
Then, suddenly, Monica heard a low animal-like groan erupt from deep in the throat of the sweating pumping man filling the eagerly working wetness of her cunt with his thick cock. She peered down between her heaving white breasts and her brain reeled anew as she saw the base of his glistening penis that was beginning to throb out its boiling hot sperm deep inside her greedily sucking pussy. She could see it jerking upward and tunneling its way as deep into her as it could possibly go to shoot its raging sperm flood far, far up into her wildly contracting belly.
"Oh, honey, fuck it, fuck it...I'm cumming!" Guy cried out. He jammed up into her crazily, causing her to jump from the pain as the blunt head of his towering cock collided against her tender cervix, then slipped uselessly from her cunt as creamy sperm began to drip out of her and down onto his completely drained testicles.
She could feel the boy's hot load building up to the bursting point as his own inflated penis thickened and flexed in her desperately contracting rectum and she clamped ever harder on its rampant hardness to speed his orgasm.
Suddenly she felt the heated bubbling river of his cum begin to shoot into her convulsively clenching anus as she pitched out of control into her own final orgasm. The excruciating pleasure rippled through every muscle and bone in her body in almost electrical shocks as she could feel the jerking pulsation of his spewing cock emptying its deposit of teeming love juices deep, deep up into her expanded rectum.
At last, as Dan's deflating cock slipped out of her forever-stretched anus, she felt her body shudder violently with its last surges of orgasmic pleasure. Then she fell limply forward to rest on Guy's broad hairy chest. She knew that what she was feeling then was bliss sheer, unadulterated bliss and she knew she would never be the same again. She felt no shame, only a little regret that she had wasted so much time worrying about finding a true love, something that would surely come in its own time. But meanwhile, she was free at least, free to enjoy herself however she wanted with whomever she wanted until the right man came along. How could she worry about what had just happened when everyone had obviously had such a good time, she thought with a little giggle of delight at her discovery.
Guy heard her and looked down at the tousled auburn head that rested on his shoulder. "You still planning on leaving right away?" he inquired with a satisfied chuckle. "What about some breakfast first?"
Monica looked up at him and smiled shyly, blushing a little as she realized how stupid she had been. "I guess I could use some food," she said finally. "And thank you. I guess I'm glad I didn't get out of here so fast. That was fantastic."
"Boy, it sure was," Dan sighed, from where he lay sprawled on the floor behind them. He looked uncertainly up at his father as he added. "I guess I missed the school bus too, huh, Dad?"
"Yeah, I guess you did. So you can cook breakfast for me and the pretty lady here," he dryly informed his son. "We ought to give her a proper send-off at least."
"Hey, wait a minute," Monica protested, wearily lifting her head again. "I've got a story to write and I still don't really know anything about duck-hunting. Isn't there anything more you could tell me?"
Both man and son laughed at her question. "Crap, yes," Dan exclaimed. "Wow, you haven't even seen the other guns or the decoys. We could show you how to use the whistle and "
"Hey, hold on, kiddo," Guy interrupted.
"That's men's business!"
Monica stared at the boy's father levelly, frowning at first, then breaking into a slow grin as she reached down to poke at his softened cock with a slender finger. "So is that," she said coolly. "But I enjoy it just as much as you do."
He looked at her in astonishment and then burst out laughing. "Okay, honey, you win, but God help us the day women start coming in here."
"What do you mean?" she teased as she got up from the chair. "You didn't do too badly with this one."
CHAPTER TEN
The falling snow muffled the city noise outside as Monica poured her second cup of coffee in the living room of her New York City apartment. November was just barely started, but winter was already hitting the city and she was glad that her next story was going to be about Marlin fishing in Baja California. She was leaving tomorrow afternoon and by that time, unless the snow continued, New York was going to be one big puddle of gray slush. It seemed incredible that after just one story, she was now a staff member of the sporting magazine, all expenses paid for any story she wanted to write.
Still, she thought wryly, she had earned her initiation into the fraternity of sports writers. She would always remember those three days at Black Trout Lake as one of the most hair-raising experiences of her life. Luckily for her, she'd had enough sense to make it come out for the best. Her life was a lot easier now.
At the thought of Russell's Lodge, the redhead's eyes fell to the two letters that lay on the coffee table in front of her. Her neighbor had just brought them up from the mail boxes in the lobby of the apartment building. As she looked at the return addresses, Monica had a hard time deciding which to open first. Finally, she picked up the one from the magazine.
She smiled as she read the letter from her new editor, praising her duck-hunting article. They were already planning a big layout for the story and even a little write-up on her, to introduce her to the regular readers. It was like a dream come true. Stapled to the letter was a check for a thousand dollars. She stared at it, not believing her eyes at first. Why, that was more than six weeks' pay at the newspaper!
Still glowing, she reached down to the table for the other envelope. It was addressed to her and the return address was a post office box in Wisconsin. She was almost afraid to open it, but when she had the letter out and began to read it, her smile returned.
She read:
Honey:
Dan and I have been talking about you ever since you left. We've had a full house every weekend and a few men staying right through the-week, but the camp seems awfully quiet since you left. The kid and I were grouching at each other for days before we realized what we were missing you.
You're probably pretty busy in the city now, but you never did argue too much about what I said about city men. I guess you might like to know that you got a couple of men here in the country who'd be happy to see you if you wanted to come back. Why don't you come and see us?
Yours, Guy Russell
P.S. Dan's got four days off from school at Thanksgiving.
Monica's green eyes were sparkling as she gently replaced the letter in the envelope. In her mind's eyes she could already see the dark man and his blond son, and the thought of them brought a tingling warmth to her loins. She'd make it a fast trip to Baja California, she quickly decided, and write her fishing story from her notes, sitting in front of a warm fire at Russell's Lodge.
