The editors, in their attempts to provide new and stimulating material for their readership, have, with the publication, of The Captive Mother, printed a novel which provides exciting, adult entertainment, and at the same time, asks questions which continue to go unanswered by our contemporary "enlightened" society.
What do we know of the primal, primitive desires lurking in the psyche of the human mind, especially of the smoldering, repressed desire of a mother for her son?
True, psychologists and scholars have written volumes on the subject, but in a cold, analytical language which ignores the basic, human issue.
We believe that out readers are intelligent and demanding enough to deserve an answer to the above questions, an answer based not in the stodgey findings of scholarship, but an answer founded in the practical, every-day happenings of human experience.
Within the following pages you will meet Lisa Decker, an attractive young wife and mother. You will follow her through an exotic adventure that pulls no punches in its graphic attention to truth and detail.
Through a bizarre series of events, you will follow Lisa and her son as they embark upon a camping trip into the primitive wilderness of the Catspaw Mountains and encounter a situation where they are forced to re-evaluate their traditional moralities.
We, the editors, are going to suspend judgment on Lisa and her son's actions. We challenge you, the reader to decide whether they were right or wrong.
This publication is not intended for those who are not willing to keep an open mind and consider all aspects of human behavior.
Read now, the lust-filled exploits of Lisa Decker and her son Ron as they explore the churning maelstrom of human sexuality in The Captive Mother.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Lisa Decker felt the warm summer morning light flooding her bedroom. She opened her eyes and lay on the cushiony softness of her bed. The Ohio summers were always humid, and this being the case, she always slept in the nude.
She was a delicious female specimen. She lay on the bed, her luxuriant blonde hair streaming down the womanish softness of her flawless shoulders. As the sunlight played over the delicious curves and hollows of her lithe, young body, along the delicate pinkness of her finely orbed breasts, down the slender grace of her curving waist, over the shallow crater of her navel, and finally the flaring femininity of her hips and slender, curvaceous legs; Lisa resembled a finely sculptured marble statue.
The gorgeous blonde had the body of a teenager, and this was surprising, for she had a son, a boy of seventeen named Ron.
Lisa slowly stretched and yawned, the vernal muscles in her tight, girlish body contracting and expanding, as she lay exposed and nude on the bed. Lisa decided that she had better take a shower, for her friend Susan would soon be arriving.
Both Lisa's and Susan's husbands were out of town on business for a week. Susan and Lisa had decided to take a brief camping trip to the Catspaw Mountains in the camper that Lisa and her husband owned.
Lisa and Susan had decided that it would be a good idea to have Ron come along as he knew all the practicalities of the camper; how the propane hooked up, how the toilet was emptied, how the generator worked, etc.
Lisa rose from the bed and walked sleepily to the bathroom in the hallway. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She lathered the perfumed, exotic soap behind her ears, down the graceful softness of her ivory-like neck, and generously rubbed the swelling, perfect mounds of her ripe, womanish breasts. The water danced and trailed into beads on Lisa's fine, smooth skin as she bathed herself to squeaky cleanliness.
She reached down between the secret slit of her thighs and gently scrubbed the hidden fissure of her soft girlisliness. The warm, sliding texture of the soap was almost sensual as it glided across the glistening tuft of her pubic hairs, and Lisa let out a little mewl of approval as the sensuous feel of the soap excited her.
The camping trip would be exciting and fun. The nice thing about the Catspaw Mountains was that you could camp in a standard campground with improved sites, or if the out-of-doors really appealed to you, you could drive far away into the backwoods and find a remote and isolated campsite, far away from the depressing reminders of the every day world. These remote sections of the Catspaw Mountains were dark and remote, like some dim and ancient primeval forest. Many claimed it was like taking a time trip back to the days when man was a pagan, hedonistic animal, when the morals and mores of our modern culture did not exist, and sexual freedom was the guiding force of mankind. As Lisa bathed the soft curves of her body, the light, pitter-patter of the streaming water created a sensuous, inviting rhythm, as the drums of a long-forgotten pagan dance and dim images of dark, lusty women, and powerful naked men crowded the collective unconscious of Lisa's mind. She saw dim flashes of girls wildly dancing, of virgins being sacrificed to warlords, of wine being poured over the naked, sensuous bodies of young, naked girls. While not fully cognizant of the reasons for her feelings, not aware that the thoughts of the wild and isolated Catspaw mountains, combined with the invitingrhythm of the showering water, had stirred her primeval imagination, Lisa's body nevertheless responded by swaying to and fro as her eyes closed in mellow pleasure.
Ron Decker, Lisa's son, and captain of the high school football team was already wide awake, and busy performing his daily routine of calisthenics in his room. His body had the definition and muscular tone of a man. He was in perfect shape from rigorous work-outs and daily jogging. Ron, like his mother, always slept in the nude during the summer months, because of the stifling humidity of the Ohio climate.
Sweat poured from Ron's athletic body as he proudly completed his one-hundredth push up.
Lisa had finished her shower, and stepped onto the rubber bathmat. Without looking, she reached for a towel. Surprisingly, her hand found only a fistful of air, and she remembered that she had left the towels in the hall closet and had forgotten to hang any in the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and walked nakedly to the hall closet.
Ron decided it was time to take a shower and, thinking his mother was still asleep, walked nude down the hallway towards the shower.. . .
As Lisa reached into the linen closet, she suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly turned, and there was her son, standing naked, a few feet from her.
Lisa's first impulse was to cry out and run, but, strangely enough, that didn't happen. Whether it was the hypnotizing effect of the shower, or the shock of the situation, she didn't know. But, for a brief moment, the naked mother simply stared at the tan, athletic body of her teenage son. Ron, too did not run, but stared in utter amazement at the shapely features of his young mother. Maybe he was dumbfounded at the fact that his own mother had a movie star's voluptuous body, or maybe he couldn't believe this was really happening, but the handsome youth just stood there, amazedly staring at the naked body of his own mother!
When the moment had passed, Lisa matter-of-factly removed two towels from the linen closet and handed one to her son.
"I forgot to put clean towels in the bathroom," she said.
Lisa wrapped the soft, fluffy towel around the exposed curves of her delicious body and walked into her bedroom.
Ron, still a little shocked, stumbled into the bathroom and began taking his shower.
When Lisa was finally alone, the full impact of what had just occurred hit her like a sledgehammer.
Her own son had actually seen her naked!
She felt guilt and shame, as her moral conscience strictly told her this occurrence was a forbidden one. But it was an accident, she told herself. It was bound to happen sooner or later, and, after all, she and her son were not mind readers; they didn't know what each other was doing all of the time. Things like this probably happened in other families, too. The best thing to do was to forget it and act as nothing had happened.
As Lisa dressed herself, slipping her snow-white panties over the supple curves of her long, tapering legs, she felt anxious and "antsy," but could not understand why.
Was there another side of her being, the side that had responded to the lulling rhythm of the water and the ancient images of naked men and women, which was frustrating because she had walked away from the appealing body of a naked man? Did this side of her care if he was her son or not?
As Ron showered and washed the clinging sweat from his proud body, he was amazed at his own thoughts. His mother was gorgeous! She made the undeveloped, pubescent bodies of the school cheerleaders look like matclisticks!
He had never seen a naked woman before. Sure, he had screwed most of the half-way decent looking girls at his high-school, but that was different, he had just gazed upon the forbidden body of a ripe, gorgeous woman! He could not help thinking this way, as it was the truth.
But she was his mother, and it was important that he and her get along. Ron decided that it was best to forget the incident and look forward to the exciting camping trip which awaited him . . .
. . .and his mother.
CHAPTER TWO
Ron and his mother were sitting at the breakfast table when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it Mom," Ron said, and energetically sprinted towards the door. As Ron opened the door, the dark, tan figure of Lisa McAllister stepped into the living room.
"Morning Lise! Morning, Ronny!" Susan chirped.
Susan noticed the embarrassed look in Ron's eyes and tried to patch-up the social slip she had made.
"Morning Ron, I mean!" Susan said. She pulled up a chair at the breakfast table. Susan's beauty was a dark beauty. Her hair was a lusty, Venetian red and blended perfectly with her deeply tanned skin, browned to delicious perfection by hours of nude sun-bathing. Her eyes were a deep, luscious brown and her pretty lips set off her flawless face to sensuous perfection.
"Well, is everyone up for the trip?" Susan asked.
"Can't wait!" Lisa said.
"I'm jazzed," Ron said.
"Oh, by the way," Susan replied, "Ron, do you think you can come out to my car and help me load some things into your camper? Tve got a bunch of stuff."
"Sure," Ron said, rising. "Let's go."
"While you two are doing that," Lisa said, "I'll make a last minute check, then we can leave when you're done, O.K.? "
"Sounds good," Susan said. "Let's go, Ron."
Ron and Susan stepped outside.
As Susan walked in front of Ron, leading him towards her car, he could not help but admire the shapely, trim body of his mother's friend. Susan was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and a bikini top, which left her wasp-like waist, girlish thighs, and smooth, curving back exposed. Ron actually received a great deal of stimulating pleasure just from watching the delicious-looking Susan walk. Something primal in Ron was responding as he eyed the dark girl's thighs as they swelled and contracted in the tight-fitting garment of her cut-off jeans. He could see the shape of the fleshy cleft of her buttocks as it hollowed deliciously from the small of her bronze back and disappeared in the curve of her crotch. Ron let his thoughts run freely through his mind as to what it would be like to screw Susan. His mother was his mother, but Susan was not. True, she was his mother's age, but she was a woman, and a damn fine good-looking one at that. Ron was beginning to become fascinated at the thought of what an older woman would be like in bed. Would she scream? Would she go wild? Would she even suck his cock? Ron didn't know, but he would sure like to find out!
Susan opened the tfuck of her car and pointed to the leather suitcases.
"There's the stuff," she said.
Ron grabbed the two heaviest suit-cases.
"I'll get the other one," Susan said. Susan could not help but notice the trim muscular body of her friend's son. The muscles in his man-like arms bulged as he effortlessly carried the heavy suitcases across the lawn as though they were bags of feathers. Susan admitted the manly fanning-out of his shoulders and the V-like tapering of his torso as it tapered down to his tight, firm buttocks was quite enticing. Susan wondered if the youth had enough sexual experience to handle a woman like herself, or if he didn't would he be "open to suggestions?" She knew that he was at the age when his curiosity was rampant. If she made advances towards him would he freak out? Would he tell Lisa? Susan decided the best way to find out was to try!
Ron set down the two suitcases, then opened the camper door. He set the two suitcases in the camper's built-in cupboard, then sat on the bed, which took up the left wall of the camper.
"I guess you'll sleep up there," Ron said, pointing to an extra bunk which was created by a niche in the camper, about five feet above the floor, "and Mom will sleep here."
Susan's pretty eyes blinked and she smiled.
"Where will you sleep, Ron?" she asked, her voice rich with meaning.
Ron stuttered a moment, then replied:
"I.. . I guess I'll sleep outside."
Susan stepped into the camper and sat down on the bed beside Ron.
"Awwwww," she purred, bending close to him, and letting her warm, sensuous breath trail down his neck.
Ron felt his pulse quicken and his body tingle with a strange hot-cold feeling as Susan rubbed the back of his neck slowly with her hand. Suddenly Susan kissed him soulfully on the mouth, her agile, warm tongue teasing his mouth with undulating, promising lavings. Ron felt the sudden tingle in his cock as Susan boldly pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. She felt his dick begin to swell and was amazed to discover that the youth was quite well-hung. She started to unzip his pants.
"Susan, Ron, are you out there?" Lisa called. "I'm ready!"
Susan slowly pressed her fingers to Ron's lips. "Later, lover," she said.
CHAPTER THREE
Ron was driving. The three of them sat in the cab of the camper. Susan was at the fartherest end, with Lisa in between Susan and Ron. This was a good thing for Ron, because every time he glanced over at Susan's dark, luscious, tapering legs, his cock throbbed with forbidden passion.
As Ron began winding up the steep mountain roads, a bizarre thing happened. He had to negotiate a very sharp, sudden turn. As he did so, the force of the turn suddenly flung the soft, girlish body of his mother against him. He felt the delicious swell of her supple thighs. He smelled the alluring fragrance of the perfumed soap she had just scrubbed her body with. Ron's thoughts trailed back to the vision of his nude mother standing in the hall, her lithe curvaceous body nakedly displayed to his teenage eyes. He compared her to fold-outs he'd seen in girlie magazines and came to the conclusion that his mother, yes, his own mother, had one of the finest bodies around!
Ron suddenly checked his incestuous thoughts as the road became rougher. "Sure is wild up here," Ron said. "Yeah," Susan replied, "but it sure is beautiful, it's worth it."
"I feel like I'm in paradise," Lisa replied.
The view outside was indeed one to rival paradise. The summer sky was a deep, flawless blue. The pure, brilliant sunlight imparted a shimmering, vibrant quality to the trees and plants. Lazing sounds of buzzing insects filled the air as a gentle, refreshing breeze softly tossed the trees and shrubs to and fro.
"Pretty soon, it'll start getting dark," Ron said.
"What?" Susan replied. "It's only ten o'clock in the morning."
"I know," Ron said. "The trees. About ten miles up the road, the trees get so thick that they block out the sunlight."
On they drove, through gorgeous canyons and majestic mountain peaks. The trees were suddenly so thick that Ron had to turn on his lights. The sunny summer's day was suddenly replaced by a bizarre kind of day in night. As Susan glanced upwards, she could barely discern the patches of blue sky which occasionally peeped through the swaying tops of the majestic tall trees.
"Well," Ron said. "Do we want to play it safe, or rough it?"
"What do you mean?" Susan asked.
"Well," Ron continued, "Right now we have the choice of going to Pike's Creek campground or turning off up here and hitting it up to the back country."
"Tell you what," Susan said, "if it's o.k. with you, Lise, why don't we stay at Pike's Creek for a day or two, then when we're all broken in, hit the back country?"
"Sounds good to me," Ron replied.
"Me, too," Susan said.
"It's a deal," Ron said.
They pulled in, then got out to inspect their newfound, temporary home.
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "This air is fantastic!"
"So fresh and pure," Susan exclaimed.
Suddenly, a rough, burly voice cut through the peaceful silence of the mountain morning.
"Goddamn sonofabitch!"
The chorus of guffaws and catcalls followed. The riotous noise came from a group of campers two spaces down from Lisa, Ron and Susan. A rough-looking group of men, each holding a can of beer in their hands were engaged in a noisy game of horseshoes.
"We've got company," Susan said.
Suddenly the group of men became silent, as the dark, burly man holding the horseshoe pointed in the direction of Lisa, Ron, and Susan, then motioned for his friends to join him. There were hushed whispers as the men reacted with pleasure at the two, voluptuous wives which had suddenly become their neighbors. Lisa, noticing the group of men, said:
"Maybe we'll cut it short and only stay here one night," she said. "I don't like the looks of that football team over there."
"Yeah," Susan replied. "Those guys look like they might get pretty rowdy. It's only ten-thirty and they sound like they've been drinking all day."
The men suddenly began laughing uncontrollably, as if one of them had just told a dirty joke. Above the raucous laughter, could be heard some ominous-sounding remarks.
"Can't wait!"
"All right!"
"Whewie!"
"Oh well, I'm going to go and see if I can get some firewood," Lisa replied.
"Need any help!" Ron asked.
"No, why don't you two stay here and get everything hooked up."
"O.K." Ron replied, "I've gotta hook up the propane tank to the stove and drain the water tank."
Lisa went into the camper and removed a bucket to put firewood in.
"See you later," she said, and began walking down a dirt path leading into the thick, dark woods.
"I'd better check out that propane hook-up," Ron said, and opened the camper door.
He kneeled down and flipped the metal catcher which held the bottom of the stove in place. He quickly removed the old propane bottle and screwed a new one in its place. Ron heard the cab door of the camper open. Suddenly he heard the rhythmic, pulsing bass of a rock station as it filtered through the camper's back speakers and into the main body of the camper where Ron was. He heard the cab door close, and then, Susan was at the back door.
"You like my choice of music?" she asked.
"Sounds pretty good," Ron replied, noticing that Susan's hip-hugging cut-off jeans seemed to be a little lower than before; he could not only see the sensuous, hollow crater of her navel, but the fleecy beginnings of her pubic vee as well!
Ron busied himself checking hoses and connections in the camper. Susie shut the door, and did a peculiar thing; she locked the door from the inside.
Susan watched the handsome youth as he moved about; she could see the strong, rippling muscles of his chest and stomach beneath his tight-fitting T-shirt and thought of the forbidden act of seducing this boy. Well, he wasn't actually a boy. If that hard, tensil form she had pressed her hand against was as big as it felt, then this "boy" had a cock as big as any man she had ever been with, or maybe even bigger!
"You like to dance?" she asked Ron. "Yeah," he replied.
Susan stood in the center of the camper. She removed the rubber sandals she was wearing, leaving her naked feet exposed for Ron to see. Slowly, and invitingly, she reached her hands above her head and clasped them together above her. Starting from the graceful slope of her curvaceous shoulders, rippling through the swaying melons of her womanish breasts, coursing through the plane of her tiny belly, and undulating through the flaring femininity of her curvaceous hips, a ripple of girlish excitement slowly pulsed through Susan's lithe, curvaceous body as she moved sensuously to the rhythmic pulsations of the rock music. Ron was no longer concerned with the caper, but his wide, adolescent eyes were riveted on the snake-like, swaying body of the luscious, dark haired beauty who danced invitingly before him. Somehow, the clean, shaven, soft skin underneath her arms which was exposed for him to see, excited him. Wicked thoughts raced through his mind and he wondered what the rest of her voluptuous, womanly body looked like.
Susan slowly moved towards Ron who knelt on the floor. He felt as though he was kneeling before some ancient sex goddess as she writhed and wiggled before the teenager's fascinated face. He saw the firm, round skin of her tits as her womanish breasts danced beneath the tight-fitting halter of her bikini top. Susan suddenly reached down and grabbed Ron's head and crushed his mouth against the flat plane of her tiny belly.
The sensuous wife was amazed to feel Ron's tongue instantly snake into her navel and hotly lave her exposed belly with warm, moist swipes.
"Whoa, lover!" she said, gently pushing his head back, "let me get my clothes off first!"
She moved back a few inches, then reached behind her tan, curving back, and in one sure, swift move, untied the loose bow-knot supporting her bikini tip. Susan did not let the top fall off all at once, she was too experienced for that. She held her hand over the loosened garment, and oh-so-slowly peeled it from her high, proud tits, exposing only a little of her smooth, firm breast-flesh at a time. Ron felt his pants bulge as one of Susan's deep-red nipples jutted from beneath the thin garment. Another few inches, and the entire rounded swell of ample tit lay exposed as Ron's mouth began to water. Susan salaciously took her ripe, red nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.
"Would you like to suck my tit?" she asked Ron, matter-of-factly.
The benumbed teenager was too awe-struck to reply, as he greedily eyed the nakedly-exposed nipple of the delicious wife.
"Cat got your tongue, huh, Ronny," she replied, suddenly dropping her bikini top to the ground, and leaving both of her melonish exposed tits to the amazed teenager.
Susan had hit a nerve in the sensitive youth's psyche. He suddenly rose and stood before her, his eyes glaring.
"Don't call me Ronny," he shouted.
"Sorry, Ron," she said, almost out of fear.
Ron did not reply. He was deeply angered by Susan referring to him with a mere boy's nickname. Primal rage swirled through his mind. Goddamnit! How many times had he asked her not to call him Ronny? Who the hell did she think she was, anyway? Hell, he'd show the bitch! Not now, he'd go ahead and let her have her little striptease show, and then, he'd fuck her eyes out! He'd show her that he was as much of a man as she was a woman! He calmly stifled his rage and smiled.
"Forget it," he said.
Susan winked at him, not realizing that it was her and not Ron who was in for the experience of a lifetime!
She suddenly performed an act that Ron had only heard about. As rock music swelled and pulsed to frantic crescendo, Susan suddenly began twirling her huge ripe breasts in rapid rhythm to the pounding music . . . in opposite directions! Ron's mouth almost fell off his face as Susan's tits became heated blurs. All he could see was the fuzzy, circular trails of her red nipples as her entire body rocked and danced to the pulsing music. The music slowed and, in perfect mimicry, Susan echoed with her supple, agile body every note of the intricate sounds emanating from the speakers.
The music was very subtle now, a series of mellow soft guitar runs, and Susan's perfect thighs responded to every note. Ron watched as her tight, flawless stomach rolled and rippled. She turned slowly around, exposing the flowing womanish of her smooth, curving back. Her swelling buttocks were still hidden by the tight-fitting garment of her cut-off jeans, but Ron could clearly see that this was one tight little cunt, married or not!
The small of her trim back was moist from sweat, and her dark, lusty skin glistened invitingly.
Ron was getting a full hard on now, his cock felt like it was going to burn a hole in his pants. He walked over to Susan and stood in front of her. Suddenly she took his head and shoved it against the fleshy melon of her tight tit. Before Susan knew what hit her, Ron's eager mouth had encased the fine-tipped orb of her womanish breast and his tongue was slowly circling the thick flesh of her nipple.
"Ohhh, yeah!" she moaned.
Suddenly, Susan winced in pain as Ron's teeth cruelly nicked the sensitive node of her breast-flesh.
"Ow!" she yelped. "Not so rough, huh?"
Ron did not reply, but powerfully gripped the handles of her hips and ground Susan's soft girlisliness against his heated pelvis.
Before she could cry out, his wild tongue was snaking into her warm, mouth and he held her tightly in his arms.
Ron's hand was suddenly at the zipper of Susan's cut-off jeans, he pressed his thumb against the hidden slit between her thighs and her supple body quivered as the secret nerves in her loins began growing hungry with the exquisite longing of a cock buried deep between her long, curvaceous legs.
Slowly, Ron ran his tongue down her smooth neck, and hedged her zipper down the vee of her pubis. He glanced down and saw the lily-white line of her panties. Ron planted his mouth over the huge melon of her left breast and worked her rubbery, red-capped nipple hotly between his tongue and lips. He felt the thick orb harden perceptibly as he thrust the tip of his burrowing tongue into the center of its sensitive redness! A long, hot gasping breath of arousal escaped from her lips and coursed down her undulating, quivering body.
Susan's jeans were loosened, but still clung to the rounded swell of her slowly rocking pelvis. Suddenly Ron's finger snaked behind her soft, white panties, and found the fleecy tuft of her pubic hairs. Ron's finger salaciously rubbed over the mound of Susan's heated pelvis and the voluptuous wife began to breathe and pant in heavy, aroused rhythm. Suddenly her panties fell off, and the lusty, dark girl was naked to the waist, wearing only the silky garment of her snow-white bikini panties.
Ron suddenly positioned himself behind the young wife. He removed his shirt and pressed the soft girlisliness of her back against his manly torso.
Susan quivered in aroused delight as she felt the tight, well-defined muscles of the teenager's torso dig into the delicate skin of her naked back. Suddenly Ron's tongue was snaking down her exposed back. As his hot, wet tongue wiggled it's way down Susan's spine, Ron slowly knelt. When he came to the elastic band of her panties, he snaked his tongue lewdly underneath the panties, and inched the snowy garment of her bikini panties down the curve of her naked ass as his tongue gouged Susan's buttocks' fleshy cleft.
"Ohhh!" Susan chirped, 'That tickles!"
He worked her panties over the ripe flesh of her asscheeks, and suddenly the garment slid down her naked thighs and perfect legs and around her feet. Susan stepped forward a few feet and Ron, his tongue buried in the nether flesh of her ass followed her.
Susan was quite amazed that Ron had taken so much control. When she first thought of seducing the youth, she actually had contemplated leading him! And now it appeared he was leading her!
Susan felt a liquid, laving heat moving along the supple flesh of her asscheeks, and inching slowly between the hot curve of the secret valley of her crotch.
Ron had reversed his position; he was sitting on his buttocks and his head was buried in the middle of her thighs! She felt his tongue swirling into the pouting mouth of her anus, then inch forward. She felt her tan, tight thighs involuntarily spreading apart as his tongue wantonly worked towards it's objective; the secret slit of her married cunt!
"Oh yeah, that's it, lover! Lick my twat!" Susan moaned as Ron's tongue suddenly found the sweet-smelling fissure of her pussy. She uttered a whimper of true arousal as his tongue teasingly gouged the rubbery flesh guarding the liquid heat of her married cunt.
Susan felt Ron's hands tightly gripping the delicate nether flesh on the inside of her thighs and . . .
Suddenly she was in the air! With one sure, strong move, Ron had lifted the nakedly displayed wife above his head. His strong hands tightly gripped the half-moons of her buttocks and Susan's legs were wantonly straddled against the teenager's face.
Susan's head barely cleared the ceiling of the camper, but she didn't really care as Ron lifted her ass up about an inch and his tongue touched the pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris.
"Ahh! You've found my clit!" she moaned in delight.
Ron began working Susan's tight little ass deliciously over his mouth as he felt the muscles in the attractive thighs and slowly clench and unclench in response to his lingual lavings.
Wow! Susan thought to herself, this kid really knows how to do it! She thought he was going to jump on her and shoot his wad and that would be it, but now; she was really getting turned on!
Ron was still thinking of the times Susan had called him "Ronny." Yes, he would show her! He'd get her all worked up, then he'd . . .
Well, he had to think what he'd do to her!
A lewd, pagan thrill was coursing it's way through the nude, hot body of Susan. The thought that she was having her pussy licked by her best friend's teenage son seemed to heat the nerve-naked bud of her exposed clitoris to electric intensity.
The very thought that she was engaged in such an act of lust with who most people regarded as a mere boy, sent wicked, heated dreams pulsing through her dizzied brain. The thought of Ron's virile young body beneath her, holding her like she was a rag-doll while his tongue rubbed her pearl-like clitoris with fervent pressure caused her naked ass to wiggle salaciously as she wantonly began to grind her heated pelvis tightly against Ron's face.
Ron smelled the musky, pungent scent between her thighs and his mind danced with thoughts of shoving his cock into the clinging fissure of her unguarded cunt!
Yes, Ron thought, it had all been so easy! And here was a real woman, not one of those awkward, "inexperienced cheerleaders," but a real woman, as gorgeous as any movie star, a real woman who probably knew how to fuck like a bunny!
Susan suddenly felt Ron's tongue snake from the hardened bud of her clitoris to the heated, moist fissure of her unguarded cunt. As his tongue burrowed into the clasping heat of her married vagina, Susan felt the rubbery walls of her invaded fissure clasp the thick shaft of Ron's tongue as though it were a cock! She grasped him by the shoulders, tightly digging her fingernails into the hardened muscles of the youth's wide, sloping shoulders.
"Ohh!" she moaned, her breath becoming light and airy, "that feels good!"
Ron eyed the bunk; it was about level with his head. He walked over to it and sat Susie on the edge of it; the ragged folds of her unguarded pussy a few inches from his face. Yes, this was perfect; it would give his tongue easy access to the forbidden cleft of her cunt and he could run his tongue with complete mobility over the voluptuous nakedness of her splayed pussy.
He suddenly stiffened his middle finger and shoved it harshly and powerfully into the liquid heat of her pubis.
"Ow!" Susan moaned, "Please, not too hard!"
"I just wanted to get you good and loose," Ron said, a slight sneer coming over his face, "After all, it feels like your pussy's pretty tight."
With that he shoved his finger farther into her cunt. The pain of this sudden intrusion was allayed by the delicious renewal of Ron's tongue as it pressed relentlessly against her still-hardened clitoris.
As Ron slowly worked his long, thick finger in and out of the palpitating depths of Susan's naked cunt, he felt her lithe, tan legs wrap tightly around his neck and lock together. Ron took his other hand and reached behind Susan and grabbed a half moon of her naked buttocks, sliding his fingers into the moist, deep, fleshy cleft of her buttocks.
His stiffened middle finger was becoming wet and warm from the love juices of Susan, who was beginning to thrust her naked pelvis in lascivious rhythm against Ron's face as the initial pain of his digital assault was gradually replaced with sensual, thrilling pleasure as the hungry nerves in the fleshy walls of Susan's clasping cunt responded by grabbing tightly around Ron's hotly probing finger.
Ron could feel the oozing, liquid shaft of Susan's cunt as it filled with love juice. There was a slurping, gurgling-type sound as Ron roughly thrust his cunt-encased digit its full length up Susan's nakedly-splayed pussy.
Susan felt the fartherest reaches of her cunt push against the muscles of her belly and she lasciviously tightened her legs around Ron's head, pulling his tongue more closely against her splayed clitoris and forcing his finger into the unexplored depths of her throbbing pussy.
The pace of Susan's pussy-thrusts increased as her heated breath began to escape from her hotly working lungs in staccato gasps.
Ron felt a definite surge of male triumph as he felt Susan's sweating, dark body begin to slip from conscious control of her mind and into the unpredictable regions of her own deep passions. The springs in the mattress began to squeak with each increasingly rampant backward thrust of the naked wife's hotly working ass.
"Mmmmmmm!" Susan moaned.
Ron quickly took his cue and shoved his forefinger as well as his middle finger into the moist tightness of her cunt! Susan felt a sudden burning sensation as both of Ron's digits stretched the vernal, supple skin of her cunt apart. She buckled, letting a long, hot, gasp of breath escape from her throat. But even the pain of both of his fingers rudely buried in her pulsing cunt, could not deter the delicious feeling of having her clitoris licked and her twat filled with eager exploring fingers at the same time. Despite the burning, Susan nevertheless wriggled her ass forward and wantonly and willingly impaled herself on Ron's exploring digits.
Yes, the married Susan was gradually being turned into a jiggling mass of heated flesh by her best friend's teenage son!
As the fervor of Susan's wanton humping increased, her nude melonish tits danced obscenely in the air as her deep, red nipples turned hard under Ron's double assault on her clitoris and pussy.
"Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah.. . ! " Susan moaned. "Faster, lover, faster, please! Make me cum! I wanna cum so bad!"
Ron responded by using the hand he had tightly gripped around her ass-cheek to deliciously guide her sweet-tasting pussy over his face with wild, spasming speed.
Ron's forehead, drenched with sweat, was flush against the tiny plane of Susan's belly, and he could feel the youthful muscles in her abdomen tremble and convulse as he brought the lustful, sex-starved wife closer to quaking orgasm.
Ron shoved the weight of his torso hard against the frantic thighs of the wildly gyrating wife in an effort to keep her from bucking off of the bunk.
God was she wild! She moaned, panted and screamed, cussing and muttering the most lewd demands and pleas for her own ravisliment! She kicked and rocked and squeezed her passion-filled thighs around Ron's neck with the tinsel force of a boa constrictor!
Susan felt the wicked, forbidden whirl of her own wanton orgasm begin to tingle and quiver in her married loins with the inexplorable pressure of a tidal wave as her body quivered with the full on power of an electroshock machine! Ron felt the ominous quaking of Susan's thighs and suddenly . . .
The trembling Susan did not care if anyone could hear or not! She screamed out the exquisite agonies of her orgasm and pounded her exploding crotch hotly against Ron's face.
Wave after wave of forbidden, ecstatic pleasure washed over the throbbing nerve-buds of her cunt as her pussy-lips clasped and unclasped Ron's wildly probing fingers.
When it was over, Ron slowly looked up at Susan, a slight sneer on his face, remembering his firm resolve to show this woman a thing or two.
"My turn, now, Susie," he said.
Lisa came slowly into the campsite, carrying a goodly load of fire wood. Not seeing anyone around, she peeped in the small back window of the camper. The curtain was drawn, but a tiny slit in the curtain allowed her to gaze upon the naked body of her best friend and the half-clad, sweat-drenched body of. . . her own son!
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa was dazed. The shameful scene which lay before her flooded her mind. Her own son and her best friend! What was she to do?
She dare not go in on them, for fear she might cause a scene. There were too many people around. All she could do was wait, wait until the shameful act had passed.
She stood silent and still, staring between the slit in the camper's curtains.
"It's my turn to have a little fun, now," Ron said, pushing Susan up on the bunk and stretching out beside her.
Lisa stared in horror as her own son stood on his knees and removed his pants and jockey shorts.
Susan looked up at the virile muscular youth and secretly admired his huge, well-hung cock.
God he's big, Susan said to herself.
Ron knew Susan was admiring his trim firm body and felt a strong sense of manly pride as her eyes fixed upon his huge, meaty prick. Yes, those arduous hours of exercise and running had paid off; he had a powerfully, tight body, the kind that women lusted after and men became envious of.
Ron eyed the nude body of Susan with contemplation. Yes, he would dominate this overconfident, luscious dark girl, bring her to complete and utter submission!
Ron straddled her waist so that her supple, tan body was flanked on either side by one of his legs. He reached down and roughly turned the nakedly splayed wife over on her belly.
Lisa watched incredulously as her son hungrily eyed the exposed, swelling buttocks of her best friend. Ron took his thick, eight-inch cock between both of his hands and salaciously ground it against Susan's unprotected asscheeks.
Lisa almost gasped in horror as she watched her naked teenage son lewdly rock his pelvis to and fro. Suddenly, she felt uneasy and anxious. She could not explain the bizarre feeling that came upon her like a hot flash, then vanished just as suddenly. But for a wicked, unexplained moment, Lisa caught herself actually studying the huge, meaty cock of her son. She was somehow fascinated as she saw the purplish rings of muscle lining its shaft and the mushroom-shaped cap of its spongy cock-head. Was she both awe-struck and amazed that her own son could have such a beautiful, well-hung prick! Suddenly these unexplained, lewd thoughts vanished as Ron made his next move before the eyes of his own mother.
The aroused youth suddenly lay the meaty shaft of his prick horizontally in the fleshy cleft of Susan's asscheeks. He put each of his hands on one of her fleshy mounds and pressed down with manly pressure. Susan felt the air escaping from her still-heated lungs as the well-hung youth slowly pushed his cock against the moist, warm nether-flesh of her married ass.
As Ron's cock swelled to pole-like immensity, Susan felt spasms of pain as the heavy weight of Ron's bloated cock and balls pushed hotly against the delicate, nakedly exposed flesh of her ample buttocks.
Had Susan made a mistake? She had set out to seduce this youth, but it seemed that she was the one being led, she was the submissive one. Had she bit off more than she could chew? This "boy" had amazed her with his tight, powerful body and seemingly thorough knowledge of sex. And what worried her most was that Ron seemed to get a bit rough at times. She trembled at the thought of him losing his temper.
"You've got a nice ass, Susan," Ron said, as he clenched and unclenched his hips.
Suddenly he lunged forward with a powerful thrust that stretched the raw, tender skin of her anal sphincter to painful elongation.
"That hurts!" Susan cried in real pain.
"Oh, really?" Ron replied mocking her.
"Ron, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I bet ya don't think I'm man enough for ya, huh?"
"What, what are you talking about? I never said that!"
It didn't matter what Susan had said, what mattered was what Ron believed and he believed that he must show her who was boss!
Ron was becoming quite aroused now. Susan felt his manly athletic weight trapping her and she knew that there was nothing she could do; she dare not try to escape; there was no place to run. She knew that he was much stronger than her and could overpower her easily.
"Well, it's like this, Susie, "Ron said, "I think you need a little lesson in not calling me Ronnie. If you learn your lesson well, I'll never have to do this again."
Susan felt Ron's body moving above her; he was repositioning himself; suddenly the weight of his buttocks rested on the small of her back and he was facing her ass.
"Now," Ron said, "what is my name?"
Susan did not answer.
Wham! Ron suddenly slapped her naked ass with the open palm of his hand. Tears welled up in Susan's eyes and she tried to wiggle free but Ron's weight and power were too much for the trapped wife to overcome.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Susan writhed in real pain as her nakedly-splayed ass-flesh stung with the cruel spanking the powerful teenager was delivering to her nakedly exposed buttocks.
Lisa did not quite understand what was going on as the camper was fully soundproof, but the sight of her son sadistically spanking a full-grown woman shocked her. She'd only heard about things like that, second hand, and here was her own son performing an act that she thought only occurred in porno films! Maybe her son knew much more than she gave him credit for! That was a strange thought. What if her own son was capable of performing like a man? A nagging, unconscious voice planted wicked thoughts in her mind; she actually let her morality slip for a moment and an obscene, lewd thought surfaced to her conscious mind.
What would it be like to have her own son's cock thrust between her thighs?
My God! Lisa said to herself. What am I thinking. The idea is so wicked, nice people don't do things like that! What an awful thought!
Lisa told herself that she wasn't in her right mind, that the shock of discovery of her best friend with her son had temporarily interrupted her rational thought process. She suddenly found herself back to normalcy, staring in astonisliment at her own son straddling the naked back of Susan.
"What's my name?" he demanded.
"Ron," Susan screamed. "Your name is Ron!"
"That's more like it," he said. The dark nude wife could feel the stinging welts on her abused ass throbbing with reddened pain.
Ron suddenly reversed his position and turned Susan over on her back. He sat on her thighs, his legs straddling her pelvis. His bloated balls rested, covering the shallow crater of her navel and his long, purplish cock lay lewdly on her lithe, tight belly and almost touched the soft, melonish flesh of her tits.
He salaciously ground the stiffened pole of his meaty erection against the girlish flesh of her belly. Susan winced as the diamond-hard immensity of his prick gouged the sensitive nerves of her tender skin.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" the virile youth asked Susan.
"I'll do anything you want," Susan said. "Just please don't spank me again."
"Well, you be a good little girl and I won't have to," Ron replied as he took each of her womanish tits in his hands, pinching the deep-red orbs of her thick, tight nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Despite Susan's fear of Ron, and her still burning ass, a shiver of delight tingled in her loins as Ron deftly massaged her naked breasts.
"You've got a great pair of tits," he said. "Let me stick my cock between them."
Susan knew it would be useless to protest, and it might even be dangerous.
"Sure," she said, submissively resigning herself to her fate. "Go ahead."
Ron slid up Susan's nude torso, dragging his buttocks over her delicate skin. Susan felt the steel-wool-like hairs of his scrotum cutting into the sensitive pores of her gorgeous skin.
Lisa almost shrieked as she watched her own son lay his cock between the proud high mounds of her best friends naked breasts. Ron reached down and took the fleshy, warm fullness of both of Susan's tits in his hands and deliciously surrounded his swollen cock with the warm, raw blood-filled peaks of her breast flesh.
"Yeah," he moaned as he buried his meaty prick between Susan's tits.
Ron slowly began working his pelvis over the luscious, tan flesh of the helpless wife, who lay pinned beneath him like a butterfly laid out for inspection. Susan felt a tightening, friction-producing sensation as Ron's stiffened cock-flesh pulled and pinched the soft nether flesh of Susan's nakedly displayed tits. She glanced down between her breasts and saw Ron's spongy cock-head slithering lewdly in and out of the secret valley of her deep cleavage.
Suddenly Ron pushed the nipple-capped peaks of her voluptuous breasts towards each other, and rubbed each of her rubbery nipples against the other one. Although Susan felt pain, she also felt pleasure at the new, unusual sensation of having her nerve-filled, sensitive nipples crushed against one another by a potent, virile male!
Ron began a slow humming rhythm, stretching and pulling the delicate, luscious belly flesh of Susan as his hairy scrotum dragged over her sensitive skin. The heat from her married belly warmed the semen-filled contents of his bloated balls and an electric, tingling heat simmered in his loins.
Ron thrust the purplish head of his cock high and hard between Susan's proud, pert tits, and the end of his spongy dick-head brushed against the warm moistness of her lower lip. Susan saw the tiny slit in the end of the mushroomed-shaped cap and knew well the awesome, potent power lurking behind the seemingly innocent opening.
"Suck my cock," Ron said matter-of-factly. "I want to fill your little belly with my cum."
Susan knew she had to obey. She opened her lips, like the parting of an exotic, rare flower to reveal the moist, secret cavity of her mouth. Ron felt her warm breath playing over the sensitive shaft of his man-sized erection and he leaned forward and sunk his huge cock into the inviting, saliva-filled orifice which Susan offered to him. A tingling mixture of hot and cold danced along the cudgeling pole of his meaty erection as Susan's lips pursed tightly around the stiffened meat of his swollen penis. He glanced down at her; yes, he was completely dominating the nude wife. The sight of Susan below him, his cock half-way sunk into the wet fissure of her mouth, caused his blood-filled cock to swell even more.
Susan felt the muscles in his cock involuntarily stiffen as it swelled to mouth-filling immensity. Susan felt pleasure, despite her lingering fears, and decided to suck and tease Ron's throbbing member until a flood of semen gutted her belly. For Susan's specialty was cocksucking! Every woman has one particular thing they love to do or have done to them, and this dark, cinnamon-sexy wife loved to work a man's prick in her mouth! She loved the warm, overpowering feel of a prick as it slid in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. She lusted after the wicked, delicious sensations of those blood-engorged, purplish veins sliding against the pinkish folds inside her mouth, and the lewd, wanton feeling of a spongy cock-head banging and pummeling the roof of her freely offered mouth.
"Ummmm!" Ron moaned. "You've got a nice little mouth! It feels just like a cunt in there!"
He slowly began the long, skewering cock-strokes which would eventually propel him to heated orgasm and thrust a river of cum into Susan's married belly.
Lisa watched in horror as Susan, who obviously had some experience at this, gripped the base of her son's satiny penis and squeezed and rubbed its immense circumference salaciously between her thumb and forefinger. As Ron raised his hips off of Susan's flattened tits, and his reddish balls slapped lewdly against Susan's chin, Lisa quivered as Susan reached up with her other free hand and massaged Ron's dangling, hairy testicles with obvious agility.
Lisa saw her son's buttocks clench and unclench, the muscles in his hairy thighs tighten as Susan's cheeks hollowed to suck and pull the pulsing immensity of Ron's teenage cock into her mouth.
An agonizing, wicked thought flitted through the consciousness of Lisa's brain; Was she really horrified or was she jealous? Would she like to be in Susan s place? Would Lisa like to have the cock of her own son sunk deep in her throat? As a purely sexual attraction, Ron was very appealing. His athletic body and powerful, hairy loins were enough to attract any woman, no matter who she was. Lisa seemed to be struggling with the harsh, demanding strictures of her Puritan conscience and the organic, primeval urgings of her own woman's body.
It's wicked! she told herself. My God! he's my son!
Ron's cock was skewering the inside of Susan's freely-offered mouth with an intensity that was approaching demonic proportions. A slurping, liquid popping issued from the nude wife's oral orifice as her mouth filled with the liquid, warming balm of her saliva, just as her own cunt had flooded with pungent love-juices when Ron had licked her nudely offered pussy to quivering orgasm. Susan's tongue wagged frantically as it lewdly encircled the throbbing prick-head of Ron. Suddenly Susan remembered a maneuver that drove most men wild and she daringly applied it to the swollen member of her teenage partner; Susan's tongue was an unusual instrument. It was incredibly segmented and muscular. As a little girl she used to spend hours amazing and amusing her schoolmates as she created many strange and magical shapes with her agile tongue. And now she used her mobile instrument to powerfully jab at the tiny slit in the end of Ron's blood-filled cock.
"Jesus!" he yelled, grabbing her ears and guiding her face deliciously over his swollen prick. "Wow! What a cocksucker you are!"
Susan was a wanton animal now, her nakedly-splayed legs scissoring in lewd rhythm to the increasingly violent cock-thrusts of Ron. Susan felt Ron's lust-bloated prick trying to burrow down her throat and she lewdly demonstrated her specialty, her cheeks hollowed, then puffed up, then hollowed. Ron felt his sweating body buckle as the naked wife voraciously sucked the entirety of Ron's blue-veined penis into the dark moistness of her wet, warm cuntal-like throat!
"I'll be a son-of-a bitch!" Ron grunted as delicious tingling sensations of raw lust shot through his teenage loins, "You've swallowed my goddamn prick!"
Ron leaned further and he felt Susan's fingers violently stuffing the hairy sac of his semen-bloated testicles into her prick-hungry mouth. At last Susan had sucked the entirety of Ron's throbbing cock and balls into her throat and mouth.
Susan was a cock-hungry whore now; nothing could stop her as she gave entirely away to the one uncontrollable fetish that she constantly fought to suppress; the wicked thrill of an immense naked prick tearing into the soft pinkish flesh of her throat!
Lisa watched with horror as her best friend clasped her hands around Ron's wildly pummeling buttocks and pulled his masculine loins closer to her greedy, cock-filled mouth.
Ron was laboring hard now, his lust-filled pelvis pumping hard against the violated mouth of the tan, gorgeous girl who lay submissively beneath him, her lithe female body spread out flat like some rare butterfly pinned for exhibition.
Ron felt a shudder in his belly; he suddenly lurched forward and hammered a series of punishing cock thrusts to the face of Susan. Susan felt the spongy head of Ron's prick pulse ominously and she knew that the virile young man would soon be sending a stream of gushing cum down her eager belly!
Lisa watched her own son as his frantic pelvic thrusts suddenly broke into a series of staccato lunges and she knew that her best friend had sucked the cock of Ron to bursting orgasm.
Ron felt the delicious, pulsing surge of his lava-like jism as it whirled through his heated balls, as it sizzled along his lengthy prick, as it paused for an instant before erupting into a violent flood of viscous bubbling semen streaming down Susan's throat.
Again and again the slit in the end of Ron's cock contracted and expanded releasing literal bucketfuls of cum into Susan's throat. Ron's potent semen glutted her mouth and throat, then bubbled lewdly around Ron's purplish shaft which was still deeply imbedded in Susan's lust-filled throat.
When the quaking throes of Ron's orgasm had passed into his memory, he slowly withdrew his flaccid penis from Susan's mouth and she hungrily licked the last few drops of his semen from her lips.
"We'd better get cleaned up," Ron said to Susan, matter-of-factly. "Mom'll be back any time."
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa thought it best to go back down the road and give Ron and Susan a chance to "clean up." She didn't know what to say, and didn't want to give either of them the slightest hint that she had watched their wicked, shocking performance. She knew one thing; she had to act perfectly normal, as though nothing had happened. She lugged the pail of firewood back to give complete authenticity to her actions.
As she passed the huge camper full of men Ron had noticed earlier, she discerned that the men were still drinking and were beginning to feel the effects of the beer they had been filling themselves with. Although it was only eleven o'clock in the morning. She felt the lewd insistent stares of their eyes as they riveted on her alluring, female form. She walked quickly out of their sight and into the woods.
Lisa walked for about ten minutes. She followed a small dirt foot-path as it meandered lazily into a dark, secluded part of the forest. Lisa suddenly noticed that the light was becoming increasingly dim, in fact it was almost as dark as twilight! She spied an inviting patch of soft leaves and stretched out on the comfortable, soft patch of greenery.
She had to have time to think! Her mind was in a whirl from the wild event she had just witnessed! Her conscious morality was shocked, but there was another part of her which was just uneasy. She couldn't quite describe or put her finger on her feelings, but somehow she felt as though she had been left out of something.
Whether it was the fact that Lisa had just witnessed two people sucking and licking each other to heated orgasm, or whether it was because her husband had been gone for three days Lisa suddenly felt incredibly homey! She lifted her head to see if anyone was around; no one seemed to be in sight.
Lisa felt an overwhelming, mad insistence clawing at her supple, sex-starved cunt. She didn't know what possessed her as she slowly unbuttoned her plaid blouse and slid her hand underneath the tightness of her brassiere to squeeze and fondle the succulent mound of her own womanish breast. Her other hand went behind her back and quickly released the tiny metal clasp holding her snowy brassiere in place. She tossed the garment aside, and suddenly the curvaceous, voluptuous mother was naked to the waist.
The scene looked like something out of a pagan Greek myth; the raw, primitive force of nature was wildly extant in the luxuriant thick foliage and heavy undergrowth of the primeval-looking forest. In the middle of this pure, unpolluted, untouched patch of pure naturalness, lay a ripe, voluptuous female, her thick, rich blonde hair flowing softly down her shoulders and brushing tantalizingly against the deep cleavage of her proud, high tits. Her ivory-like skin was pure and nude in the sheltered part of the forest, and the pink, delicate orbs of her melonish breasts blushed like a baby's cheeks as they lay unashamedly exposed in the clear mountain air. Her tiny waist tapered into the flaring femininity of her thighs like the sleek, flawless curves of a wasp, and the flat plane of her belly lay naked, dotted by the shallow crater of her perfect navel.
Lisa closed her eyes. She could feel the raw, surging power of primeval nature as it pulsed through the trees and bushes, and she aas somehow lulled into a drug-like stupor by the over-powering sights, sounds, and scents of the sensual forest.
Lisa slowly massaged the nipple-peaked mounds of her delicately-veined tits in each of her hands.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as a dim image of a virile, stud-like man began to form in the eye of her mind. She lewdly ground the rubbery tips of her nipples against each other and received a wanton pagan tingle in her married loins as her own cunt tingled under the forbidden sensations of her self-administered stimulation.
Lisa could feel the friction between the heated softness of her breast-flesh as she massaged her own huge tits to nipple-hardened intensity.
The image of the nude man dancing in her brain became more cohesive; she could see the sloping muscularness of his shoulders and the vee-like taper of his waist. The youth was standing with his back to her, the powerful lines of his masculine loins and buttocks firmly etched in her brain.
Lisa took her left hand and salaciously rubbed the tight, young skin of her married belly. She could feel her tight young muscles as they interconnected with the muscles of her lower abdomen and intertwined with the taut, vernal mass of her cuntal flesh.
Lisa slipped a thumb under each side of her jeans and worked them down over the curves of her slender hips, down the supple line of her thighs, and finally over her long, curvaceous legs.
Lisa felt a ripple of girlish excitement pulse through the curve of her crotch as she grasped the forbidden reality of the situation she had put herself in: she was half-naked and alone, in the deepest, darkest part of the forest!
She slipped her finger under the elastic waist band of her fluffy white panties and removed the snowy garment.
She had only performed the self-stimulating act she was in the middle of now, once in her life, when she was a high school girl. But, at the moment, she had no other choice; she had to have some respite from the gnawing, clawing hunger pounding in her nerve-naked cunt.
Why was she so goddamn homey?
Lisa took her stiffened middle finger and slowly rubbed the glistening mound of her womanish, swelling pubis. She shuddered as the smooth end of her pearlish node of her own clitoris and sent a spasming convulsion of sensual arousal pulsing through her own cunt.
The image of the youth, which was becoming ever-so-clear in Lisa's mind, turned slowly towards her. What struck her immediately was the thick, cudgel like cock which dangled excitingly between the legs of the phantom of Lisa's mind. She saw its bulbous, bloated cock-head and the red-banded immensity of its shaft. She saw the deep-grooved, thick ring of purplish flesh as it separated the mushroomed-shaped head from the long turgid pole of the shaft.
God! Would she love to have that between her lily-white thighs!
Lisa slowly inched her finger into the clinging fissure of her own cunt and felt the rubbery walls clasp hungrily around the long, exploring form of her probing digit. Lisa clenched her lips together as an arousing tremor of lewd excitement pulsed its way through the heat of her married belly and erupted in tingling excitement on the orbs of her pink tits.
Her thighs spread invitingly open and the delicate, light blue skin on the inside of her crotch contracted with wanton arousal as she circularly ground her ample hips in a lurid animalish movement of wanton passion.
Any male wandering upon the scene would have instantly raped Lisa; her voluptuous, trembling body was nakedly offered, the moist, hairy folds of her pussy nudely revealed.
Lisa salaciously thrust her forefinger alongside her embedded middle finger, and suddenly her married vagina was filled with both of her hotly working fingers!
"Ahh!" she moaned, ever so softly.
She felt the flood of her own love juices as they bubbled around her fingers, as her ample hips rocked in orgasmic rhythm to the lewd sensoring of her nakedly-splayed legs.
God! What was happening to her? Here she was, homey as hell, out in the middle of the woods, working herself to a trembling orgasm, why? Had the sight of her best friend and her own son touched off a forbidden channel of her subconscious mind, awakening a flood of pagan, animalish desires? Had t-hi? forbidden vision awakened in her unspeakable appetites?
Lisa was panting and sweating like a mad dog now, each delicious lunge of her own fingers propelling her closer to the shuddering throes of her own self-inflicted orgasm. Her tits were wildly dancing and her fully aroused female body quivered and quaked as she skewered the insides of her own cunt with her accurate, long, fingers.
A shudder of relief escaped from her pretty lips as the walls of her cunt pounded out the sizzling vibrations of her orgasm.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Lisa moaned. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
Suddenly Lisa's love-juice coated fingers began pummeling her own pussy with piston-like power. She felt the atomic whirl of her nerves tremble with body-shaking force. She threw open her legs and rolled her eyes. Her orgasm welled up from the very depths of her female being and exploded in her mind with a maelstrom of mind-boggling sights and sounds.
As she gyrated wildly, thrusting her hips up and down in pagan delight, the image of the potent, virile youth etched its way into her mind's eye with the intensity of a super nova; she glanced up, and suddenly, she saw the face of the youth she had conjured up; yes, the image Lisa had used to work herself to heated orgasm was . . .
. . .her own son!
CHAPTER SIX
When Lisa returned to camp, Susan and Ron were standing outside of the camper, looking in the direction of the camper full of men.
Lisa set the bucketful of firewood down.
"What kept ya?" Ron asked, disguising any hint of the lewd act he had just performed with his mother's best friend.
"I had to go way into the forest," Lisa lied, "the other campers seemed to have picked up all the loose wood lying close to camp."
Suddenly one of the men from the giant motor-home camper came stumbling into Ron, Lisa, and Susan's camp. The man was partially bald, rough-looking, and unshaven. Susan felt uneasy as the man stood there, a beer can in his hand, a cigar in his mouth; the burley-looking man's eyes were firmly riveted on the flaring, blatant femininity of her pelvis, and during the entire time the man spoke to Lisa, Ron and Susan, he never took his eyes off of Susan's delicious swells.
"You girls need any help?" the man asked, his speech slightly slurred by a morning of heavy drinking.
Lisa, trying to be diplomatic, said:
"I think we've got everything under control, but thank you for being so kind."
A huge black man, wearing no shirt, his bulging, tight muscles shining in the sun, came from the motor home and approached the group. He caught Ron's uneasy stare and instantly there was an uneasy electricity pervading the group.
"Well, hello, ladies," the black man said. "My name's "Bull," this here's Fred. Would you care to join us for a beer or two this afternoon? That good 'ole brew sure makes the sun feel better."
"No thanks," Susan said, beginning to feel the uneasy pressure of the situation begin to build up.
"Aw, c'mon," Bull said, "just for a sip."
"We have other plans," Ron said, trying to command the situation.
The giant Bull caught the gaze of Ron. Ron recognized an instant fret of violence in the black man's eyes, and Ron decided to remain silent.
"As a matter-of-fact," Susan replied, "we were just leaving."
"That don't make too much sense!" Bull said, "You just got here."
"I know," Susan lied, "but you see, my friend Lisa here isn't feeling well and we've decided to go home."
"She looked pretty healthy when she was luggin' that wood up the path," Fred replied, still not taking his eyes off of Susan's curving hips.
Lisa realized that the men were aware that her and Susan were lying. She knew that continuing the conversation any further would result in a scene and a scene with these men was exactly what they didn't need.
"We'll be over in a little while," Lisa replied, "Just give us a few minutes to get cleaned up. We've got to run down to the store for a few things, and then we'll be right back. It shouldn't be any longer than an hour." She smiled invitingly into the dark, lusty eyes of Bull.
Lisa and Ron both realized, of course, that Susan was lying, was trying to make an excuse so that the three of them would have time to get away. There was a moment of uneasy, raw tension as the three of them waited for Bull or Fred to speak.
"Sound o.k. to you, Fred?" Bull asked.
"Yeah, I mean, after all, things worth waiting for are worth waiting for," he said, and suddenly stared greedily into Susan's eyes.
Susan almost winced as she eyed his tobacco-stained teeth and protruding beer-belly. The thought of such a bestial-looking man anywhere near her made her extremely nervous.
Fred grinned lewdly at the voluptuous young wife.
"O.K. ladies," Bull said, "see you in an hour." Lisa, Ron and Susan watched nervously as the two men walked back to their friend's camp. When the two men joined the other men, there was a brief session of huddled whispers, then suddenly the entire group burst forth with obscene, humiliating catcalls.
"Let's get out of here," Lisa said to Susan and Ron.
The three of them piled quickly in the cab of the camper.
As they pulled out, Lisa and Susan enthusiastically waved to the group of men who stared glaringly at them as they pulled out.
"Whew!" Susan said, as Lisa pulled onto the main road. "I thought we were stuck there for a minute!"
"Me too!" Lisa said.
'That was pretty quick thinking, Mom," Ron replied. What are we going to do now?"
Lisa realized that it would seem very strange if she suggested that they return home now. After all, as far as Susan and Ron were concerned the problem at hand had been eliminated; both of their suspicions might be aroused if she wanted to go home so soon.
"I think we should go on up the mountain," Lisa said, as smoothly as possible. "We'll go where we were going to go tomorrow night."
"Sounds fine," Susan said.
"Great!" Ron replied, "We'll be in a real wilderness up there!"
Indeed they would; Lisa was going to take them on a back road that very few people even knew existed.
"It'll take about five hours to get there," Ron said.
"If we drive straight through, we should be able to get there before nightfall," Lisa replied.
And so they began the winding, perilous journey up the back road of the rugged Catspaw Mountains. The road became rough and ragged, and the camper whirled up clouds of dust as it rocked from side to side.
"Can't see a thing out the rear window," Lisa replied, as she eyed the beige-colored billows of powdery earth flying in the air behind her. "That's not too important, though," she continued, "at least I've got a good view ahead."
The sun was already hidden in the deep valleys and sloping peaks of the monstrous, jagged rock. The foliage was becoming increasingly thick as it slapped and banged against the sides of the camper.
It was as if the three passengers in the cab were riding in a time machine, traveling back through the eons as they plunged headwards through the thick forest.
Four and a half hours of grueling driving and bumpy riding passed. The path (for it was much too narrow to be called a road) was barely wide enough for the camper to fit on.
"We're gettin' pretty close to the spot, ain't we, Mom?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Lisa replied. "I think it's just up here."
Lisa spied a rounded clearing in the road ahead and knew that she was close to the spot where she, her husband and her son had come many times to escape the clamoring roar of the city.
It was twilight now; the stars were beginning to appear with crystal clarity against the deep, rich blue of the evening sky.
Lisa pulled into a small dirt "cul-de-sac" and cut off the engine.
There was a look of absolute fear and shock on the faces of Ron, Lisa, and Susan as they heard the deep, powerful purring of another engine, a big engine.
As the dust cloud disappeared, Susan was appalled to see the rectangular form of the huge motor home coming into view.
Suddenly the leering, bulbous face of Fred emerged from the dust and peered into Lisa's window.
"Nice try, ladies," he said. "But that dust cloud your 'ole camper stirred up was a helluva trail and a helluva camouflage!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I wouldn't try to go anywhere, sister," Fred continued. "We've got you blocked in pretty good."
Lisa glanced over at the ominous form of the giant motor home blocking the road. Fred was right; they were hopelessly trapped.
"Why don't you ladies step out," he said. "I've got some friends of mine I'd like you to meet. You'll have to excuse their manners, though. You see, they're awful antsy 'cause they've been on the road for four and a half hours without a break." Suddenly Fred pushed the button of Lisa's door and helped her out. Before Susan had a chance to think, Bull was at her side of the cab, offering Susan the same "help" that Fred gave Lisa.
Bull saw Ron sitting in the front seat.
"You just be good, sonny boy, and you won't get hurt. Just follow us," Bull said.
"Don't you hurt him!" Lisa said as Fred brought her to the other side of the cab.
"So's he's yours, is he, lady?" Bull chortled.
"That's right!" Lisa said proudly.
"Very interesting," said Bull, "very interesting."
The two strong men "escorted" the two helpless wives to the gigantic motor home. Ron walked beside Bull, feeling very uneasy as the black man coldly stared at him. Fred opened the door and suddenly the threesome were inside an opulent, plush, leather and velvet environment.
The camper was decorated immaculately. A round, rich-looking water bed was in the center of the motor home, which could have passed for the pent-house apartment of a wealthy playboy.
Fred Stone and his friends were not wealthy playboys. Most of them were married men who had pooled their money together to buy this imagine piece of equipment. Fred and his friends had made arrangements with their wives that every year they could go on a week's vacation "with the boys" and the wives could go visit their mothers. It was an arrangement that worked out well, especially for the men.
Lisa nervously eyed the four other men beside Fred and Bull. She could hear heavy breathing and feel the uneasy pressure in the room as they stared right through her clothes!
The scene inside the motor home looked like something out of Dante s Inferno because of the weird, moody lighting. Hidden blue and red floodlights gave the room a hellish glow as if it were a remote torture chamber from the Spanish Inquisition.
The reality of the situation struck Lisa like a thunderclap; she, her son, and her best friend were utterly at the mercy of these men. They were miles from help, from civilization itself! No one would ever know what happened here!
Unthinkingly, Ron suddenly bolted for the door. He was grabbed by two men who tossed him into the gigantic arms of Bull. Bull glared at Ron with primal rage, then viciously punched him in the stomach.
Ron doubled over as if he had been shot with an elephant gun. His lungs, burned with the sudden sensation of having his breath knocked completely out of him and he sank painfully to the floor.
"Bastard!" Lisa yelled, and suddenly rushed the black giant.
Bull picked her up as though she were a doll and held her high over his head.
"You just relax, honey," he snorted, "or you'll get the same." He put her down. "Just stand over there and don't cause any trouble!"
Lisa walked ashamedly towards the slumped-over Ron and sat quietly beside him. She was quickly learning not to cross these sex-starved, desperate men.
"Come here, honey," Fred said to Susan. Susan didn't move.
Fred suddenly lunged towards her. He grabbed her in his burley, hairy arms, and struggled with her to the water bed.
"You go ahead and fight all you want, honey," Fred said. "I like it when they fight. It makes my cock harder!"
Susan winced as she heard this lewd remark. She had a lot of the fighter in her, but she wondered if she could keep off the liquor-crazed brute who stood above her on the bed.
She tried to get up, but Fred viciously slapped her pretty face and she wiggled in pain on the bed.
"You don't cooperate with old Fred," he sneered, "and they'll bury you out in the bushes!"
This threat jolted Susan to reality. Yes, they were going to work their lusts on her; there was no doubt about that! Any attempt to resist would just get her, Ron, and Lisa into more trouble. She clenched her teeth in firm resolve not to struggle anymore; it was useless.
Fred stood above her, his cold, bloated features highlighted in grisly relief in the bizarre, distorted lighting in the room. He could have been a sadist, greedily eyeing his victim, viciously plotting what horrors he would work on Susan's unprotected body.
He pulled her up to him, faced her away from him, and flung his tattooed, muscular arms around the tender melons of her girlish breasts. Susan smelled his liquor-stained breath as it billowed down her naked back and felt the forbidding lump in his pants as Fred ground his pelvis into the supple flesh of her rounded buttocks.
Fred felt his fast-hardening erection seated against the alluring cleavage of Susan's ass.
Although she was still wearing her snug-fitting jeans, it was as though she had nothing on at all, so tight was the fit.
"Oh yeah," Fred snorted, "I'm gonna love stickin' it to you!"
Lisa saw her friend held helpless by the cruelly grinning Fred. She wanted to help, regardless of the scene she had witnessed earlier today, for here was a situation over which Susan had absolutely no control!
Fred, licked the exposed, tan skin of Susan's back with his hot, thick tongue. His saliva quickly dried and left sticky, irritating white patches on her golden flesh.
He reached down to Susan's crotch with his calloused paw and salaciously pressed his palm against her pubic mound. He felt the fuzzy tuft of her pubic hairs beneath the tight-fitting jeans and laughed cruelly.
"Boy are we gonna have some fun!" he snorted.
What would these men do to her? Lisa fervently asked herself. What cruel, obscene thoughts were racing through their minds as they eyed her girlish, shapely body? Would she be able to survive? Would she "freak out" go crazy, have a nervous breakdown?
These fears were flung from Susan's mind as Fred violently and purposefully spun her around. He kissed her soulfully on her voluptuous warm mouth, burrowing his tongue hotly down her throat. Susan almost gagged from the breath of this lewd man; his breath stank of garlic and liquor.
Fred was becoming wildly aroused. He had not reckoned upon so fine a prize as the luscious, tan wife. He rudely zipped the flimsy garment of her bikini top from her breasts and exposed the ripe, fleshy melons of her nipple-peaked tits to full view.
There was audible gasps of awe and amazement from the men as they glared luridly at the crimson tips of her nipples and the fine-veined swells of her firm tits. It was as though they were gazing upon the eighth wonder of the world.
"Get a load of those knockers!" someone shouted. "I ain't never seen any like that no where!"
"Whewie!"
"Big as cantaloupe!"
"Like to suck those all night!"
"Love to plant my prick between 'em!" Susan had two weaknesses; one was that she was a born cocksucker, and two was that foul and lewd references to her own body stimulated her intensely. It was a bizarre quirk in her female personality that had been with her when she was a teenager. Try as she may to overcome this weakness, she could not. The sound of obscene references to her own body excited her tremendously, and at this very moment, she felt her cunt throbbing at the sound of the men's wicked utterances.
Fred's middle finger poked rudely into the shallow crater of Susan's navel and she pulled back in pain. Fred lewdly sneered at her.
"Don't you ever pull away from me, bitch!" he said, as he grabbed her by the shoulders. In one swift, deft move, Fred popped the buttons on Susan's hip-hugger cut-off jeans and unzipped her zipper, leaving exposed the whiteness of her soft panties. He slid his hand under the elastic band of her satiny underwear, and reached back with his free hand to roughly pull her cut-offs down the swelling curves of her buttocks. Susan's cut-offs fell loosely over her tan, curvaceous legs and covered her nude feet.
The stark contrast between Susan's nude dark, lusty skin and the virginal whiteness of her panties was intensely arousing to the group of liquor-laden men who glared at her menacingly in the dim light of the room.
Fred snorted and literally tore her panties from the feminish swells of her pelvis.
There was a moment of hushed silence as the men stood in true admiration of this perfect female specimen. She could have been a Spanish countess or a seductive gypsy girl, or an Egyptian enchantress. Her dark beauty definitely appealed to these crude, earthy men.
Suddenly Fred grabbed Susan by the sides of her soft, girlish pelvis. It was no problem for the unusually strong man to lift the wiggling girl into the air, as though he were a giant uprooting a tree. He held her high in the air for a few moments, her luscious body nakedly displayed for all the men to look at.
God! Lisa said to herself as she saw the shame and humiliation in her friend's eyes. It's like she was a piece of meat!
Fred crushed Susan flush against him, then he turned and twisted her delicious body so that suddenly Susan's thighs were salaciously straddled over his bulbous face and he had full and free access to the sweet-smelling fissure of her married pussy! Susan felt his hot, liquor-stained breath luridly trailing down the rubbery folds of her unprotected vagina, over the fleecy hairs of her cunt, and through the fleshy cleft of her firm, inverted buttocks. Fred now gripped her powerfully by the rich, swelling half moons of her asscheeks, his calloused fingers making crude, indentations on her girlish flesh. Fred breathed hard as his nostrils soaked in the pungent aroma of her genitals and her female scent caused his cock to throb with lust.
"How's it smell in there?" one of the men blurted out loudly.
"Like a goddamn rose!" Fred yelled. Susan felt the tight muscles in her belly constrict as Fred's hot, thick tongue made arousing contact with the pink, moist flesh of her unprotected pussy. Fred flattened his rough tongue lewdly against her ripe cuntal flesh and slowly laved its sandy surface against the rubbery folds of Susan's secret genitals. Fred felt the tensil muscles in Susan's buttocks buckle as his tongue struck a bull eye, and he knew, that somewhere inside this dark, beautiful girl dwelt a cock-hungry whore!
Yes, he was going to love fucking her. This one he would take his time with. He would work her over until she became a jiggling mass of molten flesh!
Fred's wicked tongue slid salaciously into the secret slit of Susan's pubic vee, and a long, gushing gasp of breath issued hotly from the naked wife's lungs.
Fred's stiffened forefinger came to rest on the puckered ring of Susan's pinkish anus. He probed rudely at her anal sphincter, then punishingly thrust his long, hard finger into the clasping sheath of her rectum!
"Ow!" Susan yelled.
"You go ahead and scream all you want, honey," Fred said. "I love it when they scream."
She felt his calloused finger buried in her anus and his long, untrimmed fingernail stabbed at the sensitive, rubbery skin of her private orifice.
Fred suddenly turned his attention to the inviting vee of Susan's crotch and burrowed his tongue hotly into the fleecy hairs of her pubis until it struck home . . . the pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris!
"Ungg!" Susan moaned, her long luxuriant hair touching the floor, and the melonish mounds of her womanish tits crushed rudely against the burly form of Fred.
Fred's tongue quiveringly encircled the nerve naked node of Susan's shining clitoris as his finger began moving slowly in and out of her naked asshole. The burning pain caused by Fred's invading digit was neutralized by the tingling spasms shooting through the heated belly of the hapless wife. Susan knew that sooner or later she would give in to this wanton assault on her body's most discrete openings. She could feel the walls of her tight little pussy throbbing in pagan response to the exquisite lavings of Fred's slithering tongue.
Susan was fighting her impulses desperately, trying to maintain her dignity in front of these strange men and Lisa and Ron, but Susan was losing the battle; her mind was no match for the animalish urgings of her own womanly body! Her nakedly-displayed asscheeks quivered convulsively as Fred's tongue lasciviously worried and teased the warm pinkness of her hair-fringed cunt.
Lisa was amazed to see Susan's taut, firm thighs hollow and swell as Susan began to grind her heated pelvis salaciously against Fred's face in a slow, undulating rhythm.
Susan knew she was losing the battle as she felt her own love-juices oozing through the liquid shaft of her cunt.
"Look at that 'lil ass shake!" A rough voice bellowed.
This obscene remark sent a shiver of true arousal pulsing deeply through the liquid heat of Susan's unguarded pussy, and the tiny, puckered mouth of her violated rectum quiveringly encircled Fred's moist, burrowing finger.
"Goddamn! Jesus Fucking Christ!" Susan yelled. "That's it, fuck my cunt, please, oh . . . your finger in my ass, feels so hot.. . so . . . so . . . GOOD!"
Lisa was amazed and aghast to hear these lurid utterances escape from the mouth of her friend. Lisa suddenly wondered if she herself would break down and perform like a prick-crazed slut before all of these men and her own sow! But, no, she told herself, she was strong, she could control her emotions. She would not let these liquor-sodden sex-fiends affect her in such a manner. She would fight them, fight them all the way!
Susan had broken into a steady, forceful rhythm, her thighs rode Fred's face with spasming, frantic convulsions as she closed her eyes and continued to utter foul and obscene words.
Suddenly, Fred withdrew his tongue from the quivering slit between Susan's married loins.
"Got you all primed up," he said to Susan . . .
. . . now it's time for some real action!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan's cunt screamed for relief! She had been well on her way to a quaking, explosive orgasm and now the lingual stimulation between her naked thighs had been removed!
She was on her feet, standing before Fred. She watched as Fred slowly removed his beer-stained sweat-shirt, exposing the matted hairs of his powerfully built chest. Fred's hair was a light auburn, and his nose was broken in two places. Fred unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, then worked his boxer shorts down over his thick, hairy
Susan was jolted to cruel actuality and almost trembled in physical fear as she fearfully eyed the gigantic, long, thick cock hanging obscenely beneath Fred's paunchy beer belly. Fred's cock was frightening in its uncircumcised hugeness.
Susan had never seen anything like it; Fred's cock was so big, so threatening, that it looked like it belonged on a bull!
Lida saw the look of shock on Susan's face, and she instantly found Susan's reason for fear; Fred's cock was almost as big around as a fist and as long as a billy club! At this moment, Lisa felt true fear and pain for her friend; but there was not a thing she could do about it!
Susan screamed mentally. It'll kill me! I'll die! she told herself, as she considered the reality of Fred's cudgeling pole tearing into the nerve-lined flesh of her married pussy.
Fred suddenly approached her.
"Now, bitch," he said, lewdly eyeing her voluptuous curves, "I'm going to show you what a real man is like!"
With that last remark, he savagely stepped behind the helpless wife, grabbed her by the arms, and forced her to her knees. He knelt behind her and encircled her tiny waist with his huge, pawy hands.
"Get on your hands on the floor, sweetie!" Fred demanded. "You're gonna have to hold on for your sweet little life when I shove my big cock up your tight little cunt!"
Susan didn't move.
"G'wan!" Fred yelled, the saliva shooting from his mouth and landing on Susan's dainty shoulders as he savagely shoved his ponderous weight against her, knocking her to her shoulders, and pushing the breath from her lungs.
"You don't ever not do what 'ole Fred tells you to! Got that!"
"Y . . . Ye . . . Yes." Susan whispered, trying to catch her breath.
Fred suddenly eyed the delicious, ripe, nether flesh of Susan's nakedly displayed backside. He grinned maliciously as he roughly parted the firm half moons of her unprotected buttocks. He peeled back the flesh covering of his meaty, awesome prick, and rested the spongy head of his full, heated erection against the private entrance to Susan's unprotected, married pussy.
Good God! Lisa thought to herself. That brute! He's going to screw her like a dog! He's going to fuck her from the rear!
Susan felt Fred's awesome prick head quiver ominously as he prepared to enter her.
Yes Fred was going to love spearing the insides of Susan's belly with his monstrous, blood-filled prick! He would go slow with this one, milk every second of forbidden ravisliment from her lithe, curvaceous body!
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, the mushroom-shaped, blood-thickened cock head of Fred parted the pink, raw, cunt-lips of Susan's crotch and inexorably began its pain-rendering entrance into the unguarded heat of Susan's pussy. Fred's awesome prick was only one-fourth of the way in her, when Susan bolted suddenly in a thwarted attempt to escape, two men were instantly up and holding her, the tip of Fred's bulbous cock was still lewdly embedded in the cleft of her married cunt!
"Just walk her right back this way!" Fred told the two men. As the men forced her backwards, Susan screamed, "Unmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph! Arrr-ggh! Ugnnnnfh! Dear God!"
It was as though some one was shoving a log-pole up her pussy. She could almost hear her own cuntal flesh being ripped and torn as Fred's cock cruelly stretched the walls of her bruised cunt to mind-scorching capacity. The hapless wife tried to wiggle free, but she was trapped . . . speared . . . impaled . . . like a pig on a pike!
All of the men's mouths popped open as they gazed in astonisliment at the lurid spectacle of the dark, gorgeous wife, wildly jiggling her hips and stretching every muscle in her vernal, shapely body in a futile attempt to escape the painfully slow entrance of Fred's awesome prick into the liquid heat of her cunt.
Susan felt as though her insides were going to come shooting out of her mouth. She felt her entire belly being cock-filled, she felt the raw, blood-lined nerves of her cunt being squeezed and pinched as Fred torturously embedded his turgid thickness into the abused shaft of her vagina.
Fred grabbed the tender handles of Susan's supple hip-flesh and helped the man impale her on his tearing cock. He looked down triumphantly at his half-embedded thickness, the dark purplish rings buried crudely in the nakedly-splayed flesh of the hapless Susan. He reached around the front of the helpless wife, taking her deep-red, firm nipples between each of his thumb and forefingers, then roughly pinched and mauled the distended tips of her luscious breast-flesh.
"Ow! Ow!" Susan screamed, the sudden pain causing her sweating body to buckle and lunge backwards.
"Goddamn! It's so.. . ow! big!" she yelled, as her backward thrust suddenly shoved the throbbing entirety of Fred's turbid cock into the musky darkness of her abused, raw cunt.
Susan's head throbbed and tears of pain welled up in her eyes. She gazed up at the leering, lust-bloated faces of the two men holding her and knew that she was utterly at the mercy of her heartless captors.
Ron had regained his breath and his eyes had gone to rest on the wanton spectacle of the completely dominated wife with a prick the size of a club embedded hotly between her legs. Despite the fact that Susan was in obvious pain, Ron could not help feeling a surge of arousal as he surveyed Susan's luscious lithe body and watched it buck and wiggle under the pagan assault pf Fred's meaty prick. Ron was actually feeling a twinge of jealousy as he watched Fred stiffen his hips and slowly rock his pelvis to and fro. After all, Ron had not gotten the chance to shove his prick into the clasping heat of Susan's delicious cunt and he somehow felt cheated at the fact that someone else had beaten him to the punch! His balls were beginning to throb with lust and he wished that somehow he could find a twat and ram his stiff-dicked erection to the alluring moistness of its nether sheath!
Fred slowly began a backstroke, torturously pulling backwards with his meaty thickness, holding the rounded swells of Susan's asscheeks tightly with his calloused hands, and pulling the cock-filled walls of Susan's cunt to their dilated, stretching limits.
"Oh God! Oh God! It's killing me!" Susan yelled as Fred inched backward with his cudgeling pole, its purplish immensity hollowing out the insides of Susan's pushing twat and pulling out the pink, raw flesh of her pussy as it quiveringly encased his throbbing, meaty erection.
Fred chortled salaciously.
He stood in the surreal lighting of the room, his blood-filled cock three quarters of the way out of Susan's violated vagina, the ragged, pink folds of her cunt wrapped tightly around the diamond-hard thickness of his lewd swollen shaft; he could almost see the blood flowing beneath the thin, raw covering of her exposed cuntal-flesh.
Susan felt a nerve-racking moment of tension as Fred stood motionless. She knew that he was plotting some wickedness; she could almost hear his cruel mind thinking out loud.
"Unnnnnmphgmmmm! God, Oh!" Susan moaned and wailed as Fred shoved the full masculine power of his body punishingly into her own, thrusting his swollen prick into the bruised heat of her vagina with one savage, deep-skewering stroke. His cock bumped gaggily into the private recesses of her married pussy, and Susan felt as though an atomic explosion was taking place inside her prick-filled belly as fiery bolts of pain riveted her entire being!
Tour little cunt feels like a goddamn vise!" Fred shouted as he breathed hotly down Susan's delicious shoulders.
"Your cock is so big in me!" she screamed.
"You know you love it, bitch!" Fred replied, his raspy voice cutting the warm air in the room full of sex-starved men.
Fred suddenly pulled his deeply imbedded, stiff-dicked erection slowly back, then reversed his motion, delivering a deep-skewering cock-thrust as Susan's bruised pussy-walls quiveringly encircled the cudgel-like heaviness of his prick. Again and again Fred thrust, then withdrew, building up a sensuous, repetitive rhythm as the naked wife began to sweat and grip the thick fuck carpet tightly between her hands in order to maintain her balance. Fred watched triumphantly as the rubbery pinkness of her rectum peeked shamefully through the deep, fleshy cleavage of her nakedly-split buttocks as his stiff penis slithered relentlessly into her belly.
"Ah . . . Oh . . . Ah . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Ah . . . " Susan panted hotly, in time to Fred's powerfully thrusting assaults on her unguarded pussy.
Susan's initial humiliation of being fucked like a dog in front of these men was soon being replaced by an insistent, growing heat growing between her loins.
Fred's monstrous prick was so tightly rooted within the walls of her battered pussy that Susan could actually feel the huge veins on his blood-engorged member as they cut grooves into the rubbery, warm flesh of her cunt. Her firm proud tits jiggled obscenely in lewd time to the constant pummeling of Fred's burrowing cock, and droplets of sweat from Susan's own overworked body trailed hotly down the curving swells of her flawless breasts and dripped onto the rich fuck carpet.
As Lisa watched her friend being worked in animalish frenzy by the powerful, snorting Fred, Lisa realized that soon her own time would come and she too would be at the mercy of these men as they worked their wild lusts on her!
Fred's prick was making lurid gurgling sounds as it continued to cut a lust-gorged path through the tight little pussy of the helpless Susan. There was an obscene "slap!" as Fred's semen-bloated balls flung against the warm pinkness of her crotch with each forward thrust of his powerful pelvis.
Suddenly, Lisa noticed that Susan's eyes were tightly shut and a sound, a sound of acknowledged pleasure was humming deep in Susan's throat!
"Ummmmmmm!" Susan moaned, softly.
Then it happened!
Fred's cock was on the back-thrust; his purplish, throbbing pole was drawn almost completely out of Susan's abused pussy, the welted skin of her fleshy cunt obscenely wrapped around Fred's pulsing cock-head. Before Fred could thrust his nude cock back into the quivering walls of her young cunt, Susan obscenely wiggled the entirety of her heated pelvis onto the steely pole of Fred's gigantic uncircumcised erection!
There was a noticeable gasp of acknowledgement from the group of men as their collective minds examined the evidence before them; Susan's body was betraying her!
Susan realized what had occurred and her mind told her to resist! But her mind was no match for the animalish demands of her body as she salaciously repeated her thigh-gyrating performance, then seductively made insinuating, circular motions with her naked ass.
Susan was fast approaching the breaking point; the fine line between conscious control and animalish frenzy, and the fast-fading remnants of her morality were rapidly dissolving as Fred, driven to heated lust by the voluntary movements of her heated pelvis.
"That's it, honey!" he snorted, driving his ravaging prick to the nether limits of Susan's womb, "Give 'ole Fred a real good fucking! I want to burn a hole in your cunt!"
Susan, stirred to obscene arousal by the utterance of these lewd remarks, worked her prick-filled loins rapidly to and fro, hotly massaging the entirety of Fred's stiffened member. The faster she worked, the thicker Fred's cock became, and the deeper it skewered into her lust-bloated belly. Susan felt her own love-juices wantonly bathing the turgid thickness of Fred's prick to insure that her vaginal shaft was sufficiently lubricated to allow the full, delicious length of Fred's prick to slither wantonly in and out of her throbbing pussy.
Susan felt the muscles in her stomach ripple with delight as Fred's prick slashed along the depths of her battered pussy.
She felt a faint fear as her head tingled with anticipation of a full, animalish orgasm; what if these men discovered her secret? What if they discovered that once the blood-filled cock of a potent, powerful male was immeasurably imbedded in her cunt, that she became a prick-hungry whore, and that it would take all of the dicks of these men to satisfy her?
"Uhmmmm!" she moaned, as the delicious deep-skewering thrusts of Fred's immense member knocked all fear from her brain and replaced it with one raw, demanding emotion-pagan desire.
"Hey!" Fred shouted. "One of you guys step up here and get it on this action. This little slut's as hoi as a forest fire!"
A trim, solidly built, dark-haired youth, above twenty-five stepped from the shadows. He had a week-old beard, and his dark, swarthy features gave him a lewd, uncouth appearance.
"Hey, Sammy," Fred said, "Make her suck it while I fuck her!"
Susan had impaled her so hotly on Fred's member, that she didn't even hear the conversation. Sammy quickly unbuttoned his pants, removed his shirt, then worked his jockey shorts down over his long, hairy legs, leaving exposed his fast-hardening, long, thick cock.
Susan's eyes were still closed when Sammy stepped up to her mouth. She suddenly felt the warm, rubbery shaft of Sammy's thick cock-head nudging insistently at her lips. She opened her eyes and stared into a mass of thick, curly black, male pubic hairs.
"Suck it, bitch!" Sammy commanded, cruelly grabbing her by the ears. "And I want you to look at me! I want to see your face when I fill your mouth full of cum!"
Sammy twisted her ears tightly.
"O.K., O.K., " Susan yelped. "I'll do anything you want, but please, please don't hurt me!"
"That's it, whore," Sammy said. "You just suck the cum out of my prick and we'll get along fine!"
Susan wiggled her tongue invitingly in the air; it brushed the mushroom-shaped cock-head of Sammy's prick and Sammy's entire cock suddenly stiffened in a strong, convulsing spasm of arousal. Susan's tiny, agile tongue quickly teased the sensitive nerves in the V of Sammy's shaft and his prick sprang to full heated erection!
Slowly, Sammy inched forward as Susan's wet, moist lips parted to encase the purplish cap of his awesome prick. The juices inside her mouth were warm and viscous, not unlike the delicious, dark moistness of a vagina.
Fred continued his deep-skewering assault from the rear, scorching her throbbing pussy to pulsating ecstasy as his buttocks clenched and unclenched in lewd, jerking thrusts. The burning nerves in Susan's cunt were sizzling with desire and the pungent taste of Sammy's naked prick heated her mind to wild, insatiable frenzy. She took one hand off the floor and frenetically caressed Sammy's hairy, tense legs, her wildly, dangling sacs of his hairy scrotum.
Sammy gazed down at the half-embedded thickness of his prick as it was tantalizingly encased between Susan's quivering, hot lips. She was staring directly into his eyes.
"That's it, whore," Sammy said. "You just keep looking up here, cause you're gonna have a shock when I shoot my cum into you!"
Susan's eyelids fluttered as Fred continued to tear into her soft pussy-flesh and she strained to keep from closing her eyes in animalish pleasure for fear Sammy would become enraged and cause her bodily harm. Yes, she had to keep her eyes firmly rooted on him; on his face as it leered lewdly in the dim light, on his chest as it heaved with the wicked sensations her own tongue was delivering to the fiery nerves of his prick as it burrowed deeper into the violated cavity of her mouth.
Susan felt Sammy's gagging immensity filling her throat, stopping-up her breathing cavity and forcing her to breathe through her nose! Sammy felt the heated breath of Susan as it steamed hotly from her nostrils and trailed down his fully aroused pubis.
Susan was becoming fascinated as Sammy's swelling cock occupied more and more of her mouth. She could feel its rubbery ridges as Sammy's stiff-dicked erection bumped gaggily over her tongue. As Sammy's hairy buttocks began a gliding, deep-thrusting rhythm which sent his naked prick deeper into Susan's throat, Susan smelled the rich, pungent odor emanating from his pubic hairs as his heated pelvis thrust powerfully against her face. Sammy felt his bloated testicles swell with semen as Susan began hotly circling the throbbing cap of his cock with the end of her tongue.
"Yeah, that's it, baby!! " Sammy moaned. "Hey, you're a born cocksucker if I've ever seen one!"
Fred suddenly began humping Susan so fast from the rear that his pelvis was a heated blur! Susan, stirred to unabashed, wanton arousal by this new assault on her unguarded pussy, powerfully clenched her buttocks together in a lewd attempt to answer every one of his punishing, deep-skewering cock-thrusts with a delicious lunge of her own married loins!
Lisa watched the scene in astonisliment. Here was her voluptuous friend, kneeling in a posture of abject submission and shame as the two men, stirred to heights of obscene passion by the dark, lithe body of Susan, hotly worked their lusts on her.
Susan's tits were being bounced so violently by the rampant cock-thrusts of the two men, that the only part of her naked young breasts which could be seen was the blurred, red caps of her distended nipples as they whirled round and round like pinwheels in a fireworks display!
As Sammy increased the punishing thrusts to Susan's cock-filled mouth, Fred increased his violent pelvic lunges to such a degree that every inch of Susan's skin tingled with the lewd abuses of being completely battered by the two relentlessly pounding cocks! Susan was working wildly now, working wildly to meet the incessant demands of the twin cocks, and working wildly to keep her balance as the two men rocked their heated body in pagan rhythm to their twin lusts!
Lisa was amazed that her friend could physically witlistand the wanton treatment she was undergoing and Lisa felt a trembling dread as her own time approached for an obscene performance with these men.
Susan's performance with Fred and Sammy did not help Lisa's predicament; the cock of every man in the room was throbbing with bestial lust as Susan's obscene wiggling, gyrations and cock-sucking stirred the fire in their loins. Lisa knew that each of them would soon turn to her and would try to empty the sizzling contents of their dicks into her unprotected, married belly!
Susan's cheeks hollowed and ovaled as she sucked and pulled on Sammy's red-veined prick. Suddenly, Susan felt the tell-tale traces of Sammy's hot jism oozing ominously from the tiny slit in the end of his cock and she knew that her mouth would soon be full of his hot cum.
Susan suddenly took her hands off the floor and wildly clasped Sammy's rapidly clenching buttocks. She wildly massaged the taut, tight muscles in his loins and pressed the entirety of his pelvis lewdly against her nose and throat. The hairy sacs of his balls hung luridly down her chin as she kept her dark brown eyes steadily locked on Sammy's.
"That's it, cunt just keep lookin' at me," Sammy said, "cause I'm gonna . . . "
"ArrggHHHHH!" he moaned. As he felt the sizzling steam of his cum firing hotly along the throbbing vein of his cock.
It was at this moment that Susan performed an act which startled the roomful of men and sent Sammy into an animalish frenzy of unbridled lust; before Sammy's cum could burst from his cock-head, Susan pinched the base of his turgid shaft deftly between her thumb and forefinger, stopping the pulsing river of his cum dead in its tracks!
"Jesus Christ! Aggh!" Sammy bellowed, his voice thick with lust, as though the wind had been knocked out of him, "This bitch is one hell of a cocksucker!"
Susan felt a surge of shamed ecstasy through her battered pussy as Sammy, stirred to inexorable, insatiable frenzy cruelly battered her wildly working mouth in an effort to free the stopped-up deluge of his cum trapped in the pummeling shaft of his gurgling, meaty erection. Susan's lips felt as though they were on fire as Sammy's cock built up a burning friction over her bruised lips. She knew that she would not be able to stop the flood of his jism again, so rapid and wild were his cock-thrusts.
Rapidly, Sammy's bubbling molten cum pulsed down the unobstructed path of his cock with the pulsing intensity of a flash flood. He felt his knees buckle as the tiny mouth of the cap of his prick burst open and shuddered in spasming convulsions of frenetic lust, flooding the inside of Susan's belly with gushing, viscous streams of hot, seething cum.
Susan was true to her word; she did not close her eyes but kept them steadily locked on Sammy's, she saw the maligned look of triumph on his face as he sneered down at her in complete domination!
Yes, she kept her eyes locked on his as she gulped down the fiery contents of his semen-spurting prick, as she flattened her tongue against the base of her mouth to keep from choking, as the insides of her married belly boiled with Sammy's sloshing, white-heat!
"Yeah!" Sammy snorted as he worked his pelvis hotly over Susan's pretty face, "you're the best cock-sucker I've ever had!"
It seemed like there was no end to the pulsing cum in Sammy's prick as it bubbled lewdly around the purplish swollen sides of his embedded shaft and coated Susan's soft lips with a white, sticky layer of Sammy's lava-like jism.
When Sammy had finally emptied every hot thick ounce of his semen into Susan's heated belly, his fast-deflating cock plopped flaccidly from Susan's lips and he stepped slowly back into the shadows.
Susan could not help but lick the last remnants of Sammy's lust from her lips with her tongue as she relished the pungent, biting taste of his cum.
The pummeling, piston-like thrusts of Fred, snorting behind her like a mad bull, shook Susan to reality as she struggled to match the incessant, punishing lunges of his wild pelvis.
The sight of the delicious young wife sucking Sammy's prick to orgasmic explosion had caused Fred to redouble his efforts to ravish Susan's unguarded pussy to uncontrollable climax. The room thundered with the gargantuan humping of Fred and Susan as Fred's sweat dripped onto Susan's naked back and blended with her own body's heated juices.
Susan was a wild animal now; if an atomic bomb would have exploded, she would have continued riding Fred's turgid prick as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered!
"That's it!" she yelled unashamedly. "Fuck me! Please fuck me! I want to cum! Oh, dear God! I need to cum!"
"I'll fill your 'lil cunt so full of cum, you'll drown!" bellowed Fred as he stuck his calloused thumbs roughly inside the soft nether flesh of her asscheeks.
Susan almost screamed as her legs buckled and the air shot from her lungs with the heated velocity of a cannon ball. The muscles in her married belly clenched tightly together and she felt the walls in her pussy throb wildly as an uncontrollable, electric tingle of her fast-approaching orgasm rippled from her womb and pulsed deliciously through her entire being.
The air was ripe with the scent of raw lust as the hopelessly impaled wife shouted obscenities and screamed out the throbbing, forbidden delights of her own wicked orgasm.
"I LOVE IT! STICK IT UP MY BELLY!" Susan moaned as the men watched in fascination and awe.
There was an atomic rush of psychedelic sound and surreal color in Susan's lust-filled brain, then the frenetic throes of her orgasm swallowed up her very being and flung her to the outermost reaches of insatiable lust!
"My God! You've done it! Sonofabitch! I'M CUMMING! ARRGH!" she yelled as her ass worked so rapidly over Fred's cock that the temperature in the room rose!
Susan's ass wiggled. Her thighs hollowed and tightened. Her tits danced like obscene puppets in the weird light as her long worked-for climax took her to the dark limits of animalish frenzy!
Fred could no longer restrain himself, the mouth of Susan's exploding cunt had massaged the head of his blood-filled prick to bursting fullness and suddenly he almost doubled over as the head of his prick spewed forth its heated jism into the nether depths of Susan's battered pussy.
Susan felt the gushing river of Fred's cum wash over the throbbing walls of her cunt like a tidal wave and burst through her married womb with the unbridled power of a steaming geyser!
"Christ! Fuck! Shit!" she yelped as Fred's cock sliced through her pussy with the accuracy of a pirate's cutlass.
Again and again the wildly flowering lips of her vibrating pussy closed around Fred's semen-spurting cock like a Venus fly-trap and again and again bubbling contents of his prick filled her belly to bursting fullness.
When it was finally over Susan lay exhausted and sweating on the floor after Fred's limp prick had slithered lewdly from the recesses of her conquered pussy. The nude wife, snapped back to reality by the sudden recognition of the men in the room, crawled painfully to a corner of the room and hid ashamedly in the shadows.
Lisa trembled convulsively as she realized her time had finally come. She could feel the heated stare of all the men's eyes on her. Her being quivered with true fear as the black, threatening form of Bull strode to the center of the room.
"Now," Bull said, "It's your turn, Blondie!"
CHAPTER NINE
Ron suddenly rushed the solid form of Bull in a futile attempt to knock over the gargantuan black man and try to escape to his camper and get a shotgun which was hidden in the back of the cab.
Bull swung hard and accurately, flooring the wild youth and knocking the air from his lungs.
"Shit man!" Bull said. "I thought I tol' you to behave yourself!"
Ron could not speak; he could not hardly breathe!
"I'm gonna have to teach you a real lesson, you dirty little son-of-a-bitch!" Bull snorted, standing in a blind rage over the cowering youth.
"You're gonna have to learn that of Bull means what he says!"
Indeed, the men in the room knew that Bull was a force to be reckoned with, that he always got what he wanted and that no one but no one messed with him.
There was a moment of uneasy tension in the room as Bull stood there, malign and quiet, silently plotting cruel and humiliating fate for Lisa and her son.
Suddenly, Bull's eyes lit up with evil intensity and a cutting, leering grin covered his face. Yes, he had decided how he would teach this punk kid a lesson; his intentions were so sadistic, so wantonly humiliating that Lisa would have bolted for the door if she knew the wicked plan the demented Bull had in store for her and her son!
"Come here, you goddamn bitch!" Bull demanded of Lisa.
Lisa did not move.
"Bring the cunt over here," Bull commanded, and two men cruelly grabbed her by her arms and shoved her flush against the rocklike body of the tightly muscled Bull.
Lisa looked slowly up and stared, tears in her eyes, at the ghoulish face of the black man, his eyes aglow with rage.
Bull glared menacingly at Lisa.
"Let's get these goddamn clothes offa you!" he snorted, and suddenly ripped her plaid blouse from her soft feminine body. Lisa shivered with naked humiliation and shame as her own son stared at her ivory-like skin and lithe, shapely curves.
"Wowie!" one of the men said, "lookie that!" one of the men rudely yelled as he guzzled whiskey straight from the bottle.
Bull's dark savage eyes silently raped the exposed body of Lisa. He studied her creamy skin, the luxuriant tassels of her golden hair, the ripe, rounded swells of her flawless breasts as they bulged alluringly behind the snowy whiteness of her brassiere. The voluptuous young wife resembled the finest of Greek statues, hewn from the choicest marble. There was a stark, powerful contrast between the dark, muscular Bull, as he stood there like a grim sadist, the flesh bulging from his tight-fitting tee-shirt, and the vulnerable, helpless form of Lisa, with her lily-white skin and fair delicately chiseled features.
Bull suddenly grabbed Lisa's waist with his black, strong hand and salaciously poked his finger into the shallow crater of her unguarded navel. He raised his finger to his lips and hungrily licked at it, like a child greedily sucking a lollipop.
"Umm!" Bull said. "That sure is sweet!"
Lisa was thoroughly embarrassed by this wanton, shameful display and she looked down at the floor in humiliation.
Bull, enraged that Lisa had turned away from him, suddenly grabbed her by the chin and riveted her gaze to his.
"Don't you ever look away from ol' Bull unless he tells you to!" he said, painfully pinching her soft flesh and forcing new tears to flood her pretty eyes.
It was at this moment that Lisa realized the life and death gravity of the situation; this was not merely a group of men out for "a good time," but a bunch of sex-starved sadists who would do anything for amusement, and would perform any violence necessary to guarantee their amusement! Lisa knew that the fate of her son and her friend rested in her hands; that their lives depended solely on Lisa's ability to please these men. No matter what bestial acts of wanton depravity they demanded of her, she must go through the motions. It obviously was do or die!
Bull suddenly bent down and kissed Lisa ravenously on the mouth. His hot, snaking tongue burrowed into the moist fissure of her mouth with lurid voracity and Lisa trembled as his hot breath steamed from his flaring nostrils onto her pretty face. His huge hand hotly caressed her white, hapless body and suddenly darted underneath the flimsy protection of her bra, his huge paw wildly mauling the delicious mound of her right breast. "Ow! It hurts!" Lisa protested, breaking his kiss.
This only enraged the savage Bull. He quickly reached behind her with his free hand and ripped her bra free and clear from her torso, leaving the trapped wife and mother naked to the waist!
Bull backed slowly away to behold his handiwork; God! was this girl gorgeous! This was a situation Bull had always dreamed of; to have a white woman at his mercy and be able to do anything he wanted with her! And would he show these people what he was capable of! He would so thoroughly humiliate this white bitch that she would never be able to look anyone in the face again!
Bull suddenly turned his attention to Ron, who lay still and silent on the floor.
"Get up, punk!" Bull commanded.
Ron, used to the uncontrollable violence of Bull, did not argue. He rose to his feet.
"Take your goddamn clothes off!" Bull demanded.
"Wh . . . what?" Ron asked, incredulously.
"Shit man, I gave you an order. Are you gonna do what I say?"
Bull looked over at one of the men.
"Arne," Bull said, "bring me your baseball bat!"
Within seconds, Bull was holding a solid, thick ball bat between his huge hands, ready to strike in the direction of Ron. "Now you get those clothes off," Bull yelled. "Or I'm gonna splatter your head all over the room!"
Ron knew that Bull was not joking, and Ron slowly removed his clothes, leaving exposed his athletic, trim body.
Lisa could not believe all this was really happening as she stared at the naked, manly body of her son. Her mind was turning numb, as if one had just witnessed a grisly automobile accident, and shock was taking over to protect her from becoming a raving psychotic.
Bull savagely grasped one of Lisa's firm, tight breasts in his huge paw and dangled it before Ron, as if he were offering a dog a bone.
"Suck it man!" Bull commanded.
Lisa screamed mentally. What a cruel and evil plan! Good God! Was this going to be the brutal
Bull's wicked plan for her humiliation. Was he going to make her fuck her own son!
Lisa and Ron did not move.
There was a moment of brief, non-verbal communication between Lisa and her son as they both quietly acknowledged the utter futility of the situation. Their lives were at stake! Any resistance on their parts would result in death!
Ron slowly, painfully leaned toward the round, melonish form of his mother's breast. As he drew closer to it, he could see the delicate blue veins lurking beneath the gauzelike translucency of her exquisite, forbidden flesh. As Ron's lips slowly closed around the pinkish orb of his mother's nakedly preferred nipple, Lisa emitted a sigh of utter humiliation.
The men in the room were quiet; none of them had ever witnessed an act so lewd and wild as this, and awestruck silence was their only reaction.
Suddenly, a frantic, thin nervous man burst from the cabin door of the gigantic motor home, breaking the silence in the room.
"Hey, Bull," the man said, "you know that guy you beat up in the bar a few hours ago? His wife called the cops! I've been listening to the C.B. scanner. They're looking all over the place for us!"
Bull momentarily interrupted his lewd entertainment to think back to a few hours ago when he had lost a pool game to one of the backwoods residents of this rural community. Bull was not a good loser, and he had hit the unfortunate farmer with all of the primal force in his gargantuan body.
"Shit," Bull said. "Don't worry about it! Ain't no one gonna find us here!"
"I don't know, Bull," the nervous man replied. "These backwoods farmers are pretty smart, who knows what they're up to!"
Bull knew he must take command or the men would panic and his wicked plans for the hapless wife and her son would be spoiled.
"Can it, I said!" Bull bellowed, brandishing his baseball bat, and daring any man there to stand up and defy him! He knew that no one would cross him, and even if they all ganged up on him, he would plaster at least three of them before they got him. Bull's reign was thus assured.
"Get going!" Bull said, turning back to Ron who had paused momentarily to listen to the conversation.
"Suck that titty!" Bull commanded.
Ron felt his mother's delectable breast flesh hotly embedded between his lips and could not help but marvel at the young tight feel of her naked flesh.
Lisa gazed shamedly down as she watched her own son, stripped completely naked quiveringly encircle the end of her gorgeous tit!
As Ron slowly worried the delicate knob of her breast with his tongue, a dim, ghostly thought flittered through the ethereal strands of Lisa's consciousness. Her thoughts suddenly flashed on the image of her son she had beheld earlier in the day as he had face-fucked Susan to animalish frenzy. She recalled her conscious admiration of his manly, developed body and her brief twinge of jealousy as she had watched Ron fill Susan's belly to bursting fullness with his virile, long prick.
Somewhere, Lisa had heard of a theory, a theory that basically said that you could make a thing happen by thinking about it and wishing it long enough. Was there the slightest possibility that there existed a side of her which actually wanted this to occur, a side of her which went beyond fantasy, a side of her which lusted for the lurid reality of her own son's glistening erection hotly between her married loins?
Lisa trembled as she considered the possibilities of the side of her had never bothered to explore; the dark, bestial, cock-crazy side of her nature!
"You better do a good job on your old lady, kid, cause if you stop, or if I'm not "pleased with your performance" I'm gonna let loose on you with this bat!" Bull said.
Ron heard the malevolent threats of Bull and did not stop his lingual assault on his own mother's melonish breast; he knew that if he so much as paused for breath that Bull would prove good his own threats!
Lisa shuddered as Ron's hand slowly encircled the small of her back and massaged her delicate, naked flesh.
"Get into it, whore!" Bull demanded of Lisa.
Lisa, urged into futile submission by the beastlike actions of Bull, did as he commanded; she ran her fingers through Ron's hair and pressed his mouth hotly against the ripe swell of her breast and her tit flattened lewdly against her curving torso.
"That's it," Bull said. "You're learning!"
God, Lisa asked herself. How far would she have to go? What wanton acts of depravity would she be forced to perform with her own son?
Suddenly Ron took the sensitive, throbbing flesh of his mother's breast between his teeth and tantalizingly rolled the firm rubbery cap of her nipple between the tickling pillars of his teeth and arousingly rubbed the pink end of her melonish tit with the rough, grating surface of his tongue.
A tingle of forbidden stimulation rippled through the womanish body of Lisa as she consciously fought to deny the pleasure her son was giving her with his lingual lavings. Ron felt a tell-tale shudder pass through his mother's body and he was startled by the fact that his own mother was responding to his attention to her breast!
Good God! thought Lisa. This can't be happening! It's an act! I'm doing it subconsciously to protect myself! I can't be feeling these things! I can't be!
Lisa's body was not listening to the harsh strictures of her Puritanical conscience; she could feel a dark, unmentionable desire beginning to dully throb in the pit of her married belly and she knew that if Ron continued to work her tit with such masterful manipulation that she would be no match for the inexorable dictates of the savage, unspeakable desires smoldering deep in her psyche.
Lisa also knew that Ron was powerless to stop, that if he so much as looked at Bull, that Bull would beat him to a pulp!
But there was one thing that Lisa did not know, perhaps she could never know; Ron himself was feeling the raw thrill of bestial, incestuous desire rise in his loins like the black, threatening clouds of an impending tornado! He began to imagine his mother's milk-white, soft skin flush against the taut muscles of his own body, her legs nakedly splayed as he shoved his glistening cock into the nether depths of her cunt. It was as though he was succumbing to an unwritten law of the universe; no man could resist the throbbing, wet cunt of any woman, no matter who she was!
And wasn't Lisa feeling the same kind of unmentionable desire? Did it really matter who a dick belonged to as long as it was big and stiff and filled her pussy with its turgid thickness?
As each of them resisted mentally with these forbidden, incestual questions, a hush of silence pervaded the room. Bull slowly backed into the shadows as he watched Ron slowly move his hand down the zipper line of Lisa's jeans; Bull knew that he was not going to have to use the baseball bat; the twin lusts of this mother and son was the only enforcement he needed!
Ron's hand frantically peeled the tight-fitting garment from the flaring, feminine lips of his mother.
Lisa could not believe that her own long, curvaceous legs were rising and struggling to free her pelvis and legs from the confines of her pants!
She stepped forward, holding both of her hands around her son's head, then quickly kicked her jeans aside; the young, delectable mother was suddenly naked, except for the pure white film of her flimsy panties!
God! He's moving me toward the water bed! Lisa said to herself, as she felt Ron's athletic body nudge her backwards. Within seconds, she was on her back, her son kneeling over her, his lips still tightly locked around her tight, proud tit!
Lisa felt the cushiony, liquid comfort of the water bed mattress and it felt relieving to be off of her feet and on her back.
Suddenly Ron's hand trailed down the supple lines of her thigh, along the alluring curve of her slender hip, roving freely over her soft girlisliness, massaging the flat plane of her tiny belly, the secret curve of her crotch, and the naked mound of her nipple-capped breast.
Ron had never touched female skin that was so soft, so warm, so smooth. He was amazed at the shape his mother was in; she had the ripe, fresh body of a teenager with all of the irresistible, bewitching charms of a mature woman!
A wild, bestial lust was taking over Lisa; it was as if a demon from ancient times was entering her body and filling her full of a pagan, cock-hungry passion. She felt her lungs heave with exquisite pleasure of anticipation as Ron's virile, hard body pressed closer against the submissive curves of her soft girlisliness and she ran her tiny, feminine hands hotly down the vee-like expanse of her son's triangular torso.
Ron was awe-struck at the sensual, massaging touch of his mother and his cock hardened with pure lust as she pressed the cheeks of his buttocks fervently together.
Conflicting, torturing thoughts raced through Lisa's mind as her body took her farther into the unexplored depth of incestuous lust. Was there some-thing wrong with her? Was she perverted, demented, obscene? Her morality told her 'yes,' but her quivering body said 'no,' that this was right; that the powerful, naked body of a man and the throbbing, ravishing shaft of a cock was beautiful; that it was right.
And it seemed right now as Ron wildly broke his lingual grip from her erect, stiff nipple and salaciously wagged his tongue down the center of her tight, vernal waist, pulling and teasing her delicious skin, and suddenly snaked into the shallow crater of her navel.
Lisa's body was still perfumed by the cinnamon-sexy scent of the exotic soap she had used earlier that afternoon, and Ron's balls began to sizzle as he sniffed the strange, potent aroma of his saliva mingled with the fragrant soap and the feminine oils from his mother's gorgeous body.
Her middle finger stiffened as he rested it at the tight, warm entrance to the secret slit between her thighs. He felt the warm pinkness of his own mother's hair-fringed cunt as he poked his hard digit straight into the ragged, pink folds of her nakedly-offered cunt.
"Ummmm!" Lisa moaned in relief and pleasure, as her son's finger inched its thick way into the clinging fissure of her vaginal orifice.
The men recognized Lisa's utterance as a true whimper of arousal, and they were beginning to suspect that the nakedly-splayed mother was not letting her son burrow his finger lewdly into her pussy solely because she was afraid of Bull. Lisa's moan was the unmistakable sound of forbidden lust!
Ron continued to kiss his mother's fully exposed navel as his finger, fast becoming wet with the balm-like juices of Lisa's violated pussy, struck a slow, sensuous rhythm as it slithered in and out of her unguarded cunt.
Lisa felt the fleshy cleft of her buttocks constrict as the warm, dark walls of her pussy throbbed with electric ripples of girlish excitement. Her body tensed as a slow, rich undulation of wanton arousal caused her shoulders to rise slowly off the bed, then the small of her back to arch severely, then flatten, and finally send the visible wave of her lust into the swelling, rising curves of her pelvis. The men noticed this motion in her body as Lisa repeated it, only this time with more force and feeling; her married body was hotly responding in splayed rhythm to the finger of her own son which was firmly embedded in the rubbery walls of her vagina.
Ron's lower chin brushed against the fleecy tuft of his mother's pubic mound as her gyrating hips caused his head to rise and sink with the trembling movements of her thighs. Ron could feel the muscles in Lisa's belly tighten and quiver as he thrust his finger deeper between her naked thighs.
A wicked thought raced through Ron's mind; how far could he drive his mother? Could he send her into spasming convulsions of insatiable desire? Could he work her over like any other woman and turn her into a jiggling mass of flesh? He had gone this far, and Bull certainly wasn't going to let him stop now!
Just what was his mother like as a woman who was being fucked? Would she scream when he stuck it up her? Would she wiggle her sweet ass like a wild beast and flail and thrash on the bed as he screwed her with all of his athletic might? Should he do it? Should he do it? Should he abandon every memory in his mind that told him Lisa was his own mother and fuck her for what she was; a delectable ripe piece of gorgeous ass? And yet there was another question burning in the youth's mind as his mother continued to work her body hotly beneath him.
Lisa was panting heavily now, her breasts were dancing wildly as her body rose and fell to delicious finger fucking her son was giving her. A voice rose from deep within her chest, an insistent voice that wildly called out the wanton dictates of her own lust.
"Please," she pleaded, "Stick it in!"
The men watched anxiously as Ron rose on his knees and kneeled above her. He slowly milked his thick long dick, as if he were a warrior readying his cutlass for the kill. Lisa gazed down and saw the thick, huge shaft of her own son's rock-hard cock and her eyes grew wide with wonderment.
Jesus! Lisa said to herself. What a beautiful prick he has! I've never seen anything like it anywhere.
The men in the room were more than a little envious of Ron's over-sized, perfectly formed member. It was virile, stiff and hard as it glistened in the dim light.
Ron leaned forward and his penis bumped gaggily against the hair-fringed fissure of Lisa's nude pussy. A thrill of wicked arousal sizzled through the smooth, lithe body of the nakedly-offered mother as the pouting lips of her moist pussy touched the spongy cock-head of her own son! Ron parted Lisa's long, tapering legs until they were stretched to capacity, the delicate blue veins of her milk-white skin showing shamedly on the fully exposed insides of her married thighs!
Lisa's cunt was tight as a drum-head and Ron's cock-head stung with the vise-like grip of his own mother's pussy as the tingling mouth of Lisa's cunt lips flowered around the blue-veined shaft of her son's burrowing prick.
As Ron inched his way into the liquid heat of his mother's cunt, Lisa was fascinated at the feel of her own son's prick half-way imbedded in the liquid heat of her unguarded pussy.
The very nature of this forbidden, unspeakable act somehow worked on Lisa's imagination, and the lewd unmentionable wickedness of performing with her own son in front of all these men and her own son caused the smoldering fire in her loins to burst into a blaze of obscene passion!
Ron reached behind Lisa and salaciously parted the moist deep cleft of her buttocks with both of his hands.
As Lisa's asscheeks spread wantonly apart she was able to take in more of her son's purplish erection into the pulsing depths of her palpitating pussy. She inched her ass back just a little so that the entirety of her blonde-haired cunt was wantonly exposed to her son.
Ron glanced down and saw the very base of his red-hued shaft protruding from the hungry slit between his mother's thighs. He lunged forward with all of his manly weight and strength and suddenly his own pubic hairs were mingling with those of his mother; he had completely and effectively buried his cock in her pussy!
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Ron pulled back, slowly drawing the jagged, sensitive folds of his mother's pussy out as her cunt relentlessly grasped the dick-stiff rigidity of his throbbing member.
Yes, Ron, thought to himself. She was loving it, there was no mistake; his own mother was lusting after his prick as if he were some burly stud.
"Yeah!" Lisa moaned, "Ram it up me. It feels soooo good!" As Ron powerfully thrust forward, to send the ravishing pole of his prick slithering obscenely into his own mother's womb!
For the moment, Lisa felt safe. Despite the unmentionable name of the act she was engaging in with her son, the actual physical sensation was so rare, so overpowering that if a movie studio were filming her, she would have continued writhing and wiggling as her son labored hotly above her.
Yes, for the moment, Lisa had forgotten about Bull, but he had not forgotten about her. He was watching her in the shadowy darkness, his black cock steaming with bestial passion as the nude, voluptuous white woman wantonly fucked her son!
The liquid mattress of the water bed undulating with the twin lusts of the two heated bodies atop it, meted out the lewd and wicked rhythm of Ron and Lisa's pagan performance.
Lisa wrapped her hands around Ron's torso, pulling his flush against her glistening skin, forcing every inch of his delicious cock into her.
There was a liquid, slurping sound as Ron's cock slithered lewdly in and out of his own mother's sweet little cunt. Lisa felt her love juices, heated to a balm-like, flowing consistency, hotly bathe the turgid shaft of Ron's embedded thickness as she was propelled headonwards to her own wicked climax!
Lisa's mind was a steaming, whirling maelstrom of forbidden images. All she could see in her mind's eye was the beautiful, pulsing head of Ron's upraised hardness as it slammed relentlessly into her belly. She imagined what it looked like as it skewered the insides of her cunt, its bulbous, lust bloated immensity burrowed into the nether depths of her battered cunt. These delicious, lucid visual images caused Lisa's entire being to swell with the inexorable delight of being fucked like a cheap whore by her own son as other men watched. She didn't know which wicked thought stimulated her most of all; was it the fact that her son was screwing the daylights out of her or the fact that a whole roomful of men were watching her naked womanish curves and her nakedly-splayed pussy as she wiggled and moaned in ecstatic delight? She didn't know, she didn't even care! All she could feel was Ron's stiffened prick as it slid wetly in and out of her cunt!
Suddenly, the silence in the room was shattered by the gravel-like voice of Bull as he emerged from the shadows; the six-foot five-inch stud, built like a steam shovel, had taken off his clothes and stood completely naked, his shining ebony skin glistening with sweat from watching the incestuous performance of Lisa and her son.
"Now Bull's gonna get in on the action!" he said, and sneered malevolently.
CHAPTER TEN
Before Lisa or Ron had time to even comprehend what he had said, Bull had stretched himself out on the water bed.
"Now you two just go on like before," Bull said. "You cause me any trouble and you know what'll happen!"
Ron and Lisa had paused momentarily as they felt the bed tremble with the studly weight of Bull, but each of them knew all-too-well that Bull would carry out his threats, and they commenced wildly fucking each other, at the moment, more out of fear than the unbridled lust which had possessed them both only a few moments ago. But it did not take long for Lisa's cunt to once again quiveringly encircle the stiff-dicked erection of her own son nor for her thighs to quickly swell with the insistent urgings of her unleashed passions; God! She had to cum! She had to! The fire in her loins was torturing her, teasing her, sending her lust-bloated belly into spasming throbs of bestial desire. The craving to climax had possessed her totally, had invaded every pore of her being until she felt the dizzying, overpowering hunger for a throbbing climax, from the nerve-naked bud of her raw clitoris to the flattened, distended nipples of her womanish tits. Nothing could stop her! She would cum, she had to cum, or she would go insane!
The unsuspecting Lisa had no idea of the humiliating, shameful act he was planning for her, nor did the men in the room. In fact, Lisa had almost forgotten that Bull was beside her, nakedly sprawled on the bed, so deep was she into the insistent, cock-rampant urgings of her own wildly humping body!
What Bull did next was an act to shock the senses, and it certainly surprised the men in the room. The effect on Lisa was so painful, so overwhelmingly impossible to believe, that at first her mind blanked out as in one swift, deft, move, and with the animalish agility of a panther, Bull thrust his black, meaty cock, his twelve-inch pole-like immensity, into the unguarded asshole of Lisa!
He was underneath her so quick, lifted her and Ron both up so fast, that his actions were almost impossible to see! But it was true! Bull's revenge was the delicious task of sodomizing the young mother while her own son fucked her from above!
Bull's lewd, swollen shaft, ripped, split, and burned the hapless Lisa's invaded anus like an atomic reaction gone wild. She was impaled, skewered, her bowels punishingly filled with the embedded immensity of Bull's prick!
Lisa felt as though her stomach was in her throat; but at this point; she was still lucky. Her system had not yet gone beyond the shock of having her rectu invaded by a stiff dick that was as long as a man's upper arm and as thick as a working man's wrist!
No, my God! Lisa thought to herself, as her nerves slowly felt the muscular, rock hard body beneath her, and her nostrils sniffed the odor of the sweat dripping from Bull's fully aroused body. What has happened? she asked herself. I feel different, yet I don't quite understand!
Like the victim of shell shock who is suddenly roused from his trance-like state by an unusual noise or light, Lisa's system suddenly absorbed and identified the source of her sudden feeling of numbed bewilderment.
"No! No!" she screamed aloud as the hopeless depravity of what Bull was doing to her registered suddenly on her senses and then her mind. "Oh, My God, not this! Not this! It's in my asshole! You've stuck your prick in my asshole!"
"That's right! You whore!" Bull snorted, his hot breath actually stinging the white soft, flesh of Lisa's shoulders, "And you're gonna love every second of it."
"Aaahhhh! Jesus Christ!" Lisa screamed again and again.
Ron was almost in shock; as he actually felt Bull's member through the thin membrane separating the two orifices. One thing he remembered was to keep fucking, keep moving, don't stop! Yes, that's what he must do! Don't think about Bull, don't think about anything but his stiffened prick slithering in and out of his mother's cunt! It's a matter of life and death, he told himself, he must do as Bull ordered him to! Besides, Ron could hardly tell that Bull was beneath the crucified body of his mother as he buried his head into the ripe, rich cleavage of her tits. Did it even matter if Bull was there, his cock stuck in the nether reaches of Lisa's anus, or was the only thing that mattered to Ron the delicious tight grip that his own cock was feeling as it burrowed its rock-hard way into the depths of his mother's sacred orifice? No matter what the answers to these questions were for Ron, he did not stop lewdly thrusting his pelvis up and down when he realized that Bull had violated his mother's asshole, Ron actually increased the pace of his wildly humping lunges! This sudden stimulation caused Bull's black, semen-bloated balls to sizzle with unspeakable lust and he powerfully clenched his muscle-lined buttocks together as he seated the blue-veined immensity of his prick firmly in the tightly muscled grip of Lisa's tight little asshole! The clenching, gripping sensation Bull received from the sacred fissure of Lisa's anus was wantonly exquisite; it was as if a gigantic condom had been slipped over his lewdly swollen prick, squeezing his black, hard flesh to dull, throbbing, ass-hungry passion.
Lisa was helplessly sandwiched like a piece of meat between the virile, young body of her son and the savage, black stud who lay beneath her, his cock buried in her asshole like a fence post embedded in half-hardened cement!
Two contradictory sensations were tingling through the cock-ravaged body of the young mother at once; she could not help but wiggle with pleasure as Ron's penis bounced deliciously in and out of her married pussy with piston-like rapidity, and she could not help but writhe with sodomizing pain as Bull's blood-filled member filled her bowels with mind-sizzling immensity.
Lisa knew that she was trapped; that there was no way of reversing the turn of wanton events which were leading to her humiliation and utter ravisliment! She tried to ignore the black, forbidden pole which lewdly impaled her as she ground her pelvis hotly against the sweating loins of her son!
But Bull could not ignore the delectable feeling in his cock as the voluptuous wife inadvertently rode his cock with each bucking lunge of her milk-white thighs!
"Arrgghh!" Bull snorted as he shoved his gargantuan loins hard against the rounded swells of Lisa's violated ass-cheeks.
"Oh god!" Lisa yelped, but her protestations were futile, both Ron and Bull were too interested in ramming their stiff-pricked erections long and hard into Lisa's most private body openings!
Bull grabbed the soft, white flesh of her hip handles and rotated the hapless mother's buttocks luridly over the heated seat of his lap. She felt his steel-wool-like pubic hairs cruelly scratch the delicate, white flesh in the nether curve of her moist crotch and trembling of his black, bloated balls slapping noisily against the fleshy deep cleft of her prick-invaded anus.
The men in the room had formed a circle around the water bed, and attentively watched the rapid-moving threesome like a group of lecherous voyeurs!
Although the thought made Lisa sick with shame, she was actually encouraging bull to ram her asshole all the more viciously with each trembling thrust of her married thighs! The situation was inevitable; she would have to handle both of their cocks at once, take on the twin lusts of her own son and Bull simultaneously!
In all of the pagan writings of ages past and all of the porno movies of the present, there was nowhere to be found such a picture of sin and unabashed depravity!
Bull had commenced a solid, rapid rise and thrusting of his black, glistening pelvis, and with each punishing upward thrust of Bull's punishing thighs, he drove his blood-engorged member deeper and deeper into the hapless wife's ravaged anus, like a pile driver slamming a railroad spike into a tie!
Lisa felt as though a jet of fire was sizzling through her ass as Bull's meaty prick ripped through the vulnerable, tender flesh of her anus!
Ron was beyond reality now, he was violently fucking his mother as though these moments were his last on earth! Bull had wrapped each of his muscular, thick black legs, the powerful muscles bulging behind his skin like the sinewy lines in an insect, around each of Lisa's white, long, tapering legs and stretched her thighs painfully apart. This lewd action not only caused his bulbous, swelling shaft to rip deeper into Lisa's burning rectum, but allowed Ron's semen-filled member to slide another inch into the liquid heat of her throbbing cunt!
Lisa could not help but tremble with orgasmic arousal as the cuntlips of her ragged, boiling pussy hungrily sucked the entirety of her son's cock into her battered pussy!
And something inexplicable and lewd was happening as she hotly rode Ron's cock; the initial, burning, painful sensations created by Bull's mighty cock were gradually being replaced by a dull, throbbing, unmistakable feeling of . . . raw, sensual pleasure!
Although she hated to admit to herself there was no disguising the wicked thrills of anal arousal which flashed along the sensitive line of her spinal column and crackled in the sensitive nerves of her distended nipples!
Suddenly, every pore in her entire being was assaulted with the exploding frenzy of her own base desires!
Bull felt the muscles in her ass-hole relax then voluntarily clasp the full-dicked stiffness of his cock and he knew that it was happening; that Lisa was becoming a cock-craving whore, oblivious to anything but her own body's wicked needs!
Bull snorted and the hot breath shot from his nostrils like a flame thrower as Lisa's delicious little butt wriggled lasciviously and insinuatingly against the meaty pole of his upraised manhood!
"See bitch, I told you that you'd love it!" Bull bellowed as he drove home a vicious cock-thrust which almost knocked Ron and Lisa off the bed!
Lisa was being pummeled so fiercely now by the two cocks, that her feet never touched the bed. As Ron slammed down hard against her pinned, flattened body, causing her feet to flop towards the mattress, Bull would swing sharply upward with the unbridled, primal energy of his savage loins and send her feet flailing skywards! .
The gigantic motor-home was actually shaking with the primitive rhythm created by the threesome as the two males sandwiched and crushed the wiggling body of the hapless Lisa.
Her cunt was bubbling with love juices. The liquid heat of the thick balm-like liquid oozed luridly from her prick-filled slit and slid obscenely along the slithering, ravishing, ebony dick of Bull.
A million nerves in Lisa's body craved, screamed, demanded release, release which only the exploding throes of a wanton orgasm could give her! She was wo longer the master of her body, but its slave!
Wasn't this the way it should be? Isn't this what she had always subconsciously lusted after, and which had taken the fluke workings of fate to convince her that the most delicious, beautiful feeling in the world was the uncontrollable frenzy of a cock between her thighs, and what's even better . . . one in her ass as well?
Yes! Yes! she told herself. There was something ancient, pagan, compelling, and human about all of this! No puritanical dictates, no moral preaching, no judgmental directives could match the enthralling wicked surge of her passions as she was propelled to animalish frenzy by the twin assault on her body's most secret and most guarded openings!
Hhhssssss! Goddamn! Yeah!" Oh yes!" Lisa moaned, surprising even the worldly, experienced men in the room as deep guttural mewls of utter pleasure escaped from her overworked, heated lungs.
Every nerve in her body was tactile and alive as her senses heightened as though she were high on opium or some exotic drug. Her body felt as though it was rocketing through time, soaring back to the days when mankind was an uncivilized, pagan animal, and people fucked as often as they pleased, wherever they pleased and whomever they pleased!
A new thrill suddenly raced with atomic intensity through Lisa's overworked body; a tingling heat, beginning in the naked, throbbing bud of her clitoris, crackling over her thighs like an electric spark, and quivering through the hardened tips of her distended, crushed nipples like a million, microscopic needles made her ravished body shudder tremulously with the approaching frenzy of her own wicked orgasm!
Bull felt her body as the muscles melted and Lisa screamed. This new transformation of the utterly dominated wife and mother sent Bull into a wild series of bestial, riveting cock-thrusts.
Lisa answered the black giant's pummeling loins with a series of hard, staccato lunges which almost flung Ron off the bed!
Lisa bucked and wiggled like a wild stallion, crazily wrestling with the two male bodies which assaulted her in the cunt and ass.
It was as if a primal, lusty force had taken control of Ron's, Lisa's, and Bull's bodies and was riveting them with the inexorable desires of lurid passion!
"Jesus Christ!" one of the men yelled. "What a goddamn woman! I wish my 'ol lady screwed like that!"
"Hey," Bull yelled to Ron, "slide this cunt to the edge of the bed so's somebody else can get in on the action!"
Ron, past the point of even thinking about the lewdness of his actions, pulled Lisa's buttocks to the end of the low water bed so that he knelt on the floor and Bull's and Lisa's legs hung over the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, a wiry, blonde-haired man with a very noticeable bald spot, was on the bed. Quickly he removed his clothes, to expose his fast-hardening, uncircumcised prick, and like a wrestler jumping atop a defeated opponent, he salaciously straddled Lisa's torso and lay his reddened cock between the deep valley of her nakedly offered cleavage!
Lisa felt the stiff heat of the blonde-haired man's penis, laying ominously between her naked tits like a red-hot poker!
"Make her lick it, Jim, make her lick it!" Bull bellowed to the other man.
Good god! Lisa thought to herself. He's going to make me suck his cock while I'm being fucked in the ass and cunt! "I'll be taking on three of them at once!
Lisa felt the air being rushed from her heated chest as Jim shifted his weight.
"Lift up your head, whore!" Jim said.
Before Lisa could even try to lift up her head, Bull had already grabbed her behind the tassels of her blonde, luxuriant hair and had thrust her head forward at almost a right angle to her soft, ivory shoulders.
Lisa's eyes were staring directly into the glistening, purplish pole of Jim's uncircumcised erection!
Lisa watched as Jim peeled back the fleshy sheath of his long, thick cock to expose the raw, veiny skin underneath.
"SUCK ME OFF, YOU WHORE-BITCH!" Jim demanded, suddenly thrusting his spongy cock-head so that it brushed against her quivering lips.
Lisa did not care anymore! Bull and Ron had only momentarily stopped their vicious, twin assault on her naked orifices, and were now skewering the insides of her ravished body with renewed aggressiveness and the writhing, twisting surge of her impending orgasm continued to hurl her headlong into insatiable, wanton frenzy!
Her hot, moist lips clasped hungrily and tightly around the lewd, lust bloated head of Jim's cock and Lisa felt Jim's buttocks tighten as the forbidden contact of her ample lips against the raw, eager flesh of his naked prick made him pulse with the unmentionable desire to empty his swollen prick into her writhing, married belly!
Lisa's tongue quiveringly encircled the naked tip of Jim's cock and her cheeks hollowed as she wantonly took the entirety of his gagging immensity into the pussy-like cavern of her mouth!
"Good lord!" one of the men shouted. "Ain't a-never seen nuthing like it! She's a-takin' on three of them at once and one of them's her own kid!"
Lisa could not help hear the lewd catcalls and wanton references that the men shouted as she athletically handled three meaty cocks simultaneously!
Lisa was not responsive to anything except the lewd humping movements of the three bodies with whom she wrestled, hopelessly locked into an orgy that could only, must only end one way; with the gushing bubbling sperm from three meaty cocks filling her ass, cunt, and mouth with the viscous, sticky liquid of obscene passion!
Bull was snorting beneath her like a wild animal, sending wanton delights of exquisite sodomy pulsing through the raw shaft of her hapless, ravaged anus as Jim clenched and unclenched his buttocks as he savagely face-fucked her, thrusting his invading prick gaggingly against the roof of her mouth while her own sow battered her pussy relentlessly with his burrowing, incestuous dick!
Lisa was amazed that her own wildly sweating, undulating body had the physical stamina to perform this wanton display of forbidden lust. It was as if each pore, each molecule of her hotly working body was being infused with an awesome sexual power as her taut, young muscles transformed her frantic loins into a superhuman machine that was capable of performing one function; fucking!
Lisa's arms were flailing wildly in the air, and even in her hands could be seen the vibrating rhythms of the insane humping in her thighs. Her head was bobbing quickly up and down as she milked every inch of Jim's uncircumcised cock with the plunger-like vacuum of her mouth.
The initial pain of Bull's rampant, sodomizing cock thrusts had been replaced by delights so wicked and perverse, that the Marquis de Sade himself would have been amazed at the way the rubbery muscles in Lisa's ass gripped at the black pole of Bull's deep skewering cock. It was as if her ass was filled with a million little fingers, each one greedily pushing against the diamond-hard sides of Bull's gargantuan prick!
A slow, oozing foretaste of Jim's lava-like semen dribbled into her mouth and Lisa knew it would not be long before the fiery depths of her belly would be filled with a sloshing sea of cum!
Lisa moaned incoherently, inhumanly whining out the gurgling throes of her pleasure. Yes, she was nakedly crucified between Bull and Ron, hotly impaled on their two stiff pricks simultaneously while Jim fucked her mouth. The nether cheeks of her white ass were luridly splayed by the cudgel-like hardness of Bull's dick, and on the other side of the thin membrane separating her twin orifices, her own son's blood-filled penis darted wildly in and out of her pussy like a mad snake!
It seemed like forever, as Lisa was sadistically tossed and pummeled and then the three male bodies shamefully giving her a triple fucking, merged into one lewd, ancient rhythm, and suddenly it was as if one monstrous super-cock was assailing her body from all directions!
Her guttural mewls became louder and louder, cutting the silence in the room, as the three males snorted, and sweated, below, and above her as her toes curled with the exquisite ravisliment she was receiving!
Lisa knew that she could not stand much more of this, that soon her overworked body would explode with a thunderous orgasm of atomic intensity!
Ron drew his cock back and glanced down at his glistening erection as it slid out of the flowering, clasping petals of his mother's pussy lips. He lunged forward, violently slamming the moist warm folds of her vagina back into the palpitating depths of her belly.
Jim had broken into a vicious, staccato rhythm, his buttocks exploding and contracting with the pulsing surge of his semen as it hotly fired its way along the blood-filled length of his penis.
"Oh, yeah, baby, here it comes!" Jim snorted violently, as the tiny slit in the end of his sizzling dick was powerfully forced open by the gurgling bulge of viscous cum seething in his loins!
Lisa gagged amazedly, as if she had just swallowed too much hot coffee as bucketfuls of bubbling jism surged down her throat and filled her belly with the fruits of her wanton face-fucking!
The hairy underside of Jim's buttocks scraped cruelly against the delicate, sensitive mounds of her melonish tits as he leaned forward and rudely rubbed his thighs across Lisa's breasts.
Again and again Jim pumped his cum down her throat, holding Lisa's head tightly over the steely pole of his prick to insure that every drop of his cum emptied into her belly! His pubic hairs bumped cruelly against her mouth as he ground the entirety of his pelvis against her face.
When Jim emptied every drop of his seething cum into her mouth, his cock became rapidly flaccid and plopped lewdly from the hot, moist clasp of her lips.
Before Jim dismounted Lisa, as though she were a wild bronco which he had just ridden to submission, he gazed luridly down at her in a last look of utter male triumph, then disappeared into the shadows.
But two cocks were still hotly embedded in Lisa and they were driving her wild!
"Please, fuck me good!" she pleaded, in a deep, sensuous voice that seemed to come from her belly.
The two male bodies twisted and writhed all around her in a wild attempt to deliver her to a violent and heated orgasm!
Her arms spread out and she grabbed Ron by his arms and pulled his huge peaks of her hardened nipples! He kissed her hotly on the mouth as her body strained against his, pounding her pelvis with frantic urgency, against her own son's naked loins!
Lisa thrust up and down; first upward to take in her son's deep-skewering cock, then backwards, insinuatingly pushing her asscheeks down onto the wicked prick of Bull as he ravished her unguarded asshole!
It came upon her suddenly and without warning it was as if she was falling through a tunnel in the center of the earth, and suddenly splashed into a swirling sea of sounds, liquids and colors.
The air streamed from her body and cut the silence in the night with locomotive intensity! But nothing, no force on earth would have stopped Lisa, for she was a woman possessed, possessed by the satanic power of wicked, raw passion!
At the peak of her overpowering climax, Lisa's eyes fixed for an instant on the wildly humping body of her own son, and, somehow, this delightful, wicked sight prolonged the wicked throes of her throbbing orgasm!
Lisa's body shuddered as her pussylips milked Ron's ravishing cock with exquisite tightness. Ron inhaled rapidly, and suddenly a stream of gushing, hot cum bubbled into her womb with the primal power of a flash flood! Viscous, thick gobs of virile, potent semen gurgled down the walls of her womb until her belly was filled to bursting and the liquid passion oozed and bubbled luridly around Ron's prick and dribbled obscenely down the curve of her crotch.
Bull, fired to orgasmic wildness by the animalish humping of the young wife, had held back as long as he could. Lisa heard him hiss and felt his steaming breath burn her shoulders, and suddenly the private orifice of her rectum was filled to overflowing with viscous, seething cum!
When Ron had pulled out of her and Bull had turned her over on the bed, she lay exhausted and bewildered.
"Let's hurry up, if there's anyone here with any business to finish up!" Bull said. "We've got to get a move on!"
The remainder of the men who had not yet ravished the young mother quickly undressed and assaulted her overworked body.
One man rode her ass like she was a bitch in heat while another fucked her mouth with savage intensity. When it was all over, when all of the men had finally had a chance to empty their bloated balls into Lisa's body, she lay on the bed trembling, her eyes closed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ron, Susan and Lisa had been dressed for about fifteen minutes. Neither of them had looked into the eyes of the other. Questions, and answers to these questions would come later, there was one all-pervading worry on each of their minds; would these men allow them to escape alive!
As Lisa surveyed the cruel, leering features of each of the men in the room, she did not find a sympathetic face among them. Her mind was riveted back to reality as she suddenly realized that their lives were still in danger.
Ron had recollected himself as best he could. Plans and possible means of escape raced through his mind, and all of them seemed futile. Certainly the three of them were not strong enough to physically overpower this group of liquor-laden, burley men. Bull was standing like a sentinel at the door; a rush for freedom would only result in a beating similar to the earlier ones he had received. The only feasible solution was the gun in Lisa and Ron's camper; but how was Ron to get to it?
What would happen to them? Would these men beat the three of them into unconsciousness, take keys to their camper, then leave them to the elements in this deserted, unknown section of the Catspaw Mountains?
Or, would they suffer a worse fate? Would they be forced to undergo another wicked, lewd orgy?
The men kept passing around a whiskey bottle, each of them gluttonously imbibing a mouthful of the amber liquid. This worried Lisa; if the men got completely drunk, who knows what they'd do?
There was an uneasy tension-filled silence that pervaded the room.
Bull himself was wondering exactly what to do. The actuality of the incident in the bar was gnawing at him and he was becoming extremely nervous. What if backwoods police were combing these hills for him. If they found him, he might be able to explain away the bar incident, but not, if Lisa, Ron, and Susan were here! If he let them go, they might be stopped in a road-block and tell the police everything!
Yes, Bull had bitten off a little more than he could chew this time. He had always been impulsive, had always acted on his emotions, but he had always got out of it, somehow. He wondered if he hadn't made a mistake in following these three campers into this isolated part of the forest.
A numbing fear raced through his liquor-dimmed brain. Had he not, in effect, walled himself in by coming to this dead end road. There was only one way out; the way he came in!
But (he kept telling himself) the fight wasn't his fault! The other guy had cheated him! (Or had he?)
Had he? Would the police believe him? Bull had witnesses! But so did the other guy! And who were the police more willing to believe, a bunch of hometown folk, or total strangers.
Bull would soon discover the answers to these and many other questions as a strobe-like flash of brilliant red light frighteningly illuminated the inside of the motor home.
Bull opened the door and was met by a gun-toting, young state trooper. The trooper quickly stepped into the room and surveyed the scene. There was a look of surprise on his clean-shaven face as he saw Lisa, Susan, and Ron.
Within seconds, six additional troopers were inside the room curiously examining the bizarre scene which lay before them.
"We've got some questions we'd like to ask you," the young trooper said to Bull.
Bull did not reply.
The young officer turned to Lisa, Ron and Susan.
"Are you folks with these men?"
"No!" Lisa said emphatically.
"Well," the young trooper said smiling, "why don't you three step outside and wait by my car. I'll be with you in a moment."
As Lisa stepped out into the crisp night air she gazed up at the millions of stars sparkling like diamond-dust in the black, silent sky.
There are as many new beginnings, as there are stars in the sky, she told herself.
For her sake, Ron's and Susan's she prayed this was true.
