Her entire body was shaking with passion and her eyes were wild with sex-fever as Jim yanked the table out of the floor mount, turned it around and pulled the steel support out of it.
"What you gonna do?" Rhonda asked.
"Make a bed!" Jim tried to hurry, but his fingers were shaking so bad he fumbled with the thing. "This table converts to a bed and I'm gonna screw Trudy on it."
"Ohh-h-h...." Trudy moaned. "You better hurry, or I'm gonna let Rhonda eat my pussy!"
She was quivering all over; he knew her twat would be moist and hot. She stood with her eyes closed, rubbing her hand between her legs, and it looked like she was ready to come.
"Forget the mattress!" he groaned as he dropped the table into place. "Lay down here!"
He grabbed Trudy and threw her on the table-bed so hard she yelped with pain. Then he ripped her pants off with one savage tear and plunged his massive hose deep within her slimy love-hole.
CHAPTER ONE
"That blonde last night was a poor piece of ass," Jim frowned as he put the coffee pot on the stove and looked out the window. "I should have fucked that waitress instead."
"I can't complain," Trudy smiled as she climbed out of bed and stretched in the early morning coolness. "That guy from Texas had a cock the size of a two pound trout! He sure screwed the shit out of me!"
"You always get lucky, Trudy," Jim answered as he stared through the window at the blue lake, watching the rising sun glint on the water. "You always end up with a good fuck."
"That's because I like to screw!" she giggled, rubbing her ripe titties. "No matter who fucks me, I like it!"
"Yeah, I know you do." He turned and smiled at her, wondering how anyone so young and beautiful could be a nymphomaniac. "You're still the best lay I ever had!"
It was true, and, as he stared at her lush young body he felt his cock get hard. It would be fun to screw Trudy right now, to push her back in the camper bed and stick his prick in her hot young cunt.
When he first met Trudy, she was hitchhiking with a girl friend to a rock festival in Omaha. He offered them twenty bucks to have a sex party they quickly accepted.
"Sure, Mister!" Trudy had agreed. "We like to fuck. That's why we're going to the festival!"
Jim wanted to screw her so bad he parked alongside the highway and hustled her into the camper. Her friend Ronda followed, but Jim didn't give a shit about her. Trudy was the sexpot!
"Gee, it's real nice in here!" Trudy smiled when she climbed into the camper. "Do you live in it?"
"Not really." Jim felt his prick throb as he stared at her swollen tits. "I'm on vacation, just bumming around. Once in awhile I stop to fish but mostly I'm just seeing the country."
"That sounds like fun!" Trudy smiled. "I wish I could do it."
"Why not?" he invited. "The camper sleeps six. Come with me if you want."
"What about Ronda?" Trudy asked.
"She can come, too."
"I'd like to," Ronda sighed. "But I promised to meet Rocky at the festival. I think I'll go on; you can stay if you want, Trudy."
"Maybe I will!" she said as she looked around at the paneled interior and the compact living quarters. "Looks like all the comforts of home, and it sure is pretty."
"You're pretty, too," Jim said, touching her soft cheek.
"Ohh-h-h...!" she gasped with instant passion. "Oh Christ, I'm hot already!"
She came into his arms like a fireball, kissing him frantically and squashing her ripe titties against his chest. Her tongue was a darting name, flicking in and out of his mouth while she pressed her cunt hard against his groin.
"God, but you're beautiful!" Jim panted as he massaged her tits. "Let's fuck!"
"Oh, you better hurry...!" Trudy gasped. "I think I'm gonna come in my pants!"
Her entire body was shaking with passion and her eyes were wild with sex-fever as Jim yanked the convertible table out of the floor mount, turned it around and pulled the stainless steel support out of it.
"What you gonna do?" Ronda asked.
"Make a bed!" Jim tried to hurry, but his fingers were shaking so bad he fumbled with the thing. "This table converts to a bed, and I'm gonna fuck Trudy on it!"
"Ohh-h-h...!" Trudy moaned. "You better hurry, or I'm gonna let Ronda suck my cunt...!"
She was quivering all over; he knew her little pussy would be moist and hot. She stood with her eyes closed, rubbing her hand between her legs, and it looked like she was ready to have an orgasm.
"Forget the mattress!" he groaned as he dropped the table into place so that it formed a bed. "Lay down here!"
He grabbed Trudy and threw her on the table-bed so hard she yelped with pain. Then he ripped at her pants with frantic fingers.
"I can't get the fucking things off....!" Jim groaned as he tried to pull them off her hips. "They're too goddam tight!"
"Let me do it!" She raised her hips and forced her pants down. With a deft movement she tore them from her perfect thighs and kicked them onto the floor.
"Oh boy...!" Jim groaned. "You ain't got no panties on! Oh yeah, look at that naked cunt...!"
He was trembling and couldn't get his zipper down, so Ronda reached over to help him.
"Let me help you," she whispered excitedly. "I like to feel big cocks in my hand!" His prick flopped out like a redwood when she got his fly open.
"Oh Christ...!" he moaned. "Look at that pretty cunt! You ain't got much hair on it, Trudy! Oh Lord, that's beautiful!"
"Hurry!" she panted, spreading her legs until he could see the cleft in her swollen cunt lips. "For Christsakes hurry...!"
Ronda had taken hold of his prick, and was cooing like a dove as she stroked it back and forth. He knew he was ready to come, and when she got down on her knees to lick it, he knocked her away.
"Jesus Christ don't waste it!" Jim cursed. "I've gotta fuck that young cunt...!"
"Hit me again, Mister!" Ronda hissed through her teeth. "I like it, Mister! It feels so good!"
"Fuck you!" he groaned, trying to unbutton his shirt. With one lust-crazed pull he ripped it off! He quickly knelt down in front of Trudy's glistening young cunt.
"Man, look at that!" he moaned as he stared at her naked cunt. "Look how swollen and ripe the lips are! God, it looks like a ten-year-old pussy...!"
"Ohh-h-h ...!" Trudy panted. "Do it to me! FUCK ME HARD! STICK IT IN AND FUCK ME HARD...!"
"I gotta kiss it first!" he whispered. "I ain't never ate a pussy before, but I gotta eat it! Oh man, that's beautiful!"
He forced his head between her legs, pressing his mouth over her steaming cunt. Her soft, blonde hairs tickled his lips as he closed his eyes and buried his tongue inside of her.
"Yeee-H-i-i-eeeee...!" Trudy screamed, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "I'm coming! OH GOD, I'M GONNA COME!"
Her hips were thrashing so hard that he had a difficult time holding her steady enough to lick her cunt, but it tasted so sweet, and it was so soft and vulnerable, ' that he rammed his tongue deep inside until his teeth were biting into her tender pussy lips.
"Oww-ww...!" she screamed. "That hurts! Bite it harder! Eat it all! Chew the fucking thing right out...!"
She came so violently that her love juice spurted into his mouth. She yanked his head between her legs, desperately trying to fuck him in the face.
"Do it some more!" she groaned. "Lick it for me! Do it all the time! Oh fuck, I love it! Oh God, I'm ready to come again! Oh God, it feels good!"
Jim could tell from her frantic movements that she was getting ready to blast off again. His nuts were aching with jism as he jumped up suddenly and pointed his cock at her quivering cunt.
"I gotta fuck it!" he groaned. "I'm gonna come all over your guts if I don't let me get it in!"
"Do it!" she squealed. "Ram it in me! Fuck me hard and make me come!"
Jim mumbled painfully as he knelt between her legs and guided his swollen cock to the lips of her young cunt. Trudy begged him to shove his massive cock deep into her pulsating pussy. She was writhing so furiously in heat that Jim had a difficult time getting his cock between the lips of her cunt, but Ronda sat next to her and held her steady. Jim breathed a sigh of satisfaction as he watched the head of his cock slip inside Trudy's swollen cunt.
"That's it!" Ronda hissed. "Jab it in her! Ram it in all the way and make her squeal!"
"Yeah!" Jim shuddered with ecstasy as his prick forced its way inside. "Oh yeah! Man that feels good! Oh Christ, she sure is tight!"
He fell on top of her and rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, feeling the incredible tenderness of her cunt as it wrapped around the throbbing shaft of his prick.
"Oww-w-wooowwhhh...!" Trudy gasped painfully. "Ohh-h, it hurts!"
"Fuck her hard!" Ronda muttered as she pushed down on Jim's naked buttocks. "Ram it in all the way! Fuck the shit out of her!"
"I'm coming!" Jim gasped. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna come! Ohhh!"
He felt the hot juice burst out of his balls and squirt pleasurably down the long shaft of his prick to spatter inside her tender cunt. Trudy screamed, and pounded her bare ass violently against the hard tabletop. "Oooww-eee-iiii! I'M COMING AGAIN!" She shuddered violently beneath him, then lay still as he slowly stopped jabbing at her cunt.
It was marvelous to lie on top of a beautiful young girl and feel satisfied, he thought, to have your cock soaking in her soft pussy and feel the heat of her quivering body communicate satisfaction between them. He wanted to lay there the rest of the day, to relax and sleep on top of this lovely young creature.
But Ronda had other ideas.
"You gotta screw me, too!" she panted as she pulled at him. "You gotta fuck me, too! I'm all hot now and I want a fuck real bad!"
Jim ignored her. In desperation Ronda got on top of him and dry-fucked his bare ass.
"Ohhh-h-h...!" she moaned. "Oh no! I gotta have a cock! Oh God, you gotta fuck me, too, Mister!"
"For Christsakes let me up!" Jim insisted as he pushed Ronda off and sat up. "Shit, I can't do you any good right now," he admitted. "Trudy drained me dry!"
"Oh, you gotta do it to me!" Ronda unzipped her jeans and stuck her hand between her legs. "Oh Lord, I gotta have it. I GOTTA HAVE IT!"
She was masturbating herself. Standing in the middle of the camper with her fly open, and her eyes closed, she rammed a finger up her aching cunt.
"Give me a minute!" Jim pleaded. "My nuts hurt, but I can do it in a few minutes!"
"I can't wait!" Ronda groaned, fucking her finger so violently it made the whole camper shake. She came fast; her spit dribbled from her mouth onto the floor. She kept rubbing violently against her pussy.
"Oww-w-whhh!" she mumbled as she crossed her legs to get more pressure against her clitoris. She hissed wickedly as her hand massaged her cunt, and Jim sat spellbound as he watched her finger-fuck herself. He could feel his prick starting to respond again but he still wasn't ready to do her any good. She rolled on the floor, kicked her legs, and banged her head against the walls as she rubbed her cunt in desperation.
"You'd better help her," Trudy said excitedly as she sat up beside him. "She's gonna hurt herself if you don't. She gets violent when she needs a cock."
"Christ, I can't help her!" Jim muttered. "A guy needs a few minutes between fucks!"
"Well, you better do something. I saw her take an epileptic fit once because some guys didn't fuck her."
"But I can't get the bastard hard!" he cursed as he whipped his cock a few times. "All the starch is gone out of it!"
"Maybe I can help her," Trudy said as she got down on the floor beside Ronda.
Jim watched as she gently massaged Ronda's titties, then kissed her on her naked stomach. He hoped it would do the trick, but it only seemed to make matters worse. Ronda screamed as if she were in agony, and her hand tore at her cunt more furiously than before.
"Yeeoouwwhh-h-hhh...!" she screamed. "Ohh-hhh-wwhh ... I-I need a cock! I NEED A COCK!"
"I'll find something!" Jim muttered as he searched frantically around the camper. "I'll find something to stick in her!"
He wanted to ram the table-pole up her snatch, but it was gigantic and wouldn't work, so he searched desperately for something more suitable to help her out of her misery. Finally he opened the icebox and grabbed a huge, cold, wart-covered cucumber.
"Let me at her!" he ordered, pushing Trudy aside. "This fucking thing should make her have an orgasm!"
Jim had a hell of a time getting Ronda's hand out of her cunt; eventually Trudy had to help. Ronda rolled on the floor screaming, pounding her ass against the linoleum while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It looked as if she were ready to go into a fit. But just as she was getting ready to scream out in agony, Jim forced her legs open and jabbed the huge cucumber up her cunt.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed maniacally. "Oh God, that hurts! Oh fuck!"
Her hips hammered against the floor as she forced the huge cucumber deeper into her blast-furnace cunt, humping the thing so violently that Jim couldn't hold her. When Ronda came she shuddered like an earthquake, and then lay still as death. Saliva was oozing out of her mouth and rattling sounds gurgled from deep inside her throat.
"Christ, we've gone and killed her!" he gasped. "That cucumber busted her cunt!"
"No we haven't," Trudy smiled as she caressed the soft cheeks of her friend. "We really had to let her come good this time. It's hard for Ronda to come, but we really let her have a nice one this time."
"Cripes, it looks like she's dead!"
"She's flipped out," Trudy answered as she sat on the floor and smiled. "I'll bet she'd give you a hundred bucks for that cucumber!"
"I wish I could have fucked her," Jim admitted. "She looks like a good piece of ass. But you were the best I ever had, Trudy! You really made me come in a hurry. And hard!"
"You fixed me up good, too, Jim. I think we can have a lot of fun together."
"I know we can! You still want to come with me?"
"Oh yes!" she giggled, giving him a little kiss. "I always wanted to see the country anyway. And we can have a lot of fun screwing."
"You'll probably screw me to death," he laughed as he pinched her pink nipples. "You sure are a good lay, Trudy!"
"My mother said I was a nymphomaniac," grinned Trudy. "That's why she chased me away from home. But I don't care. Now I can do anything I want."
"How old are you, anyway?" he asked. "I'm twenty-five and I don't want trouble with the law."
"Shall we say eighteen?" she smiled, showing him her perfect, white teeth. "Besides we can pretend we're married if you want?"
"That's okay with me."
"How much longer is your vacation, Jim?"
"Several weeks. I don't have to be back in California for a month."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I work in the aircraft industry. But since they scrapped the SST program, I'm sort of on a leave of absence. I guess I can stay away a year if I want."
"Where shall we go first?"
"Any place you want!" He tickled her pussy hairs, and felt horny again, "We can get laid all over the country!"
"I like to screw, Jim."
"Yeah. I can tell."
"Do you think you'll get tired of me in a few weeks? Will you dump me someplace in the country?"
"I won't do that," he crossed his heart. "If I ever get tired of you, I'll put you on a bus to wherever you want to go. Fair enough?"
"Uh-huh." She kissed him softly. "But you know what we could do? Something that would really be fun?"
"What's that?"
"We could travel all over the country and swap partners. With your camper, we've got a good place to screw anytime. We could meet other people and have orgies."
"Hey, that's a great idea!" he admitted. "I've always wanted to lay a million women! Fat ones, skinny ones, young ones, old ones! Hell yes! That sounds like a great idea! We can screw till my cock rots off!"
She giggled, and fondled his prick. "It really sounds like fun!"
"You're so damn pretty, Trudy! I could trade you for any guy's wife. I'll bet I get more pussy than Solomon ever had!"
"What about Ronda?" Trudy asked.
"She can come, too, if she wants. But she kind of scares me. What if she takes one of those fits or something?"
"I don't think she'll go with us," Trudy shook her head. "She's in love with Rocky, so I'm sure she'll go on to the rock festival."
"Swell. We'll stick her on a bus then."
"I think she'd rather hitchhike. That way she can have some fucks on the way."
"Speaking of fucking...!" he said as he rubbed her ripe titties, and let his hand wander down to her soft cunt.
"Oh yes, let's do it!" she gasped as she laid down again. "Let's never stop fucking, Jim...!"
He thought about it now as he drove down the highway and had to smile to himself. He was a lucky bastard and he knew it.
It was a good life, a marvelous life, and he was just getting a second wind. He felt horny all the time, and was healthier than ever before in his life.
Tonight would be very special.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hell yes, Jim. I'd like to try it," Barney smiled as he fixed a daredevil to his line and cast into the lake. "But you'll never get Myrna to be a swinger."
"Doesn't she like to fuck?"
"Christ yes! Have you ever seen a redhead who doesn't?" Barney reeled his line slowly. "But she was a virgin when I married her two years ago. She won't even go to X-rated movies with me. She thinks they're dirty."
"Sex ain't dirty, Bamey. Once you get the cobwebs out of your mind, it's a lot of fun."
"I believe you, Jim. I laid a few broads before I got married, and I still get hot rocks when I see a girl as pretty as Trudy. How long have you two been married?"
"A year or so," Jim lied.
"You seem happy together."
"Sure. That's because we've got a wild sex life. There ain't nothing like plenty of fucking to keep a marriage strong."
"Damn, I wish we could swing it!" Bamey said as he reeled in his line and changed lures. "Don't get pissed off, but I'd sure like to screw your wife! She's a real beauty!"
"I'd like to screw yours, too, Barney. Maybe we could get her drunk or something?"
"Myrna doesn't drink."
"If she doesn't like sex, and she doesn't drink, what the hell do you do for kicks?"
"Not much," Barney sighed as he cast out again. "That's why we go camping so often. I guess I'm sublimating my sex drive."
"You can't fuck a fish!"
"Maybe not, but sometimes I think I'd try. It gets boring with Myrna. I'd give anything for a strange piece of ass!"
"Okay, so tonight we'll switch. You can lay Trudy, and I'll try Myrna."
"You'll be shit out of luck, Jim. I told you Myrna thinks sex is dirty."
"Mind if I try?"
"Be my guest!" Barney jerked his rod when he felt a bite, but missed the fish. "If you get Myrna, I'll be grateful. You don't know how I envy you and Trudy!"
"Yeah, we have got things pretty good."
He thought about it as they fished, and had to agree with Barney. Not every guy had the opportunity to screw dozens of women and have a beautiful young girl waiting when he wanted warmth and companionship. Trudy was the greatest lure he could have found. She was a lovely girl, vibrant and alive, with plenty of natural charm and a bubbling personality. Any guy would give his eye teeth to get in her pants; she would be his ticket to plenty of strange bedrooms.
It was nice to sit at the edge of a fresh lake and relax. To dream of a million things while he waited for a fish to swallow the worm on his hook. It gave him time for his body and mind to gather strength, to prepare for the onslaught of violence that came with screwing.
"Yes sir," he sighed as he watched seagulls wheel over the blue waters. "Yes sir, I'm a lucky bastard!"
Fishing was slow and it took hours before they loaded up; he told Barney he was going to sleep for awhile after they cleaned the fish.
"What about tonight?" Barney asked.
"You still willing to take a chance with Myrna?"
"Sure, I'll give her a try," Jim stretched to relax, then set his hook in the handle of his pole. "All she can do is scratch, or yell for the cops."
"What if I screw Trudy, and Myrna doesn't put out for you?"
"Tricks of the trade," Jim smiled. "You've got a sure thing with Trudy. She'll fuck you silly."
"God, I can hardly wait!" Barney's eyes were glazed with imagination. "I've got a hard-on just thinking about it!"
"You feel like something to eat? Trudy's probably got something cooking in the camper by now."
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I'll grab Myrna and we'll be right over. Should I bring some bacon or something?"
"Naw, I keep the icebox pretty well stocked. Maybe well toss a couple of these fish in the pan while we're at it. Nothing tastes better than fresh trout."
"Okay, Jim, see you in a few minutes."
When he got back to the camper, Jim told Trudy about Barney and Myrna, and of his plans to rape Barney's wife.
"I'll fuck her if I have to tie her to a tree!" he threatened. "Barney's a hell of a nice guy, and shouldn't be saddled with an iceberg."
"I don't know Jim," Trudy frowned. "Some women don't enjoy sex; maybe Myrna is one of them."
"She just has to be opened up," he argued. "Once a woman gets a stiff cock in her, she reacts to it. Can't help herself."
"That's not exactly true." Trudy started to set plates on the table. "Some women are cold. And some are hot, like me!" she giggled, and stopped setting the table long enough to give him a kiss.
"Better watch out!" Jim said as he rubbed her titties. "Or we'll never be able to wait for Barney and Myrna."
"Ohh-hh-h...!" Trudy gasped. "Touch my pussy, Jim!"
She forced his hand down to her crotch and he could feel the fierce passion rage through her body.
"Let's fuck, Honey...!" she gasped. "Oh God, Jim, I can't wait...!"
He was about to knock the dishes off the table and fuck her, when Barney rapped at the door.
"Tell them to go away...!" Trudy gasped. "I want a fuck, Jim!"
"Hey, you two in there?" shouted Barney, as though he was entering a party place.
"Yeah, come on in!" Jim grumbled, pushing Trudy away. "We were just getting lunch ready."
They ate ham and eggs, and Barney had brought along a six pack of beer to wash it down. But Myrna wouldn't drink beer.
"It won't hurt you," Trudy urged. "Beer makes you happy!"
"I don't care much for drinking," Myrna said, her green eyes flashing. "Once in awhile I have a cocktail, but I don't really enjoy drinking."
It took some of the fun out of the day, and Jim could tell that Trudy was nervous around Myrna, even though they seemed to hit it off okay. They decided to have a little party in Barney's tent later on, so after they finished eating Jim drove into town for some cocktail mixes and some liquor.
"I'm still gonna screw her!" he growled when he got back and watched Trudy do the dishes. "I'll spike her lousy drinks and tie her to the ground with tent stakes!"
"I hope we don't get in trouble," Trudy said as she scraped egg yolk off the plates.
"What can she do?" he shrugged. "When I get through with her, I'll leave her tied up. We can get the hell out of here, and Barney can settle her down."
"I don't think she's worth it, Jim. Can't you get another girl in one of the other campers? There's plenty of people here."
"Yeah. But a guy could really get his kicks with a cold tomato. I'll bet she shits her pants when I stick it in!"
He thought about it while he watched Trudy clean the camper. He went outside to watch the stars; he always got a nice feeling, a peaceful feeling, when he stood under the bright stars near a lake. Here in the mountains a man felt real-alive-and could identify with some of the natural wonders of the universe.
"Man, that's beautiful!" he sighed as he looked up at the depths of space trying to pick out the Milky Way. "I don't think I'll ever go back to that damn factory!"
But something else demanded his attention.
One of the other campers was parked close by, and through the window he could see a blonde getting ready for bed. He stood in the darkness and watched her strip to her panties, and it was a sight more glorious than all the stars of the heavens.
"Boy, look at those tits!" he groaned, feeling his pecker rise in his pants. "I should have tried to get her instead of a cold tomato!"
But a moment later she turned out the lights, to leave him alone in the darkness with animal heat raging through his balls.
"Cripes, I think I'll go screw Trudy!" he moaned. "Piss on waiting for Myrna!"
He was just starting back to his camper when Barney called to him out of the darkness.
"That you, Jim?" the friendly voice asked excitedly.
"Yeah," he answered peering into the blackness to see Barney. "Christ, it's so dark out here I can't see a damn thing!"
"Sure is pretty, though, isn't it?" Barney smiled when he came close.
"You should have been here a minute ago," Jim said motioning toward the neighboring camper. "I just saw a blonde getting ready for bed."
"You lucky bastard!" Barney groaned. "You get all the pussy you want, and now you get the peeking, too!"
"It runs in bunches," Jim grinned. "Either a feast or a famine."
"Well by God, tonight I'm gonna start a feast!" Barney sounded mad. "That wife of mine is getting on my nerves!"
"Why, what happened?"
"Aw, the son of a bitch!" Barney scowled, and kicked a rock down the hill. "She knows I've got the hots for your wife, and she's been yapping at me for hours!"
"You still want to go through with it, Barney?"
"Christ yes! More than ever! But I still think you're getting the shitty end of the deal, Jim. You ain't gonna get in Myrna's pants."
"Well, Trudy's asleep," Jim said, nodding toward the camper. "Why don't you go in and keep her company?"
"Yeah...!" Bamey sounded like he was choking. "Oh fuck, yeah!"
He was unzipping his pants as he opened the camper door, but Jim stopped him long enough to grab one of the bottles of liquor and a package of cocktail mix.
"Have fun!" he grinned as he closed the door behind Barney, and started toward the tent. "And don't pay attention if you hear screaming," he muttered.
At the tent flap he got nervous, and had second thoughts about using force on Myrna. Trudy was right; he could get in trouble if he raped Barney's wife. Sure, maybe Barney would try to smooth things over, but a violent woman would never listen to reason. Especially when her cunt had been ripped apart.
But he was committed now; and Barney was already in bed with Trudy. He knocked on the tent. All it did was ripple the canvas, so he called to Myrna.
"Hello there!" he said, shoving his head inside. "Anybody home?"
Myrna was startled as she looked up and saw him peeking in, and she gave a little gasp.
"Oh my!" she shivered, her green eyes wide and staring. "You really gave me a fright, Jim! Where's Barney?"
"He went down to try some night fishing," he lied. "Told me to bring you a drink, and he'll be here in a little while."
"Is Trudy with you?"
"Yeah. She's out looking at the stars. Be here in a minute."
"Well, sit down then. Would you care for a cup of coffee?"
"No, thanks. I brought us a drink," he restated, lifting the bottle to show her. "And I brought a package of cocktail mix. You got any Seven-Up?"
"Oh, I wouldn't like a drink just now," she said as she nipped through the Love Story magazine she was reading. "It's too close to bedtime for me."
Jim stood and stared at her, noting the perfect symmetry of her lovely face, the flaming red hair, and the exquisite shape of her lush body. Suddenly, all the arguments were gone.
"I'm gonna fuck you!" he mumbled through clenched teeth. "What did you say?" Myrna's eyes almost popped out, and she stared at him as though a grizzly had invaded the tent.
"I said I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Oh no!" she gasped, clasping the magazine to her breast. "Barney!" she squealed, but the sound was muted with terror. "Bar-nee-e-e-eyyyyyy...!"
"He ain't gonna help you!" Jim came close and stared down at her heaving titties. "He's in the camper with Trudy. And I'm gonna stick my cock in you, Myrna!"
He reached for her, and she almost had a convulsion.
"Leave me alone!" she gasped, trying to push him away with the magazine. "Oh God, don't touch me!"
Myrna was wearing a white gingham dress, and when she stuck her leg up to fend him off, Jim saw the soft pink silk that covered her near-virgin cunt.
"I'm gonna screw you," he groaned, almost in pain from the need to touch her. "I'm gonna eat your cunt, Myrna. Then I'm gonna stick my prick right up your naked ass!"
"Barr-r-neee-eeee-ee...!"
"Stop that screaming!" he said as he slapped the side of her head, almost knocking her off the chair. "You yell again, and by God I'll tie you to the fucking stove!"
"Oh please!" she moaned, with terror in her voice. "Please don't touch me, Jim! Oh no! Oh, please don't do it!"
"You're gonna get fucked, Myrna!" he shouted, unzipping his trousers. "See this stiff cock? I'm gonna ram it so far up your cunt it'll massage your tonsils!"
He held the throbbing prick in his hand, and pointed it between her eyes. When he reached down to squeeze her titties, she squealed with terror and seemed paralyzed.
"Don't...!" her voice sounded hollow. "Oh, please don't!"
"Suck it for me, Myrna!" he ordered, pushing his cock against her face. "Put it in your mouth and suck it off!"
She gagged, and he thought she was going to faint. "I'm going to be sick," she said.
"Lick my cock," Jim commanded as he rubbed it across her lips, pulling her head toward him. "Open your mouth and lick it! Suck it for me, Myrna!"
His balls were aching and his cock was throbbing terribly, but she gritted her teeth and tried to turn away from him.
"Okay then," he gasped, almost out of his mind from the need to come. "Get your clothes off! Let's do it right!"
He yanked at her dress and she squealed with panic.
"Oh, don't do it!" she gasped. "Please leave me alone! I won't tell anybody! Just go away and leave me alone!"
"Piss on you, Honey!" Jim forced her hands away from her bosom and started to unbutton her dress. "Let me see those tits! Your old man is fucking Trudy, and I'm gonna fuck you too!"
"Oh, but you can't!" she squealed when his hand went inside her bra. "Oh! Oh, don't touch me! Ohh-h-hhhhh-h...!"
Myrna tried to bite his hand but her bites turned into passionate nibbling as she sucked hard at his fingers.
"Ohhh-hh-hhhh!" she gasped. "You shouldn't do that! You're hurting my nipples!"
He pinched her hard, and almost broke the bottle of liquor when he dropped it so that he could use both hands.
"Let me see your cunt," he panted as he tried to push her dress up her thighs. "Let me feel those hairs in your crotch!"
"Ooowwuhhhh...!" she moaned, closing her legs so he couldn't get at her. "Stop it, Jim! I don't want you to do it! Stop it now!"
She sank her teeth into his arm until he almost bled; her voice became frantic.
"Let's get on the bed," he said as he picked her up. "We can screw better on a nice, soft mattress."
Jim carried her to the tent cot and dropped her heavily; her dress rose above her thighs.
"Man, look at that!" he groaned when he saw the soft white flesh, covered by thin silk panties. "Man, I gotta see that bare pussy!"
"Lay down!" he ordered. "Hold still, or I'll knock your teeth out!"
"Let me go," she pleaded. "Oh, please leave me alone, Jim. I don't want to do it. Please go away and leave me alone!"
"Nuts to you, sister!" he muttered as he stood over her holding his prick in his hand. "I'm gonna screw you if I have to knock you out to do it. Now get those damn clothes off!"
He started to tear at her dress, but she squealed so loud he had to put a hand over her mouth. He started ripping the clothes from her body.
"Look at those tits!" he muttered when her bra came loose. "Look how pink and sweet the nipples are! Man, it looks like they ain't never been ate before!"
Her swollen breasts stood out firm and proud as she lay on the cot, panting, and for a moment she stopped struggling. Jim had a fantastic desire to eat her tits, to chew them up and swallow them. But first he wanted to see the rest of her nude body.
"Don't scream or I'll bust you one!" he threatened, as he took his hand away from her mouth. "You're gonna get screwed, Myrna, so you might as well relax and enjoy it."
She made funny little noises as he finished undressing her. She wouldn't lift her body for him to remove the dress so he ripped it to pieces, and then he tore off her panties.
"Oh boy, look at that!" he gasped as he stared between her legs. "Look at those pretty red hairs!"
Myrna's pussy was swollen and ripe; she had thick cunt-lips that were covered with curly auburn-colored hairs. He reached down and touched her naked pussy, pressing gently between the tender lips. She writhed pleasurably when his hand lightly scraped her swollen clit.
"I'm gonna eat that raw cunt, Honey!" he smiled as he knelt beside her until he could feel the heat of her flesh on his face. "I'm gonna stick my tongue in it and suck the juice right out of you."
He grabbed her legs and forced them apart with such suddenness that she yelped with pain; the sight of her juicy pussy made him frantic.
"Man, that's beautiful!" he whispered as he touched the swollen cunt-lips; then he bent over to lick it with his tongue.
She screamed, and tried to get away.
"Don't do it! Oh, God, I don't want you to do it! Oh, please stop it!"
He buried his head between her thighs and kept licking her pussy until her screams turned to sighs of ecstasy. The hairs on her cunt were soft, and when he thrust his tongue between her lips to touch her clitoris, it was like velvet. She wrapped her legs around his head so tight he could hardly hear the moaning, and she dry-fucked his face so hard that his teeth bruised her tender cunt-lips.
"Oh no...!" he could hear her moan through his thigh-earmuffs. "Oh Christ! Oh Lord! Oh God, I like it! Oh no! Oh God, make him stop! Oh, I THINK I'M COMING!"
She came so hard she damn near knocked out his teeth with her violent bucking; one leg of the tent cot broke beneath them. The next instant they were laying in a heap on the floor and Myrna was screwing her hand so violently that he thought she was going to knock the whole tent down.
She groaned, with her eyes closed and her hand scrubbing violently across her naked cunt.
Jim knew she was ready to come again; his testicles were burning so bad they ached, so he grabbed her and tried to force her legs open.
"Let me get some!" he gasped, trying to pry her hand from her cunt. "For Christ-sakes let me get my prick in you!"
She kept grunting and groaning with her mouth open and her eyes closed in desperate passion, while he pried her legs apart.
"That's it!" he panted when he got her open. "Now hold still while I get it in!"
He grabbed his throbbing prick and guided it between her thighs, but when she felt his cock against the soft lips of her pussy she went wild.
"Yeeeiii-ee-eeee...!" she screamed desperately. "Don't do it! Don't fuck me! I don't want you to fuck me!"
But he rammed it to her, sinking his big cock in her cunt with such violence she bellowed with pain, and then started to tremble with uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Oh yes...!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Do it to me! Fuck me hard! Screw me, Jim! Screw me! Screw me!"
She bucked so violently that he had a hell of a time holding onto her while the rough tent floor was tearing his knees to shreds. He bent down to suck her nipples and when she felt his mouth biting on her naked breasts she started to scream again.
"Shut up, dammit!" he clamped a hand over her mouth. "You want the whole damn camp in here?"
He was stroking her fast, sinking his prick so deep it made her gasp with shock, but she wrapped her legs around his back to get another inch of solid cock.
"Deeper, Jim!" she wheezed frantically. "Stick it in deeper and fuck me hard!"
He felt the hot jism blast out of his balls and burn its way down his prick to burst inside her red-hot cunt; when Myrna felt the cum she screamed like a maniac. Even with his hand over her mouth her desperate bellowing was audible.
When she had her orgasm, she vibrated insanely, trembling like grass in a hurricane; then she collapsed like a wet noodle.
She had been raped, and she loved it.
"You see, Honey?" he stroked her flaming hair and kissed her gently as he took a few residual strokes in her dripping pussy. "I told you I was gonna screw you, Myrna. Now wasn't it fun?"
She made guttural sounds way down in her throat, and sighed warmly when he sucked her nipples again, but she had come so violently she was nearly unconscious. Myrna couldn't answer; she just held him tight and kept fucking him with a gentle movement of her hips.
"Now, Barney can have a real piece of ass with you," Jim smiled as he pulled away from her and stood up to wine his pecker on a piece of her torn dress. "Now you won't have your mind twisted by all that bullshit you learned in grammar school. You can enjoy your screwing like all the other women!"
He stared down at her while he wiped the love juice off his softening peter, and was glad he raped her. Myrna was a lovely woman, with a luscious body, and she looked more beautiful than ever now that she was fresh-fucked. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a mysterious smile of pleasure on her lips; the hard lines were gone from her lovely face. There were little drops of cum visible in her tangled cunt hairs, and the evidence of her orgasm was a wet spot beneath her naked buttocks.
From now on the X-Rated movies would be a form of delight to her, and Barney would have a sexually-awakened wife. Jim had seen it before in his travels and read about it in the documentary sex books. A wife was often frigid, afraid of sex, and thought it was dirty until she got her first extra-marital piece of ass. From then on, the natural hungers of her female body became vivid realities, delightful interludes that brought a glow of intense pleasure to life.
"Thanks for the lay, Myrna," he smiled down at her as she opened her eyes and began to stir on the tent floor. "I did you a favor. Now you can screw to your heart's content. No more sex hang-ups for you and Barney."
She didn't answer. He went over to the water jug and poured cold water over his pecker. She silently got to her feet and for a moment he had a premonition that she was going to stick a knife in him.
"It's been done now, Myrna," he shrugged as he wiped his pecker with another piece of her dress. "No use getting pissed off about it. You've been laid, so you might as well face it."
He watched as she approached, and figured he was going to have to knock her teeth out. When she reached for the knife he was going to knock her right on her ass.
But she smiled. A slow, cold, calculated smile.
"We did it," she said softly. "We had a fuck, Jim. You screwed me. I really had a fuck!"
"That's right, Sweetie," he said as he doubled his fists. "And you were a damn good lay, too!"
She stared at his cock, with her eyes wide and full of wonder. Then she got down on her knees.
"Let me suck it...!" she whispered excitedly. "I want to taste it in my mouth"
"Well, I'll be damned!" Jim grinned. "Sure, Myrna. Go ahead and suck it off. Get it hard for me again and I'll give you another go 'round. Oh! Oh, cripes that feels good. Oh yeah! Oh Christ, don't bite so hard! Oh man, that feels good! Oh yeah! That's it Myrna, swallow it all!"
CHAPTER THREE
Trudy felt hands touching her body, and mental images of an erotic nature danced in her dreams to bring her close to orgasm. Even as she woke suddenly, her fresh young body responded fiercely to the intimate caresses.
"Oh Jim!" she moaned happily as she turned to put her arms around him. "What a nice way to wake up, Honey. Ohh-hh! Ooohhh, it feels so good!"
"I ain't Jim" Barney panted, groping under the covers after her young cunt.
"Oh!" Trudy pushed him away. "Barney? Is it you, Barney?"
"Yeah, Trudy. It's me," he said as his hands kept clutching at her tender flesh. "Boy, you sure are soft, and you've got nice tits. Let me suck on 'em, Trudy."
For a split second Trudy was startled, but the groping hands quickly subdued her protests and got her blood boiling until she hummed with pleasure.
"Ooohhh, yesssss!" she quivered with excitement. "Suck my nipples, Barney! There; that's it! Not so hard! That hurts! Owwwhh! For Godsakes don't bite them off!"
She pulled at his hair, trying to make him be more gentle. Then she felt his hand between her legs.
"Ooohhhh!" she groaned, trying to keep her hips from moving. "I'm gonna come, Barney!"
She tried to hold back, but when he pressed his finger into her hungry pussy she had an instant orgasm; her whole body shook with ecstasy.
"Oh yes!" she whispered excitedly. "Do it some more Barney! Finger me some more! Bite my titties! Suck them hard! Oh Lord, it feels good! I'm gonna come again...!"
He chewed on her breasts so hard, and clutched at her body with such desperation, the pain made her lose the orgasmic eruption, and she squealed. His hands were not gentle at all and his teeth were nibbling so frantically that she cried out in agony.
"For Godsakes be careful!" she said trying to get away from him. "You're killing me, Barney!"
"So soft!" he muttered, halfway under the covers. "So soft and warm!"
"Well, be more careful," she moaned as she closed her eyes to enjoy the exploring fingers as they stroked her flesh. "Ooohhh, it feels so good! Oh yes, make me come again. Put your peter in me, Barney!"
She reached under the blankets to feel his cock and was disappointed to find that he had a small one. Hard as nails, but only six inches long.
"Jack me off!" he groaned, pushing his prick into her fist. "Pump it off for me, Trudy!"
He was making animal sounds, grunting and wheezing desperately as she played with his pecker; his fingers were ramming at her cunt so hard that she knew she would be bruised in the morning. But it didn't matter. The wild heat, the gigantic passion was so delicious she could stand any pain. His cock was rigid and throbbing in her hand; he chewed on her nipples in a kind of frantic desperation, and he kept his finger working in her pussy like a living tongue probing the tender tissues with a will of its own.
"Oh Barney!" she hissed happily. "You're gonna make me come again! Ohh-h-hh, it feels so good!"
She started to have another orgasm but before she could he threw off the covers and sat on her stomach, pointing his rigid cock at her face.
"Stick it in your mouth!" he grunted as he jabbed his prick at her lips. "Suck it off for me, Trudy. Let me come in your mouth!"
"Suck the goddamed thing!" he cursed, pressing forward until it almost choked her. "Eat the motherfucker! Bite the fucking thing off!"
He forced her mouth open and rammed his cock between her teeth, shoving it so deep it made her gag.
"Man, that feels good!" he groaned until it sounded like a death rattle. "Oh boy, it feels good!"
She turned her head at the last instant to keep him from coming in her mouth. The hot stuff splattered all over her cheeks and ran down her neck while Barney grabbed his cock and jacked off so frantically she thought he was going to de-nut himself.
Trudy was choking from the weight of his body and tried to push him off, but he turned quickly, burying his face between her legs.
"Look at that cunt!" he groaned. "Ain't that just beautiful? Oh boy, I'm gonna lick it! I'm gonna pull the fucking hairs out with my teeth and lick a smooth cunt!"
He started slurping on her pussy so violently that Trudy had a wild orgasm, and for a minute she thought he was trying to stick his whole head inside of her.
"Be careful!" she gasped. "For Christsakes you're killing me! Ohh-hhh! It feels good! Oowwwhhh! I'm gonna come again, Barney! Oh, it hurts! Ohhhh! I'm gonna come...!"
She could feel it building up, getting her nerves taut like a rubber band and waiting to blast her into a painful world of orgasmic pleasure.
But Barney jumped up again.
"What the hell you doing?" Trudy gasped. "For hellsakes I was gonna come again! What you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna stick it in your ass," his voice was guttural, low, heavy with latent violence. "Turn over, Trudy, so I can ram it up your ass."
He pushed at her, trying to get her on her stomach, but she was frightened.
"You ain't gonna hurt me are you, Barney?"
"Turn over, dammit!" he ordered as he slugged her on her naked buttocks. "Get your rump in the air!" He forced her onto her belly then pulled her naked rear end up to the level of his crotch. "Man, look at that!" he groaned. "Look at that tight little poop hole! Oh boy, I'm gonna ram my prick in it!"
"Don't hurt me," Trudy gasped. "You're too rough, Barney. Owww! Your nails are killing me!"
She could feel his fingers dig mercilessly into her hips as he pulled her closer, and when she felt his stiff cock probing at her anus she squealed in terror.
"Don't do it!" she gasped. "Oh Lord, it hurts! Don't put it in my ass! Please, Barney! It hurts!"
She felt his hard cock punch its way into her anus, ripping the virgin tissues as he hammered violently at her naked ass.
"I got it in!" he sighed joyfully, grunting with passion. "Oh fuck, I got it right in your ass!"
He humped so violently that Trudy groaned with pain and buried her head in the pillow to keep from screaming. The agony was unbearable, and yet there was an element of pleasure more acute than anything she had ever experienced. As his prick massaged her sphincter and hammered in and out of her bum, she couldn't help but enjoy it.
"I'm gonna come hard!" she gasped. She came so violently that it made her see stars; she tried to collapse with pleasure. But Barney held her like tongs on an ice block, pulling her naked ass harder against him while he hammered his prick deeper into her shithole.
"Oh Christ," he groaned. "Oh, Jesus Christ, it feels good! Oh Lord, I can't come! Oh cripes, it's peeling the hide off my cock!"
He kept screwing her in the ass and held her buttocks high, kissing her neck and groping for her titties.
"Man, this is fun!" he pumped furiously. "Oh boy, I didn't know what I was missing! Yeah, Trudy, I'm gonna fuck you till the sun comes up. Man, it feels good, but I can't come!"
Trudy's left leg was aching from being in such an awkward position and her nipples were sore from the frantic squeezing of his fingers; yet, she liked it. Even through the veil of pain, it was a wonderful sensation to have a man screwing her in the ass. She thought of Jim, down in the tent with Myrna, and wondered if he was really raping her, but right now that was of little consequence. Nothing mattered except the wild pleasure of feeling a cock in her bum hole, building her up to another orgasm.
"I can't come!" he screeched. "I've got a gallon of jism in my balls but I can't get it out! It hurts too bad! Your ass is too tight! Oh Lord, I can't come!"
He grunted, and jabbed so frantically that Trudy could feel his testicles rattle against her naked thighs, but Barney couldn't come.
Trudy pumped slowly, echoing his rhythm and trying to help him blast off, but he began to sob with frustration.
"The son of a bitch!" he groaned. "Oh Christ, I'm getting numb! It hurts so fucking bad!"
"Wait a minute," Trudy said as she lunged forward so quickly that his pecker slipped out of her ass. "Let's try something else, Bamey."
"What the hell did you do that for?" he said doubling his fist to punch her; his eyes were filled with a strange madness. "Jesus Christ, I ain't come yet!"
"We have to try something else, Barney," Trudy gasped. "You're gonna kill yourself this way."
"Let's do something kooky! Bite my nuts, or stick your tit up my ass!" He stared at her, and his voice was so desperate that Trudy became frightened. If she didn't help him to come quickly she knew he was going to start beating her with his fists.
"What shall we try?" she asked. "Shall I lay down again?"
"Fuck that!" he said holding his cock in his hand. He knelt in front of her and his chest heaved with passion. "I wanta try something ugly!"
Trudy tried to slip off the bed but he grabbed her arm and wouldn't let go. He kept masturbating slowly, squeezing his cock so hard she thought blood was going to spurt out the end of it.
"Maybe I'll fuck you in the ear," he said, staring at her with wild eyes. "Or maybe I'll let you stick pins in my balls? Hey, better still, let me screw you in the armpit!"
"What?" she questioned, trying harder than ever to get away.
"Under the armpit!" he grinned sadistically. "Lay down and let me stick it under your arm!"
"But we can't do anything that way," Trudy protested.
Barney forced her back down on the bed and lifted her arm while he placed his cock in the warm socket.
"Now put your arm down and jack it off!" he ordered, beginning to stroke gently. "Man it's hot in there! Oh yeah! Cripes, it feels good!"
He quivered violently and Trudy felt his hot cum spurt under her armpit as Barney grunted and kept humping spasmodically.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "Oh man, that feels great! Oh yeah!"
Trudy wanted to come, too, and her cunt was boiling with a need to be penetrated, but she was too frightened to let herself go. She feared Barney might suddenly start pounding her in the face with his knuckles. She lay quiet, feeling his hot cum squishing in her armpit, while Barney made ugly sounds of agony as he moved slowly back and forth.
"It's killing me!" he groaned. "My balls are ready to explode! Oh God, it hurts! I need some more, Trudy! Oh yeah, I need some more fucking!"
She knew she was in real trouble. Barney could last all night; his cock wouldn't go down. It was a psychosexual thing, she realized. Physically, he had had enough screwing but he had a mental block that wouldn't let his cock go soft. It had happened to Ronda once, and the guy kept at her for twelve hours until he collapsed with fatigue.
"Stick it in my pussy!" Trudy whispered desperately. "Maybe I can make you come again."
"Yeah!" he groaned. "Oh, cripes, yeah! Let me get it in that tender, young cunt!"
He fell on her so heavily, and jabbed it in so suddenly, that Trudy gasped with shock and pain. He humped slowly, then fast, then coasted, then trip-hammered, then coasted, until Trudy thought her pussy was going to get ruined. She petted him, and kissed him, trying to make him come again, but it was no use. Barney was coupled for the night and she knew it.
"Let's try something else!" she begged after he screwed her relentlessly for an hour. "Let me up a minute, Barney."
"Hold on!" he panted. "Just lay still a minute!"
He kept fucking, slipping his prick in and out of her cunt. She wanted to come but she realized Bamey would never be able to satisfy her. Right now she needed Jim. She needed his tenderness, and the warmth of his passion.
She was so thirsty her mouth was dry, and she felt the love-juice in her pussy starting to evaporate. It made his prick feel like sandpaper in her tender vagina.
But Barney kept screwing. He kept humping, and grunting, and once tried to force his finger in her pussy without pulling out his pecker. It hurt so bad Trudy screamed, but Barney just kept fucking.
She got so desperate she felt around the bed for something to knock him on the head with, but there was nothing available.
She started to cry.
"Let me up, Barney!" she asked pleadingly. "You're gonna tear me to pieces! Please let me up!"
"In a minute," he gasped. "I'm gonna come in a minute!"
But she knew he couldn't. He hadn't allowed his body time enough to replenish the natural desire and all he could do was dry-fuck her for hours.
"Please let me up...!" she sobbed. "It hurts, Barney."
"In a minute, Trudy! In a minute!"
"You son of a bitch!" she sobbed as she tried to push him off. "I said let me up!"
She scratched him with her nails and bit his shoulder, but he never missed a stroke.
"Okay, Buster!" Trudy said desperately. "You asked for it!"
With a sudden jerk of her knee she squashed his balls.
He jumped so high he knocked his head against the top of the camper, but before he had time to recover Trudy was on her feet reaching for her robe.
She stared at him as he rolled on the bed with his knees doubled up; he was clutching his testicles as he moaned with pain.
"I didn't want to do it," Trudy glared at him. "But you were killing me, you dumb bastard!"
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" he groaned. "Oh Christ, you busted my nuts! Oh, you son of a bitch!"
"Fuck you, too!" Trudy shouted, throwing a pillow at him. "If you think I was gonna let you ruin me for life, you're full of shit!"
"Oh man, it hurts!" Barney whimpered, holding his balls. "What the hell did you do that for, Trudy! Oh cripes, you went and castrated me!"
"Serves you right." Trudy didn't feel sorry for him. "And I'm gonna get Jim to knock your teeth out!"
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Barney said sitting up on the bed, still holding his scrotum. "We were only fucking. I wasn't trying to hurt you, Trudy."
"You don't know when to quit!" she gritted her teeth in anger. "I told you to get off, but no, you had to go right on screwing! Don't you know a girl's tender, Barney?"
"Hell, I'm sorry, Trudy!" he muttered as he got off the bed and stood beside her; the wild look in his eyes had softened. "You just got me going and I couldn't stop!"
"Well, you've stopped now, thank God."
"Yeah," he grinned. "But I still need some pussy. I ain't had so much fun in my life. Man, I feel like I could fuck for a year!"
"Well, you ain't touching me any more tonight! You've got me all bruised as it is!"
"Look at this poor little bastard," Barney chuckled as he held his cock in his hand. "It's sore as a boil but it won't go down."
"I don't care," Trudy shook her head. "You ain't sticking it in me any more."
"I got an idea," he laughed happily. "Let's go down to the tent and have an orgy with Jim and Myrna?"
"I'll try anything if you leave me alone," Trudy agreed. "I still need some love myself, but you were doing it all wrong."
"Wait'll I get my pants on." Barney was smiling, and his voice had regained the friendliness. "I'll bet Myrna's gonna shit when I stick it up her ass."
"Don't you love Myrna?" Trudy asked as she tied the sash on her robe.
"Hell yes, I do," Barney insisted, zipping his pants over his hard-on. "But the lousy bitch has kept me sex-starved all my life! Only from now on we're gonna have a fucking ball."
"What if Jim didn't screw her?"
"If he didn't, then I'll hold her down. It's about time we got a little fun out of life. For Christsakes, just look at me," he said, holding his arms out in a gesture of helplessness. "I'm so frustrated I go ape the first time I get next to a real pussy. Well by God, never again. Myrna's gonna join the crowd or I'll drown her in the fucking lake!"
"I need a bath," Trudy said as she shifted the robe on her body. "You got cum all over me, Barney."
"Why don't you go soak in the lake for a few minutes and then join us in the tent?"
"I think I will," she answered, reaching toward one of the cupboards. "Let me get a towel. Are you really gonna screw Myrna?" she asked.
"Hell, yes," he grinned happily. "After Jim gets through with her, she'll be like a new woman. Maybe we can have a good fuck together for once in our lives."
"Okay, I'll meet you there in a few minutes?"
"Yeah. And Trudy?"
"Uh-huh?"
"You sure are a beautiful girl. And a fantastic piece of ass."
"You were a little fantastic yourself, Barney."
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm glad you didn't tell Barney where we're going," Trudy shuddered as she looked out the windshield at the passing scenery. "I'd hate to have them follow us around the country."
"Yeah," Jim agreed as he lit a smoke from the truck lighter. "They were both a little goofy. They'd get us in trouble, sure as hell."
"I'm sleepy," Trudy yawned. "I didn't get much sleep after we left their tent."
"We'll stop along the road someplace and nap for awhile," Jim patted her knee. "I didn't want to be around when they stopped screwing. Man, did you ever see two people so sex-starved?"
"I guess they're gonna screw all day," Trudy giggled.
"Yeah, but it ain't natural. There's a limit, for hellsakes. Did you see Myrna's eyes when Barney tried to stick that thermos bottle up her snatch?"
"I figured he was gonna try and screw you, too, Jim. That pecker of his is gonna be sore for a month."
"Maybe so, but they're really hooked. They've really gone off the deep end. I'll bet they lay the whole camp before they leave."
"I can just see Myrna walking around the place naked, shaking her hips and begging somebody to help her out."
"It's their own fault," laughed Jim. "Nobody should go through life thinking sex is dirty. Sooner or later it catches up, and they go ape. It's better to take it natural, like we do."
"Do you really think we're natural, Jim?" Trudy asked, watching a small herd of deer race up the hillside. "Do you think people should really go around switching sex partners?"
"Hell, I don't know," he muttered as he stepped harder on the gas. "People think about screwing all the time, and most people sit at home dreaming about a strange piece of ass. It's a natural part of life and nobody should be denied the beauty of sex. I'm just glad we can take it for what it is, a lot of fun and good for the health. I suppose the only bad thing about sex is love."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I ain't too sure," he said, dropping his cigarette in the ashtray. "But I figure if I loved you, I wouldn't want anybody else to screw you. No matter what."
"Lots of people in love are swingers, Jim."
"Yeah. I know."
"But if you loved me, then we'd have to stop?"
"Yeah."
"How come?"
"Because I've got a jealous streak in me. A bad one. I wouldn't want some horny bastard sticking his prick in you. Not if I loved you."
"That's juvenile. It's old fashioned, and it doesn't make sense. Sex and love are two different things."
"Let's change the subject!"
"Are you falling in love with me, Jim?"
"A little," he admitted. "You're so pretty, Trudy, and you're nice to be with. I felt shitty when you told me what Barney did."
"That's nice," she giggled happily. "I like you to be jealous."
"Bullshit! If it really happens, I'll dump you!"
"Where we heading now?" she asked, sinking lower in the seat; then she put her head back and closed her eyes. "I really could use a nap. Those all-night sex sessions are nice, but they sure tire me out."
"I'll find a turn-off and we'll sack out for a few hours. We ain't in any hurry. Maybe we can do a little fishing today?"
"That sounds like fun, Jim. It might help us to relax."
"You're okay, Trudy," he smiled at her. "You enjoy fishing. Not many women like it."
"Well, I sure do. I like the cool water, and all the green trees; it's so relaxing."
"You like a lot of things, Trudy. Fucking, fishing, drinking, and God knows what else. Maybe that's why I like you so much. I feel free, and happy, with you."
He meant it; he turned on the radio and began to sing softly as he drove down the winding canyon road. It was a beautiful area, high in the Wasatch Mountains, and he loved the natural profundity of the scenery. Evergreens were growing profusely across the mountains and there was a riot of different bushes to enhance the view; among the trees he knew there would be deer, a few bears, and maybe an elk or two. He was tempted to get his rifle off the rack and walk into the forest, but they'd toss him in the klink if they caught him shooting out of season. Besides, he was tired.
Last night had really worn him out, and he didn't blame Trudy for falling asleep while he drive through the canyon.
Myrna had been a wild piece of ass, but when a guy got through with his nooky it was time to stop. Enough was enough.
But not for Myrna!
She was making up for lost time and it appeared that she was ready to screw forever. Even when Barney entered in the tent and started to beat the shit out of her, then threw her on the floor and started fucking her, Myrna acted as though she were a virgin with her cherry newly busted. She bellowed and screamed and licked Barney all over his body, and wanted to suck Trudy's breasts while the two guys screwed her together. She acted like she was crazy.
Jim was glad that he and Trudy had been able to slip out of the tent. Barney was just as nuts as Myrna, and he had already shown signs of getting violent. There was a good chance he might really hurt Myrna before they collapsed in their fuck frenzy.
"You asleep, Honey?" he whispered as he reached over and touched Trudy gently.
When she didn't stir he began to look for a place to pull over and rest. It would do them both good to sleep for a few hours; then they could have something to eat, and find a place to take a good hot bath. Sex was great, but there had to be an interlude between orgies to make it nice.
"That looks like a nice place," he muttered as he spotted a dirt road leading toward a farm house off in the distance. 'Think we'll stop here. Trudy? Hey, Trudy!"
"What is it, Jim?" She sat up confused, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we, Honey?"
"Let's climb back in the camper and sleep for a few hours," he said as he turned off the engine. "I'm so sleepy I can hardly see the road."
"Gee, I feel like I could sleep for a year!" Trudy yawned. "Where are we, anyway?"
"Near a farm house, but we're off the main road and out of traffic. We can sleep here for a while and nobody'll disturb us. Come on, let's get in back."
He put his arms around her and helped her into the camper; they fell asleep quickly without even taking off their clothes.
When Jim woke up it was nearly dusk, and his shoulder ached from laying too long in one position. Trudy was still asleep and he gazed at her lovely face with a feeling of tenderness.
"You sure are beautiful, Honey," he said, kissing her cheek. "Heaven help me if I fall in love with you!"
He felt filthy and needed a bath, so, before he woke Trudy, he got some clean clothes for both of them out of the closet. He thought of driving to a camper stop where they could freshen up, but was afraid Barney and Myrna might have followed them.
"Wonder if that farmer will let us use his place?" Jim mumbled aloud.
Through the window he could see the farmhouse, and a man moving about the yard. It still appealed to him with overtones of peace, so he decided to give it a try.
"Hey, wake up Trudy!" he said, shaking her gently. "Come on, or you'll never sleep tonight."
"Huh?" she groaned, and turned over on her side.
"Wake up, Trudy!" he shook her again. "Come on, let's go take a bath!"
She sat up, and her face was pale from her too-deep sleep.
"Oh, gosh!" She stretched until her titties looked like they were going to burst her blouse.
"I feel dirty as hell. And I'm hungry. Let's ask that farmer to sell us a bath and a home-cooked meal."
"I could really use a bath," Trudy smiled. "I feel sticky and I must smell awful."
"Get yourself together and let's go."
As they drove toward the farmhouse there were just enough clouds in the sky to provide a lovely sunset, and Jim couldn't help appreciating the beauty of the natural wonder. Women and sex were great, but a man still needed the eloquent influence of the earth to restore balance to his mind.
"Ain't that pretty?" he said, pointing through the windshield.
"It sure is," Trudy agreed.
"You should see a sunset over the desert," he said. "Sand-dust gets in the atmosphere and makes colors you can't imagine."
"Watch out for that dog!" Trudy squealed and grabbed the wheel.
"Man, don't ever do that!" Jim let out a sigh of relief when he got the truck straightened out again. "You could kill us both! Don't ever grab the wheel, Trudy!"
"I thought you were gonna run over that dog," she apologized. "He's a cute little thing."
"Fuck the dog! Better we squash him than end up in a ditch!"
"Well, I'm sorry," she pouted.
"Ah, forget it," he smiled, and squeezed her knee. "Here's the farmhouse. Let's go in and see what we can find. Okay?"
The farmer was standing on his rickety porch watching them, and when they got out of the truck he walked over.
"Hi, neighbors," the farmer smiled through healthy white teeth. "You miss the highway or something? Any way I can help you folks?"
He was talking to Jim, but kept staring at Trudy's ripe titties.
"Yeah, we need a bath," Jim said. "We're willing to pay you."
The farmer's wife came out of the house, and Jim noticed that she was a nice looking woman. Kind of frowsy looking with unkempt hair, but she had rosy cheeks and a caressable body.
"Just some tourists, Sadie," the farmer explained. "Want to know if we can sell them a bath?"
"And something to eat," Trudy added. "We're awfully hungry."
"Well I guess so," the woman smiled warmly as she wiped her hands on the apron tied to her waist. "We ain't got nothing fancy, but you sure are welcome to what we have."
"You sure are," the farmer agreed, unable to take his eyes off Trudy's tits. "Come on in, and feel welcome."
They followed the farmer into the house and Trudy got excited when she saw the old-fashioned furniture.
"It's just like in the movies," she whispered to Jim. "Look at that. A real potbellied stove, right in the living room!"
Jim nodded, but he was busy looking at something else.
Someone else.
She was a homely girl, with fat cheeks and long blonde hair accentuated by pea-green eyes, but her body was budding with health and her tits were enormous.
"This is Doris," the farmer said, introducing the girl. "Her folks died so she came to live with Sadie and me. She's only fifteen but she can do the work of a full-grown boy."
Doris didn't look like a boy to Jim, and for all her homeliness she had intense sex appeal. He had the intuition she was still a virgin, but he sensed she would be keenly aware of sex. And from the way the farmer kept staring at Trudy, he calculated they wouldn't have to drive much farther to get laid.
The only problem was Sadie.
Sadie talked about the farm while she was getting their bath ready, and she talked about the farm while they were eating, and she talked about the farm while she turned down the bed for them to spend the night.
"That poor farmer must have to screw the pigs and horses," Jim said when they were tucked in bed. "Sadie hasn't said a thing related to sex."
"Maybe he has sex with Doris?" Trudy sighed as she cuddled closer to Jim. "Maybe he's screwing that hired girl?"
"I doubt it. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to her."
"Would you like to screw her, Jim?"
"Who, the old lady?"
"No, the young one. Sadie."
"Hell yes, I would!" he said, giving Trudy a little kiss. "Maybe I'll grab her tits tomorrow and see if she wants to play?"
"But what about me?" Trudy asked. "There ain't nobody here to screw me, and I thought we agreed to switch?"
"You can screw the farmer."
"He's got cowshit on his overalls."
"Throw him in the irrigation canal before you seduce him. I'll bet he'd give you a good roll in the hay! The poor bastard probably hasn't screwed Sadie for ten years!"
"Do you really think he screws the animals, Jim?"
"More than likely. A guy's got to get it someplace, and if Sadie doesn't like sex he has to drain his balls some way. He's probably got a prick the size of a watermelon from stabbing the cattle."
"Ooohhhh, that sounds nice!" Trudy giggled.
"You feel sexy now?" Jim asked as he rubbed a hand over her firm titties, and kissed her ear.
"Not really," she sighed as she cuddled closer. "It just feels good to lay here and have your arms around me."
"Oh-oh!" he warned. "That's the first symptom, Trudy."
"Of what?" she cooed happily.
"Love."
"Well, what's wrong with that? Don't you want me to love you, Jim?"
"You damn right I do." He squeezed her so hard she gasped. "But love diminishes sex appeal. It's too easy to just be together and be satisfied without screwing. It happens all the time, to lots of people. Let's not lose our heads, Trudy. If we're gonna fall in love and spoil everything, at least let's have a few more orgies first."
She giggled, and relaxed in his arms, and went to sleep like a baby.
Jim tried to sleep, too, but his nerves were on edge and he was overtired, so he had a difficult time falling off. He must have stayed awake for over an hour before he heard the bedroom door open and saw Sadie creep into the room.
She stood beside the bed for a long time staring down at him while he pretended to sleep, but when she got down on her knees to lift the covers stealthily, he couldn't help getting a hard-on.
A strange sound seeped from her throat as her hand slipped under the covers to search for Jim's cock.
When her fingers touched the head of his pecker, Jim almost had an orgasm. But he lay still while Sadie squeezed his cock so hard it brought fierce pain; when she got her head under the covers to put her mouth on his prick he couldn't stand it. He rolled over on his back so she could get the whole thing in her mouth, but it frightened her away.
She ran from the room, leaving him with throbbing balls and a stiff cock. He tried to wake Trudy but she mumbled noisily and pushed his arm away, so he thought of slipping it to her while she slept.
But he needed response. He wanted to jab it in somebody and listen to them squeal with pleasure.
In his frustration, he got out of bed and went looking for the hired girl. He'd rape that young cunt, just like he did Myrna.
"Oh boy, I'm hot!" he mumbled as he rubbed his prick and slipped into his pants. "I'm gonna bust a gasket if I don't fuck somebody!"
In a moment of hesitation, he went back to bed and tried to wake Trudy, again, but she was too pooped to respond.
He thought about crawling out the window and masturbating in the hay field, but that wouldn't help. He needed the soft response of human flesh to satisfy the lust of his bursting testicles.
"I'll find Doris!" he panted, standing in the moonlit room with his throbbing prick in his hand. "I'll find her and rape the son of a bitch!"
Jim slipped out of the room, walking quietly past Sadie, who had fallen asleep in her rocking chair. He stared down at her for a minute, wondering if he should screw her. He knew she had a nubile body under her cotton nightdress, and he imagined that her cunt was ripe and ready for penetration.
But the dog glared at him and growled menacingly.
"Piss on you, mutt!" he kicked at the dog. "I'm after a nice virgin cunt!"
Jim left the living room and began to search the house. The first room he entered was empty except for another bed that hadn't been slept in, and the second door brought him to the farmer's bedroom. The old guy was sleeping peacefully, and Jim wondered what dreams shared the night with the man. Could it be true the farmer was laying the young, hired girl?
'I'll soon find out!" he muttered as he closed the door and searched the house some more. There were only two other rooms to be searched and he didn't find her in either one.
"Where the hell is she?" he cursed against the ache of his balls. "The little bitch has to be here someplace!"
Then he remembered the barn. He had noticed earlier the barn was almost new, and figured she must sleep out there.
He went out and searched but all he found were sheep, and some cranky chickens that squawked from being disturbed.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he said, standing in the moonlight and shaking his head. "Where the hell can she be?"
Then he noticed a storm cellar at the back of the house. He went over and lifted the doors, and there was light in the hallway. The place had been turned into a small apartment, and he knew he had found the young girl.
Visions of plump, young, ready-to-be-fucked Doris danced in his head as he crept down the hall; he wondered if he should eat-her virgin pussy before he fucked it. Would she scream? Could he get his big prick in her tight little pussy? His heart pounded furiously as he crept further down the hall.
CHAPTER FIVE
Trudy woke suddenly, and for a moment was very frightened. It was dark in the strange room, except for moonlight streaming in the window, and Jim wasn't in bed with her; for a moment, she couldn't get oriented.
"Jim?" she whispered into the darkness as she sat up. "Jim, are you there?"
Only the soft growl of the dog answered from the living room, so she slipped out of bed and quietly walked through the open door.
She opened the door of the first room she came to and saw the farmer, laying on the bed with the covers kicked down around his ankles. He looked funny, laying there with longjohns on, and even in the pale light of the moon she could see his whiskers and the deep wrinkles in his sunburned face. She stared at him and tried to guess his age, but forty was the best estimate she could make. He wasn't a bad looking guy and had lots of muscle, but she remembered the cowshit on his overalls.
"I wonder if he really screws the horses?" she giggled softly.
The thought made her shudder with desire until she had to press her legs together to relieve the ache.
She turned to leave. But she stubbed her toe on the doorsill and when she yelped in pain the farmer sat up in bed suddenly.
"Who's there!" the voice was urgent. "That you, Sadie?"
Trudy stood unmoving, hoping he wouldn't see her in the dim light, but he got out of bed and came closer.
"Oh, it's you?" he muttered as though he couldn't believe his eyes. "Whatcha want, Trudy?"
"I was looking for the toilet," she lied. "But I lost my way."
"It's down the hall by my boy's old room."
His voice was tender and he kept staring at her breasts. Trudy was frightened. She shivered, and clutched her dress closer, and suddenly the passion was drained from her body.
"Well, I guess I'd best go find the toilet," she said, trying to keep the trembling from her voice. "I have to pee awful bad."
"I can see right through your dress," smiled the farmer.
"What?"
"The way the moonlight comes in the window. I can see right through your dress, Trudy."
"Oh,. I'm sorry," she answered, trying to pull her dress tighter.
"I can see your hairs."
His voice was low, and desperate, filled with a violence Trudy had never heard before.
"I better go find the toilet." She tried to back away.
He reached for her, and when his hand touched her shoulder she almost fainted.
"I won't hurt you, Trudy." He talked so quietly, with such desperation, that she really had to pee. She figured she was going to piss her pants from fear.
"Stand closer to the window," he said, pushing her toward the center of the room. "I wanta see you better, Trudy."
The strength of his fingers and the pressure of his hand left her little chance to disobey. He guided her near the window then stood back and stared while Trudy thought desperately of jumping through the glass and escaping into the field.
"Holy Hannah, look at that!" The farmer sounded like he was choking, but thunder was echoing in his voice. "I can see your pussy hairs, right through your dress! And look how those titties stand straight and tall, just like wheat in the summer fields!"
Trudy knew she was going to get laid, and that certain knowledge transformed her fear into a sweet reality she could identify.
"Do you like me?" she smiled, lifting her arms over her head and turning slowly.
"You're almost naked!" he wheezed, gasping with desire. "I can see the shape of your little bum!"
"Do you want me?" Trudy came close and touched his arm. "I never had sex with a farmer before."
He made terrible little noises in his throat and looked like he was going to have apoplexy, but he grabbed her and kissed her so hard she thought her ribs were crushed.
She gasped when he let her go. "You might be crude, but you sure are strong!"
Trudy smiled as she waited for him to start petting her, but the farmer was not versed in the niceties of love-making. With one violent movement he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
"Lemme see it bare!" he panted as he yanked her dress high on her stomach. "Lemme see that young peepee!"
Trudy squirmed in pain when his calloused hands began rubbing her tender flesh. He spread the lips of her cunt with his big fingers and she threw her head back on the pillow and sighed with pleasure.
"It's wide open!" the farmer groaned. "I've got it wide open, and it's all pink and soft! I can see right inside of it! Holy Hannah, it's pretty!"
He rammed a finger so deep inside of her that Trudy screamed with sudden pain, but he pulled it out just as suddenly and began pawing at her breasts.
"I ain't never felt young tits!" he bellowed. "Oh criminey, ain't they just beautiful! Ripe and ready, like peaches on the tree!"
"For hellsakes be careful!" Trudy squealed. "You're gonna pull them off!"
He clutched at her bosom as if he were digging for potatoes; Trudy's pain was almost unbearable. She tried to pull his hands away but he was too strong.
"Ain't they pretty," the farmer said gleefully, pawing frantically at her breasts. "I bet they ain't never had milk in 'em before! Holy Hannah, they feel softer than Betsy's udder!"
Trudy didn't like being compared to his cow, and she didn't like the way he was sitting on her stomach. It was difficult to breathe and her nipples were getting sore from his sandpaper hands, yet she was powerless to make him stop.
"For Christsakes let me up!" she gasped. "I can't get my breath!"
He looked grotesque sitting in the moonlit room with an idiotic grin on his face while he groped at her breasts. She wanted to yell for Jim, but realized that it would be futile. Jim was screwing that frumpy blonde, Sadie was half-dead asleep in the living room, and the nearest house was miles away.
It was frightening to lay in a strange bed and know that she was about to be raped, but the worst part was the fact she didn't feel like screwing. She had always supposed sex to be fun, but right now she wanted only to be left alone.
"Please let me up!" She tried again to push him up. "You dumb bastard, you're choking me to death!"
He didn't answer except to squeeze Harder on her breasts as he mumbled with pleasure.
"You stupid hayseed!" Trudy gasped. "You're breaking my ribs!"
She pushed frantically but couldn't budge him. She was getting dizzy from lack of air and thought her insides were going to be squashed, when suddenly he jumped up and tore off his longjohns.
"Don't move!" he threatened as he pulled the cotton underwear off his legs. "Don't move an inch now!"
Trudy couldn't believe it when she saw his massive cock. It stood out from his crotch like a third leg, swollen and incredible, and she didn't doubt for an instant that he had been fucking the horses.
"Oh Lord!" she gasped when he climbed on the bed and straddled of her. "You ain't gonna try and put that thing in me, are you! It won't fit! Oh Christ, don't try it! Oh no!"
She screamed when he tried to puncture her cunt with his unholy tool, and, despite his strength, she threw him off before he could rupture her tender tissues.
"Hold still dammit!" he shouted, as he climbed on her again and forced her legs open. "I wanta stick it in you, Trudy!"
"Like hell you will!" She put up her knee to keep him off balance. "You ain't gonna ruin me for life!"
She kicked at him and tried to push him off but he grabbed her ankle and twisted it until she moaned with pain.
"Open your legs, Trudy. I wanta screw that young pussy!" His voice was forceful, and threatening.
"You can't stick it in me!" Trudy blubbered. "It won't fit! It's too big!"
She stared at the monstrous prick, unable to believe her eyes. It looked like someone had grafted a cock from a horse onto the farmer. His nuts were huge, but his cock was incredible. She figured it must be fifteen inches long, as thick as her wrist, with a swollen head the size of a ripe tomato.
"Do you put that thing in Sadie?" she asked when he sat quietly for a moment, playing with his cock. "Can you really get it in her?"
"Sadie don't like to make love," he mumbled as he rubbed his prick up and down Trudy's pussy. "We only had one boy, then she stopped giving it to me. Years ago."
He was staring at her; he kept clutching one of her breasts in his massive hand.
"We can't!" she groaned in desperation. "If you stick that thing in me, I'll bust wide open!"
"That's always been my trouble." His voice was suddenly weary. "Even as a young boy, I couldn't do it to girls. I remember two of 'em, Joni and Barbara, who liked to suck on it for me. But I couldn't get it in 'em even when I was a kid. I had to let 'em wrap their legs around it and jack me off between their thighs. One time I got desperate and tried to force it in Barbara, but it made her bleed somethin' awful."
He was quieting down as he talked, so Trudy kept edging him on.
"How come you married Sadie then? Knowing you could never make love to her?"
"Her paw gave me a tractor when we got married," he said as he started to stroke his cock against Trudy's cunt. "But we never could do it right. Sadie got the shivers every time I went to do it, and one time the Doc had to come and give her a transfusion afterward."
"How come you had a baby then? I mean, Sadie don't look like the type to play around with anybody else."
"I used to get the head in a little, just enough to fill her with juice. We had our boy that way."
"Can I sit up a minute?" she asked hopefully. "Will you let me sit up for a minute?"
He stared at her, and tickled her nipples with his rough fingers, but didn't answer.
"Please?" she asked again. "Can I just sit up for a minute? My ribs are busted."
"Let me stick it between your titties." His voice was shaking again. "You can rub it between your titties and let me go off!"
The thought wasn't ugly to Trudy, and she figured it was the only way to get rid of him, so she agreed.
"But don't be too rough!" she gasped when he sat hard on her stomach and put his prick between her breasts. "Don't put so much weight on me!"
His prick was so big it fit between her breasts and still touched her chin; he sat softly on her as he fucked her breasts. It felt good to Trudy and she was getting passionate again, until he tried to squash her breasts together to get more friction. He pulled her head forward to make her suck on his cock, but he wasn't circumcised and as he screwed her titties the foreskin of his prick slipped back. She could smell the strong, pungent odor of smegma, and it made her feel sick.
"Ugh!" she groaned, turning her face away. "Don't you farmers ever take a bath!"
He didn't say a word as he pumped slowly back and forth; he reached back to play with her pussy.
"Oh yes!" Trudy felt the fire in her loins. "Ooohhh, that feels good! Oh Lord, I think I'm gonna come!"
She forgot the pain in her body because of her need to have an orgasm, but just when it was feeling beautiful the farmer jumped off and started to masturbate.
He stood by the side of the bed and put both hands around his huge cock, pounding it like a waterpump, and he groaned as though a horse was standing on his balls.
Trudy sat up on the bed to watch, trembling with passion and fascinated by the enormous cock.
"Touch it for me, Trudy!" he groaned. "Squeeze it hard for me, Honey!"
She didn't have to be asked twice. She wrapped both hands around his massive prick and began manipulating it, forcing the skin back and forth while he groaned with pleasure.
"Wow, that's a beautiful cock!" Trudy purred as she played with it. "I wish I could get it in me! Oh Lord, I need a screw something bad!"
She started to play with her clitoris but the farmer grabbed her hands and put them back on his pecker.
"Play with it, Trudy!" he panted. "I feel it building up! She gonna blow any minute now!"
Trudy clenched the granite cock and squeezed it until the farmer grunted. He stood on tiptoe and half-stumbled around the room as she jacked him off violently.
"It's a workin'!" he gasped desperately. "She's a comin' out! Holy Jeehozaphat! Oh Lord a'mighty!"
Trudy felt the gush of semen as it blasted down the long journey of his enormous cock, but she couldn't believe it when his cum flowed like a white oil well. It spurted clear across the room to dribble off the curtains, and left a sticky path across the floor like some incredible caterpillar had crawled along to leave a trail of shining milk. The farmer shuddered, and gasped, as the cum kept boiling out of his balls.
"Bring it all out!" Trudy squealed joyfully as she masturbated him faster. "Splatter it all over the room!"
He shuddered, and humped, and clutched at her shoulders to keep from falling while the semen rolled out in prodigious quantity.
Trudy got so hot from watching that she almost came herself, but when the farmer collapsed against her it knocked her to the floor with such a thud it made her dizzy.
"Cryin' out loud!" she muttered, pushing him aside to get to her feet. "You goofy numbskull! You're gonna kill me before this is over!"
The farmer grinned up at her as he gave his prick a few more pumps.
"Well, you ain't gonna do me any good." Trudy stared at him with disgust in her eyes. "And I need a screw. I need it real bad. I think I'll go find Jim."
She was trembling with passion as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving the farmer to play with his own pecker. When she got to the front room Sadie was gone; the dog was asleep by the potbellied stove.
Trudy went searching for Jim, and found him in their own bed.
"When did you get back?" She felt good, and happy, as she sat beside him on the bed. "I thought maybe you went away and left me?"
"Naw, I wouldn't do that, Trudy," he whispered. "I was screwing that blonde kid."
"Was it fun?" Trudy was jealous, since she didn't get satisfied herself. "Did you like her?"
"Like her?" he sat up suddenly, almost knocking Trudy off the bed. "Cripes no, I didn't. The stupid little bitch!"
"Why, what happened?" Trudy felt relieved. "I figured you were having all kinds of fun?"
"Yeah, I thought I would!"
"So what happened? Didn't you screw her?"
"Sure I did," he said as he rubbed his fingers through his hair. Then reached over to light a cigarette. "I went down in the cellar and fucked the shit out of her!"
"But it wasn't fun?" Trudy said, waving her hand in front of her face to knock away the thick cigarette smoke.
"She was a good lay all right," Jim admitted. "But I think the son of a bitch raped me!"
"Oh, you're kidding!" Trudy giggled.
"Like hell I am! I woke her up, pretending I was lost or something just in case, and two minutes later she was licking my nuts and trying to stuff her tits down my throat."
"Didn't you like it?" Trudy rubbed his chest, and felt good to be with him again.
"Yeah. I guess I did. But a guy likes to do the raping. Makes him feel like a cunt if the girl does the seducing."
"So tell me about it?"
"Ain't much to tell, really," he sighed. "I stuck a cock in her and we fucked. She came ten times in a row, and her cunt was tight as a wolf trap."
"Did she scream?" Trudy was getting excited.
"Not a bit. When I busted her cherry, she yelped. But she got so hot it was like she was full of vaseline. I can't even remember touching the sides of her pussy."
"I thought virgins were supposed to be good screwing, Jim?"
"Maybe. Sometimes. But give me a girl who knows what she's doing. Somebody like you, Trudy," he said, kissing her gently. "A guy likes to share his nooky, not have some stupid broad use him like a fence post."
"I'm glad you didn't like her," Trudy admitted.
"Aw, she was a good enough piece of ass," Jim muttered as he put out his cigarette. "But when we got through she started to bawl. She told me she hates it here on the farm and wants to come with us. I told her to forget it, so she bawled some more. Cripes, I'd hate to get stuck with that stupid cunt!"
"I didn't have much fun, either," Trudy sighed. "That farmer was built too big, and he couldn't get it in."
"Well then, come here." He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly, while his hands caressed her body. "I guess we're stuck with each other, Trudy. We might screw our way across the continent, but nobody's gonna satisfy us like we do each other!"
"Oooowwww, that feels good, Jimmy," she purred. "Do it some more, Honey!"
"You sexy little bitch," he whispered as he pulled her hair teasingly. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"You're gonna make love to me, I hope!" she giggled.
"You damn right I am!" He pulled her down on the bed. "And tomorrow we'll get the hell out of this place."
She trembled as Jim's hand reached down to her pussy, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of his touch.
CHAPTER SIX
Jim ate his hotcakes and stared across the table at the farmer's wife. It was unbelievable that a woman could evince such duplicity. She acted as though it was just another day, with crops growing in the field and birds chattering outside the window. She talked about the farm as she had done yesterday, with no reference to sex, and she ignored the dog when he crept under her chair to beg for a bite to eat.
Were all women liars, he wondered?
Did Trudy, too, have dark caverns in her mind that he would never understand?
"What's the matter, Jim?" Trudy asked quietly, disturbed by his intense silence.
"Nothing," he grumbled. "I was just thinking."
"Have some more hotcakes, young man," Sadie said, handing over the platter. "There's plenty more here to eat."
"No thanks," he answered as he patted his stomach. "I feel like I'm busting already. Boy, they sure did taste good! And we thank you for letting us stay the night, too."
"You folks are welcome to stay as long as you like," the farmer smiled as he wiped syrup off his chin. "We're more than happy to have you."
He looked at Trudy as he spoke and Jim knew the old guy was planning another session of sex for tonight. A plate of hotcakes was a small price to pay for a go at Trudy.
"We'll probably be moving on," Jim slowly sipped his steaming coffee. "We've got a lot of country to see."
The tubby blonde stared at him with loneliness in her eyes, but didn't speak. Jim glanced at her nervously, and wondered why he bothered screwing her. She wasn't attractive at all this morning. She hadn't even combed her hair, and wore the same rumpled dress she had on yesterday. She was the "Fertile Myrtle" type and would probably get pregnant fast. Dumb girls were like that. Nothing happening in their mind, so the physical portion of their existence took over completely.
"Man, I'd sure hate to get stuck with herF' he thought. "Squawling brats and dirty underwear. What a life!"
The girl smiled coyly at him, but it made Jim feel sick to his stomach.
"Guess we better bit the road," he urged Trudy. "Soon as you finish eating we better get moving."
"Yes, I suppose we should," she agreed, somewhat nervously.
"You can at least let me show you the farm," the old guy said as he plopped another hunk of hotcake in his mouth. "We've got a real nice place here. And we don't get many nice visitors like you two."
"Can we, Jim?" Trudy asked eagerly. "I ain't never seen a real farm before. It'll only take a little while."
"Sure, if you want," he agreed. "We ain't in that big of a rush. I just want to get away before dark."
The farm was a lovely place, and as they walked around Jim had a revisitation of the peace he felt when they first looked at it from the highway. It would be great to live here. To have the security of putting down roots and watching things grow in the warm sunshine. It was a comfortable feeling to see livestock feeding on the lush grasses, and to hear fowls squawking with joy at the miracle of life.
"Isn't it just beautiful!" Trudy sighed happily as they walked near the south pasture. "Wouldn't you love to stay here for the rest of your life, Jim?"
"Yeah. I really would," he admitted. "It beats the hell out of city life and all the hustling a guy has to do to make a buck."
"Oh, look at the beautiful horse!" Trudy said pointing into the pasture. "That one with the gold and white skin!"
"That's my palomino," the farmer smiled proudly. "Jeeters, I call him. He's won four trophies for me already."
"Looks like he's got something on his mind besides trophies now," Jim laughed softly as he saw the palomino's cock hanging nearly to the ground.
"I'm taking him down to Georgie's for stud service," the farmer explained. "I was going to wait till next week but it looks like I'd best get it done in a hurry."
"How come?" Trudy asked.
"Horses are like people," the farmer said. "They can ruin themselves through masturbation if they don't get bred."
"Come on, Trudy," Jim grabbed her hand. "Let's get moving down the highway."
"Sure wish you'd stay one more night," the farmer said, staring at Trudy's breasts; there was an echo of desperation in his voice. "You can even help me milk the cows tonight, if you'd like?"
"Naw, I think we'll be going," Jim said. "We don't like to stay in one spot too long."
"We really should be going," Trudy agreed. "We have a lot of places to see."
"And people to meet," Jim smiled at her.
It took them another hour to say their goodbyes, and the tubby blonde stood in the dirt road staring hopelessly as Jim drove the camper toward the highway.
"I'll bet she'll be in bed with that farmer tonight," Jim said as he turned onto the main road. "Next thing you know Sadie'll be living in the basement with the dog, while the farmer reams out that ragged blonde."
"He's built too big, Jim," Trudy shook her head. "He can't get it in a woman at all."
"Hell bust her open okay. I told you she's got a cunt big enough to take Jeeter."
"I thought you told me she was tight?"
"Yeah, at first. 'Cause she still had her cherry. But her snatch went from her belly-button clear around to her asshole. I told you I couldn't even touch the sides, remember? Man, but she sure was a dumb broad!"
"They were all a little goofy, weren't they, Jim?"
"Everybody is when you get to know them, Trudy." He turned on the truck radio. "Everybody has some kind of sex problem. They dream about screwing all the time, but most people are stuck with four walls and the same dull partner every night. That's why there's so much divorce, and so much work for the psychiatrists. We've all got our own special sex hang-ups."
"Would you get bored with me, if you were stuck with me for the rest of your life?" Trudy's voice was sad.
"Yeah. I'm sure I would. You're a swell piece of ass, Trudy. The very best. But strange women still prance around in my imagination. I suppose they always will. Ain't nothing as exciting as a strange cunt, one I've never seen before. Could be old or young, it doesn't matter. As long as it's strange."
"At least you're truthful," Trudy sighed. "Where we heading for anyway, Jim?"
"Damned if I know," he said, turning the radio down a little. Guess we'll just drive till we find something interesting. But we better stop pretty soon and gas up. The tank is almost empty."
When they got into town, he passed a few stations because the gas was expensive, but finally pulled up at one of the independent dealers and got the tank filled, had the oil checked, and put air in the right front tire.
Trudy went into the restroom, then came out and went inside the station to get a couple of bottles of soda.
"I was thirsty, and thought you'd like one too," she smiled as she handed him the bottle.
"Yeah, thanks, Honey." He kissed her gently, and thought she was especially beautiful by the early light of morning.
A couple of hippies were standing by the road and came over to ask for a lift, but Jim didn't like the familiar way they looked at Trudy. They didn't have a girl with them and he was damned if he was going to let Trudy have all the fun!
"Guess they're on the way to the rock festival," Trudy said when she got in the truck. "I should have told them to say hello to Ronda for us."
"You sorry you didn't go along with her?" Jim asked as he turned the key to start the truck.
"Gee no!" Trudy smiled happily. "I'm having more fun with you, Jim! What shall we do today?"
"I noticed a sign back there, just as we came into town. It said there's a resort up the road a few miles. Fishing, and a picnic ground and things. Maybe we'll stop and relax for awhile?"
"I don't feel like fishing today, Jimmy."
"Don't call me Jimmy. I don't feel like fishing, either. But where there's people, there's hot pants. And I'm feeling horny."
"Me, too," Trudy sighed contentedly. "I feel all lovey-dovey and warm inside."
"Shall we stop the camper?" he grinned as he squeezed her knee.
"Let's make love all day, Jimmy!" She snuggled close to him. "I want you to kiss me, and hold me, and make me feel good!"
He was just about to pull over and hustle her into bed when he spied the turnoff to the picnic area.
"Let's take a look and see what's happening in there," he suggested as he turned onto the unpaved road. "We can at least park off the highway while we're in the camper."
"Okay, but you better hurry!" Trudy's eyes were soft and full of passion. "You know how bad I am once you get me started!"
The road was well traveled and had some deep ruts but it was only a few miles until they found the picnic area, a beautiful place full of bushy trees and rock-built barbecues. There was a small river running through the greenery and Jim figured there would be some deep holes upstream where lunker trout would be waiting to gobble his hook. But fishing was secondary to the ache of his testicles.
"You've got me all shook up now, Trudy," he said, hardly able to keep his hands from shaking on the steering wheel. "I'm horny as hell!"
"Me, too," she wiggled on the seat. "But I have to pee so bad I can taste it. That coke went right through me."
"There's a toilet," he pointed out the window to a small wooden shack with a half-moon cut in the side. "We'll stop here a minute."
He pulled up near the shack and Trudy went flying out the door, undoing her belt as she ran.
Jim waited in the truck and looked around at the picnic grounds. It was a lovely spot, all green and lush, and once again he felt a moment of peace. It was nice to be among the trees, to smell fresh air and feel warm sunshine pouring through the windshield.
But there were too many people.
The place was swarming with weekenders, and there were so many small children it looked like an anthill.
He didn't like the idea of camping where there were so many kids, and figured it would be better to drive farther into the trees.
When Trudy came back she held her nose and made a funny sound with her tongue.
"Whew!" she exclaimed. "It sure stinks in that toilet! Have you ever used one of those outside crannies, Jim?"
"Yeah. A few times. They all stink."
"Golly, I hated to even pee there. All it is, is a hole in the ground. Full of turds and spiders. I didn't even sit down to pee."
"Girls can't pee standing up," he teased.
"I squatted on the seat. Half of it missed the hole and splashed on the floor, but I don't care. I wasn't gonna sit on that filthy pot."
"Well, that's the great outdoors," he chuckled as he drove farther into the trees. "Wait till you have to take a crap in the bushes, and a hornet comes to bite you on the ass!"
"Oh, you...!" Trudy punched him gently on the arm.
"You still sexy?" he asked as he parked the camper under a huge tree. "Or would you rather eat first?"
"Eat first." Trudy rubbed her stomach. "Those hotcakes this morning didn't fill me up. And that stinking toilet took away my sexies."
"What kind of word is that?" he laughed.
"I dunno, but I ain't sexy right now."
"Well, I just lost a bet with myself, Trudy. I bet there wasn't anything that could get your mind off screwing. Even for an hour."
"Now you're teasing me, Jimmy," she pouted.
"Yeah, I guess I am. So why don't you jump in the back and fix us some canned potatoes and bacon and eggs."
"Are you gonna help me?" she asked as they got out of the truck.
"Naw, I think I'll wander upstream and see if there's any trout holes."
"You're not gonna fish now are you?" Trudy said disappointedly.
"Just gonna look around, Honey." He gave her a little kiss and slapped her buttocks playfully. "You're starting to sound like a wife, Trudy."
"That ain't such a bad idea," she giggled, and gave him a big hug.
"See you in a half hour," he said as he started upstream. "And don't go screwing anybody before I get back."
She threw a little rock at him as he walked away, and pretended to be mad, but Jim felt good to know she would be waiting when he got back. Trudy was a swell girl, and she filled his life with all kinds of pleasure.
The sun was getting hot and the air was filled with exploring insects as he followed the stream toward the mountain. It felt marvelous to be free, to spend the hours leisurely without worrying about tomorrow. It was a wonderful sensation to know he had no obligations, no roots to hold him any place that was distasteful. Sure, Trudy was beginning to make demands on his time, and his whereabouts, but she was great to have around and he could wise her up if she got too demanding. In the meantime, they could have fun together and drive around looking for strange nooky. It wasn't every day a guy found someone like Trudy. A girl to enjoy, a female to trade, a lovely person who brought delight into his life.
"Hey,, that looks like a good hole," he exclaimed as he rounded a bend in the river and saw where the bank had been undercut. "Man, I'll bet there's some lunkers in there right now. Damn, I wish I'd brought my pole along."
He stared at the calm waters of the hole trying to see fish beneath the surface, but it was on the opposite side of the river and he couldn't see into the depths. It was a perfect spot for trout. A great chokecherry bush was overhanging the river to give shade to the pool, and waterskippers were skating on the surface.
He was tempted to throw a rock in the pool to see if trout darted out, but didn't want to spook them. Soon as they ate he could bring Trudy and they could catch a limit.
He was starting back when he heard voices in the trees, and from the secretive whispers he knew somebody was going to get screwed. Somebody had slipped away from the campgrounds and was out here in the woods to get a little pussy.
With his heart pounding, he crept through the bushes until he saw two people standing by a huge wild walnut tree. The man was at least sixty-years-old but the girl didn't look over fifteen. She was a buxom lass, with swollen tits and a fine, curving ass, and Jim thought she was quite pretty. There was still a little puppy fat to her facial features yet her countenance held promise of becoming exquisite. She appeared to be very nervous.
The man was standing with a fistful of greenbacks, offering them to the girl, but she hesitated.
"Take it, Honey," Jim whispered. "You'll get fucked soon enough anyway, so you might as well make a profit while you can!"
Still she hesitated.
She stood close to the walnut tree, rubbing her toe nervously through the fallen leaves, and she kept glancing nervously back toward the campground.
"Rub her tits, Mister!" Jim groaned. "Get her worked up, and she'll fuck for fun!"
He envied the old guy and wished he could screw the chick himself. His prick was getting hard and his breath became heavy as he watched. All the forests in the world, the trout holes, the picnic areas and the freedom he enjoyed were like baubles beside the pleasure of watching the nubile girl about to get laid.
"Man, she sure has nice tits!" he moaned as he watched the old guy try to force the money on her. "I'll bet she ain't never had a cock between her legs. That lucky old bastard!"
When the girl still wouldn't take the money the old guy unzipped his trousers and pulled out his pecker. It was rigid, and sort of bent to the right, and he stroked it a couple of times while the girl stared with fascination.
Jim wanted to creep closer but didn't want to frighten them, so he stared quietly while his balls ached painfully.
When the girl wouldn't take the money the old guy stuffed it down between her swollen bosom, then tried to lift her skirt. Jim got a quick peek at her pink panties before the girl pulled her dress down again.
"Don't!"
She gasped so loud Jim could hear her in the silent woods. He knew he should be getting back to the camper for breakfast, but not even an earthquake could have budged him out of the bushes.
The old guy was obviously out of His mind with passion, because when the girl threw the money on the ground he started to kiss her on the tits. She fought violently, but he held her while he tried to get a hand up her dress. When his fingers touched her virgin pussy she squealed so loud it scared birds out of the trees, and the next second they were rolling on the ground, scattering leaves all over the place.
"That's it!" Jim panted excitedly. "Rape the son of a bitch! If she don't wanta put out, screw the son of a bitch anyway!"
The old guy was doing exactly that. He held the girl down with one arm while he clawed at her panties with the other. When she yelled too loud, he stuffed leaves in her mouth, but when he got her panties halfway down she became so violent he couldn't hold her. She broke away and tried to run, but he grabbed her ankle and tripped her. She fell across a huge, weather-beaten stump, and before she could get up again the old guy was on top of her.
He pushed her against the stump and held her prisoner, while he lifted her skirt to stare at her tender ass.
Her panties were down at her knees and Jim could see the curly black hairs that covered her virgin pussy. He groaned with agony as he watched the old guy start to muff dive.
The girl tried once more to get away but the old guy pinched her tits until she stopped fighting. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass to get a better look at her cunt. When she struggled again, he bent her over the stump so her ass was high in the air, then got his face between her buttocks and started to suck violently on her tender pussy.
The girl bellowed, and kicked so frantically Jim figured she was going to rub her guts out on the tree stump, but she wasn't trying to get away any more. She screamed, and dug her toes into the soft earth, while the old guy sucked her cunt with such force it echoed through the trees.
"Man, oh, man, that looks good!" Jim groaned. "Cripes, I wish I had her!"
The girl had a violent orgasm almost instantly, but the old guy kept sucking on her cunt while she moaned with pleasure. A squirrel went tearing across in front of them. Jim wondered if he should give the girl a few bucks, too. It would be worth plenty to stick his prick in that young pussy.
The old guy must have thought so, too, because he stood up quickly and pointed his stiff prick at her naked ass. When the girl felt his cock slip between her buttocks and into her cunt, she let out a yell that could be heard for miles, then started humping so hard that Jim thought she was going to ram the tree stump through her stomach. She came again, and again, and the sounds that left her throat were a mixture of ecstasy and incredible pain.
The old guy came hard, too.
He must have been so worked up by her virgin cunt that he rammed his cock so deep it must have tickled her ovaries. Then he shuddered like a fallen oak and collapsed onto her back. He came so hard that he couldn't even coast for a few strokes; meanwhile the girl kept fucking wildly until she had another orgasm.
For a few seconds, Jim wondered if the old guy was dead of a heart attack, but the old man eventually backed off and stood with his limp cock dripping semen. He stared at the fresh-fucked virgin for a few minutes, then took off through the trees as if he were being chased by a rattlesnake. Jim could hear the crash of timber as the old man ran, and figured the old guy would be twenty miles down the road before the girl collected her wits.
"Cripes, I think I'll go fuck her, too!" Jim groaned as he stared at her young, naked ass. "That cunt must be as tender as watercress!"
But he figured there'd be trouble when the girl got back to the campground, and no pussy was worth trouble. Especially a young one. Still, he was fascinated by the sight of her uncovered rump, and watched quietly as she began to stir on the stump.
When she finally got to her feet she looked like she had just had a bout with a wildcat; her cheeks were flushed with new beauty. She had a mysterious smile on her lips as she began to gather the greenbacks from the ground. Jim couldn't hear her voice but he could see that she was singing happily to herself. He wasn't surprised. Few women got fucked and then discovered it was awful.
He watched quietly as she stooped down to piss, and noticed there was a trickle of fresh blood on the inside of her thighs.
"Yeah, she was a cherry," he grinned, still envious of the old guy. "That lucky bastard!"
He reached for his wallet, wondering how much he should offer for her second piece of ass, but when he looked up again she was gone.
"Damn!" he muttered. "Now I'll have to go back and screw Trudy!"
He was disgusted with himself as he made his way back to the camper, because Trudy could never be as exciting as a fresh-fucked virgin. Trudy was a good piece of ass and she could take away the ache of his balls, but she couldn't compare to a strange cunt.
There were several people gathered about the camper when he got back, and Jim could tell from the excited look on Trudy's beautiful face that she had already arranged a party for the evening. Maybe he wouldn't get to stab a cherry, but before the night was over he was going to stick his prick in a strange, juicy pussy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Trudy felt guilty.
With all the men at the campground to choose from, she still had the hots for Johnny.
"So let him have a little," Jim smiled. "A kid like that will appreciate a real piece of ass."
"But he's only sixteen, Jim."
"What the hell's the difference? Kids are screwing in the school halls nowadays. We can't change the way things are, Trudy. A young stud has as much right to empty his balls as that old bastard in the trees."
"Johnny sure is a good looking boy."
"Yeah, if you like red hair and freckles."
"Do you think hell be a virgin, Jim?"
"Hard to tell. But I'll bet he's pumped his prick plenty of times. I saw him pissing behind their tent, and he's really got a jocker on him."
"Was that his sister? The one you saw in the woods today?"
"Bonnie. Yep, she's the one. Got her cherry busted real good."
"Are you gonna try and screw her tonight?"
"Naw, I've already seen her cunt, so she's lost some of her sex appeal. Besides, she's not very bright, and she'll probably want some dough for it."
"You told me you were ready to pay her in the woods?"
"Sure, but I had a hard-on then. A guy with a stiff prick doesn't have any conscience. He'll sell his soul for a piece of ass when he's all worked up. But I don't have to pay anybody for pussy. Not as long as you're with me."
He ruffled her hair and gave her a hug, and Trudy felt warm and happy to be with him. Jim was a swell guy, lots of fun, and he wasn't possessive. Too many guys were the opposite. Once you let them kiss you, or got friendly with them, the first thing they did was lay down the law. No talking to strangers. No flirting. Et cetera, et cetera.
It made her wonder if love and affection were worth all the problems.
With Jim it was different. It was fun! They could enjoy each other's company and share the thousand little things that made two people happy, yet when it came to sex there were no chains.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," she sighed as she put her head on his shoulder. "You really are a nice guy, Jimmy."
"You're pretty great yourself, Trudy," he said as he lifted her chin to kiss her gently. "I don't feel lonely anymore, and I never get tired of looking at your pretty face."
"Shall we get married?" she teased.
"I've been thinking about it," he confessed. "But why spoil a good thing? You'd make a cuckold out of me, and I'd be slipping off for quickies every time I got the chance. Besides, one of these days there won't be such a thing as marriage. If two people like each other, they'll live together. When they get bored they move out. Simple, isn't it?"
"Do you really think it'll get that way?"
"Naw," he gave her another hug. "That's what some of the kinky professors say, but they're full of shit. When a guy loves a girl he wants to put a fence around her. Keep her away from other guys. Maybe there's more sexual freedom now, but love is something real. It won't ever change."
"Do you love me, Jimmy?" she looked up at him with soft eyes.
"Don't call me Jimmy. And yeah, I'm really going overboard for you, Trudy. Right now I'm jealous as hell to think you're gonna let that kid screw you."
"But he's really got me hot," she said sadly. "I won't let him if you tell me not to, but it gives me goose pimples to think about his young cock. So'hard, and yet so tender. It makes me shiver just to think about it."
"I know how you feel, Honey. I want a piece of ass, too. A strange one. I wouldn't take any other woman with me in the camper, but I sure want to lay a hundred of them. I even dream about naked cunts. Can't get 'em out of my mind."
"I guess we're swingers, without being married?" Trudy laughed softly.
"Sure sounds like it, doesn't it? What time are we supposed to be at the campfire, anyway?"
"In about ten minutes. Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it?"
"It sure as hell does. I haven't roasted potatoes in an open fire since I was a Boy Scout. But singing songs don't sound too good. Sounds kind of stupid to me."
"We can just listen if we want." Trudy combed her hair as she finished getting ready. "But it sounds romantic to me. Sitting under the stars around a big fire, and singing all the old cowboy songs. It'll be just like the movies."
"Yeah," he grinned. "An X-rated movie, with all the screwing that'll be going on!"
"What if I can't get Johnny to screw me?" She stopped combing her hair, and her face was worried.
"Are you kidding, Trudy?" Jim said as he slipped into a tee shirt. "You could seduce a castrated pelican, you beautiful witch!"
He grabbed her, and hugged her so tight it made her gasp.
"Do you really think I'm pretty, Jimmy?" she smiled, but it was a trembling curvature of the lips. "Do you honest and truly like me?"
"Too much for my own good," he admitted. "Now finish combing your hair so we can go get laid. Okay?"
When they got to the fire, Trudy thought it was the most beautiful setting in the whole wide world. The entire area was surrounded by great towering trees and in the clearing it was all grassy, green and fresh-smelling, while the bonfire lent flickering light to the darkness to make everything appear soft and pristine.
There were a lot of people at the fire and Trudy had a quick pang of jealousy when the forest virgin, Bonnie, came running over to put her arm around Jim. They had all been talking together earlier in the day, and when Jim said something about a "tree stump in the woods" Bonnie seemed to fall head over heels in love with him. It didn't make sense to Trudy and she wished the stupid girl would go away.
"Where's your brother?" she asked defensively, and frowned when Jim patted Bonnie's ripe buttocks.
"Oh, him?" Bonnie giggled. "He's still in the tent. He's trying to shave, and he's using Dad's cologne and everything."
She snickered stupidly, and Trudy felt sick. How could Jim even think of paying a dumb girl like her for a little nooky? She looked like a cow to Trudy, with her big tits and broad hips. Maybe she was young and tender but she didn't have much personality.
But Trudy remembered what Jim said about a man in heat, and wondered if it could be true? Were men really that helpless at the sight of a naked cunt?
"Well, let's not stand here all night," she said grouchily as Jim kept his arm around Bonnie. "Let's go over by the fire."
"You go ahead," Jim said in a flustered voice as he glanced at Bonnie's eager face. "I think I'll take a little walk. You wanta come with me, Bonnie?"
"Oh gee, sure!" she giggled, and snuggled closer to him.
"When will your parents be back?" Trudy said, trying to keep the ice out of her voice.
"Not for two more days," Bonnie answered. "Like I told you this afternoon, they took the boat and floated the river. They're gonna go all the way down near Moab, and Dale's gonna pick them up there."
"That's what we should do one of these days, Trudy," Jim said. "I haven't floated a river for years. It's a hell of a lot of fun, and we can find fishing holes that nobody can reach from the bank."
"Are you sure you want me along?" Trudy couldn't help the caustic remark.
"Yeah, it sounds like fun." Jim seemed to be dreaming out loud. "C'mon Sweetie, let's take a walk in the trees."
He pulled Bonnie's hand and they walked toward the thick trees without a backward glance.
Trudy wanted to stop him, to keep him by her side. It was a lonely feeling to stand under the stars in an unfamiliar place. For a moment she wished she had gone to the rock festival with Ronda; that was until she saw Johnny walking toward the fire.
"Hi!" she waved to him, and began to relax as he walked closer. Johnny was a tall, good-looking lad, and as he approached, Trudy lost her apprehension about the lonely place and the darkness of the night. He smiled when he came closer and she could tell he was blushing.
"Where's my sister?" he coughed nervously as he stared at her.
"She went with Jim, out there," Trudy pointed toward the trees. "Shall we go look for them? Or would you rather roast potatoes?" She made the potatoes sound like poison, but the boy was too nervous to speak as he stared at her ripe titties.
"There's too many people at the fire anyway," Trudy urged, feeling her pulse quicken as she glanced at Johnny's crotch and remembered what Jim said about the size of his cock. "Shall we go into the woods and look for them?"
"I guess we could." Johnny coughed again, and kept changing his weight from foot to foot.
"Come on then," Trudy said, taking his hand and they started toward the trees. "They must be in there someplace."
Away from the flickering bonfire it was dark, and she had a hard time walking when they reached the trees. But a few moments later her eyes dilated to the darkness. Then she noticed how peaceful and beautiful the forest was by night. She could hear the rustling of the leaves, and strange little noises off in the near distance, but she wasn't frightened. Somehow the forest enhanced the lovely evening and besides, her pulse was pounding more furiously every second.
If it was true what Jim said, that she could seduce a castrated pelican, then she ought to be able to make a sixteen-year-old boy show her the size of his cock.
As they walked deeper into the woods she wondered if it was right for her to seduce a youngster. Jim figured that a fellow should always do the seducing but she knew it didn't really work out that way. A girl always made the final decision. If she wasn't willing, then nobody got screwed.
Still, she had qualms about letting Johnny do it to her. It was like robbing the cradle.
But the fire in her loins was too fierce to be doused in the cold waters of a guilty conscience. A girl had to get all the loving she could, while she could, because one day it would end. She would either get married and be cut off, or get old until no man would want her. She could even lose her own desire for sex.
"What a horrible thing!" she muttered heavily as she stepped over a fallen limb. "What did you say?" Johnny whispered excitedly, as though a thousand ears were listening.
"I was just thinking out loud," Trudy sighed as she stopped to pick a twig out of her shoe. "But I hope there ain't any snakes in here!"
"Are you sure Bonnie and Jim came this way?" Johnny glanced around nervously, then let his eyes wander to Trudy's breasts. "I don't see Bonnie any place."
"Oh, they're in here all right," Trudy assured him, noticing how difficult it was for the boy to take his eyes off her body. "But we better not find them, or they'll get mad. They're probably making love right now."
"Oh golly!" Johnny coughed, and Trudy could see him blush even by the pale light of the moon.
"Have you ever made love to a girl?" Trudy teased, daring him gently. He stared at her, and looked around for an avenue of escape.
"No, Trudy, I ain't ever tried it before!"
"You can kiss me if you want." She closed her eyes and waited, but nothing happened, so she opened them again and smiled her most alluring smile.
"You sure are pretty!" he stuttered with embarrassment. "I ain't never seen anybody as pretty as you, Trudy!"
"Put your arms around me, Johnny," she invited. "I won't break."
He stared at her, and then reached over quickly to touch her titty.
"Ooohh-h....!" Trudy gasped. "That feels good!"
"They sure are big!" Johnny's voice trembled as he groped at her breasts. "I ain't never touched a girl's boobs before."
"Oh, come on now," Trudy teased as she stepped closer. "Don't tell me you haven't played around even a little bit?" . "Cross my heart!" he made the sign emphatically. "Sure I watched Bonnie take a bath through the keyhole a few times. But I ain't never touched a naked girl before!" His voice was shaking and he trembled, but he kept groping at her breasts until Trudy felt like she was ready to have an orgasm.
"Kiss me, Johnny!" she pleaded, rubbing against his hard young body. "Put your arms around me, and kiss me hard!"
"Oh sure," he gasped. "I'd like that, Trudy! You sure are a pretty woman!"
He grabbed her suddenly, awkwardly, and kissed her so passionately it made her lips ache; she wished he hadn't called her a woman. It made her feel ancient. But when his hands began groping at her body she forgot everything except the sweet pleasure of his eager touch. His fingers were desperate as they clutched at her soft flesh.
"I can feel your boobs!" he gasped as he fondled her breasts. "I can really feel your boobs!"
Trudy could feel his prick too, like a hunk of untempered metal trying to pierce his trousers.
"Let me see it," she whispered as she reached for his zipper. "Take it out and let me see your young cock!"
Johnny was trembling so bad he had a difficult time getting his zipper open, but when his cock flopped out Trudy gasped with delight.
"Oh, look at that!" she said gleefully. "Isn't that a big one! And it's so white!"
She touched it, and the boy moaned with pleasure. His prick was magnificent, and Trudy didn't feel lonely any more. She rubbed her finger up and down his pecker, then squeezed the knob on the end until Johnny started to dry fuck the air.
"It feels good!" he groaned. "I think I'm gonna cum, Trudy!"
"Oh, not yet!" she insisted, ripping at his belt. "Take off your pants and let me see all of it! I wanta see your balls, too!"
"Let me see your boobs!" he gasped as he tore at his trousers. "I wanta see both of 'em, right up close, with no covers!"
Trudy beat him undressing and stood under the swaying trees as she watched him rumble with the buttons of his shirt.
"Here, let me help you," she whispered excitedly as she undid the remaining buttons. "Hurry, Johnny! Get them all off. Hurry!"
Trudy's nipples were throbbing and her pussy was on fire as she watched him tear the underclothing from his young body. When he stood naked before her, she couldn't believe her eyes. He was sort of a skinny kid and she could see the outline of his ribs through the firm flesh; his arms were gnarled with muscle and his legs were gaunt.
But his cock was magnificent!
It stood straight out, like the arm of an oak, and his hairy balls dangled against the pale whiteness of his thighs.
"Ooohhh, it's beautiful!" Trudy almost sang the words. "It's so big, and so beautiful!"
Johnny stood hesitantly as he stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her nude body. He was breathing heavily and Trudy could count his heartbeats in the jerky movement of his penis; he reached over to grab her nipple and she gasped with pain.
"Ooowww, don't be so rough, Johnny! You don't have to squeeze them so hard!"
"They're really tits!" he groaned. "I can really see your naked tits!"
"Well, what the hell did you expect, feathers?" She rubbed her breasts where his fingers left bruises. "But don't be so damn rough, okay?"
"Can I kiss them, Trudy?" His voice was quivering. "Can I just touch them with my mouth a little?"
"Suck them all you want," she said, somewhat disappointed with his uncouth sexual approach. "But don't bite them!"
He bent down and put his lips over one of her nipples, then stood in the moonlight and sucked like it was a bottle. It felt marvelous, but Trudy was getting bored with his approach. She wanted him to make love to her, to take her by force and make her squeal with passion. But Johnny was too green and she knew she was going to have to guide him through the valley of sex.
He was masturbating as he sucked on her nipple; the twigs on the ground were painful on her bare feet.
"Let's lay down, Johnny." She tried to pull him off her breast but he wouldn't let go. "Come on dammit, let's do it right!"
He still wouldn't let go of her nipple, and he was making so much noise with his slurping that she figured he was imagining that he was nursing milk out of her body.
"For hellsakes!" She pulled his hair until he released her breast. "Let go of it, will you!"
She yanked hard, and when his teeth came away they scraped her nipple like a set of small razor blades.
"Damn, that hurt!" She rubbed her breast. "You wanta give me cancer or something!"
"Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you, Trudy." His voice was full of apology. "I never want to hurt you, Trudy!" His eyes were glazed and he kept playing with his peter; Trudy wished she was back at the fire. It wasn't much fun when a girl played the dominant role in sex, and her passion was diminishing by the moment.
"Can I touch your thing!" asked Johnny as he stared at her crotch.
"It ain't a thing, you dumb bastard." She was getting mad. "This is my cunt. My cunt!" She rubbed her hand across it.
"Can I touch it, Trudy?" he asked as he kept playing with his pecker. "I ain't never seen a bare one before, except in pictures. Or else Bonnie's, through the keyhole."
"What do you do," snapped Trudy angrily. "Peek through the keyhole and watch Bonnie, while you masturbate?"
"Well sure!" he admitted. "Bonnie's got a real build on her, and I see her naked all the time!"
"Next you'll be fucking your sister," Trudy sighed, wishing she was back at the camper, or by the fire, or anyplace except here in the woods with a goof ball.
"Can I fuck you, Trudy?" He tried to jab his cock between her legs. "You can show me how to do it."
He kept fucking her standing up, but all it was doing was rubbing across the outside lips of her pussy.
"Ooohhhh," Trudy sighed, suddenly all passionate again. "That feels good, Johnny! Stick it in me, Honey! Stoop down and get it between my legs! Yes, that's it! Now push up real hard. Harder! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohh-h-h! Oh my God, I can feel it going in! Ooowww, it's big. Oh Christ, it ain't gonna go in!"
With a desperate movement she backed away from him to spread their clothes on the ground, then lay down quickly.
"Get on top of me," she said as she spread her legs. "Jab that big cock inside of me, Johnny. Hurry! For Godsakes hurry, before I come without you!"
The twigs and rocks under the clothes dug into her back, but she didn't mind the pain as Johnny got between her legs and stared at her pussy. He made little animal sounds as he tickled the hairs around her cunt lips, but He didn't peed any guide to show him where his cock belonged.
With a frantic lunge he rammed his huge prick in her so hard that Trudy screamed in pain, and then he began fucking so frantically that she thought he was going to bury her in the ground.
"Ohhh yesss-s-sss...!" she hissed happily. "Do it to me hard, Johnny. That's it, Honey! Faster! Get it all the way in, Honey! Ohh, it feels so good!"
He fucked so hard, and made such desperate sounds as he humped frantically on top of her, that Trudy knew he wasn't going to last very long. She tried to get him to slow down so it could go on all night, but Johnny kept fucking harder, and faster, until she couldn't hold herself.
"I'm gonna come!" she gasped. "Oh Lord, I'm gonna come a hard one! Ohhhh-h-h...! Oh God, I'm coming!"
She could feel his prick ramming desperately inside of her, and when he came she blubbered with ecstasy and met him stroke for stroke. She could feel the hot semen boil like a river into her cunt, and he pumped so insanely at her body that she feared he was going to rupture himself. He didn't try to kiss her, and he didn't touch her breasts again. He was hooked on her cunt and was making the most of it. He fucked her desperately and violently, and Trudy felt like she could lay there all night and let him find out how much more fun it was with a girl than with his own bony fingers.
But after he came, he stopped. Just as though he had brakes on his ass, he stopped.
"Ooowww, do it some more!" she gasped, screwing desperately beneath him. "I want some more, Johnny! Do it some more, Honey! Stick it deep and screw me some more!"
But he was through. Drained. He shot his load and was paralyzed with satisfaction.
Trudy could feel his prick start to shrivel inside of her, and she got frantic.
"I need some more!" she cried as she pulled him between her thighs. "Fuck me some more, Johnny! Oh! Oh! Oh Lord, I need some more!"
But he lay still, panting heavily, and she could feel the spittle dripping from his mouth to run down the crack of her neck.
"You dumb little bastard!" she sobbed as she pushed him off. "You stupid little jerk!"
He lay on his back with his limp pecker hanging over to one side and a sheepish grin on his face, but Trudy wanted to grab a stick and whip his pecker. It wasn't right for a guy to leave a girl half-finished. Even if the guy was just a kid, he should still know enough to satisfy a woman when they got to screwing. There wasn't anything in the world as terrible, as horrifying, as being naked and needing a fuck, while the guy lay on his back unable to get a hard-on.
"You stupid little jerk!" Trudy was almost crying as she got to her feet. "Now I've got to find Jim before I go crazy! You dumb little bastard! That's the last time I get a dumb kid to fuck me!"
She dressed hurriedly while Johnny sat up and grinned happily. She left him alone in the woods as she started back to the fire.
"Oh Lord, it hurts!" she said, pressing a hand against her throbbing pussy. "I've gotta do something real fast!"
She hurried toward the fire, and glanced around at the men who were singing their puerile songs into the starlit night. One of them was going to get raped real fast. Or maybe the whole damn bunch of them! Right now she felt like she could take on the whole campground! A girl deserved a gangbang once in her life, and tonight was a hell of a good time to get one started.
"Here I come, you beautiful bastards!" she groaned as she neared the bonfire. "Come one, come all, I'm ready to fuck till the sun comes up!"
The singing of the voices blended happily with the music of her heart as she pictured the violence that was going to be visited upon her lush body in the next few hours.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bonnie was a good piece of ass, but Jim still wasn't satisfied. A couple of times before the same thing had happened to him.
"You can do it to me some more," Bonnie smiled as she looked up at him from the bed of pine needles. "You can do it for a long time, if you want. I like it."
"Yeah, most girls do." Jim picked a pine nut to pieces and stared through the trees. "But I'm afraid you can't satisfy me, Bonnie. After watching that old guy bust your cherry, you leave me cold."
"You liked it when we started," she said as she sat up and put her arm around him. "And you said I got you hot, too."
"You did," he admitted. "But it reminds me of a friend of mine at the aircraft plant. He had a pretty young wife and he really loved her. But sexually, she left him cold. He wouldn't divorce her because he loved her, but they had to become swingers to satisfy their sex life."
"Well, that old guy liked me!" she said defensively, ready to cry. "And plenty of men have tried to touch me before, too!"
"Cripes yes." Jim ran his fingers through her hair, then gave her a little squeeze. "You're a sexy girl, Bonnie. I didn't mean anything bad about you, Sweetie. You'll have a million guys after your tail. But sometimes, the chemistry isn't right. Haven't you ever seen a guy that was handsome, but didn't appeal to you?"
"Sometimes," she admitted. "But a man doesn't have to be handsome before I like him."
"That's what I mean." He pinched her titty and smiled warmly. "I've seen plenty of fabulous females who couldn't make me get a hard-on, and I've been around some real dogs that had sex appeal. You're one of the pretty ones Bonnie, but you just didn't satisfy me."
"Well I'm sorry, Jimmy," she said as she kissed his bare shoulder. "But you can have some more, if you want."
"Naw," he sighed, and stared down at his limp pecker. "I think I need something weird tonight. I'll go back to the camper and get Trudy. Maybe we can get a real orgy started. Try something goofy for a change."
"But you said Trudy was going to screw my brother?"
"Sure, but shell still be ready for a sex party. Trudy can fuck all night, if we find enough guys for her. She really likes her poontang."
"Me, too," Bonnie giggled, and started to play with his cock. "You can do it some more if you want, Jimmy. And you can kiss me, too."
Her voice was soft and she rubbed her cheek against his arm, but it was distasteful to Jim. For some reason, he felt like a guy in a whorehouse, and all he wanted was to get rid of Bonnie.
"Better get dressed so we can go back to the fire," he told her as he stood up. "And I'm sorry I broke your bra strap."
"Oh, that's okay." She brushed the pine needles off her panties as she stood up.
"You were really hot when we started, Jimmy, but I had more fun with that old geezer when he got me over the stump."
"Naturally," Jim admitted. "A girl always remembers her first piece of ass. And I'll bet that old bastard thinks about you while he jacks off for the next ten years!"
"Do you think he really will?" She giggled, and the puppy fat on her face wasn't pretty any more.
"Yeah, he'll remember you all right." Jim threw the shell of the pine cone against a tree trunk. "The older a guy gets, the younger he wants his pussy."
"I like older men, too." Bonnie struggled into her bra, and tried to tie the strap where it was broken. "My brother reached under the covers last week and touched me between the legs, and that got me all shook up. But mostly I like older men."
"Come on, get that thing tied, will you?" Jim was getting angry. "I want to get back to the camper and find Trudy."
"Well, you broke it, not me!" Her lips got thin. "And what if you make me have a baby?"
"Stupid broad!" Jim mumbled under his breath as he turned away from her. Sometimes, he wondered if the fucking he got was worth the fucking he took. He suddenly felt an incredible warmth for Trudy. At least she didn't act like an ass, and took their sex as a natural function of life. A guy could do a lot worse than keep Trudy with him for a long, long time.
"You coming?" he asked gruffly as Bonnie finished dressing and then kept goofing around under the tree.
"I lost my bracelet," she said frantically. "I had it on my wrist when we started, and now it's gone. Oh! And it was a souvenir from Yellowstone, too!"
"Fuck the bracelet," Jim growled. "Let's get back to camp!"
"Oh, here it is!" She stooped down to retrieve it among the pine needles, and sighed happily. "Gee, I wouldn't want to lose this!"
"You women and your trinkets!" Jim shook his head. "Come on now, let's get back."
She held his arm possessively as they walked back through the woods, but Jim was disgusted. She was a little slut and he didn't like her at all. Some women could screw a different guy every day and still be attractive, while some approached sex like pigs. Bonnie was the wrong kind and he wanted to get rid of her fast. There was no imagination with her sex, and he figured she'd end up married to some poor joker who worked his ass off, while she laid around and got fat and sloppy. He shuddered to think about it, and knew how lucky he was to have Trudy.
But Trudy wasn't at the fire, and Johnny told him she went to one of the tents to have a party.
"Which one?" Jim glanced around at the many tents.
"That one over there," the boy pointed. "I wanted to go, too, but she wouldn't let me."
"Why don't you take your sister and peek through the keyhole." Jim pushed Bonnie at him. "That should satisfy both of you."
"There ain't no keyhole in a tent," Bonnie giggled.
Jim left them and walked toward the tent. He could hear the sound of a party echoing in the quiet night. It was a happy sound, and he was glad to be in his own world again. When he lifted the tent flap he stared with disbelief.
There were eight people in the tent, five of them women, and one of the females was laying on a tent cot naked as a jaybird. She had her legs high in the air and a guy was about to stuff a quarter-pound of butter up her cunt.
"Oh, hi Jim!" Trudy smiled happily when she saw him, and came over to hold his hand. "Come in and join the fun, Honey!"
"What the hell's going on?" he asked, staring incredulously at the scene on the cot.
"Nellie said her cunt was hot enough to melt butter, and Gordon's going to prove it." Trudy's lovely face was a welcome sight.
"He's gonna stick that butter brick up her cunt."
Nellie wasn't very pretty, but she had a lovely figure and the hairs on her snatch looked like a wild raspberry bush. Jim walked closer, still holding Trudy's hand, and stared as he felt his prick get hard again. One of the other women said hello but the rest were so engrossed in watching Nellie they ignored him.
"Okay now, here she goes!" Gordon laughed heartily as he pressed the square hunk of butter against Nellie's crotch. "If it melts, then by God I'll lick it out with my tongue!"
"Her cunt's gonna have four corners in it?" one of the women, a nice-looking blonde, laughed merrily. "She'll need a guy with a brick-shaped prick after this!"
Nellie groaned as Gordon forced the square of butter up her cunt; she threw her head back on the cot and started to make little sounds of pleasure while her hips began moving with quick little spasms.
"Uunngghhh-h-h...!" she groaned. "Oh Christ, it feels like sandpaper! Ohhh!"
"You dumb ass!" One of the women pushed Gordon aside. "You forgot to take the paper off the butter!"
She pulled the cube out of Nellie, stripped off the paper, and then inserted it forcefully back inside the boiling pussy.
"It looks like I could stuff a whole pound in there!" the woman chuckled. "Hold still, Nellie, while I get it all the way in!"
"I'm getting hot, Jim!" Trudy put her arm around him and squeezed him tight. "That kid didn't know how to do it right, and I'm still hot and bothered!"
"Yeah, same with me." He stared .at Nellie's wide-open crotch, and wondered how so much cunt hair could grow in that private place. "I'd like to stick my cock in there with the butter! God, that would really make some fine slippings!"
Nellie was squirming on the cot, and it was feeling so good to her that she reached down with her finger and inserted it against her clitoris.
"Ooohhh-h-h...!" she moaned. "Oh Lord, it feels good! Oh Christ, I think it's gonna make me come!"
"Don't come yet, Nellie," A trim, well tailored blonde sat on the cot beside her. "Let me help you a little, Honey."
The blonde put her head between Nellie's legs and started to suck on her cunt. A moment later she came up for air with a hunk of butter between her teeth.
"Ummm-m-m, tastes pretty good." She chewed the butter, then swallowed it. "Anyone for an apertif?"
She smiled at the group but Jim could see cold violence in her eyes. When she went back to sucking Nellie, he got so hot he wanted to stick his cock up her ass.
"I'm gonna burst a gasket!" he told Trudy. "Let's go back to the camper and have a piece of ass!"
"Don't you want to watch?" Trudy's voice was full of untapped passion. "They told me they do all sorts of things, Jim. Let's stay and watch for a little while?"
"Who the hell are these people anyway, Trudy?" he asked.
"I'll introduce you later. I met them at the fire and they told me they come every weekend for an orgy. There's over twenty of them altogether, but some of them haven't arrived yet. Oh, look at that! The blonde's gonna try and screw Nellie!"
Nellie was babbling with ecstasy as the blonde stripped quickly and began fucking her. It looked stupid to Jim, to watch the blonde rub her hairy snatch against Nellie's pussy but it was a fascinating sight. He always wondered how women got their kicks through tribady.
"Let's see if Barbara can melt ice cubes!" Gordon was getting excited as he opened a chest-type icebox and brought out a plastic bag of ice. "If Nellie can melt butter, maybe Barbara can melt these things."
He opened the plastic bag and took out some ice cubes, then started to stuff them up the blonde's cunt.
"Jesus Christ!" She reached back to knock his hand away. "You stupid bastard, that hurts!"
But he spread the cheeks of her ass and got one of the ice cubes half way up her cunt. She squealed with agony and rolled off Nellie to land heavily on the floor.
"You rotten bastard!" She glared at Gordon as she dug the ice cube out of her cunt. "You no-good son of a bitch! Don't you know that could kill me!"
Her pretty face took on the aspect of a storm as she threw the ice cube at Gordon.
"Aw, for Christsakes, Barbara." Gordon appeared angry. "Can't you take a little joke? I was only funning with you."
"Well use a little sense!" She rubbed her pussy as though it was suddenly very tender. "Those fucking things have sharp edges. How would you like me to stick one up your piss hole?"
"I'm gonna come! Nellie wheezed violently as she fingerfucked herself on the cot. "Oh shit, I'm gonna come!"
She rocked the cot as she rubbed her clitoris; when she was having her orgasm Jim wished he was on top of her. She really let go, and squeezed the walls of her vagina so tight the butter came squishing out onto the canvas cot.
"The fucking thing's half melted!" Gordon stared at the butter cube. "All the edges are gone. If s shaped like a banana now."
It was true, but Jim figured it was the pressure of her vagina muscles more than the heat of her body that shaped the butter like a yellow hotdog.
"I wanta eat it!" Barbara picked up the butter and began licking it. "It tastes just like raw pussy."
"Is she a lesbian, Jim?" Trudy whispered as she snuggled closer to him.
"Yeah, she must be," he said as he watched Barbara lick the butter.
"You want a bite, Trudy?"
"Are you kidding!" She stared at him.
"You were ready to eat Ronda's pussy in the camper," he teased. "Remember?"
"Sure, but that's a lot different than what Barbara's doing. Ughhh! It's like eating a used tampax!" She shuddered, and pretended to vomit.
"I think I'll screw Barbara," he said. "I hear a lesbian's a good piece of ass."
"Gordon's ready too," Trudy smiled happily. "But I'm afraid he'll stick the tent pole up my cunt or something."
"Shall we try it?" Jim smiled. "I could use a piece of ass."
"Me, too. But they seem to be ignoring us. Maybe we don't fit into their party?"
"Take off your blouse. Once those guys see your beautiful tits, we'll join all right."
Trudy started to remove her blouse and Jim could see that she was in need of a lay. Her bosom was heaving rapidly and her eyes were dilated with passion, while tight little noises kept issuing from her throat.
"Man, I think I'll fuck you myself!" he groaned as he watched her toss the blouse aside and reach back to undo her bra. "You're still the best looking woman here, Trudy!"
"Do it to me, Jim!" She crushed her body against him. "Oh yes, do it to me, Honey."
She kissed him violently, and pressed her pussy against his stiff prick while her tongue nicked madly inside his mouth. He dug his fingers into her firm buttocks and was about to throw her on the floor when somebody pulled them apart.
"Hey, how about sharing some of that stuff?" Gordon stared at Trudy's naked breasts. "Lord, you've sure got nice tits. What did you say your name is?"
"Her name's Trudy." Jim was angry at being interrupted. "Come on, Trudy, let's go back to the camper."
He took her hand as Trudy stooped down to get her blouse and bra, but Gordon asked them to stay.
"The party's just getting started," he smiled, and it was a friendly smile even though his face was pained with desire. "Stick around and have some fun, you two."
"Yes, please don't go." One of the women came over to stand by Jim. "We need some new blood in the party."
She was a nice looking woman, about twenty-four, and Jim thought she was sexy even though her breasts were small. She had perfect teeth, sensual lips, and her skin was so fair he knew she would bruise easily.
"Cripes, I'm ready to come in my pants." He squirmed to give his hard-on more room. "We ain't used to all this messing around with butter and stuff. When we get hot, we get on with it, right, Trudy?"
"That's right," she smiled as she slipped into her blouse. "And I sure don't want ice cubes stuck inside me, either."
"Aw, we were just kidding," Gordon chuckled. "Nellie always likes us to do something goofy before we screw her, and Barbara licks up the leftovers. She likes it that way."
"Is Barbara a lesbian?" Trudy asked. "Damned if I really know," Gordon shook his head. "We've all screwed her, and she's dry-fucked all the women. I guess she's bisexual. Or all-sexual!" He laughed heartily.
"You wanta stay, Trudy?" Jim asked. "You feel like trying some of this kinky screwing?"
"Sure, if you do," she said. "Isn't that what we wanted in the first place? Lots of fucking, and strange goings-on?"
"Yeah."
"You don't sound too eager," Trudy frowned.
"I just don't want anybody to hurt you, Honey." He squeezed her hand, and then pointed to the young girl who sneaked into the tent. "Oh oh! There's Bonnie. Looks like she wants to get in on the fun."
"You two know her?" Gordon asked suspiciously.
"Yeah," Jim said. "She just got her cherry busted, and she really likes her nooky. She'll probably take on the whole tent."
"She's kind of young, isn't she?" Gordon stared at Bonnie as she stood smiling near the tent flap.
"Just a kid," Jim nodded.
"Well, if she can keep her trap shut, well fix her up," Gordon smiled as one of the women went over to welcome Bonnie. "I wouldn't mind laying her myself. She looks mighty sweet and tender."
"You sure you want to stay, Trudy?" Jim asked.
"I'm all nervous, Jim," she admitted. "I need a piece of ass real bad. But I'd just as soon go back to the camper, if you want."
"Sounds like you two are on your honeymoon," Gordon kidded. "Are you sure you came to the right tent?"
"Yeah, we're sure," Jim said gruffly. "We like an orgy as much as anybody else."
"Well, you're more than welcome." Gordon made a gesture with his hand to invite them to stay. "But we don't want any trouble. We've worked a long time to get our party together and we sure don't want anyone to botch it up now. And it looks to me like you two are in love; too much in love to be swingers!"
CHAPTER NINE
Trudy lay quietly in bed and stared at the ceiling while Jim slept fitfully beside her. She was tired, and her body was sore, but she couldn't sleep. Could it be true that she and Jim were falling in love? Was their pleasure trip about to end?
Love and sex were two different things, Jim insisted. But was it possible for two people in love to let strangers play with them sexually?
They had a lot of fun in the tent, and got satisfied royally, but Jim didn't even kiss her before he crawled into the camper and went to sleep. She knew he was annoyed, and was afraid he meant to dump her as soon as he got the chance.
"I want to stay with you, Honey" she whispered as she turned over to put an arm around him. "This is the first real home I ever had, and nobody ever cared for me before."
Jim groaned in his sleep and mumbled something, but she couldn't decipher his dreams.
She slept fitfully, and woke once with the memory of Gordon's hard cock inside of her, but the only precious thing in her world was the presence of Jim.
Sex was fun; it was exciting and necessary to calm the storm in her bosom, but it could not compare to her need for Jim's affection. Even half-awake, she realized there was a growing happiness in her life, predicated on being with him, and she went back to sleep wishing she could control the frightful desire in her loins. What good was all the stranga loving she could get, if she couldn't share it with Jim?
When they woke in the morning Jim hustled her out of bed and they left the campground without waiting to eat breakfast.
"I'm glad to get away from there," Jim said as he drove the camper down the highway. "There's gonna be trouble when Bonnie's folks get back."
"She sure does like to screw," Trudy sighed. "Have you ever seen anybody lay there like that and let fifteen people play with her body? Gosh, I thought she was gonna flip out! Especially when Nellie was eating her cunt. She sure did scream, didn't she, Jim?"
"Cripes, I'll say she did! And all hell's gonna break loose when her folks find out."
"Maybe they won't know?" Trudy leaned toward the open window to catch the breeze.
"Oh, they'll find out," Jim said. "Bonnie's gone ape for sex, and she'll fuck half the camp before they leave. She's gonna put the make on her brother, too, before it's over."
"Do you think she'd really let her brother do it to her, Jim?
"You're damn right she will! They've had the hots for each other all along, and they ain't gonna be satisfied till they screw each other."
"Where we going now, Jim?"
"About a hundred miles down the road, toward Tonapah."
"Is there something special there? You sure are driving fast."
"Yeah, I know." He let up on the gas.
"Guess we should take it easy. It'll still be there when we get there."
"What'll be there?"
"The glory hole."
"What's a glory hole?"
He laughed, and pinched her leg; he turned the music louder until she could hardly hear the hum of the truck engine.
Trudy reached over and turned the radio off, then asked again about the glory hole.
"What is it, Jim?"
"The sweetest thing this side of heaven," he smiled happily. "I've heard about them for years but didn't know where to find one."
"Well dammit, will you please tell me what it is?"
"Gordon told me where to find it. They go up there all the time, he said."
"Go up where? For what?" Trudy was getting angry.
"Up near Tonapah. To the glory hole."
Trudy was so mad she wouldn't ask again, and sat silent with a storm across her face.
"Okay," Jim laughed and patted her knee. "I'll tell you what it is. You take a little building, see? Like a double outhouse. Only it isn't used as a shitter anymore. The wall has a big hole knocked through it, about the level of your crotch."
"What's it for, Jim?"
"I'm telling you, ain't I? Well anyway, when somebody wants a piece of ass they go in the shed and put their prick through the hole. Somebody else sneaks in the other side and gets swinging on the stiff prick. See? It was originally used by queers in public toilets, around bus stations and things, but now a lot of people use them."
"That don't make sense to me," Trudy frowned. "Why don't they just get a motel, or screw in a tent or something?"
"Because a lot of people want to get screwed, but don't want anybody to know they did it. That's the whole idea, Trudy. With a glory hole you can get fucked, and never know who you did it to."
"But you can't kiss through Wood, Jim."
"Naturally. You ain't there to get loved. Only for a piece of ass. A really strange piece of ass."
"But what if two women get to the hole at the same time?"
"Sometimes they plan it that way. Sometimes a homo sticks his ass up there, and another guy cornholes him without knowing it."
"Would you do that, Jim? Would you fuck another man?"
"Christ no!" he shuddered as he shifted gears to climb a steep hill. "I like pussy too much!"
"Could you tell the difference, even if you couldn't see who was on the other side of the wall?"
"I dunno," he admitted. "I hear tell that some fags use K-Y Jelly and other gook, and train their shit scoop until they fool plenty of guys. Some fags even dress like women and get guys to screw 'em."
"Do they really, Jim?" Trudy was shocked.
"You bet your ass they do." He shifted into high as they topped the hill. "Just like some women dress as men, and use a dildo to hump another broad."
"Are there really strange people like that?" Trudy got a candy bar out of the jockey box and broke it in half, gave one to Jim and began munching on the other. "What else do people do?"
"Criminey, you've been around, Trudy. You should know about these things."
"Oh, I've heard talk," she admitted. "But I didn't think it was true."
"Hell, yes, it's true. With a pecker, or a hot pussy, you'd be surprised at some of the wild things people do."
"Tell me about some of them?" Trudy was getting passionate.
"Well, people like to screw, and they invent all kinds of tricks to make it different. I saw a Shetland pony hump a woman in Panama when I was in the Navy."
"Did you really? A real, live, horse?"
"Not a horse, a pony. But he had a prick the size of a pepperoni, and he rammed it in her cunt right up to the hilt."
"Didn't it kill her?"
"Cripes no. She loved it. Did it twice a day in a little theatre near the edge oi Panama City. We paid a buck a head to watch, and they did all sorts of kooky things."
"Tell me about it," Trudy was squirming on the seat. "What else did they do?"
"Aw, two broads came out and sucked each other's cunt. One of them stuck a maraschino cherry up her twat and the other got it out with her tongue and ate it. Then a dozen people got out there and had an orgy. Men and women. They fucked, and sucked, and stuck things up each other's asses, and one broad with giant tits let a monkey nurse her breasts."
"Ugghhhh! That sounds horrible. Tell me more!"
"Wait'll I stop this truck," Jim swerved over to the side of the highway and parked. "Let's get in the back and I'll show you some of the other stuff!"
Trudy was out of the truck and into the camper almost before he set the brake, and when he got to her she came fast, almost before he had a chance to get his prick in. They screwed wildly for almost an hour, until Jim fell exhausted on top of her.
"You sexy little witch!" he groaned happily as he kissed her. "What am I gonna do with you, Trudy?'
"Love me some more, Jimmy. I want some more!"
He blew a deep breath at the top of the camper as he rolled off her. "You must think my cock's made of iron or something. You need a regiment, Trudy. One man ain't ever gonna satisfy you."
"I know it," she sighed softly against his chest. "And I wish I could change. I wish I could be like other girls, and be satisfied with one man. With you, Jimmy."
"Don't call me Jimmy. And you wouldn't really want me alone, Trudy. That would spoil everything. We'd never get to try that glory hole."
"I don't care about that old thing," she moaned softly as she snuggled closer. "I just want to lay here forever and have you close to me."
"Yeah," he admitted. "It does feel nice and cozy."
"Kiss me, Jimmy," her voice was tender, and filled with devotion. "Put your arms around me and kiss me, Honey. Hold me close!"
When they got to Hidden Acres it was a lovely spot, very secluded and overgrown with wild ferns, deep grasses and berry bushes. There was a swamp nearby and Jim could hear frogs croaking, and though there were plenty of campers parked in the area it was unusually quiet.
"Everybody must be embarrassed," he said as they looked around, trying to see the little shack. "Everybody's here to get screwed but nobody wants to admit it."
"How will we ever find the shack in all those trees?" Trudy squinted against the sunlight.
"Well just follow the crowd. When it gets dark, we'll sneak in there with the rest of them."
"I'm kind of scared, Jim," Trudy said as she picked a wild daisy and started to pluck the petals one at a time. "He loves me, he loves me not....!"
"We don't have to try it if you don't want to." He smiled when the petals ended up with he loves me.
"I didn't say I didn't want to try it." She tossed the flower stem away. "It makes me all shivery, to think about a strange peter in me."
"So let's rest up a little before dark," he suggested. "We can have something to eat, and get ready for some fun?"
CHAPTER TEN
"Which side do the girls go in?" Trudy whispered as they stood in the trees and stared at the shack.
"Take your pick, I guess," Jim shrugged. "They've ruined the whole damn thing anyway."
"What do you mean, Jim?"
"A glory hole is supposed to be secret, so you don't have any idea who's on the other side. But this damn thing is so open you can watch and see who goes in."
"Are we supposed to hide our eyes or something?"
"Naw, but a real glory hole should have two entrances, far apart, so you never have any idea who comes or goes."
"Speaking of coming...!" Trudy's voice was heavy with desire. "I'm so hot I'm ready to pee in my pants."
"So go give it a try." He pushed her gently toward the shack.
"What if somebody's already in my side? And which side do I go in, anyway?"
"You want me to go first?"
"I'm really nervous," she smiled with guilt, "but I sure do want to try it."
"Go ahead then. I'll wait here, only don't be too long or you'll find my cock in that hole."
Trudy took a deep breath and started toward the shack. Just as she got near the place two other women converged out of the trees, and the three of them stood glancing nervously at each other.
"Well...?" Trudy cleared her throat angrily when no one moved.
"Let's all go in," one of the women giggled. She was a handsome female with large breasts and a soft, angelic face. "I saw four fellas go in the other side just a few minutes ago."
Trudy felt her heart beating wildly, and her loins were aching with anticipation as she walked hesitantly toward the wooden shack.
"Go ahead," the handsome woman invited. "Open the door, and we'll follow you."
It was so dark inside Trudy wished she had brought the flashlight; already she could sense spider webs in the room. There was a strong smell of decaying human feces and she knew some people still used the place as a shitter, but in the soft moonlight she could see the glory hole in the wall.
"Leave the door open," she cautioned when it swung shut. "It's too dark in here with the door closed!"
"Oh my God, look at that!" one of the women squealed happily as she pointed at the hole. "There's a cock waiting for us!"
Trudy saw the hard prick shoved through the hole. It was a nice prick, about seven inches long and of moderate girth, but the head on it was small. The hole was almost a foot in diameter; she could, see the hairy balls dangling through, too, and the sight of the strange pecker got her all excited.
"Oooowwww....!" she gasped as she tore at her zipper. "Oh cripes, I'm gonna fuck it!"
She had her pants half way down when it suddenly got black inside the shack.
"Open the door!" she squealed desperately. "I can't see it."
But it stayed black, until with fumbling fingers she reached for the door latch. When moonlight came into the shack, she saw that someone had beat her to the cock. The woman with the angelic face was on her knees with the strange cock down her throat. She gagged happily on the stiff pecker.
Trudy stood with her pants at half-mast watching with fascination as the woman sucked off the guy on the other side of the wall. She heard the man yell with pain when the woman massaged his testicles too hard, and she stood with the door ajar and watched the second woman masturbate.
"Oh Christ, I can't stand it!" The woman made ugly little sex sounds as she stood with her shorts around her ankles and rubbed her cunt.
She came fast and hard, falling back against the wall from the aftermath of her orgasm. She was a dumpy looking woman with fat thighs and too much hair on her cunt but it made Trudy hotter than ever to watch a woman play with her own cunt.
"Hurry with that cock!" Trudy groaned as she stared at the cocksucking woman. "I need one real bad! Oh! For Christsakes hurry!"
But the woman kept sucking wildly on the strange pecker, grunting like she was ready to puke from the huge obstruction in her throat. On the other side of the wall, Trudy could hear the noisy laughter of several men and wondered if Jim was among them. It would be disappointing to have him stick his prick through the hole. She needed a strange, untried, naked pecker to impale herself on. A gigantic, unknown, throbbing cock that would shoot her pussy full of hot jism.
"Oh, Lordy, hurry up!" She squirmed against the passion in her loins. "Suck him off and let me get one too! Oh Lordy, I need it bad!"
The woman kept slurping, gnawing on the hard cock and licking the knob like a lollipop, then sucking it clear down past her tonsils. Trudy knew she was going to have to masturbate herself in another minute. She couldn't wait much longer. She was just getting ready to knock the woman away from the glory hole when two other women pushed their way into the shack.
"There ain't any room!" Trudy protested. "And there's only one hole in the wall!"
"I wanna watch!" One woman, a young redhead, stared at the cocksucker on her knees. "Oh my God, look at that! She's eating a cock, Mildred! She's got a cock in her mouth!"
Mildred was more direct and positive with her passion. Without a word she got down beside the handsome woman and tried to lick the balls protruding through the glory hole. Trudy got so excited she forgot about the door and it slammed shut to leave them in darkness.
"Open the door!" someone squealed frantically. "I can't see his prick!"
"Open it yourself." Trudy pulled up her slacks. "I want some cock myself!"
She felt a spider web stick to her arm as she rubbed against the wall, but just then someone opened the door and she could see again.
The handsome woman had had enough of sucking and stood up suddenly to turn her backside to the glory hole. It took some effort for her to get the cock inserted between her legs, and she finally had to lift one leg until she looked like a dog pissing on a tree trunk. But finally she felt the cock slip into the juicy lips of her cunt.
"Ohhhh yesssss....!" she hissed happily. "Oh God, I can feel it in me! Of fuck, it's right up my cunt! Oh!"
She pressed back against the wall to get every inch of hard peter, and Trudy could sense the great pleasure she was experiencing. It looked like a terribly awkward position and the woman was having a hell of a time keeping the rhythm of the screw, but it appeared she was highly satisfied with the arrangement anyway. She squealed and moaned, she grunted and jumped up and down, and when she had her orgasm she fell on her face screaming like a chicken that just laid an egg.
"Me next!" Another woman pushed Trudy out of the way as she dropped her pants and backed up to the cock. "I gotta get it in me! Oh! Ohhh-h-h yesss-s-sss! Oh God it feels good! Oh Lord, I'm gonna come right now! Oh!"
Trudy's pussy was twitching with agony but there was only one pecker available, and she watched helplessly as the woman pressed back onto the hard cock. It looked like she was getting ready to blast off, when she let out a wailing moan and stood up suddenly.
"It's gone!" she screamed frantically. "The bastard pulled his cock away! Oh, the lousy son of a bitch!"
On the other side of the wall Trudy could hear sounds of fighting and figured the guys were battling to get their prick in the glory hole. They made horrible sounds and the walls rattled fiercely, and she could hear the dull thud of fists connecting on soft flesh. For a second, she feared the whole shack was going to be torn apart; there was a lot of cursing that was quite audible, but a few moments later it quieted down and she saw another cock shoved through the wall.
"Open the door wider!" one of the women squealed with excitement. "I wanna see his cock!"
The door was yanked open all the way and Trudy stared at the cock in disbelief. It was a gigantic prick, all swollen with passion and black as midnight.
"There's a black guy over there! Oh God, look at that beautiful black cock! Oh Lord, let me at it!"
Trudy stared with fascination at the giant prick. It was almost purple-colored in the dim light, as big around as her wrist and nearly a foot long. It reminded her of the horse cocks on the farm, but she only got a quick look at it before one of the women bent over and backed onto it. The cock must have hurt because the woman groaned with pain as she forced her way onto the huge black thing.
"Oh Christ!" she groaned. "Oh, God, it hurts! Oh shit, it's big! Oh God, he's gonna split me wide open!"
The colored guy must have really liked it. He was pounding through the glory hole so viciously the woman's head rattled. But he must have jabbed too deep, because she screamed with agony and fell on her side bellowing in pain.
"He ripped it!" she screamed. "Oh God, he went and tore me open! Oh Lord, I'm bleeding!"
She kicked her legs on the floor and bellowed with pain, but Trudy was more interested in the black cock. The guy must have been too far gone to hold it because he was shooting all over the shack. White cum spurted out of the black cock while the guy fucked the hole, pounding so furiously the wall almost caved in. One of the other women grabbed his prick and started to jack him off, pumping so furiously cum flew in all directions.
"Look at him cum!" she squealed with delight. "He's squirting a gallon of the stuff! Ooohhh, look at it squirt!"
She grabbed the huge cock in both hands and knelt on the floor, then wrapped her lips around the black pecker and started to suck the last drops of love juice. Trudy was quivering with excitement and her pussy was so moist her pants were wet, and she heard sounds of another scuffle on the other side of the wall.
A second later, a different prick was shoved through the glory hole.
"This one's mine!" Trudy shouted as she pushed the other women aside. "By God, I'm gonna have this one!"
It was a medium sized prick but Trudy didn't care. If it had been a finger she was determined to get it shoved up her boiling cunt. She needed a screw so bad she was ready to come alone, and when one of the women tried to get the pecker Trudy fought fiercely.
"This one is mine!" Trudy shoved the woman away brutally, then pushed her pants down to her ankles. She bent over quickly, and began to wiggle back onto the cock.
She groaned with instant pleasure. "Ohhhh! I got one in me! Ohh-h-hhh...!"
She felt the throbbing pecker slip into her pussy, and felt the guy pound violently as he forced it deeper into her vagina. But she was so hot and moist it didn't massage her the way she wanted, so she pushed her buttocks frantically against the wall to gain another inch. But the guy shot his wad almost instantly.
"Oh no!" she groaned desperately. "Don't come yet! I need more! Do it some more!"
But the hot semen blasted scorchingly into her cunt while she felt the guy jerk spasmodically against the violence of his orgasm.
"Ifs my turn!" one of the women pulled at Trudy. "Get out of the way and let me get fucked!"
"I didn't come!" Trudy protested as she pressed her naked ass to the hole. "I didn't come yet! Oh! Oh God, I can feel another one! Yeeooowwwhhh, there's another cock in me! Oh! Ooohhhh-h-hh...!"
She felt the heavy pressure of a big cock in her pussy, a thick prick that rubbed hard against the tender wall of her vagina. The guy stroked viciously, while the woman kept trying to pull Trudy off the glory hole.
"Leave me alone!" Trudy gasped as she tried to back right through the wall. "I'm gonna come! Oh Lord, I'm gonna come!"
She could feel the pressure building up and felt her nerves ready to explode with orgasmic fury, but just then the guy pulled his prick out and tried to ram it up her ass.
"Oh no!" she cried frantically. "Put it in my cunt! Give me a fuck! I need a fuck!"
She felt the hole of her anus stretch as he tried to cornhole her; the pain was intense. She stood on tiptoe to make his prick slip down to her pussy, but just then someone yanked at her and made her fall awkwardly onto the floor.
"Damn you!" Trudy jumped to her feet, almost stumbling. "I didn't come yet, damn you! Get out of the way and let me have some more!"
But the woman had taken her place on the throbbing cock and was backed onto it, moaning with ecstasy while her eyes went wild and her mouth drooled spittle.
Trudy doubled up her fist and was taking aim at the woman's teeth when she felt hands in her crotch.
"Whatcha doing?" she slapped at the hand. "For Christsakes whatcha doing!"
"I'll help you to come, Honey," a harsh female voice, filled with sensuality, echoed in the darkness. "Let me lick your pussy, Honey?"
Trudy needed a man's cock, not a woman's lips, but when the woman started to lap at her cunt, like a cat licking milk, Trudy got too burned with passion to resist.
"Oh yessss....!" She started to fuck the woman's face. "Lick it for me! Stick your tongue inside and suck me off! Oh! Ohhh-h-h! Eeeeiiiieee...!"
The hot, rough tongue massaged her clitoris with such vibrant force Trudy couldn't help coming. The violence of her orgasm knocked her against the wall and she sank helpless to the floor while the woman kept slurping between her legs. The mouth was hot, and forceful, and Trudy felt her cunt being tongued so hard she was in agony.
"It hurts!" she groaned, trying to yank the woman from between her legs. "Don't bite so hard! Oh Lord, it hurts!"
She felt other hands groping for her breasts. Trudy imagined spiders crawling all over her body as she lay helpless beneath the two women; her nipples were being bitten with such force that she screamed with pain.
"Let me up!" she gasped as they shocked her senses with their brutal hunger. "Oowwhh, you're hurting me! Let me up, dammit! It hurts!"
She kicked and squirmed while the lips and hands tested her firm, young flesh, and she tried to yell for Jim. But one of the women had forced a tit in Trudy's mouth until all she could do was gag hopelessly and try not to smother.
There was such confusion around her, and it was so dark inside, that somebody stepped on her arm, then stumbled heavily against the side of the shack. She heard a woman crying painfully in the darkness. The two women were bruising her, tearing at her blouse and digging their nails into her yielding flesh. She had a moment of panic, thinking they meant to kill her, but then she felt lips on her cunt again.
The woman sucked viciously, jabbing her tongue deep into Trudy's vagina until she couldn't resist any longer.
"Ooowww, I'm gonna come...!" Trudy squealed. "Oh God. I'm gonna come hard!"
She came in an explosive burst of ecstasy that tore her senses and left her weak with satisfaction. She forgot about the spiders, and the pain of her flesh, as she moved spasmodically on the floor, enjoying the hot tongue in her cunt. Other women were crowding into the shack but Trudy didn't care. She lay happily on the floor, feeling the female lips on her corrupt little cunt, while she watched another woman getting fucked on the glory hole.
She wondered if Jim was on the other side of the wall, but right now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but her own lustful satisfaction.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Is your mouth still sore?" Trudy asked as Jim drove quietly down the highway.
"Naw, it feels okay." He rubbed it tenderly. "He didn't hit me very hard-the stupid jerk!"
"Did a guy really want you to cornhole him, Jim?" Trudy still couldn't believe it. "And he punched you because you wouldn't?"
"Yeah, the looney bastard." Jim gritted his teeth. "He brought his wife to the glory hole just so he could get next to another man. Some guys are like that. They get their kicks watching their old lady get reamed, and then try to make the guy stick it up their ass, or they want to suck the cunt juice off his pecker."
"Did you punch him back?" Trudy asked. "Did you bust his lip?"
"You're fucking right I slugged him! The stupid bastard. But it didn't bother him. He liked it! He stood there in the shack and jacked off when I slugged him. Honest to God; it made me feel queer as a rooster in a duck pond."
"But you got to try the glory hole afterwards?"
"Yeah. Once I got rid of that dingbat, I tried it. But some broad damn near castrated me. She chewed my nuts so hard they still ache. Cripes, it wasn't you, was it Trudy?"
"Uh-uh." She slid down in the seat and put her knees against the dashboard. "I told you about those women who sucked me."
"How do you like sex with other women?"
"It's okay, I guess," she sighed contentedly. "But I'll never give up peckers. No woman can satisfy me like a man."
"I told you that glory hole was all screwed up. We could have had a regular orgy just as easy. Too many people around the shack, and there ain't enough privacy."
"It was still fun," Trudy giggled. "I'm sorry we left. I would've liked to try it again tonight."
"Yeah, me, too. But that Happening at the hut sounds good. Don't you want to try it?"
"Sure I do, Jimmy. But I'm a little scared of all those gadgets and things. You sure it'll be fun?"
"Cripes, I don't know." He leaned an elbow out the window and drove with one hand. "But Mickey promised it would be a blast, so we might as well give it a try."
"Where is the place anyway, Jim?" Trudy sat up and started to comb her hair. "And who's Mickey?"
"The hut is in the next town, next to the drive-in theatre. We'll find it okay. And Mickey was that tough-looking broad I was talking to before we went back to the camper last night."
"Does she live right in the hut?"
"Yeah. She used to sell paintings and things in the place but went broke, so she made it into a party place. Earns good dough out of it now, she said."
"Do we have to pay?"
"Five bucks each," Jim nodded. "But she buys liquor and food with some of the dough, and she says the cover charge keeps away freeloaders."
"Just what do they do there?"
"Mickey said they do all kinds of things. Lots of things we never even heard about.
She's got all sorts of gadgets for an orgy. Pussy massagers, and French ticklers, and water sprays, and pills; all the junk that has to do with sex. She even has some of those instant pussies."
"What's that?"
"Damned if I know," he shrugged. "She said it's made of foam rubber and looks just like a girl's cunt. Hairs and all. I guess I'm supposed to fuck it."
"What else does she have?"
"A cunt swing, for one thing."
"I never heard of that, Jim. How does it work?"
"Mickey said it's a swing set. Something like kids use. Except it has stirrups half way up the chains, and a girl's supposed to hook her heels in the stirrups. The swing has a bucket seat to lay in."
"Then what happens?"
"She gets swinging while a guy stands in front of her. When she swings to him, he stands there waiting for his cock to penetrate her snatch."
"And she's supposed to get screwed that way?" Trudy stopped combing her hair. "Gee, that doesn't sound like much fun. What if he misses her cunt and hits her leg or something? Won't that break his cock?"
"I don't know. Actually, a girl's supposed to use a dildo. Mickey says you grease the dildo, and then it's set in a contraption to adjust it until it's aimed between your legs. Then you swing as high as you want until you get it all."
Trudy shuddered. "That could really hurt a girl, if she isn't careful."
"Yeah. But Mickey said a gal can really bust her cookies if she knows how to use it. You ever had a cock, or a dildo, hit bottom in you, Trudy?"
"I never used a dildo, Jim."
"So try some of the other gadgets. Mickey's got 'em all."
"Step on the gas, Jim. I'm getting nervous again!"
His lip was still sore and his testicles ached from the biting they took; Jim began to wonder if the search for sex was worth the bother. He could park the camper and he and Trudy could spend a week making love, without any problems.
But as he gazed out the windshield at the beautiful country, and thought about all the hungry pussies waiting to be penetrated, he pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal. Sure there would be a few kooks along the way, but mostly it was going to be fun. Making love to Trudy would get old in a few days, but he could never get bored with new female bodies.
Besides, he was curious about all the gadgets Mickey had in the hut. Mickey wasn't much to look at, sort of hefty with short hair and muscles like a man, but there would be other women in the hut who came to get laid. And it would be interesting to see the gadgets.
He remembered the sexercycle the way Mickey described it: like a single-wheeled bicycle that women ordinarily used to reduce flab off their bodies, except the seat had a huge, built-in dildo that stuck up her cunt. As the woman rode, the dildo got harder and bigger. It worked off a little hydraulic pump that filled the dildo with fluid and could be controlled by levers on the handlebars.
"One woman got carried away last month," Mickey had said. "She got so hot she forgot to decrease the pump and it swelled up so big in her cunt she couldn't get it out. We had to dismantle the tubes and let the fluid out before we could get her off. Man, she really came hard!"
Or the cunt-sucker experiment.
"It takes a real man to try that!" Mickey laughed heartily. "Either a real he-man, or a broad who likes to eat pussy."
"How does it work?"
"It doesn't really work." Mickey shook her head. "It's just a gadget that you practice with. About the size of a grapefruit, only shaped like a young snatch. It's got sponge lips on it, and hair like a pubescent girl. But there's sharp needles sticking inside of it, and when you practice with your tongue you have to get it right or you come out bleeding like a stuck pig."
"What's the purpose of that?"
"Ain't you ever ate a cunt before?" Mickey scoffed. "A girl likes the tongue deep. Hard and deep, and rough on her clit. Right? So you take the cunt-sucker and practice till you can do it right. It's even got a bell to let you know when you can tickle the cervix."
"What the hell's the bell for?"
"When you learn to ram your tongue all the way to the bottom without getting stuck by needles, the bell rings. It works on batteries, and the spit on your tongue connects the terminals. Makes the sucker say ding-dong. That is, if you're man enough to reach bottom!"
"I think I'll stick to straight screwing," Jim said. "It sounds a lot safer."
"Sure it's safer, but it ain't as much fun. A guy needs variety with his poontang, and I've got a thousand gadgets to make it more interesting. Got one with a suction that'll milk your prick like a cow's udder, and one that gives you a prostate massage while it rubs your nuts together. Kind of painful, but I've seen guys cum until blood runs out the end of their prick.
"Cripes, I don't want that kind of stuff. I'm no masochist."
"Well, I've got plenty of other things. There'll be something there to help you pop your nuts. So why don't you bring your wife along, and we'll see you at the hut tomorrow?"
Mickey was nice people so Jim had agreed, but as they got closer to the place he wondered if they should go through with it. He didn't want Trudy to get hurt, and it would be safer to find an orgy and just fuck themselves into a frenzy.
"You sure you want to try the hut?" He looked over at Trudy and wondered how anyone could be so pretty yet so bursting with sex. "The more I think about it, the more weird it sounds."
"What will we do, if we don't go to Mickey's?" Trudy asked. "What else is there for us to do, Jim?"
The truth of her words stunned him and made him feel empty. There had to be more to the human spirit than one big orgy. Screwing was fun, and a healthy body demanded sexual appeasement. Still, it was like anything else. Sex could be overdone; exploited to such a degree, it lost its kick. Was he selling his soul for orgasms?
The impact of recognition made him weary, and he felt like an intruder in the pure beauty of the passing countryside.
"Piss on the hut," he said angrily. "Let's go to the drive-in, or go swimming or something?"
"That sounds okay to me." Trudy sighed as she moved closer and put her head on his shoulder. "I feel kind of sad, Jimmy."
He couldn't understand what had come over them but figured it was only a recession of their sexual appetite. Right now, even Trudy had no appeal for him. Not sexually. It was nicer to drive along the road and feel the warmth of her personality, to have her snuggle close and let his mind dwell on something besides stiff pricks and wet pussies.
"I guess we've screwed ourselves dry," he said, putting his arm around her. "All I want is a week of sleep, with some peace and quiet."
"Are you tired of me, Jimmy?" She looked up at him with soft eyes. "Do you want me to go away?"
"Cripes no!" he said forcefully. "I'm never gonna let you go, Trudy. For once in my life I don't feel horny, but I want you with me now, more than ever."
It was true, and he was glad. Most women left him cold when his balls were empty but Trudy brought a measure of warmth that gave purpose to his day. He held her close and thought about the guys who had screwed her, and was surprised that he wasn't jealous. It seemed natural, the right thing to do, and he didn't blame her. Trudy might be oversexed but she wasn't phony. She didn't hide behind a facade of coy sweetness like some women, and she was damn nice to have around.
"You ever do any bowling, Honey?" he asked as they got to the outskirts of town.
"A few times," she answered quietly. "But I'm not very good at it. I'll try though, if you want me to."
"Naw, well find something else to do. But first let's park and have something to eat. Maybe sleep for an hour or two."
They parked in a field near the drive-in, had supper and then slept for awhile. Trudy went to sleep quickly but Jim lay awake with his arm around her, thinking how nice it was to share life with her. If they got married they could stay together for years, but he contemplated the day when she would break his heart. She very definitely would, sooner or later, and he knew it.
Trudy had too much fire in her blood for one man. Married or not, one day her passion would bring disaster. A man didn't want his wife to be a swinger forever. Sure it was nice for a time, and they could have lots of orgies to get the wild oats out of their system, but a man couldn't build his life around a sexpot. There had to be more permanent things in the world than sex. A home and kids, a job, and friends who thought more about picnics than illicit love.
"You've got me all screwed up in the head," he mumbled as he ruffled her hair. "What am I gonna do with you, Trudy?"
She sighed in her sleep and turned over to put her arm around him; he kissed her gently and wished they had never met.
It was dark when they woke, and Jim felt shitty. He wanted to go fishing, to get away from Trudy and everybody else for a few days so he could collect his wits. But Trudy woke gay and carefree, and it didn't take long for her blithe spirit to infect him with renewed pleasure.
"You still want to go bowling?" She combed her hair and smiled pleasantly.
"The first thing we gotta do is take a bath," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his chin. "And I need a shave, too. I should have bought a self-contained camper. Then we could bathe right here."
"Do they make things like that? With a bath and everything right in them?"
"Sure. Some of them have flushable toilets and showers, and they're air conditioned. But they cost a lot of dough. More than I wanted to pay."
"Do you make good money, Jim?"
"Pretty good. When I'm working."
"Maybe it's none of my business." Trudy stopped combing her hair and leaned against the stove. "But I never thought about money before. Have you got enough? I mean, I could take a job as a waitress or something."
"Thanks, Honey." He stood up and pinched her cheek. "But I've got a few bucks in the bank, and some travelers checks in the kootch box. We'll be okay."
"I'd be glad to help, Jimmy," she said as she pulled some loose strands of hair out of the comb.
"No need to; we ain't hurtin' for dough. But it's damn nice of you to ask, Trudy. Now, what do you wanta do tonight?"
"Gee, I don't know. Anything you want is okay with me."
"We can go to that drive-in," he said, leaning over to point out the window. "I like movies sometimes."
"Okay, that sounds swell," Trudy agreed. "But you know something, Jimmy? You haven't kissed me all day."
He grinned happily at her, then put his arms around her and kissed her tenderly. Trudy responded with quick emotion, pressing her thighs hard against him and digging her nails into his back.
She gasped when he let her go. "Oohhh-hh, Jimmy! Now you've got me all hot and bothered!"
"You sexy little witch! You gave me a hard-on, too. Damn it anyway, Trudy. There goes our movie!"
He slapped her playfully on the buttocks and she squealed with delight, then rubbed her titties against his chest.
"Let's go to bed, Jimmy!" she gasped with passion.
But there wasn't time to get into bed. His balls were throbbing, and he lifted her onto the stove where he could reach her pussy. Trudy had an orgasm before he got his prick half way in, and shuddered violently with pleasure.
"Push it deeper, Jimmy!" she gasped. "Do it to me some more! Love me all the time, Honey. Ohhh!"
Jim's back was breaking because of the difficult position, so he pulled her onto his hips, and Trudy wrapped her legs around his back to bounce up and down on his cock.
"Cripes, that hurts!" he groaned as he bent backward to force his cock deeper inside of her. "Man, it hurts! You're peeling the skin right off my prick!"
But she kept bouncing violently while she locked her legs around him with such force it took his breath away.
"I'm coming again....!" she gasped. "Do it hard, Jimmy! Stick it deeper, Honey! Ooooowwww!"
She came so ferociously, she almost collapsed; he had a rough time holding her in position to keep his prick in her.
"I'm getting ready!" he groaned with agony. "Yeah man, I can feel it coming! Oh boy! Ooooohhhh...!"
He felt the cum spurt down his big prick and blast its way into her pussy, but it was more pain than pleasure. His balls were so strained and sore it made him shudder when he came, but he still loved it.
"Oh cripes!" he groaned as Trudy slid off his prick to huddle happily on the floor. "You're gonna kill me, Trudy. Honest to God, you're gonna be the death of me!"
"Ummm-m-m....!" she sighed happily, resting her head on her arm, and smiling with contentment. "Ummm-m-m, that was nice, Jimmy. Now I can go back to sleep."
"We might as well," he admitted as he searched for something to rub on his aching pecker. "That movie sounds boring now, anyway."
"Let's stay here and make love." Trudy almost sang the words. "Let's make love for the rest of our lives, Jimmy."
He stared down at her and wondered if she had him bewitched. Usually, after he screwed a girl he wanted to get the hell away from her. But with Trudy it was different. It didn't sound like a bad idea to keep her in the camper and make love for the rest of their lives. She was a delightful woman, a beautiful girl, and he would be empty without her.
"Come on, Honey." He reached down to help her to her feet. "We better go find a campground and take a bath. Maybe we'll take in that movie afer all. I'm too bushed to try anything else right now."
"We could still go to the hut?" Trudy smiled as she stood up and put her arms around him. "It sounds exciting to me, Jimmy."
He stared in disbelief. "You mean you still want to go fuck somebody? Honest to God, Trudy, I think you eat Spanish Fly for breakfast. Whew! I'm so screwed-out I couldn't fuck for a year!"
"We could just go and see?" she urged, tackling his chest. "It wouldn't hurt for us to go over and see what they do there?"
"Bullshit!" He pushed her hand away. 'Tonight we're gonna go to a movie, and take a bath. Maybe tomorrow we'll see Mickey. For Christsakes, Trudy, I ain't no jism machine! I can't go on forever the way you do. A guy needs a little rest between orgasms!"
"Okay party-pooper," she giggled. "Have it your way. But you promise to take me to Mickey's tomorrow?"
"Yeah," he grumbled with hostility. "Tomorrow I'll take you over and let you get reamed out for good. I'll tell Mickey to get you fucked so hard you'll forget about your cunt for awhile."
"Now you're mad at me," she pouted.
"Aw, Trudy. We gotta find other things to do besides screw all the time. Don't you ever get tired of fucking?"
"What else is there, Jimmy?" she sighed. "I'm willing to do anything you want, but what else can we do to fill the days?"
He stared at her, and his mind was blank. Somewhere along the way the pulse of his heart got tangled in his testicles until he knew Trudy was right. Take away the naked bodies and life would be barren.
"I guess you're right, Honey," he smiled as he tweeked the nipples on her firm breasts. "No use fighting the way we are. Maybe we can go a day or two without sex, but we're really hooked. And come to think of it, what the hell else is there? Most guys I know talk about strange pussy all the time, and their wives are fucking the milkman or the neighbors because they're too scared to try an orgy together. They all dream about the kind of life we have, but they're terrified to let go. Maybe we've found paradise and don't know it?"
"I don't really think about it very much, Jimmy," she frowned. "When I do, it makes me sad. I just know I like screwing, and I like to have fun. There ain't nothin' wrong with that, is there?"
"You're damn right there ain't nothin' wrong with it! We've got less problems than anybody I know. So let's get dressed and find a campground, then go to that movie. Tomorrow, we'll go over to Mickey's and have the wildest fuck party there ever was! I think I'll try that instant pussy she was telling me about. Or maybe I'll use the cock stretcher? Better still, I think I'll let her bust my nuts with her testicle thumper!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The hut was old, a left-over from Worl War II, but Mickey had the place fixed up. Parts of the walls had been rusted through but she had them repaired with tin, and painted; one of the overhead girders was tied together with a piece of steel cable.
"The whole damn thing's gonna fall on us one of these days," she said as she showed Jim and Trudy around. "But I like it here. Wouldn't want to live anywhere else."
Trudy didn't blame her. The place was huge but comfortable, one great room with a massive shag rug on the floor. Psychedelic paintings were hung all over the walls while surrealistic sculpture was positioned at strategic areas to compensate for the bam-like atmosphere. There were eight beds in the hut, but Mickey said few people slept in them.
"They're here for the orgies," she grinned. "Especially that one with the big canopy."
"What's all the wires on the canopy for?" Trudy asked.
"It's rigged like a trapeze." Mickey walked over to exhibit the contraption. "See the pulleys up there? And the handgrips on the wires?"
"What does it do?" Jim asked.
"A guy can lay on the bed naked while a broad takes a flying fuck at him," Mickey laughed heartily. "It's lots of fun if you know how to use it. Otherwise, you can break your neck."
"What's that over there?" Jim pointed at a hairy costume that was hanging on one of the sculptures. "It looks like a skinned ape."
"That's a gorilla suit," Mickey said as she scratched her ass violently.
"What do you use it for?" asked Trudy.
"Some people like to screw animals," Mickey shrugged. "I can't stand animals, and besides they cost money to feed. So I keep that gorilla costume. When a broad wants to indulge in animalism, a guy crawls inside the suit and obliges her. There's a split in the crotch where his cock comes out.
Or a broad can get inside and play like she's the gorilla if she wants it that way."
"Has anybody ever used it?" Jim asked.
"Are you kidding? That's one of our most popular gadgets! You oughta see how some guys act when they get inside that thing. They jump around with their legs bent, acting like a real ape, and they make weird noises as they try to climb beams. But the worst part is when they start to screw a broad. She always screams like King Kong's raping her, and tries to kiss that animal face. It's enough to make you sick. Nearly every woman who's ever been here, ends up getting fucked by the gorilla."
"It does sound exciting," Trudy admitted.
"You see, Jim?" Mickey punched him on the arm. "Women are always interested when it comes to animals, or anything that's brutal. It must go back to the jungle, when our ancestors were swinging in the trees."
"Where is everybody today?" Jim said, changing the subject. "I thought the place would be crowded."
"Usually, it is, even this early in the day. There's always some hangers-on that stay for weeks. But it's a good thing you didn't stop by last night. I got raided."
"By the cops?"
"Yep. They hit me every once in awhile, and haul me down town. They've been trying to run me out of town for a year; claim I'm a bad influence. But half the town officials come here to bust their nuts, so nothing ever comes of it. Except it keeps me away from the hut once in awhile."
"What else have you got for sex?" Trudy's voice was getting heavy, and Jim knew she was ready to screw again.
"It'd take me all day to show you," Mickey said. "I've got snake costumes for people who like to slither-fuck, a nail-board-dildo for masochistic women, an ant-ball for men and a--"
"What's the nail-board?" Trudy asked.
"What's the ant-ball?" Jim asked simultaneously.
"I told you it'd take me all day," Mickey laughed. "The nail-board looks like one of those things the Indian Fakirs used to sleep on, except it's got a leather prick sticking up in the middle. A woman squats down on the prick, and the harder she works to get the cock in her, the more the nails puncture her ass. I had one broad who damn near bled to death, she liked it so much."
"What about the ant-ball?"
"Oh, that? It's kind of new to the market, and it ain't been too popular. You catch a bunch of red ants and stick them in this little ball, see? It's shaped like a cunt of course, only it's filled with red ants. A guy fucks it while the ants bite his cock."
"Jesus Christ!" Jim shuddered. "You mean some guys like that?"
"You're damn right they do," Mickey nodded. "Women ain't the only ones who like pain with their fucking. The only bad feature about the ant-ball is that guys are afraid the ants will crawl up the ends of their cocks and get inside of them."
"Cripes, I didn't know there were screwballs like that around," Jim whistled through his teeth. "Next you'll be telling me some people like watermelons stuck up their ass."
"We haven't tried that yet, but we'll probably get around to it. Lots of people like to hurt when they screw."
"Yeah," Jim nodded. "I've heard about flaggelants. They're mostly women though, aren't they?"
"As a rule, yes. But men with homosexual tendencies like to get beat, too."
"I met one like that," Jim smiled as he rubbed his jaw. "Out at the glory hole the other night."
"When does everything start?" Trudy looked around eagerly. "It sounds like fun!"
"Nothing really happens till after dark," Mickey said, rubbing her toe over a blood-spot on the shag carpet. "It's best you come after things get jumping. You need pills or anything?"
"What kind of pills?" Jim asked.
"Sex pills, of course. Oh, we have pot and alcohol, too." Mickey stooped down to scratch at the bloodspot. "But sex pills always come in handy. They're a buck a piece."
"What do they do?" Trudy asked.
"Make you sexy, of course," Mickey said as she stood up again. "Sometimes, after you have a couple of orgasms, you get screwed out. So you take a little pill and you can go all night."
"Cripes, Trudy doesn't need anything like that," Jim grinned as he put his arm around her. "This little hot pad can fuck all night naturally. Right, Trudy?"
"Oh, you....!" she knocked his shoulder gently.
"Well, I've got 'em if you need 'em," Mickey offered. "But I only sell two to a customer. One night a broad got hold of too many of 'em and almost fucked herself to death on that Zambesi Warrior statue over there. Couldn't stop screwing all night. We finally had to tie her to a bed and throw cold water on her. She screamed for ten hours straight. Damn near scared us to death!"
"So what shall we do for the rest of the day?" Jim asked Trudy. "No use sticking around here till things get popping."
"We could get in the camper and make love?" Trudy suggested.
"What say we go fishing for a couple of hours? That'll relax us till party time."
"Okay, Jimmy," she sighed. "I guess I have kept you away from the fishing holes these past few days."
"Hey, Mickey," Jim grinned. "You got any pills to stop sex?"
"Whatdaya mean, Jim?"
"Trudy's liable to rape me on the river, and I don't want to spoil things for tonight," he laughed happily.
Trudy pinched his neck teasingly, but Mickey told him she didn't keep anti-sex pills.
"That'd defeat the whole purpose," she said. "This here's a fun place, for people who like to ball each other. If anybody likes to turn on with sex, they come here. By the way, you remember there's a slight fee for the party?"
"Yeah, I remember." He took out his wallet and gave her ten dollars. "Might as well pay you now. We'll be back for sure. Right, Trudy?"
"Oh sure!" she giggled. "I wouldn't miss it for anything!"
"I've got something special for you, Trudy." Mickey smiled warmly at her, and there was a glimmer of sexual exploitation in the smile. "You're a very pretty girl, and I've got something v-e-r-y special for you."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
"I'll show you tonight," Mickey teased. "But I can promise you one thing. You'll get a thrill like you never had before!"
"Come on, Honey," Jim pulled on her arm. "Let's go fishing before Mickey takes advantage of you here on the rug. We ain't gonna play till there's somebody for me to screw, too."
They left the hut and drove into the hills, where Jim spotted a wide bend in the river. They fished for over two hours and didn't get a bite; he cursed himself for not bringing along night-crawlers.
"These damn bottled salmon eggs are lousy bait," he said as he reeled in his line. "Either that, or this hole's all fished out. Let's go farther upstream."
They walked along the bank of the river until they found a deep hole, and within half an hour caught six nice rainbows. It made Jim happy, but Trudy seemed disturbed.
"What's the matter, Honey," he asked as he cleaned the trout in the river. "You look unhappy."
"I think my period's gonna start," she sighed. "What a rotten time for that to happen! I've got cramps already."
"Don't you like to screw while you've got your period?" he said as he dropped the trout in the tall grass and walked closer. "I hear that some girls get hotter than ever while they're menstruating."
"Not me." Trudy tossed a pebble into the river. "It's too messy. I even hate to go to the toilet. What's the date today, anyway?"
"Either the ninth or tenth," he said as he watched a kingfisher dive for minnows. "I'm not sure which."
"Oh, that's good!" Trudy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm not due for another week then. It must have been something I ate."
She stood up and stretched, almost falling into the river as part of the bank gave way.
"Hey, watch out!" Jim caught her before she slipped into the water. "I don't want to lose you to the fishes, Honey!"
"Kiss me, Jimmy!" Trudy moaned happily as she felt his arms around her. "Hold me close and kiss me, Jimmy!"
He couldn't resist her, even though he was afraid she would ruin their special night, and when she rubbed her body hard against him he could feel his pecker get hard in response to her passion.
"Damn you Trudy!" he groaned as he pushed her away. "You better simmer down or we'll never get to that party!"
"Kiss me some more, Jimmy." She closed her eyes as she went back into his arms. "Touch my breasts and kiss me!"
"Okay, knock it off!" he shouted as he walked back to the fish. "We ain't gonna get any fucking if you keep fucking around, Trudy! I told you a guy ain't a sex machine. Maybe you can go ten times a day, but if we screw now I won't be any good for tonight."
"Oh, you old spoilsport!" She grabbed a handful of grass to throw at him. "I think I'll tell Mickey to give you a dozen of sex pills!"
"Yeah, maybe I need 'em," he admitted as he watched a muskrat swim strongly through the swirling waters. "I never could come more than once or twice a day. Some guys can blast off five or six times, but not me. I come too hard, I guess."
"You satisfy me, Jimmy." She came over to help him with the fish. "Nobody ever made me feel good like you do. When you kiss me I forget everything else. I even forgot about the hut."
"Do you think you could ever really forget about screwing?" he asked suddenly. "Do you think we could ever be true to each other, Trudy?"
She didn't answer as she gazed into the shimmering distance, but her face was sad.
"C'mon, Honey." He put the last fish on his stringer. "Let's clean out the camper and go gas it up. It'll be dark in another hour and we can go to Mickey's."
He felt lousy for the rest of the day and thought about getting rid of Trudy. She was becoming too important to his life; he couldn't think of anything without her as the epicenter of his plans. Such biased dreaming could lead to entrapment, he knew, and sooner or later Trudy was going to dominate his entire life. When that happened, she was going to crucify him with her insatiable sexual appetite.
But when they arrived at the quonsut hut he started to relax because the place was filled with music and laughter. There were at least thirty people in the place and most of them were drinking, or dancing to weird music coming from the hi-fi, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. There were strobe lights at one end of the hut and some people were dancing naked while the flickering colors gave them an illusion of ghostliness.
"Gee, it really looks weird!" Trudy whispered as Mickey walked over to welcome them. "I'm kinda scared, Jim."
"Hello there!" Mickey smiled as she came over. "Glad you two made it back all right! C'mon in and join the party!"
"Sure a lot of people here," Jim coughed nervously.
"Always is," Mickey said. "Lots of people like parties. Have to turn them away most nights, 'cause there ain't room enough for all of 'em. Come on in! Don't just stand there in the doorway! If you're nervous, go over to that little bar and have a drink. No extra charge!"
Jim thought a drink would help, but Trudy was snatched away from him almost immediately by a bunch of guys who kept putting their hands on her. He grabbed a chair and sulked until a stunning brunette came over beside him.
"Lost your wife?" she grinned, knowingly.
"Yeah," he growled. "She forgot she came with me. Too interested in other studs."
"Well, that's the way the ball bounces." The woman offered her glass to him. "Want a little drink? It's bourbon and water."
"My name's Jim," he said as he took the drink and guzzled a big gulp.
"Mine is Sandra." The brunette stared at him with sexy eyes, and he noticed she had big, soft titties that overflowed her dress. "I've got a husband around here someplace, but you wouldn't like him. He's an ignorant bastard."
"You been here before, Sandra?"
"Lots of times. It's the only way I can get screwed. That fucking husband of mine won't give it to me any more."
"I don't see why not," Jim said as he looked around, trying to spot Trudy. "You're a good looking woman. A guy could get hot rocks for you."
"You wanta try me?" she offered with bored expression. "I ain't got nothing to lose. And I think I might like it."
But sex on a cold platter was not his dish, even though Sandra was a lovely woman. He stared at her beautiful face and wondered if a surfeit of sex would ruin Trudy, too. Would too much strange nooky make her empty?
"Where the hell's Mickey?" he said, standing up suddenly. "She's got some pills I wanta buy."
Mickey was easy to find in the crowd, and he tried to buy a dozen sex pills from her.
"Sorry, Sweetie," she shook her head. "Two to a customer That's my rule. I don't want you trying to punch your prick through the wall before the night's over."
"Okay, so-sell me two of them." He handed her some money. "I might as well join the crowd."
"You got troubles?" Mickey stared at him with concern in her face. "We don't want no trouble tonight."
"Aw, I'm just disgusted," he said-as he watched Trudy kiss a guy over by the trapeze bed.
"Guys like you cause trouble." Mickey refund the money. "I've seen it too many times. Jealous guys never have fun, and they always cause trouble. I think you should leave."
I ain't jealous!" he lied. "I don't give a shit if Trudy lays everybody here!"
"I think you should leave," Mickey insisted.
"Well, I ain't going." Jim stuck the money back in his pocket. "But I'm not going to start trouble. I've got more sense than that."
"Okay, you can stay. But if you get out of line, we've got a bouncer here. Remember that."
Mickey walked away from him and whispered to a big, scar-faced guy as she pointed at Jim. The big guy frowned and stared menacingly, but Jim didn't give a damn. He could always use a bottle, or kick the guy in the balls to even up the odds.
He got more despondent in the next hour and began to drink faster until his spirits got light. After his fifth drink he really didn't give a damn if Trudy screwed the lot of them. There were plenty of women around waiting to get fucked, and that was the whole purpose of the party.
He sipped his drink as he watched one of the buxom blondes begin to strip. Mickey was holding a gadget that looked like a bear trap, with a huge rubber cock in the middle, and the blonde was getting ready to fuck it.
He wondered if she would scream when the trap-jaws snapped shut on the lips of her cunt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Trudy was happy with all the attention she was getting, and figured Jim would be proud of her. A fellow liked his girl to be popular because nobody was interested in a wallflower.
"C'mon Trudy," one of the guys insisted. "Take off your clothes and let us see your body. Man, you sure are built!"
"Yeah!" one of them echoed. "I'll bet your cunt's all swollen and juicy. Boy, I'll trade my wife for you any time!"
"Never mind that," Mickey said gruffly as she pushed her way through the group. "You come with me Trudy. I promised you something real special. Remember?"
"Sure, I remember," Trudy smiled. "What you gonna do, Mickey? Stick me in that gorilla outfit?"
"Better than that for you, Sweetie. Come along."
She took Trudy's hand and led her over to the back wall, then showed her a fantastic contraption.
"This is it, Honey," Mickey grinned with pride. "I concocted the thing myself, and you'll be the first to try it."
"What the hell is it?" Trudy stared numbly. "How does it work anyway?"
"That's easy." Mickey pushed a couple of the guys back out of the way. "Here, watch and I'll show you. You see these straps? We bind your wrists and ankles with them, and then secure them to those rings on the ceiling. See?"
"Sure, I see them." Trudy was getting frightened. "Then what happens?"
"Then we use this," Mickey said as she pulled a sheet off a strange looking device.
Trudy stared and wanted to run. The device was a double-dildo, two huge plastic pricks set close together in a foundation of vibrators.
"Oh no!" Trudy gasped. "I don't want to do that!"
"Aw, c'mon Honey," one of the guys insisted. "Give it a try. We wanna watch!"
"It's easy." Mickey's voice was heavy and threatening. "First we tie you to the rings, then a couple of big guys start to yank on those pulley wires. It stretches your arms over your head, but when they reverse the levers, it spreads your legs and forces you down on the dildos. You get fucked in the cunt and the ass at the same time. Now ain't that a sweet invention? I think I'll get it patented!"
Mickey was proud of her contraption, but Trudy was horrified. The plastic pricks were two feet long, and she knew if they got rammed up her body her guts would get punctured.
"I ain't gonna try nothing like that!" she shouted as she tried to push her way through the throng. "Oh no, you ain't gonna kill me with any crazy thing like that!"
Mickey grabbed her arm and Trudy looked around desperately for Jim, but another woman pushed forward and smiled at the contraption.
"Hell, Mickey," the woman smiled. "I ain't afraid to give it a try. I ain't never been screwed in both holes at once before!"
She was a nice looking woman, with auburn hair and a lush body, and Trudy was thankful she'd volunteered. Another second and it would have been too late.
"Okay, Audrey." Mickey let go of Trudy's arm and smiled at the woman. "Let those guys strap you in, and we'll get on with it."
Audrey smiled sardonically as she stepped up to the bonds, and never uttered a sound while they shackled her wrists and attached them to the pulleys. When they put the bonds around her ankles she started to squirm a little, but when Mickey started to unbutton her clothes the woman's eyes glazed with anticipation.
"We gotta do this naked," Mickey said. "Only now we gotta start all over. I can't get the clothes past these shackles."
They untied her long enough to get her naked, then secured her in the bonds again. By the time they were ready most of the crowd had come to watch, and Trudy was relieved when Jim stood close and put his arm around her.
"Oohh," she sighed. "I'm glad to see you again, Jimmy. They were gonna do that to me!"
"Christ, it's gonna kill her," Jim whistled. "No woman can take a cock that big. Let alone two at once!"
"What's Mickey doing now?" Trudy stared.
"I guess that's chicken grease. Or K-Y Jelly, or some such gook," Jim explained as he watched Mickey prepare the dildoes.
"She has to get them slick or they'll rip that gal's emit apart."
"Oh! They're starting!" Trudy gasped, and put a hand to her face.
She watched as four guys strained on the pulley wires, raising Audrey two feet off the floor until she started to bellow with pain.
"My arms are breaking!" she screamed wildly. "For Christsakes let me down!"
"Reverse that ankle lever first," Mickey instructed as she pointed to a hand switch near the wall. "And get those dildoes under her bare ass!"
Many hands hurried to help as the guys pulled on the ropes and Audrey began to descend. She was still yelling about the pain in her arms, and Mickey grumbled.
"I forgot the strain would stay on her arms even while they were pulling her on the dildoes," she grumbled. "I'll have to correct that next time."
Trudy gulped hard when Audrey's legs began to stretch outward in opposite directions, and she felt sorry for the woman when she started to scream. But when the dildoes began to penetrate the orifices of her naked body, Trudy got frightened.
"Jesus Christ Almighty!" the woman bellowed with agony. "Oh my God, it's gonna kill me. Oh fuck! Oh no! I can't stand it! Oh Christ, make them stop."
Trudy watched the huge dildoes disappearing up Audrey's cunt and anus, while the woman squirmed and bellowed with incredible agony. There just couldn't be any pleasure with all that pain, and she asked Mickey to make them stop.
"Are you kidding?" Mickey grinned with sadistic amusement. "If I make them stop now, Audrey'll kill me! That broad really likes pain!"
"But she's in agony!" Trudy whispered in fright. "She's trying to get off those things!"
"Just watch," Mickey nodded excitedly. "She's gonna get her gun any second now. There she goes! Didn't I tell you!"
Trudy couldn't believe it when Audrey screamed lustily and forced herself even farther down on the massive make-believe cocks. It looked like she was riding a bucking bronco as she humped wildly, screaming with agony in her orgasm. But the pain must have been too intense even for Audrey, because she collapsed. She fainted with the plastic pricks still inside of her; the guys lifted her off and asked who was next on the Cobra Tongue. It amazed Trudy that they had already invented a name for the brutal contraption, but she didn't want any part of it.
"I think I'll just have a quick screw and leave," she whispered as Jim held her arm protectively. "I'm getting scared of this place."
"Let's go right now," he offered. "I'm half-plastered anyway, and I wouldn't be surprised if Mickey tried to cut my cock off before the night's over."
"Oh, let's not leave for a little while," Trudy said. "I'm kinda hot. Those guys got me all stirred up when they were playing with me on the bed."
"So go get fucked!" he said angrily. "I'll see you later."
He pushed his way through the crowd and Trudy wondered why he was mad at her. She watched him head for the bar and was going over to talk with him, but just then Mickey grabbed her arm.
"Come with me, Trudy. I wanta show you something."
"What you gonna do, Mickey?"
"Come along, and you'll see."
Mickey took her over to one of the beds and told her to lay down.
"You ain't gonna hurt me, are you?"
"Just lay down, Honey, and take off your clothes. I've got somebody who likes you."
Trudy stripped nervously, but had to smile when some of the guys came over to stare at her. It was nice to have a great figure, to be the center of attention when so many other women were running around naked.
She wondered which one of the fellows was going to fix her up, and hoped he would kiss her and caress her before he screwed her. She felt lovable and warm, and needed petting. Jim had been so brusk and angry that she needed somebody to take away the hurt in her breast. She wasn't really passionate, but figured it was from the fright she got at the Cobra Tongue. Besides, all a guy had to do was feel her up and she could respond. She always did.
"Here's your friend," Mickey smiled coldly as she brought a lovely blonde woman over. "Brenda wants to make love to you, Trudy."
"But she's a woman!" Trudy protested. "I don't want no woman! I need a man!"
"I'll take care of you, Honey," Brenda said softly as she pushed Trudy back onto the bed. "You just relax, and I'll make you feel real good. We don't need any man-bastards!"
Trudy tried to fight, but Mickey held her while Brenda began tonguing her body. She kissed her nipples and bit gently on the lips of her pussy, then ran her tongue up Trudy's ass.
"Yeeeooowwww....!" Trudy screamed, squirming to get the tongue out of her anus.
"Jeez that burns! Oowwwhh! Take it out for hellsakes!"
The blistering tongue squished in and out of her ass while Trudy had her first orgasm, but even before she could catch her breath Mickey started to suck her cunt.
"Oh God!" Trudy moaned with ecstasy. She came again fast and hard, but she still needed to be penetrated.
"I need a cock!" she gasped as Mickey moved up to suck her nipples. "Oh Lord, I need a cock! Find Jim for me! Oh please, find my Jimmy!"
"We don't need any fucking men." Mickey sat on her stomach to keep her from getting up. "Now just hold still Trudy, while I get this thing ready."
Trudy raised her head and stared with dismay when Brenda reached under the bed to pull out a big rubber prick. The prick was attached to a little metal box, and the whole thing was held together by a thick leather belt. When Mickey started to buckle the belt around her waist Trudy fought like a tiger.
"You ain't gonna fuck me with that! Let me up, damn you! I don't want no goddam rubber cock in me! I want Jimmy! Now you let me up, goddammit!"
But Mickey kept seated on her while Brenda held her legs; she was helpless. A bunch of other people came over to join the fun, and two guys yanked her legs apart when Mickey started to guide the false prick into her.
"You hold still now, Trudy." Mickey's face was a mask of pain and desire. "I'm gonna fuck you clear up to your ovaries, so you might as well relax and enjoy it."
"Like hell you are!" Trudy screamed and fought back desperately. "Goddam it, let me up. Oohh! Oh God, it hurts. Yeeoowww, take it out! Oh God, it's killing me!"
She got panic-stricken when she felt the false prick press deep into her pussy, and when Mickey began to fuck her fast the pain became excruciating.
"Ooohhhh-h-h....!" she groaned, moving desperately to escape the terrible pain. "Oh please, p-l-e-a-s-e let me up....!"
But Mickey kept screwing her violently with the rubber prick while one of the guys leaned over to play with her breasts. He was a handsome guy and Trudy told him to get Mickey off. But the guy grinned sheepishly.
"Not me, Honey," he shook his head. "Mickey would have her bouncer kick the shit out of me. Besides, I just wanted to touch your tits. Man, they sure are nice!"
The rubber dick was giving her so much pain she couldn't stand it, so she closed her eyes and started to cry.
"Where are you, Jimmy!" she sobbed. "Oh, come help me, please!"
Yet there was no help except for other hands that kept pinching at her body and probing her anus, while the big rubber cock kept violating its way, with cruel punishment, into her pussy.
When she thought she couldn't take any more Trudy started to scream, but one of the women came over to straddle her face. Trudy could feel rough cunt hairs pressed into her mouth while the woman screwed her face, and for a sickening moment she wanted to die. Sex was supposed to be fun, but it was bringing her untellable pain.
She tried to have an orgasm, thinking it could erase the agony, but Mickey was pounding so furiously and grunting so loud, that Trudy couldn't concentrate.
She was starting to pass out, but just then Mickey let out a quivering squeal, shivered violently for a few seconds, and then backed off her. But before Trudy could get up one of the guys jumped on top of her and stuck his cock between her legs. It felt better than the dildo.
The guy screwed her slowly, enjoying it, but Trudy closed her eyes and wished she had fallen into the river. She hardly recognized Jim through the veil of her agony when he came over to stare down at her.
"Having fun?" he asked gruffly, his lips thin with anger.
"Help me, Jimmy," she gasped, trying to push the guy off. "Oh, please help me, Honey!"
"Piss on you, Trudy," Jim grimaced with displeasure as he watched her getting screwed. "This is what you want, isn't it? So let 'em all have a little. Why don't you suck a few cocks while you're at it?"
He walked away angrily, and Trudy moaned when she saw three other guys lined up ready to top her.
"Oh no," she cried bitterly. "It hurts! I can't do it any more! Oh, please let me go!"
But they smiled as they stood waiting, with turgid cocks aching to puncture her young cunt, and Trudy wailed in agony when she saw another woman get in line with a dildo strapped between her legs.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jim was sober as he walked away from the bed where Trudy was getting screwed, and he felt cold. His world was messed up; he didn't know whether it was paradise or a nightmare.
"The little bitch!" he growled defensively. "I oughta leave her and take off!"
But there was no place for him to go. He had tried the sweet girls for years and they left him empty, with their puerile approach to sex, their concern for their precious pussies. All that bullshit about sunshine and flowers, purity and virginity. It was as false as a three dollar bill and there wasn't a damn one of them who wouldn't drop her pants if the right guy came along. He had seen it too many times, with too many of his married friends, and he wasn't going to deceive himself. Those sweet women wanted to screw as much as anybody else.
At least Trudy laid it on the line. She liked her nooky and admitted it. A guy knew where he stood with her.
But it still hurt to see her on her back, with some horny bastard pumping her cunt.
"You rotten bitch!" he cursed as he walked over to get another drink. "You no good, rotten, beautiful little bitch! What am I gonna do with you, Trudy?"
He mixed a strong drink and gulped half of it as he stared across the room to where Trudy was laying. He couldn't see her for all the people standing around but could hear her yelling all the way across the hut.
"Coming good, eh?" he muttered angrily. "Go ahead and fuck your heart out, Trudy. I don't give a good goddam! Let 'em all screw you! Get blisters in your cunt for all I care!"
"What you mumbling about?" the scar-faced bouncer came over and scowled at him. "You ain't gonna start trouble are you, Buster? Mickey told me I could bust your head if you cause trouble."
"Go fuck yourself!" Jim grabbed the neck of a whiskey bottle. "I'll bust your skull with this if you give me any shit!"
"Just you don't start no trouble," the bruiser stared at him. "I'd like to bust your jaw, wise guy."
Jim turned his back and tossed the bottle on the floor, then walked away. He was getting tired, and a little dizzy from all the alcohol, but wondered why he couldn't get horny. Half the women in the hut were running around naked; some of them were fucking themselves with gadgets, while others were getting screwed in all sorts of positions, but he still couldn't get a hard-on.
"I must be all screwed out," he thought as he slumped into a chair. "That goddam Trudy's got me all dried up."
He sipped his drink while he watched a chalky-faced young man get sucked off by another chalky-faced young man, and watched with disinterest when a fat broad let the gorilla ream her out. It looked indecent, ugly, and he wondered who she thought she was kidding when she squealed with passion.
"You don't look very happy," a woman said as she pulled up a chair next to him. "Want to talk to somebody?"
She was a plain-looking woman but her manner was friendly and Jim was glad to have somebody to rap to.
"Yeah," he invited as he scooted his chair closer. "Sit down and talk. I feel miserable."
"Is your wife with another man?" the woman asked.
"She's getting laid on that bed," he pointed his whiskey glass across the room. "She's taking all comers. Gonna fuck the whole hut before the night's over."
"My husband's probably one of them," the woman sighed. "We come here all the time and he always has fun, but nobody pays attention to me. I guess I'm too plain, with all the beautiful women here."
"You ain't so bad," Jim said truthfully. "You ever try to put the make on a guy? Sometimes a man needs a little prodding."
"Oh, I couldn't do that!" she blushed. "It took all the courage I had just to come over and talk with you!"
"What's your name?"
"Jenny. What's yours?"
"Jim. You want a piece of ass, Jenny?"
"Gee, I don't know," she blushed again. "I never did it with anybody except Paul."
"That your old man?"
"Uh-huh. We've been married eight years."
"And you're still a cherry except for Paul?"
"Sure I am!" she said haughtily, as though he insulted her.
"But you come here to get laid, right?"
"I guess so," she blinked nervously. "Paul makes me come with him, and tells me to go ahead and enjoy myself. But I always get scared. I try to hide in the corners, only there ain't any comers in this hut."
"How'd you get the nerve to talk to me?" Jim was feeling better. "You seem too bashful to even be in this place."
"I saw you were alone, so I thought you wouldn't mind talking. You don't look crazy like most of the other people here."
"Well, I guess I'm just as crazy as the rest of them," he smiled as he reached over to touch her knee; she almost came unglued. "You wanta make love, Jenny?"
"I'm afraid." She rubbed her hands together nervously. "There's so many people here to watch us. And I don't know if I can do it right."
"What's right or wrong about sex? Either you enjoy it or you don't."
"Well, I guess it would be okay," she whispered timidly. "I always did wonder about it."
"You wanta try some of those gadgets of Mickey's? Or do you feel like an old-fashioned lay?"
She glanced around with fright in her eyes, then reached over suddenly and touched his cock.
"Oooohhhh....!" she rasped. "I really felt one! I went and did it! I felt a cock!"
"Cripes, I think I will fuck you!" Jim stood up. "I was only screwing around, but now you've got my nuts aching."
He reached for her but she stepped away from him, staring wildly as though he was taking her to her execution.
"I'm frightened!" she whispered. "I don't know what to do!"
"It's easy, Honey." Jim could feel blood pounding in his temples. "The most natural thing in the world! Take off your clothes, and I'll show you how it's done!"
"Oh!" she gasped when he touched her. "Oh, no, I can't do it! I knew I couldn't! I told Paul I'd never be able to go through with it!"
"Too late, now, Baby!" Jim ripped her blouse, and reached for her bra-covered breasts. "You're gonna get reamed, Honey, and I mean you're gonna get a hard one!"
"Oh, but you can't....!" she gasped as she tried to hold her torn blouse. "I don't want you to do it! It isn't right! I'm a married woman!"
He caught her against the sofa and tripped her to the floor, while his hands tore at her clothes.
"You're gonna get it, Honey!" he panted when her skirt came off. "I'm gonna fuck you till your teeth rattle!"
She fought like a wildcat when he ripped off her bra and threw it aside, and when he began to pull at her panties, she squealed insanely.
"Don't do it, Mister! Oh please, you can't really do it to me! I ain't that kind of a girl!"
"They're all that kind of a girl," Jim growled as he stripped quickly and straddled her. "Now hold still so I can get my cock in you."
She fought desperately, throwing her hips all over the floor and scratching at him, but when his cock penetrated the swollen lips of her hair-covered cunt she screamed once and then wrapped her legs around his back.
"Ohhh yesss-s-sss...!" she hissed. "Do it to me, Mister! Give me your cock! I want your cock! I want a fuck...!"
Jim rammed his pecker half way in but she was so tight it made him groan. Her cunt was almost virginal and he could feel the tender tissues straining against his probing prick. She came quickly before he had a chance to get her in rhythm; she kept her legs locked around his back until he could hardly breathe.
"Squirt in me, Mister!" she panted. "I wanta feel the juice inside of me! Squirt it in me, Mister!"
Jim pounded furiously at her cunt and didn't give a damn if Trudy was taking on the whole community. It was nice to share things with Trudy, but nothing had the sweet impact of a strange pussy.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped as he felt her bite his neck. "Oh cripes, I can't hold it! I'm gonna blast off! Ohhhh!"
He felt the jism spurt out of his cock; it made her vagina so slippery he reached bottom easily. Jenny kept pounding her ass against the floor in a frenzy of passion.
"Do it some more!" she bellowed. "I like it, Mister! Do it harder?"
But the alcohol, and the orgasm, had taken its toll. He collapsed on top of her and let her do all the humping, because he couldn't do her any more good. His pecker went down fast like a deflated balloon, and even as she clutched at his balls and screamed for more pecker, he knew he was through. All he wanted was sleep. He wanted to roll over and sleep for a hundred years.
"It's no use, Honey," he said as he tried to pry himself loose. "I've shot my load and I'm through. Let me up."
"Do it some more!" she hissed desperately, trying to stick a tit in his mouth. "Bite my breasts and fuck me some more!"
"Turn me loose!" He tried to break the deathgrip of her legs. "For Christsakes let me go! I'll get you a dozen studs, but open your damn legs!"
Her eyes were wild and her mouth was open with sex madness as he finally got loose and stood up, breathing hard. He signalled to a couple of guys and pointed to Jenny, but nobody would come over and help her out, so he half-staggered to the bar and asked the bouncer if he wanted a quick piece of ass.
"Not with her," the scar-faced guy said. "I always get mine later, with a good-looking broad. I don't have to fuck a dog."
"She ain't that bad." Jim tried to encourage him. "She'll go nuts if somebody doesn't finish her off."
"Not me," the bouncer scowled. "Get her a vibrator or something. I've seen broads like her too many times. They go for years without a fuck and when they get one, they go crazy. I don't want any part of a sex maniac."
"Piss on her then!" Jim said. "I ain't married to the son of a bitch."
He walked back to get his clothes, and watched Jenny fingerfucking herself so hard that her heels were tearing holes in the rug. She made horrible sounds and her face was contorted with agony.
"Go on the bed with Trudy!" He pulled her arm out from between her legs. "For Christsakes there's plenty of cocks over there!"
He had to drag her to her feet and give her a shove toward the bed; the way she walked reminded him of a dog on the farm. She held the cheeks of her ass tight together, dry-fucking the air as she staggered toward the orgy around Trudy.
His neck was sore where Jenny had been biting him and he felt weary. It was good to get the semen out of his balls because now he could relax and think of other things. He wondered if he should go over and watch Trudy, but he didn't want to interrupt her fun, and besides, he was tired. Nothing sounded good except peace and quiet, maybe a few hours of sleep.
He walked outside and crawled into the camper, so weary his bones ached. He could hear the screams and squeals from inside the hut but it wasn't even interesting now. Maybe tomorrow he would feel like trying it again, but the sweetest pussy in the world couldn't tempt him right now.
The night was hot; he relaxed on the bed and he felt good. Trudy was right; there was nothing in the world for two people like them except the excitement of searching the country for sex. It would be nice to take a few days off to fish, or just lay around and relax, but it wouldn't last long. The die was cast and sooner or later his testicles would get full, his pecker would swell up and he'd need more strange pussy. He'd take Trudy and they would explore the sexual wilderness again. And again. And again.
"I guess I'm a lucky bastard after all," he sighed as he smiled at the camper ceiling. "One big orgy. That's my life. Mine, and Trudy's."
He was so pooped he fell asleep quickly, and woke with a start when Trudy crawled in beside him. She was crying, and he asked her what was wrong.
"They hurt me, Jimmy!" She clung to him desperately. "I'm so sore I can hardly walk!"
"Well, that's what you wanted isn't it?" He raised up on one elbow to look at her beautiful face. "You wanted screwing and you got it. So why the tears?"
"It wasn't much fun, Jimmy." She cuddled closer. "All the time, all I could think of was you. Why didn't you help me when I asked you to?"
"Cripes, it looked like you were having a ball!" he said truthfuUy. "I didn't want to spoil your fun."
"I was sore!" She kissed his cheek fervently. "They hurt me with those things, and I just wanted you. I wanted you to kiss me and be tender with me!"
"You mean you had enough screwing?" he chuckled. "You mean you actually got satisfied for once in your life?"
"I would've, if they didn't hurt me with those things first! But I just want you, Jimmy. I want you to kiss me and love me!"
He smiled into the darkness and relaxed beside her. He held her close and petted her, dreaming of fish-filled streams and charcoal-broiled steaks, and a life that had meaning. But his dreams kept getting pushed aside by the remembrance of a place he had heard about. A place in Oregon. There was a hippie community up there, one of those free-love communes where fresh young women were waiting to be topped, a few green acres filled with robust bodies and sensual pleasures. He wasn't sure if Trudy would still want to go with him, after the pain she had just endured, but when he felt her hand on his pecker the doubts vanished.
"Kiss me Jimmy!" she murmured softly. "I need you, Honey. I want you to kiss me!"
Jim rolled over to put his arm around her, and knew he was going to get precious little time on the streams. If the day ever came when he had his fill of screwing, Trudy would make sure he got his appetite back. She would never change and he knew it, and when she rubbed her breasts against his body he knew he didn't want her to change.
"Okay, Honey," he whispered into her ear as he groped for her throbbing nipples. "If we're going to hell, we might as well go together!"
