Human beings in our modern technical society struggle with their problems of sexuality in many different ways. Often, they attempt to solve in total isolation a problem or difficulty which is, in fact, part and parcel of their relationships to other human beings around them. Such efforts are, needless to say, foredoomed to failure. Sometimes, however, there are situations when outside influences are injected into a person's private life so forcefully and unavoidably that the changes and alterations have been accomplished before any effective resistance is possible. Often, although the type and mode of interference is generally unwelcome, and sometimes even frightening or detrimental at the time, its long-range effects are seen as working to the benefit of all concerned.
This is a story of one such unusual episode, a tale of ordinary every-day human beings forced by the circumstances of their daily lives to confront their problems head-on and to cope with them in sometimes unorthodox fashions. It is in part a violent story, one of human subjugation and -humiliation. But at the same time, it is also a story of learning and growing, above all, a story of hope.
Join us now as we share the sometimes terrifying experiences of Blake and Evelyn Green and their children, a normal American family of four about to confront a side of life which most of us will never know. You, the reader, are the final judge and jury to decide whether they emerge from their trials better or worse for the experience.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER One
Blake Green stood in the doorway of his tent and looked off across the sloping green meadow to where the lake was hidden behind a screen of pines. He inhaled a great lungful of the clean mountain air, so refreshing after the soot and smog he faced every day in the hustle and bustle of the city where he lived. A flicker of movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned to watch his two children dashing across the meadow, bound for the lake and their morning swim.
Children. He could scarcely get away with calling them that anymore. Tod was fifteen, already as tall as his father and nearly as strong. He would be driving in another few months, as soon as he reached that magic sixteenth birthday. And as for Marsha, Blake could only shake his head at the way she had blossomed and grown before his very eyes. Watching her chase her brother across the meadow, firm young breasts bouncing within her tight red bikini top and plump round ass cheeks jiggling in time to her racing strides, he was fully conscious of the fact that she was, at seventeen, already a young woman in every sense of the word. Her golden skin and blond hair reminded him inescapably of Evelyn at that age, when they were still in school and dating.
The thought of Evelyn, his wife, caused him to turn back toward the interior of the tent. She was stirring now, still asleep but coming gradually to consciousness in the big double sleeping bag they always brought along on campouts. He watched her, blond hair fanning across her pillow and face flushed with sleep, and was stirred as always at the sight.
The camping vacations had become an annual tradition for the Green family, but this year the escape from hurly-burly city life had seemed more urgent than ever before. Blake and Evelyn had been having sexual problems, serious ones, and he had forced himself to admit that his job was a major source of the difficulties between them. He worked long hours at the office, in return for a very substantial salary, and on some increasingly frequent occasions business had taken him out of town to other parts of the state or country. Evelyn did not bear up well under his enforced absences, but the lack of physical closeness between them even when he was at home had come to weigh on her mind even more, and had caused a rift between them of late which he was very anxious to repair.
Blake Green loved his wife deeply, both emotionally and physically. He found it hard to make her believe that his sporadic partial impotence was merely the result of long working hours and the weight of technical problems from his job pressing in upon his mind even in his leisure hours. Once, after a stormy bedroom session which ended with him frustrated and her in tears, she accused him of seeing other women. And, while he had eventually persuaded her that her suspicions were groundless, their physical relationship had shown no marked improvements.
So the camping trip was a must. They had arrived at Wolf Lake only the previous night, after long hours of driving along winding mountain roads, each too exhausted to do more than gobble down a hasty dinner and go straight to sleep. But tonight, and for each of the nights remaining in their week-long vacation, Blake had promised Evelyn (and himself) that things were going to be different.
Watching her sleep, stirring slightly under the cover of the sleeping bag, Blake was struck by a sudden inspiration. Why wait until dark to begin taking advantage of what he had planned as almost a second honeymoon? The kids were away at the lake and would undoubtedly remain there until the smells and sounds of breakfast lured them back, and nothing else existed in that forest paradise to interrupt them.
Blake and Evelyn had not made love in the morning for a long time, and the thought of it excited him tremendously now. He felt his penis stiffening within the confines of his walking shorts as he crossed the tent quietly and knelt beside his dozing wife. Gently, not yet ready to wake her, he stretched out a hand and slowly peeled back the top covering of the sleeping bag.
Evelyn's golden body was slowly revealed to him as he withdrew the coverlet, and he feasted his eyes over every ripe swell and curve of her female flesh. She wore only a short nightgown of almost transparent material, which did more to accent the lines of her body than to conceal them. Blake nodded with satisfaction as he noted for the thousandth time that the birth of two children had left no visible signs on Evelyn's figure, and that she had kept herself in really marvelous shape for a woman of thirty-six.
Blake felt his cock lurch within his shorts as he crouched there, his eyes lingering over his wife's swelling breasts with their cherry little nipples peeking at him through the gossamer nightgown. Those breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing, presenting a scene of powerful eroticism to his gaze. Lower, as his eyes swept down her flat belly to the full swell of her woman's hips, he noted, gasping, that the short hem of her nightgown had been forced upward above her thighs, revealing fully the downy golden triangle of her pubic hair and the pink, pouting little lips of her cunt nestled beneath.
Blake was seized by a sudden inspiration. He stood quickly, stripping off his tee-shirt and shorts, standing naked in the center of the tent which they shared. He dropped once more to his knees, closer to Evelyn this time, an unmistakable light of passion glowing in his eyes as he again reached out his hand, this time to grasp the wrinkled hem of her flimsy little nightgown.
Just as his fingers reached the garment, Evelyn gave a little sigh in her sleep and turned fully over onto her back. The motion made Blake's work easier, as the hem of her gown rode upward another two inches during the shift. Again she sighed, the effort causing her breasts to rise and swell most provocatively. She began to stretch, arms going above her head and legs extending fully, slightly apart so that Blake had an unobstructed view of her coralline little pussy slit nestled there.
Blake Green could contain himself no longer. Moving swiftly, he shifted position so that he was kneeling directly between his sleeping wife's thighs. One trembling hand was outstretched, a long finger tip tracing its path teasingly down through Evelyn's pubic hair and along the pouting lips of her cunt. The woman's unconscious reaction was immediate. She moaned slightly, her lips apart, and her hips stirred a little on the mattress pad of the sleeping bag. Blake paused, holding his breath like a little boy afraid of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, afraid that she was about to wake. He would wake her up, all right, but later, when he was ready. Right now, it suited him to have her remain asleep and think she was having an erotic dream of some sort.
Again he reached out, stroking the moist slit of her cunt somewhat more forcefully this time. And again Evelyn stirred, her head rolling slowly from side to side and her hips elevating slightly from the ground as she moaned softly. Emboldened when she still did not wake, Blake brought both hands into the action at once, cupping and gently massaging the furry mound of her cunt with light, lustful strokes. He pressed and molded the pliant genital flesh with his hands, provoking a slow undulating movement of response from his sleeping wife's torso. She began to moan continuously now, her hips rising and rotating in a little simulated fucking motion as she received the manual stimulation to her heaving loins.
Blake paused, waiting, afraid once more that he had gone too far and his wife was on the verge of waking. When she relaxed back into deeper sleep this time, he noted with satisfaction a pained expression on her face, and a little groan of frustration issued from between her full moist lips. It was working, all right.
After a long moment, Blake craned forward, bending at the waist to bring his face closer to his wife's yearning cunt. He reached out with both hands, slowly and evenly prying her cuntal lips apart to expose the full coralline valley of her pussy to his gaze. He feasted his eyes over that moist, smooth genital flesh, staring long and hard at the budding little pleasure node of her clitoris and the clasping mouth of her rubbery vaginal opening. He took a deep breath, inhaling and savoring the aroma of her moist sex, and then leaned even further forward, his tongue lapping out to make contact with the exposed flesh of her pussy.
Evelyn's unconscious reaction was immediate and most emphatic. Her supple spine arched upward off the ground, her heels digging in as she lifted her crotch into closer conjunction to the source of her pleasure. The spasmodic movement forced the hem of her nightgown still higher, slipping upward now across the golden plane of her stomach, almost to the underside of her firm swelling breasts.
Blake licked and nibbled at Evelyn's cuntal furrow, timidly at first, then with mounting ardor as he noted her response. From time to time he risked a glance upward along the heaving slope of her body, watching her now-distended and hardened nipples making erotic little tents at the front of her negligee. Encouraged, Blake swirled his tongue tip around the tight little mouth of his wife's cunt, then moved up to capture the nub of her clit between his front teeth in a gentle vise. He flailed and lashed at that tiny erectile pleasure-bud with his tongue, driving the unconscious woman into a storm of mounting physical arousal.
Blake suddenly withdrew his mouth from Evelyn's steaming crotch, withdrawing to watch in immense pleasure and satisfaction while his sleeping wife groaned and writhed in frustration. Her hips jerked spasmodically up and down, seeking but failing to find the invisible source of the pleasure and erotic desire which had raced through her body only seconds before.
At last, Blake decided to take greater advantage of her arousal, moving closer between her spread thighs and rising so that his pelvis was on a level with her own undulating crotch. He guided his rigid penile shaft with one hand, thrusting his hips forward at the same time until the head of his bloated cock was in searing contact with her pussy, and then he let her do the rest. Unconsciously, still deeply asleep, Evelyn Green began lowering and raising her hips so that her cuntal slit was rubbing wetly along the blunt purple glans of Blake's prick. She accommodated herself quickly and naturally to the position, a sigh of relief slipping from between clenched teeth as she gratefully accepted the return of erotic sensation in her loins. Blake, for his part, was about to go insane with the intense feelings surging from the hot tip of his cock to explode in his loins and engulf his entire body. For a second he was deathly afraid that he might cum prematurely, but he tightened his free hand about the thick base of his penis, prolonging his pleasure as he gave himself completely to the moment.
Evelyn's breasts were hobbling freely under the lacy half-covering of her nightgown, and the sight was too inciteful for Blake to resist. He stretched out one hand, capturing the orb of one tit in his palm. He gently massaged that fleshy peak, thrilled by the taut and tingling nipple which spiked outward against his rotating hand. The added stimulation drove Evelyn to new gyrations of passion, bringing an unbroken string of soft little mewling cries to her lips. Her head lolled limply from side to side, her hair flailing across the pillow like a rapidly moving golden fan.
Blake sought to drive his sleeping wife toward ever greater peaks of subliminal passion. He released her breast, plucking with thumb and fingertips now at the stiffened little nipple bud alone. He captured that sensory node, tweaking and rolling it in his fingers until Evelyn's upper body joined her hips and crotch in a series of serpentine undulatory motions. He increased the pressure of his fingers, noting a little wince of pain cross her fair features only to vanish at once, replaced by a flush of even greater sensual excitement.
Blake pinched that rigid nipple, all the while manipulating the stiff pole of his cockflesh so that the broad head made repeated searing contacts with the bud of Evelyn's tiny clitoral node. The sleeping woman's movements had by now become almost frenzied, in keeping with the mounting tempo of her own animalistic lust. She cried out her passion, aloud, her voice throaty with desire.
As if to complement her oral pleas, Evelyn's hands swept down to her crotch in search of the staff which was giving her so much unconscious pleasure. Blake gasped aloud as her cool fingers closed about his cock shaft, sending delicious shivers of pure animalistic passion vibrating the length and breadth of his muscular body. She pulled and tugged insistently on his penis, using it almost as a handle or lever toward some greater sensual fulfillment, pulling him steadily and inexorably closer to an actual penetration of her gyrating little pussy.
Blake allowed himself to be drawn into that sensuous vortex without resistance, following her forceful lead to the center of her being in one fluid thrust. He impaled her body, ramming the long stiff rod of his cock to the hilt in the steamy, tight little tunnel of her snatch, his pubic bone bumping firmly against hers as he reached the point of deepest genital penetration.
Evelyn Green came suddenly awake at the jarring impact of her husband's cock ramming itself to the hilt in her steamy little vagina. Her deep blue eyes snapped open, first with a hazy and startled expression, then focusing quickly as she took instant stock of the situation. An instant of surprise passed immediately, replaced by an enthusiastic response to the totally unexpected sexual zeal of her husband. She fell quite naturally and quickly into the fucking rhythm which Blake had begun to establish, pumping and gyrating her hips in a tempo which complemented and spurred on his own.
He surrendered himself totally to the thrills of the moment, lowering himself atop his panting wife and thrusting ever more rapidly into her wanting and yearning cunt. Each skewering thrust brought the heavy pendulum of his balls swinging forward to smack wetly against the firm cheeks of her buttocks, and the slicing entry and withdrawal on every stroke filled their tent with the moist, hot sounds of animalistic fucking.
Each thrust of Blake's hips pummeled at Evelyn's own supple body, forcing little whistling grunts of passion and exertion from her lungs as she fought to match his own lascivious pace there on the sleeping bag. In that eternal frozen moment, nothing took priority over their mutual drive to reach the heights of total erotic fulfillment. Their taut bodies meshed and locked, then were wrenched apart only to slither back together once more, their cries of passion mingling and rising to drift lightly into the primeval forest around them.
Evelyn's hands clawed at Blake's back, raking downward until her clawed fingers seized the rapidly pumping hemispheres of his buttocks, tugging his loins ever tighter against hers and forcing his pummeling penis deeper and deeper into her steaming pussy. Blake responded avidly, thrusting and driving with his cock as he drove them both on to mutual ecstasy. Evelyn's lips were drawn back tight from her pearly white teeth, a gasping cry of mingled pain and pleasure rasping from her taut throat as she felt the head of her husband's cock buffeting against her cervix.
Blake felt his control slipping, felt himself edging inescapably toward climax as he sluiced his rigid pole of cockflesh in and out of his wife's wetly clasping pussy. He fought to suppress his orgasm, biting painfully into his moist lower lip and filling his mind with problems from work in an effort to distract himself. It was all to no avail, however, and he could feel the churning cum boiling and stirring in the heavy pendulous well of his testicles. The nerves and muscles at the juncture of his scrotum and ass were bunched like a balled fist, signaling the impending explosion of his own mind-bending sensuous relief.
"Oh, God," he rasped breathlessly. "Oh Jesus!"
Evelyn sensed his coming climax and, still far from her own, cried out plaintively for him to hold back, to wait for her. Her wailing plea was of little use, however, as Blake felt the pent-up near explosion of his cum reaching critical proportions.
At last, in sheer desperation, he whipped his trembling cock out of his wife's clasping little vagina, rocking back on his haunches and inhaling great lungfuls of cool air as he fought to partially calm himself.
Evelyn realized his motive for withdrawing his cock in one corner of her lust-fevered mind, but by that time her body had taken over the play and logic had been cast to the winds. She writhed now, twisting and undulating before him, hunching along on her supple spine to bring her crotch nearer to his. Little pleading sobs of frustration issued from her throat in a continuous chant, begging with Blake for his cock to once more ram its way into her needing, yearning genital canal.
Finally, unable to bear the frustration any longer, Evelyn sat half upright, her beautiful features contorted into an animal snarl of unrequited lust. Both slender arms shot out quickly, her hot fingers seeking and finding the rigid pole of male flesh, closing about it and using it as a lever, a pull-handle to draw Blake's loins tight against hers.
Blake Green ground his teeth fiercely, once more battling the rampant sensations which raged and flared in his groin. It was to no purpose, however, for the mere touch of his wife's hands upon his tumescent cock was enough to send him over the brink, gasping and sobbing aloud as he exploded into orgasm.
Evelyn felt it coming, felt the massive cock pulsing and expanding in her grasp as the semen boiled over from its fleshy storehouse in Blake's balls and raced the length of his penis. She watched, transfixed, as the long spurts of viscous milky cum erupted from the cyclopic eye of his penis, splattering her breasts and stomach with thick smears of sperm, forming viscous rivulets and streaming down her abdomen to form pearly beads of moisture in the downy golden triangle of her pussy hair.
Blake fell away from her, gasping, his already deflating penis slipping wetly from her clenched fists. A tiny sob of frustration was torn involuntarily from Evelyn's throat, and then she turned away from her exhausted husband, throwing herself prostrate upon the sleeping bag once more and burying her face in the pillow as she wept softly.
Blake could think of nothing to say which would ameliorate the situation. It was not the first time in recent months that a tendency toward premature ejaculation had spoiled the rare sexual encounters between himself and his wife. Now, embarrassed and vaguely ashamed, he stood up, dressing quickly in his tee shirt and walking shorts, and silently left the tent, leaving his wife sobbing softly on their sleeping pallet.
Evelyn heard him go, turning to face the empty tent with tear-filled eyes. She rolled over on her back, staring fixedly at the peaked canvas ceiling above her. Multiple conflicting thoughts crowded in upon her still-reeling mind. Anger at Blake, tempered by a subconscious admission that he had not done anything deliberately to leave her frustrated. Anger at herself, as well, for not being woman enough or understanding enough to cope with her husband's sexual problems.
Above all, her mind was overwhelmed by fiery, unsatisfied lust. Her loins, indeed her entire body, ached and burned with the sensations which Blake's caresses and fucking had inspired in her. Sensations which as yet had found no outlet of release. Her breasts tingled as if an electric current was flowing through them, provoking her cherry little nipples into rigid, quivering erection. And the smearing of Blake's hot cum upon her flesh had a very sensuous and provocative effect as it slowly cooled and congealed there.
Slowly, haltingly, Evelyn cupped those tingling mounds of breast flesh in her palms, stroking and massaging them in a desperate effort to release some of the erotic tension seated there. Her palms chafed and stroked across the erectile little buds of her nipples, sending unexpected little jolts of renewed sensual pleasure through her torso, having the exact opposite effect from that desired.
Evelyn gave out a tiny sigh, conscious of where her actions were leading her, but unable to stop. The thick, creamy droplets of cum which smeared between her palms and her satiny breasts produced an unusual lubricating sensation, heightening her sensual pleasure and sense of excitement. Another moan issued from the naked woman's throat, no longer one of frustration, but rather one of resignation as she determined to find the sexual relief which her husband had been unable to give her.
Her hands began to work more avidly on the cones of her tits. She pinched and tweaked the distended buds of her ultra-sensitive nipples, milking electric little shocks of erotic pleasure out of them, sending tendrils of hot desire racing downward across her heaving belly to explode in the pit of her crotch.
Evelyn let her hands follow those racing little thrills downward across the wet, luscious plane of her abdomen, her fingertips tracing moist little tracks through the congealing pools of Blake's semen. Her breath caught in her throat as her hands reached the curly blond forest of her pubic hair, skirting the triangular rim before moving deeper into the interior in search of her trembling cuntal lips.
At the first feathery touch of her fingers upon her cuntal lips, Evelyn Green gasped uncontrollably, almost as if surprised by what she herself was doing. Her fingers probed further, slightly separating those pouting nether lips, still wet with the mixture of her feminine secretions and Blake's cum, and dipping lightly inside to tease at the coralline flesh within.
A moment of shame and humiliation halted Evelyn's eager hands, but was quickly gone as she rationalized her own impending masturbation as a form of "self defense" against her husband's own recent inadequacy in bed. She deserved the same sexual satisfaction which he derived from their infrequent fucking, even if she had to provide it herself with her own wetly pumping fingers.
Emboldened by her own lewd rationalization, Evelyn thrust her trembling fingers more forcefully into the moist interior of her hungry cunt. She found the node of her tingling clitoris, stroking and milking it seductively until her entire torso trembled with sheer erotic delight. A long finger swirled tantalizingly about the clasping, pleading mouth of her vaginal channel, setting off mental showers of sparks in her mind, then plunged deeper inside.
Evelyn was rapidly becoming lost in the erotic dream world induced by her own lascivious finger fucking. Eyes tightly closed, head thrown back, and thighs widespread to accommodate her searching, stroking hands, she masturbated furiously, driving herself on toward the pinnacle of sensual achievement, a mind-blasting orgasm. The nagging fear of immediate discovery should Blake return to the tent only served to incite her further, sending a delicious tingle of guilt and pleasure down her arching spine as she plunged ahead along the forbidden path to ecstasy.
Every nerve in the wanton housewife's supple body was alive and tingling, every tendon and muscle taut as she whipped her wet crotch into an auto-erotic frenzy. Her hips humped rapidly upward from the sleeping bag and hard floor of the tent, establishing a fucking rhythm of their own which complemented the sluicing, skewering efforts of her wet fingers. Again, for the sexond time that morning, the moist sounds of sex filled the tent, casting Evelyn's subconscious mind adrift in an erotic fantasy world all her own, filled with rigid plunging cocks and seeking, hungry male mouths that worked overtime to fulfill her every sensual need.
Evelyn Green felt her orgasm beginning, an unmistakable tightness in the very pit of her loins rapidly diffusing into a general feeling of intense heat throughout her lower body. Her hands worked all the more rapidly and forcefully, driving desperately now toward that erotic point of no return from which she would soar on the wings of sensation to new, undreamed-of heights of pleasure.
She came suddenly, powerfully, almost surprised by the sudden explosion deep in her pussy, the flaming skyrockets blazing upwards throughout her body, igniting bonfires of lust in her nipples and soaring onward to explode in golden streamers across the inside of her reeling skull. Strangled little growls of pleasure forced their way from her throat, irrepressible as she was swept away by a roaring tidal wave of total erotic excitement. Her naked body was rigid as stone, trembling from head to toe as she bucked her hips, writhing in a delirium of erotic passion.
A sudden sound shocked Evelyn partially back to reality. She froze where she lay, hands poised at the steamy mound of her cunt, ears straining to collect and identify that sound. At first, she was terrified that the sound might have emanated from her, it sounded so much like a growl of fierce, angry passion to her lust-crazed ears. But then, upon closer listening, she recognized the sound as something mechanical, like the throaty whine of one or more powerful engines winding up to their own feverish pitch.
Evelyn rose hastily from where she lay on the hard ground, pulling a terry cloth robe about her naked body and knotting the cloth belt quickly in front. She made her way on shaky legs to the entrance flap of the tent and peered outside, surprised to find herself staring almost directly at the back of Blake's head.
She gasped, startled, suddenly afraid and embarrassed at the thought that her husband may have overheard the sounds of her own lewd masturbation there in their tent. Her mind was quickly distracted from the idea, however, by the approaching sounds of powerful engines racing across the meadow. Craning to look over Blake's shoulder, she finally saw the source of the booming, roaring sounds.
Four large motorcycles were approaching their camp, ignoring the looping dirt road they themselves had followed, preferring to cut a swatch across the meadow itself, flattening the luxurious grass in long narrow tracks as they passed. Evelyn noticed that Blake seemed quite tense as the cyclists approached, his fists balled at his sides, legs slightly apart and braced as if he was preparing to meet an attack of some sort.
The bikers were almost upon them now, slowing and swinging in a broad circle that brought them to a halt directly in front of the tents. Evelyn could now see that two of the big machines had only one rider, while the others each had two, a driver and a scruffy-looking girl riding behind him, arms about the driver's waist.
The riders and their women were an unkempt group, with long straggly hair and, on the men, scruffy beard stubble sprouting after days without shaving. All were attired in torn and greasy denim jeans, with jackets of matching material from which the sleeves had been crudely removed. Each of them displayed a passion for bizarre patches and slogans upon their clothes, complete with swastikas, iron crosses, and many meaningless (at least to Evelyn) numbers and symbols.
A little shiver of anticipatory dread raced down her spine as she watched the grimy men park and rack their big machines, slowly climbing off and ambling slowly in her direction.
CHAPTER 2
The apparent leader of the gang, a tall muscular youth with blond hair and a thick mustache, approached the tent as the other riders lingered in a tight circle near the cycles. A slow smile played across his roughly handsome features as his eyes lingered briefly on Blake and then passed on to scan Evelyn as she stood in the doorway of the tent, every curve of her ripe body outlined beneath the terry cloth robe.
"Greetings," the cyclist offered. "We're the Tartars." He turned briefly at the waist, giving Blake and Evelyn a look at the name and grinning skull emblazoned on the back of his sleeveless jacket. As he turned back toward them he continued speaking.
"We all just decided to take a little outing in the country," he explained. "You folks camping all by yourselves?"
Evelyn noted that his eyes strayed to the second tent as he asked the question. For some reason she felt fear at the mere presence of these strangers, a nagging anxiety to which she could put no concrete name. She watched Blake closely, uncertain as to whether or not he felt the same uneasy stirrings, anxious to see how he might be able to cope with the situation.
"No, we're not alone," Blake answered. "Our children are with us. They're down at the lake right now."
Evelyn was surprised at Blake for giving away so much information to a total stranger, but she kept silent, noting that the lead cyclist nodded in apparent satisfaction at the explanation.
"A family scene, far out," he quipped, drawing an appreciative chuckle from his five companions. "Maybe we'll stay and visit with you awhile," he added, letting his eyes wander back openly to Evelyn again.
She blushed under that searching scrutiny, shivering as a little tingle of raw animal fear raced the length of her spine. She glanced down, following the direction of his stare, and blushed even more furiously as she saw that the front of her robe had fallen partway open, revealing the milky flesh of her breasts almost to the pink areola of her tiny nipples. Startled, she hurriedly clutched the robe closer about her tits, drawing another lewd chuckle from the assembled bikers.
As if on cue, Tod and Marsha chose that moment to appear, having run hard across the meadow after hearing the sounds of the approaching motorcycle engines. They reached the camp now, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity as they studied the odd band of riders. And they themselves were being studied by the bikers at the same time. Marsha was especially self conscious, barely dressed as she was in the now-wet bikini which accented rather than hid the ripening swells of her own young body. The cool wind upon her wet flesh caused her little nipples to stiffen involuntarily, protruding quite noticeably beneath the skin-tight material of her bikini top and drawing whispered comments of lecherous approval from male members of the gang. She tried to be casual as she draped her towel about her shoulders, letting the ends dangle to partially hide her young breasts from those prying eyes.
"Yeah," the gang leader drawled, "we're going to have a real nice visit here together. You got any food?"
"Just enough for my family," Blake answered defensively, stiffening slightly as things seemed to be getting out of control.
"Man, don't be selfish," the cyclist chided in a mocking voice. "We might get the wrong idea, and think you're trying to be unfriendly." Again the low laughter greeted his words.
The cycle leader stepped closer to Blake, his voice lowering a notch and taking on a distinctly menacing tone as he continued. "You wouldn't want us to think you're unfriendly, would you dad?"
Evelyn gasped aloud. The young man had pulled back one side of his jacket slightly, revealing the butt of a pistol protruding from his belt. He made no move to reach for the weapon yet, but its mere presence was enough to turn her vague sense of foreboding into near panic.
Blake looked from the young man's eyes to the gun and back again, deciding that discretion was the better part of valor. "No," he admitted reluctantly. "We wouldn't want you to think we were unfriendly at all."
The cyclist grinned evilly and let his jacket cover the gun again. "See?" he called over his shoulder, "I told you they were real friendly types." This time the laughter was uproarious.
"You pegged it right, Luke," one of the girls, a red-head, called out.
"I always peg it right," the one called Luke answered. "Now we're gonna have some lunch. Zeke, you and Lena go with the kiddies to get some firewood for the barbecue. The rest of us will stay here and keep mom and dad company."
A muscular, dark-skinned cyclist, apparently Zeke, moved to stand beside Marsha, a wolfish smile playing across his features. At the same moment, the red-haired woman took a stance beside Tod, her eyes moving from the teenage boy to Blake and back again, comparingly. The Green children were uncertain of what they should do, and when Zeke took Marsha by the arm to lead her in the direction of the woods, Blake took a threatening step forward.
"Easy dad!" Luke snapped, his voice and the gun he held in his fist bringing Blake up short. "Everything's cool, as long as you keep it that way."
Blake's eyes met Marsha's and found terror there, but he felt that there was nothing he could do at the moment without endangering all their lives, and so he nodded dumbly and stepped backward a pace toward the tent. He watched in humiliated silence as his children and the two cyclists walked away toward the nearby trees.
"That's much better, dad," Luke congratulated him without feeling. "Now while the kiddies are on their nature walk, we can all relax and get better acquainted."
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Marsha and Tod were afraid to speak as they walked into the woods, flanked on either side by Zeke and Lena. They kept close together until they were roughly thirty yards into the trees, and then Zeke suddenly grabbed Marsha by one arm, tugging her in a different direction while Lena motioned for Tod to continue straight ahead with her.
"Where are you taking my sister?" Tod asked defensively, already more angry than frightened.
"We can gather more wood if we split up," Zeke replied, his voice lacking the ring of sincerity. "You go with Lena and do like she tells you."
'The hell I will!" Tod blurted, rushing the older and larger man blindly, head down. Zeke had no trouble sidestepping the poorly planned charge and clubbing Tod to the earth with a single blow of his fist.
"You can handle him now," Zeke told Lena, casting a parting glance at the sobbing boy. "All the fight's out of him now!" And with that he was gone, leading the young girl by one arm into the shadowy trees.
Zeke and Marsha walked for another twenty or thirty yards into the forest. She had collected a small armload of twigs and branches when she noticed that the cyclist had not picked up so much as a single twig. He did not even seem to be looking for wood, but instead kept his eyes glued to the curves of her trim young figure as it was prominently displayed in the skimpy tight bathing suit.
"How old are you, girl?" he asked, when they had been alone for about ten minutes.
"Seventeen," she told him haltingly, blushing under the searching lewd scrutiny of his prying eyes.
"You sure have filled out for a chick your age," he said, fairly licking his lips as he stood stock still, staring at her body.
Marsha, uncertain as to how she should respond, stood silent, clutching the armload of firewood against her chest like some sort of grossly inadequate shield.
"Yes sir, you sure are filled out nice," the man repeated. Then, pointing to the ground beside her, he ordered, "Put that wood down."
Marsha looked confused. "But, you said you wanted it."
He grinned wickedly. "It ain't going anywhere. Just set it down right there. Now!"
She obeyed at last, stooping to drop the pile of branches on the moist grass where she stood. As she did so, the terry cloth towel slipped from her shoulders and fell to the ground, leaving her clad only in the revealing red bikini. She was reaching to recover the towel as Zeke took a quick step forward, planting one foot firmly upon it so that it could not be lifted.
"You don't need that," he told her as she straightened, leering at her as she regarded him through fearful eyes.
She shivered as the man reached out one hand to lightly stroke her silken blond hair, his fingers trailing through the golden tresses to brush the rosy skin of her cheek. She began to back cautiously away from him, but he followed her every step of the way, until suddenly she bumped into the rough bark of a tree trunk and could retreat no further.
"Please," she whined tearfully, "don't hurt me."
"Hurtin' you is the last thing on my mind, little lady," the man assured her, his fingers again tracing a path along her cheek and then continuing along the silken curve of her graceful throat.
Marsha gasped as his fingers reached the full curve of her upper breast, causing her to stiffen into instant rigidity. The man's hand lingered there, stroking lightly back and forth as it followed the curving swell above the taut material of her bikini top, fingers pausing to dip into the deep valley of her cleavage before moving inexorably on. A strange shivering sensation seized Marsha as that alien hand traced its patterns across her tan flesh, and her little nipples stiffened involuntarily into rigid little spikes.
Marsha had necked and petted with her dates before, and even let some of them stroke her breasts lightly through her clothing, but this man's touch was different somehow-more intimate, and in a way that was only partially related to her own near-nudity of the moment. The teenaged girl was terrified at this stranger's lewd physical advances, but at the same time she felt a different, subtle stirring within her young body that was not entirely unpleasant. The feeling surprised and confused her, adding to her fright as she stood helpless and trembling before the older man.
The man's hand moved lower, joined by the other as it cupped the full swell of her succulent tits, kneading and massaging that supersensitive mammary flesh with sure, strong strokes. His thumbs found the sensory nodes of her rigid nipples, flicking and rotating around those buds to ignite shooting little stabs of pleasure in her tremulous breasts.
She began to weep softly, bitter hopeless tears coursing their wet paths down her cheeks to drip off her chin and land on the round upper slope of her half-naked tits. Zeke seemed to take no notice of her weeping, concentrating instead on the smooth texture of her body as he fondled and caressed the pliant orbs of her young breasts with both hands. His breathing had become more rapid, and his grip upon her tingling breast flesh was more forceful now as his own arousal mounted rapidly. Marsha stood dumbly all the while, arms slack at her sides, unable to offer any meaningful resistance to the crude manual assault upon her firm young body.
Marsha lowered her eyes, too embarrassed and humiliated to meet her attacker's gaze directly. As she did so, she noticed the massive bulge in the front of his faded jeans. She had noticed the same intriguing phenomena in some of her dates before, while they were necking, but she was captivated by the sight now as never before, acutely aware in one corner of her stunned and reeling young mind that she herself was the cause of this man's sexual arousal. It gave her simultaneous sensations of awe, fear and excitement to realize that her still-immature body could have such a pronounced affect upon an older man.
Zeke's hands were busy at her breasts, no longer content to merely stroke the taut material of her bikini top. Slowly, almost tauntingly, he began to slip his fingertips inside the upper half of her bathing suit, tugging it inch by torturous inch downward until only the rosy little spikes of her nipples were hidden.
"Oh, please stop," she moaned tearfully, but her words did nothing to dissuade the lecherous biker from his planned course of action. He leaned forward, his bearded face pressing close against the soft ivory flesh of her upper breasts, his moist lips and hot darting tongue trailing wetly across the mounding swell of her tits as he orally assaulted her. At the same time, his hands slipped downward along her sides, cupping the firm hemispheres of her buttocks through the thin material of her bathing suit and pulling her young loins tight against the bulging front of his faded jeans.
A wretched sob caught in young Marsha Green's throat as she fought a fierce battle with her own inner feelings and emotions. She knew that what this stranger was doing to her was terribly wrong, even perverted, and she felt all the pains of embarrassment and humiliation common to a young girl trapped in her situation. At the same time, however, there was a definite quality within her, a tiny lustful stirring which in and of itself aroused entirely new and intensely painful feelings of guilt and humiliation within the girl.
Oh, God, she prayed silently, don't let my body betray me by responding to this evil man's advances!!
Her mental plea seemed to no avail, however, for there was no denying the fact that her young woman's body was beginning to evidence a traitorous response, however faint. Her little nipple buds were quiveringly erect, and an insane tingling sensation had begun deep inside her still-virginal young cunt. She could feel the first droplets of lubrication already flowing to moisten her cuntal lips, and she clenched her knees and thighs tighter together in an almost hopeless effort to delay or entirely defeat her mounting arousal. Tears coursed freely now down her tan young cheeks.
Zeke continued licking and sucking at the soft, pliant meat of Marsha's upper breasts. His big rough hands kneaded her buttocks like two blobs of dough, using that firm grip to force her pubis ever tighter against his own throbbing erection. His hips moved in a slow fucking motion, forcing the thick shaft of his hidden cock to chafe against her loins and roughly stimulate the outer lips of her juicy little pussy.
The cyclist's lust was rapidly mounting, and he was already tired of the restrictions imposed on his advances by the flimsy barrier of Marsha's bathing suit. He released her ass-cheeks and brought both hands back up to the bikini top, seizing the material and yanking it roughly downward to expose her young breasts entirely to his hands, mouth and eyes. The material caught briefly on the erectile little nubs of Marsha's nipples, forcing a startled cry of pleasure-pain from her lips and causing her tits to bobble freely as the material ripped free. Zeke did not bother to reach behind her and unfasten the suit top, content to leave it where it was now that it no longer blocked his access to those succulent mounds of tit flesh.
Zeke seemed obsessed with those young and tender breasts. He cupped them gently in his rough palms, rotating his hands slowly with the nipples centered in his palms until Marsha was forced to moan and tremble involuntarily with the mounting tension of desire. Zeke's handling of her ripe tits became more forceful then, strong kneading, milking strokes that mingled pain with pleasure and forced her torso to writhe in time with his coarse manipulations. He seized the quivering nipples between thumb and forefinger, tweaking and twisting them almost savagely until Marsha cried out aloud in startled pain. But he was relentless in his assault, and to her great surprise, she found that the pain subsided very quickly, to be replaced by some sort of glowing sensual warmth, spreading outward from her violated young tits to engulf all of her upper body.
Again Zeke leaned forward, bringing his face against the fleshy cones of the young woman's chest. Marsha gasped aloud, her blue eyes snapping open in startled surprise as the tingling peak of her left tit was suddenly engulfed in the hot cavern of her would-be rapist's mouth. He sucked and mouthed that ultra-sensitive little nub, finally seizing it gently between his front teeth as he lashed it with the tip of his darting, jabbing tongue. Marsha feared that she would faint or collapse upon the ground, so weak did her knees suddenly become.
The evil man's mouth darted from one tingling nipple to the other, until finally he seized both breasts tightly in his hands, forcing them together so that he could lick and suck both nipples simultaneously. This latest oral assault was almost too much for the virginal young girl, and she felt her legs turning to rubber as a tidal wave of unwanted erotic sensation threatened to sweep her senses away.
Zeke became ever more energetic in his oral assaults upon her unresisting body. He began to stoop gradually, his mouth slowly nibbling its way across the tender underswell of her tits and on the satiny flesh of her flat stomach. Marsha sucked in her breath, arching her spine in involuntary response as his hungry lips and tongue worked their inexorable way lower toward the tiny scrap of damp material which was the only shield for her loins. His hands busied and amused themselves all the while, sliding up and down the columns of her tan thighs in long tingling strokes which made the young girl tremble with newly budding passion.
Marsha Green was stunned at the unaccustomed and rampant arousal which seemed to be taking over every facet of her being. She knew that if the crude biker kept up his current course of action, she would very soon be reduced to a state in which she could offer no meaningful resistance. She gritted her teeth, hands balling into fists at her side as she renewed her inner determination to remain strong.
And yet, it seemed that Zeke's eager, hungry, searching hands and mouth were determined to wring every last admission of defeat and complete arousal from her.
The cyclist lapped and nibbled his way across the gentle swell of Marsha Green's belly, his hot tongue tracing the outline of her bikini waistband. All the while, his big hands were busily stroking and massaging her round asscheeks, fingertips tracing the crack of her ass which was plainly evident through the thin and clinging material. At length, when it seemed to Marsha that the combined manual and oral assault had gone on for endless hours, the biker changed his approach and method of attack.
His fingers curled swiftly inside the thin material of her bikini bottoms at the same time that he seized the front of the tiny garment in his white teeth. The combined downward tugging of his teeth and hands was sufficient to begin rolling the last of Marsha's meager covering downward over the full womanly swell of her hips. She held her breath, fists and teeth tightly clenched as the pale ivory flesh of her ass and loins was exposed, inch by agonizing inch.
The cyclist gasped aloud as the softly furred mound of Marsha's young cunt came into direct view for the first time. He stared hard at that downy golden triangle, his eyes well able to pick out the pink, pouting little genital lips barely hidden there. Beside himself with raging passion now, he quickly skimmed the flimsy panties down the smooth columns of her legs and tossed them aside.
Marsha Green trembled almost uncontrollably as she stood totally naked before a man for the first time in her young life. Her entire body was flushed with shame and humiliation, and yet, beneath it all, there was the nagging little tingle of incipient arousal which did nothing to soothe her mind.
Marsha knew about sex from school and conversations with her family and friends, and she had a clear idea of what the man intended to do with her. The idea of being forced to do that with a total stranger, and such an obnoxious one at that, caused the young girl to begin sobbing uncontrollably.
Zeke continued to kneel before Marsha, as if he was worshipping at some holy erotic shrine. He ran his fingertips lightly, teasingly over the exposed flesh of her belly, hips and thighs, causing goose bumps to pop up all over the young girl's nude body. Conflicting feelings of disgust and forbidden desire were at war deep inside her, resulting in a strange hardening of her tiny nipples and a totally unexpected feeling of tingling warmth deep in her virginal pussy.
Oh, Jesus! she thought silently Can it be that Tm actually beginning to respond to this evil man? The thought was too terrible and humiliating to bear, and she put it abruptly out of her mind.
Marsha gasped aloud in shock at a sudden wet touch upon her soft inner thigh. She glanced quickly downward along her body, between the cones of her breasts, and was amazed to find nibbling and licking along her leg, his hungry mouth moving inexorably upward toward the hairy triangle of her crotch. Her legs wobbled, knees weakening, and she was forced to clutch at the tough tree trunk to keep from falling. Her mind reeled as she recognized his apparent perverted intentions, and she tried to clamp her taut young thighs even tighter together to block his mouth from her quaking genitals.
Zeke recognized her resistance and would have none of it. He pried her legs apart with his big and powerful hands, seizing handsful of soft thigh flesh and twisting cruelly until she cried out in pain and spread her legs to escape his agonizing grip. Her defensive movement gave Zeke all the edge he needed, and he immediately thrust his head forward, capturing her cringing little pussy lips in the hot, moist cavity of his mouth.
Marsha felt that she would surely faint under the bombardment of whirling, dizzying emotions which engulfed her. The outlaw cyclist's lips and tongue toyed with the pouting lips of her little cunt, provoking mewling little cries of mingled shame and pleasure from the captive young woman. Slowly, irresistibly, Zeke's tongue wormed its way between the swollen lips of Marsha's cunt, tracing a path of liquid fire along the coralline flesh of her most secret genitals.
Lewd lapping sounds rose to assail Marsha's ears as the lecherous man's mouth worked avidly at her slit. Her entire body was weak and trembling, on the verge of collapsing to the grassy floor of the forest. Unthinking, in an automatic reflex response, her hands shot out as she began to topple forward, tangling in the oily hair of her lewd attacker. The combination of her grip upon his head, coupled with the sudden alteration in her body angle, gave Zeke a new and even greater access to her moist cunt with his seeking, searching mouth.
A wretched sob was torn from Marsha's throat as the Biker's hot tongue tip made its first searing contact with her tiny clitoris. The pink little lust bud sprang into instant quivering erection under that stimulation, sending off shooting spasms of undeniable pleasure across the young girl's vibrant torso. Her spine arched, and her hips pumped involuntarily forward against her attacker's face as she reacted instinctively to that arousing stimulation by striving to get nearer the source. Her mind reeled at the enormity of what was happening to her, but her will to resist was quickly ebbing away under the skilled tonguing of her captor.
A moan of unadulterated pleasure response was forced from Marsha Green's throat as Zeke continued to avidly suck and lick her rapidly moistening young cunt. The tip of his hot tongue swirled and teased around the clasping little mouth of her vaginal canal, setting off jangling alarm bells of passion at the base of her spinning skull. He gathered his nerve and chose the perfect moment in time, suddenly thrusting his face farther forward and stabbing his stiffened tongue deep into the cloying channel of her little love tunnel.
Marsha Green did collapse then, her legs turned to rubber by the sheer overwhelming power of that oral assault. Zeke clung to her, following her down and easing her descent with his muscular arms, all the while keeping his avidly working mouth glued to the steaming slit of her vibrant pussy. She tumbled upon a bed of cool grass and fallen leaves, moaning softly and writhing restlessly as the older man fairly devoured her secret genitals and cast her adrift on a tidal wave of erotic sensation.
Just when the young girl felt herself teetering on the brink of a sensual explosion, Zeke suddenly withdrew his mouth from her churning, pumping genitals, rocking back on his haunches as he watched her twist and undulate on the ground before him. Marsha was unable to suppress a strangled little sob of disappointment and frustration as the source of her burning pleasure and arousal was abruptly withdrawn. She pushed herself up on her elbows, staring at him through narrowed eyes, a pouting expression on her face which was unmistakable in its meaning.
Zeke chuckled deep in his throat as he swiftly shifted position, shoving Marsha roughly backward onto the ground and kneeling directly between her widely splayed thighs. His hands lingered tauntingly at the fastenings of his faded jeans, and then he was lowering his zipper and slowly peeling slacks and shorts downward over his hips.
Marsha sucked in her breath in a sudden gasp of shock as Zeke's massive penis was exposed to her eyes. It was the first time she had ever seen a man's cock outside of the crude drawings on the walls of the girl's restroom at school, and she was amazed and terrified by the sheer size and power of it. Her astounded eyes lingered over every detail of that rigid pole, from the purplish glans with its cyclopic eye and pearly drop of leaking seminal fluid, to the thick blue veins which corded the pink cockflesh like stout ropes, and the heavy pendulums of Zeke's lust bloated testicles which swayed between his hairy thighs.
"Oh no, please," she sobbed, almost whispering. "Don't."
"Save your breath, chickey," he grinned wickedly. "You're going to need it when you start shoutin' for joy!"
He moved forward, adjusting his hips until the blunt head of his turgid prick was in perfect alignment with the trembling pink slit of Marsha's pussy. Guiding the rod of genital flesh with one eager hand, he slowly and agonizingly traced a path along that moist Caroline valley with the blunt tip of his prick.
Marsha gasped, her body heaving at that first undreamed-of contact between a man's sexual organs and her own. Incredible sensations raced and rocketed through her squirming body, driving her right to the brink of raving erotic insanity. Nothing in the universe existed for her beyond the wet union of Zeke's penile head with the sucking, clasping slit of her vagina.
A new and entirely different sensation, vastly more powerful than any she had yet experienced, rocked Marsha Green's body as the cyclist's prick made sudden flaming contact with the supersensitive nub of her tingling little clit. Her entire body arched upward off the ground, touching now only at head and heels, every nerve in her young frame janglingly alive as she screamed out her pleasure through gritted teeth.
"Ohhh GGGoooddd!" she cried aloud. "Yyyy-eeeessss!"
Zeke sensed his triumph, concentrating his cock strokes now exclusively on the red little pleasure bud of Marsha's clitoris as he flogged her onward toward the point of sensual no return. She writhed and twisted, head flailing from side to side and eyes tightly shut, every muscle and tendon in her lower body taut and straining as she drove herself onward toward orgasm. Her hips took up an unconscious little fucking rhythm of their own, complementing and aiding his own tingling manipulations of her yearning genital flesh.
Zeke subtly shifted his position, taking advantage of a split-second lull in the girl's impassioned gyrations as he realigned his cock and thrust his hips suddenly forward, driving his rod to the hilt in the rubbery little channel of her virginal cunt. Marsha was taken by surprise, terribly unprepared for that ripping entry, and a cry of mingled pain and terror was wrenched from her lips as that skewering pole of male flesh tore into her cunt.
"God!! " she cried, "No!! It's too big!! I can't take it! I'm a vvviiirrrgggiiinnn!! ! "
"That makes it all the sweeter, baby," Zeke grated breathlessly, withdrawing his cock slightly from the clinging tunnel of her cunt only to plunge it inward again with an even more powerful thrust, battering Marsha's plump ass cheeks against the unyielding ground.
He fucked her roughly and violently, his long fat cock stabbing into her tight cunt until the blunt tip hammered against her little cervix. Marsha's body was limp, unable to offer resistance as the pain of her violent rapist's attack engulfed her lower body entirely. Long moments passed before that pain began to give way to a numbing sensation, and she welcomed the change as a blessed relief, sighing aloud as the agony of his plunging strokes lessened appreciably.
The sensations she felt would change once again, however, and very soon Marsha noted in dismay that the rubbery walls of her vagina were relaxing, expanding instinctively to accommodate that first fucking rod within them. She was juicing freely now, her lubrication blending with the man's and producing a lewd, salacious slurping sound on every skewering stroke of his driving penis into her cunt.
His cock and pubic bone made chafing, jarring contact with Marsha's stiff little clit on every inward stroke, and she noted now that that, too, was beginning to have a definite arousing effect upon her. Little electric jolts of pleasure-pain were shooting outward from her ravaged crotch, igniting fires in the twin nerve center of her nipples.
As if on signal, reading her mind, Zeke's mouth latched onto the straining peak of one breast, lapping and gnawing at sensitive flesh in a frenzy of passion. The slurping sounds of his oral attack upon her tits was yet another inspiration to young Marsha Green as she drove herself mindlessly onward toward orgasm.
She could feel that explosive release building, like a tight fist clenched in the pit of her crotch. And when it came, it overwhelmed her with its searing, mind-blowing erotic intensity. Her body pitched and tossed like a runaway gyroscope, her firm thighs locked around Zeke's hips and her clawed fingers digging into his back as she clung to him like life itself, her full hips pumping wildly to capture and hold every pleasure-giving inch of his madly pumping cock.
"JJJJeeeessssuuuussss!! " she screamed to the trees and heavens above her. "I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!! ! "
Zeke followed her over the edge into swirling release, driven close to madness by the sucking, milking actions of her cuntal muscles as they trapped his cock and held it a willing prisoner in the pit of her stomach. He felt the reservoir of his balls overflow, unleashing the hot flood of semen which now erupted into the confines of her clasping thirsty little pussy.
Marsha Green clung to her rapist quiveringly, her entire body rigid and trembling with passion such as she had never before known or imagined, eyes gaping open and staring blindly upward at a psychedelic light display which existed only in her own lust-crazed mind.
"My God!" she gasped breathlessly, hips still pumping frenziedly, "It's good!! It's so, so good!! ! "
* * *
Tod Green felt very self-conscious with the woman called Lena. He was uncomfortable with the way she walked so close beside him, sometimes slipping her arm around his shoulders as she guided him through the trees on the search for wood. And yet, he was forced to admit to himself, there was something vaguely exciting about being alone with her as well.
He had originally thought that she must be years older than he was, perhaps even as old as his mother. Closer to her now, however, he saw that she was actually much younger than he had suspected, perhaps no more than four or five years older than he. She was, perhaps, no more than nineteen, but somehow very worldly and seemingly experienced, with a world of hard experience etched upon her young-old face.
Tod could not help but notice that Lena's body was ripe and rounded in all the right places. She wore a tight black sweater beneath her sleeveless denim jacket, and the movement of her large breasts as she walked told Tod unmistakably that she wore no bra beneath. And the tight blue jeans which hugged her hips like a second skin let Tod imagine that he could actually make out the deep cleft between her plump, round ass cheeks as she walked.
The nearness of that woman was at once arousing and disturbing to Tod, provoking feeling and images which he recognized but, still virginal himself, could not fully cope with. Even more disturbing was the way Lena looked at him, her eyes traveling over his body with an almost physical caress, like a cat hungrily eyeing a canary. Tod wished that he had taken the time to put on a shirt and jeans over his skimpy pair of bathing trunks.
Tod and Lena had walked in silence for about five minutes after separating from Marsha and Zeke, when the woman suddenly stopped in her tracks and leaned against the huge trunk of a tree. She stretched luxuriously, arms high above her head, the motion causing her breasts to lift and swell against the clinging material of her sweater. She noticed Tod's eyes devouring that spectacle, and smiled slightly to herself as she slowly lowered her arms once again.
"You certainly are a good looking boy," Lena said suddenly, taking Tod totally by surprise. "I like good looking boys."
Tod blushed furiously, shifting nervously from foot to foot and feeling the goose bumps pop out on his flesh as Lena continued to stare at his nearly-nude body. He felt a strange, unfamiliar churning sensation in his groin, and it was suddenly very difficult for him to swallow.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said hesitantly, uncertain how best to answer her strange compliment.
"Ma'am?! " Lena threw back her head and laughed aloud, her thick waves of red hair shimmering in the filtered sunlight. She laughed for a long moment, and then stopped, suddenly serious as she pinned Tod's eyes with her own.
"I'll bet a good-looking boy like you has lots of girl friends, eh?" she asked, slowly licking her lips as she finished.
Tod shook his head slightly, confused and suddenly embarrassed. "No, ma'am," he answered softly.
"No?" Lena looked truly shocked. "You do like girls, don't you?"
Tod bristled at the implied insult to his masculinity, answering almost angrily. "Sure I do."
"Well, maybe all you need is a little experience and coaching," the woman replied, a suggestive tone in her voice. "I'll bet I could help you there. I'm a great teacher."
Tod swallowed hard, keeping silent as he waited to find out what this aggressive young woman was driving at. Lena moved toward him quickly, sliding her arms up to encircle his neck as she stepped forward to stand close against him, her body nestling against his from chest to thigh. The firm orbs of her breasts flattened slightly as they pressed against his bare chest, and he could feel her budding nipples begin to stiffen slightly, poking against the material of her sweater and chafing at his chest as they stood close together. Tod suddenly felt very warm, and he began to tremble involuntarily.
Lena noted the young boy's reaction and laughed softly. "There's nothing to worry about," she told him gently, her voice soft and whispery. "You just relax, and we'll have a real nice time together."
So saying, she kissed him full on his surprised lips, her arms tightening around his neck and her body grinding tighter against his at the same time. Her hips thrust forward, moving in a seductive rotary motion which plastered the covered plane of her hidden genitals against the front of his swimsuit, pinning his cock in a lustful vise as she ground her body against his. Her tongue probed forcefully between Tod's lips and teeth, seeking and finding his own, inviting and luring it into a serpentine little duel of mounting passion as he gradually responded to her deep soul kiss.
Tod Green was just beginning to feel comfortable in her embrace, and was considering putting his arms around her in turn, when Lena suddenly broke that insightful contact and retreated several paces from him. Her face was flushed with passion and her eyes shining as she looked him over, her eyes lingering longest at the front of his swimsuit, where the telltale bulge of his growing erection was very evident. It was Tod's turn to blush then, as he followed her gaze with his own eyes and noted the unconscious signal of his mounting excitement.
Lena laughed again as she watched the young boy's face turn dark crimson with embarrassment.
She did nothing to ease his sexual discomfort when she slid seductively out of her sleeveless denim jacket and tossed the garment to one side of her, among the fallen leaves. She kept her eyes upon Tod's face, noting how his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the ripe mounding swell of her tits and the juncture of her belly and thighs. She smiled broadly, confident that she already had that young boy under her erotic spell.
Slowly, still keeping her eyes on the boy, Lena hooked her fingers into the hem of her tight sweater and began pulling it gradually, teasingly upward. The milky flesh of her flat belly was revealed first, and then the round underswell of her breasts. She heard a gasp from Tod as her breasts came into full view, hobbling slightly as the material was drawn across them, the pink nipple buds already distended and aiming toward him like twin exclamation points of desire. Tired of the delay, she whipped the sweater off over her head and arms then, tossing it aside to join the crumpled jacket as she stood before Tod, naked to the waist.
Tod Green felt beads of perspiration break out on his forehead despite the forest coolness as he stared at Lena's naked tits. He felt the instant stiffening of his cock as it bulged against the skin-tight swimsuit, and he blushed again, clasping his hands innocently in front of his crotch to hide the unmistakable sign of sexual arousal. He could not tear his gaze from the aiming tips of the young woman's nipples, and the soft spherical curves of her ample breasts, swaying and swelling with each breath she took.
Lena noted the boy's unavoidable reaction with a satisfied smile. Slowly, tauntingly, she slid her palms upward from her waist and over her ribs to cup the heavy cones of her tits, milking and stroking them with masturbating manipulations while the boy stared openmouthed. Lena thumbed the already distended buds of her nipples, strumming and caressing them into ever greater length and rigidity. Her own breathing became heavier, more labored, as the show she was putting on for Tod inescapably aroused her also.
Anxious to continue, Lena released her excited breasts and tore at the fastenings of her jeans with practiced fingers. She ran the zipper down and began to peel the tight pants slowly downward over the full curve of her ripe woman's hips, while Tod watched, enthralled. As she slid the jeans ever downward, Lena hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her sheer bikini panties and lowered those undergarments as well, so that Tod was treated to the sight of her naked flesh being gradually revealed before his eyes. The young boy gasped aloud as he caught a first glimpse of her dark pubic hair and the pouting pussy lips which peeked at him from beneath the cover of that curly forest.
Lena lifted one leg to step out of her jeans, giving Tod Green a clear view of her entire cuntal furrow as her smooth long legs separated briefly. And then she was kicking the jeans and panties away, totally naked before him as she advanced to stand almost within arm's length of the trembling, panting boy.
Lena began to stroke and caress her tits once more, paying particular attention to the rigid nipples. Her eyes were burning slits of passion, and she rocked gently back and forth on the balls of her feet as she gave herself over totally to the erotic sensations engendered by her own manual stimulation. She let her palms slide smoothly downward along her abdomen, dipping lightly into the triangular forest of her pussy hair. She stiffened as her fingertips made searing contact with those pouting nether lips, and her legs quickly parted as if with a mind of their own, allowing her searching hands greater access to the hot little furrow of her cunt.
The woman used one hand to pry her pouting cuntal lips apart while the fingertips of her other hand probed and swirled about the moist coralline flesh within. She was breathing more heavily now, almost panting, as electric little shivers of passion shot outward from the tingling flesh of her cunt. The cool morning air washed over that moist, sensitive flesh, adding another chilling erotic sensation to the feelings already enveloping her torso. She bit deeply into her full lower lip as one finger disappeared into her vaginal canal with a wet sucking sound, then reappeared to make flicking, shivering contact with her tiny clitoral bud.
Tod Green stood dumbfounded, breathing heavily as he watched the woman lewdly manipulate her own wet cuntal flesh. His arms hung slack at his sides as he completely forgot to conceal the surging outline of his own growing erection beneath his taut swimsuit. Near the throbbing head of his penis the swimsuit material was wet, dampened by the seepage of his own pre-ejaculate fluids as he feasted his young eyes on Lena's luscious nudity.
Lena noted that wetness and the throbbing bulge beneath, and moved closer to Tod, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, eyes glassy with lust. She slid her naked arms once more around his neck and thrust her nude body against his torso, smothering his confused whimper with a deep soul kiss. Her hips ground fiercely forward against the pulsating bulge of his erection, sending spasmodic jolts of erotic pleasure shooting through Tod's body. Her slim fingers roamed at will over his naked chest and back, finally sliding downward to strum lightly across the prominent swell of his rigid penis inside his swim trunks. Tod's body went rigid and quivering at that lascivious touch, and he clenched his fists at his sides, fighting to maintain some remnant of self-control in the bizarre situation.
Lena's nibbling lips and flicking tongue followed the curve of his throat and descended to his naked chest, slowly tracking downward along his body as she sank ever so gradually to her knees in front of Tod. The young boy shivered uncontrollably as her full breasts and stiff nipples tracked downward across his chest and stomach, scraping deliciously along the pulsating length of his erection. He gasped aloud as the woman's fingers hooked into the tight waistband of his trunks and she began to roll the tight garments downward over his narrow hips to strip him totally naked before her eyes.
Tod winced slightly as the material caught and scraped over the sensitive tip of his cock, but the pain was brief, and then the tight trunks were swiftly descending the columns of his legs, to rest in a crumpled little heap about his ankles. He stood naked before the kneeling woman, eyes wide with mingled fright and passion, blushing furiously as her hungry eyes devoured him. His thick penile shaft wobbled straight out from his loins, aiming like a fleshy lance directly toward the young woman's smiling face. Lena could make out the single pearly drop of seminal fluid clinging to the head of his imposing prick.
Lena stretched out her slim hands, enfolding Tod's long cock in her grasp and lovingly stroking its full length until he groaned in lustful passion and rocked slowly backward and forward on the balls of his feet. She moistened her thumbs in the seminal fluid at his prick head and smeared that lubricating along the full length of that rod, until her palms and Tod's penis were slick and glistening with it. His cock was lubricating more freely now, and she felt an answering flow of hot fluid beginning between her trembling thighs as the lustful sights and sensations combined to nearly overwhelm her.
Lena stretched forward, bending slightly at the waist until her large breasts were on a direct level with Tod's lurching penis. She released his cock and cupped her tits in moistened palms, sliding still further forward until his prick was trapped and enveloped by the satin valley between her breasts. She held him there for a long moment, pinned in a velvet vise, and then she began to rock back and forth slowly on her knees, energetically masturbating his cock in a warm artificial vagina.
Tod moaned continuously now, breathing raggedly as he gave himself over entirely to the sweeping erotic sensations of the moment. He felt the churning sperm within his testicles, aching to find explosive release in a mind-shattering orgasm, and he groaned again, willing himself desperately on toward that plateau which formerly existed only in his erotic dreams.
Lena could sense the young boy's approaching climax by means of the sudden swelling and stiffening of his cock. She rocked back quickly on her haunches, seizing his wobbling penis in one hand and pinching tightly, even painfully, at the base of the blood-engorged shaft. Tod cried aloud with surprise and startled pain, looking down to find the naked young woman smiling.
"We don't want you to cum too soon, do we pretty boy?" she asked, her voice husky with passion.
Tod had no answer, and so stood silent before her. Lena waited through what seemed to him an endless moment, until the fierce immediacy of his lust had subsided slightly. Then she ducked forward again, and Tod sighed with welcome relief, eyes closing automatically as he waited for the velvet vise of her fleshy tits to capture his penis once more.
The sudden wet, hot contact of her mouth with his tingling cock flesh brought the boy's eyes snapping open in stunned surprise. He glanced quickly down the length of his nude body, to find Lena lapping contentedly at the purple glans of his surging cock. Her fingers strummed the length of his organ in such a fashion that she reminded him of a clarinet player, and then she gradually began to envelop still more of his needing prick in the warm cavity of her mouth.
Tod thrust his hips impulsively forward, burying his eager cock deeper in her oral cavity, until the blunt glans nudged against the back of her throat. Lena overcame a brief choking sensation, then smiled to herself as she confirmed that the young lad was firmly within her power. She sucked and licked more forcefully at his throbbing pole of genital flesh, feeling that hot shaft swell and lengthen noticeably within the milking confines of her mouth.
Once again Tod felt himself teetering on the very brink of orgasm, and Lena, too, detected those oncoming spasms of pleasure with her ultra-sensitive tongue. Once more she withdrew her stimulating caress, pinching off the base of his cock to thwart the eruption of his sperm and prolong their mutual enjoyment.
Lena rocked backward into a sitting position, still holding Tod's cock tightly in one hand, and then lowered herself slowly until she was lying stretched out on her back upon the cool grass. Tod was forced to follow her, tugged along inexorably as she used his cock like the pull-handle of a child's little red wagon. She maneuvered him skillfully into the V formed by her widespread legs, letting the boy feast his eyes upon the moist flesh exposed there before tugging more insistently on his penis and bringing him closer.
"Fuck me," she commanded breathlessly, her hips all the while undulating in a lewd simulated fucking motion. "Fuck my pussy. I need some cock right now!"
Tod could not answer. In fact, he was having some trouble just breathing, but the insistent tugging of her hand upon his inflamed cock and the cooing words of her lustful command spurred him on, prompting him to lower himself into a prone position over the young woman's naked torso. Her hands guided his pulsing cock into the first searing contact with her wet cuntal flesh, and then nature and instinct took over, and he was driving his hips forward to hilt his rampaging penis in the silky depths of her vagina.
Lena had excited herself almost to the explosion point with her own lewd masturbation and her manual and oral assaults upon the boy's ripe young body. Now, with his penis ramming into her pussy and his pubic bone buffeting against the sensitive nub of her tiny clit, she climaxed almost at once, a rending, ripping, seemingly endless orgasm that rocked and confulsed her supple torso and sent her frenzied mind reeling to the verge of unconsciousness.
Tod gasped and arched his back as the woman went berserk beneath him. Her fingernails clawed at his back and dug into his buttocks, striving to force his penis ever deeper inside her cunt. The internal muscles of her pussy milked at his skewering cock demandingly, jangling every nerve in his taut body as they sucked and tugged upon his pulsing genital flesh. The woman's passionate orgasmic cries filled his youthful ears and mind.
It was enough and more than enough to send Tod himself over that indefinable brink and plunge him downward into the swirling abyss of carnal ecstasy. His spine arched, head thrown back and mouth yawning in a soundless scream of pleasure, he hammered his pelvis ruthlessly against the woman's widespread crotch, driving his exploding prick to the hilt with every fierce stroke. Wet slurping sounds of animalistic sex filled the shady glen as he pounded her body with his own, skewering his cock ever deeper into her with each long pistoning thrust.
Tod felt the boiling caldron of his testicles suddenly overflow, the creamy white sperm erupting from the blunt tip of his cock to blanket the inside of Lena's cunt and womb in long, spouting jets of cum. The added stimulation of that wet invasion seemed to dispatch the woman on yet another round of convulsions and screams, and the young couple rolled there on the grass, locked together in the rictus of passion, until they were both totally spent and collapsed semi-conscious in each other's arms.
A nagging voice of doubt and guilt spoke up from the rear of Tod Green's hazy brain, but it was quickly lost amid the pleasurable sensations sweeping over his body in those post-orgasmic moments. He was no longer a virgin, and somehow he instinctively knew that whatever else happened on that bizarre weekend, his life would truly never again be the same.
CHAPTER 3
"Those kids of yours should be back pretty soon," the cyclist named Luke said. "We'd better get some water up here from the lake and be all ready for them."
Blake Green rose immediately, but the chief biker motioned for him to sit back down, turning toward Evelyn and crooking a finger as he beckoned her to rise.
"Little mama can fetch the water," Luke drawled. "I wanna keep a close eye on papa."
Evelyn rose shakily to her feet, her face wearing a pinched expression of worry. She had changed out of the revealing robe and into a blouse and slacks, but she still felt very uneasy in the presence of the grubby-looking bikers. Blake's apparent compliance with their every demand did not make her feel any better, although she grudgingly admitted to herself that there was little or nothing he could do, outnumbered and unarmed.
Luke gestured toward the tallest of the outlaw bikers, crooking an arm and pointing vaguely toward where Evelyn stood. "Tiny, you keep mama company. And make sure she doesn't accidentally get lost or something on the way back, eh?"
The one called Tiny giggled in an oddly high-pitched voice and turned to face Evelyn, jerking a commanding thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the lake. Evelyn glanced toward Blake and he nodded cryptically to her, urging her not to offend these potentially violent savages in any way. She forced a weak smile in response and picked up the alimunum pail they used to bring water to the camp. Turning from the others, she began striding across the meadow toward the lake, with the hulking Tiny keeping pace at her side. Blake watched her go with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It took Tiny and Evelyn five minutes to cross the gently sloping meadow, and they covered the ground in stony silence. After passing through a narrow screen of trees they found themselves virtually on the shore of a long oval lake, perhaps a mile long and half a mile wide at the broadest point. The blue-green water rippled softly in the morning breeze, and Evelyn was struck as always by the beauty of that forest scene.
Tiny's voice jarred Evelyn suddenly out of her reverie, bringing her immediately back to harsh reality. "It's hard to believe you got two kids," he said admiringly. "You got a great body."
Evelyn blushed furiously and muttered quiet thanks for the unwelcome compliment, desperately striving to change the subject and control the situation. "We'd better get back to camp with that water," she said.
"No rush," the giant of a man replied. "Luke won't be expectin' us back for a half hour or so."
An alarm bell began clanging in the back of Evelyn's worried mind. "What?" she asked quickly, "Why not?"
The cyclist grinned his wordless answer, advancing toward her with slow, almost lumbering steps. Evelyn panicked, hurling the aluminum bucket at his head and attempting to dodge around him toward the trees. Tiny batted the pail aside with one arm as if it had been a pesky fly and lunged at her, grabbing her by one arm and flinging her about, propelling her in front of him and back toward the barrier of the lake.
Evelyn stumbled, reeling and losing her footing on the slick muddy ground. She plunged backward into the shallow water at the lake's edge, raising a splash as she sank briefly under the surface before bobbing up again. She scrambled quickly though awkwardly to her feet, facing the cyclist from her position, ankle-deep in the water.
"Please," she said imploringly, her voice tearful. "Please leave me alone."
"You'll catch cold standing there in the water," he said by way of reply, smiling broadly as he beckoned her out again onto the shore.
She emerged from the lake gingerly, conscious of the biker's eyes traveling over her body like a physical caress. She glanced downward, and gasped as she saw that the dunking she had taken had plastered her blouse and slacks against her flesh like a second skin. She blushed again and shivered slightly in the cool-breeze, her nipples stiffening involuntarily from the cold and spiking outward, plainly visible through the soaked material of her thin blouse and lacy little brassiere.
"You oughta get out of those wet things," the man snickered. "You could catch your death." As he spoke, he began to move toward her with menacing strides.
Again Evelyn tried to evade him and again she failed. Tiny grabbed her by one arm and whipped her about, laughing deep in his throat as he wrestled with the panicky woman. She kicked out at him, her foot grazing his thigh, and he responded suddenly with a vicious backhand smash to the face which sent her reeling, stunned, onto the moist ground. Evelyn lay there, dazed, ears ringing with the force of the blow, as Tiny advanced upon her and knelt beside her.
"Don't ever try to play rough with me, lady," he growled in warning. "You're way outta your league, and you can't even begin to compete."
Evelyn cringed away from him as he reached out for her, weeping softly, the moist tears staining her pale cheeks. "Please," she sobbed raggedly. "Don't hurt me. Please."
"I don't plan on hurtin' ya," Tiny assured her with a lewd smile. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up having a real nice time."
The cyclist's fingers were fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, but the wet material seemed to stick tenaciously to itself, frustrating him and making him angry. At last he seized the material in both hands and ripped violently, tearing the tiny buttons off and scattering them on the ground around him, flinging back the material to reveal Evelyn's full breasts in the tight, wet cups of her white lacy bra.
Tiny feasted his eyes on that lustful sight, licking his lips openly as he stared at the tiny pink nipples peeking through the soaked material of Evelyn's brassiere. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the biker stretched out one hand to cup one of Evelyn's ripe tits through the wet bra, slowly stroking and massaging that orb of pliant flesh with lust-inciting strokes. Evelyn cringed and trembled at the first touch of the lecherous cyclist's calloused hand upon her secret flesh.
Tiny was not satisfied for long with simply petting Evelyn's tits through the confining barrier of her flimsy bra. He hooked the fingers of one big hand down the valley between her breasts, hauling upward sharply on the elastic material so that she was lifted partially from the ground before the material ripped and fell away, dropping her back to earth with jolting suddenness. Tiny brushed the ruined halves of her bra aside with a brisk impatient gesture, revealing the full orbs of her tits in all their naked glory before his eyes.
Evelyn Green sobbed fitfully, her breasts bobbing and wobbling with the exertion, her stiff little cherry nipples jiggling hypnotically before Tiny's hungry eyes. The biker stretched out his hands, cupping and fondling those pliant orbs, first gently and then ever more forcefully as he was locked in the grip of mounting sexual arousal. His coarse palms slid slowly over Evelyn's heaving breast flesh, provoking a shudder of loathing that combined with her sobs to wrack her naked torso. Tiny centered her stiff little nipples in his big palms and rotated his hands tauntingly, forcing a reluctant groan of mingled pain and budding arousal from Evelyn's taut lips.
The strange shivers which wracked Evelyn's body both confused and frightened her. My God, she thought to herself, I simply can't be getting aroused by this savage. I can't! It's impossible! And yet, she was grudgingly forced to admit in her own mind that the gooseflesh breaking out on her arms and trembling thighs was not entirely due to fright at her captive situation. The continuous manipulation of her super-sensitive breasts had undeniably sparked a sympathetic tingling reaction in the warm, moist furrow of her secret little pussy.
Tiny was breathing heavily, leaning closer over Evelyn as he continued to milk and massage her vibrant tits. Suddenly his head ducked forward, and his hot mouth enveloped the spiking bud of one cherry nipple, inhaling it into the warm moistness of that oral cavern. He gripped the tingling bud firmly between his front teeth, prompting a startled cry of pain from Evelyn. That pain was quickly assuaged, however, as his darting tongue began to flick and lap at the sensory nub of her nipple, circling tauntingly about the rosy ring of her little areola. Evelyn brought her hands up defensively, fingers tangling in his hair to tug his face away from her tit, but he only tightened the fierce grip of his teeth, wringing another sob of pain from her throat. Resignedly, she let her limp arms fall back to her sides, surrendering for the moment to that lewd oral rape of her sensitive breast flesh.
An unaccountable ringing had started in Evelyn's ears as she lay there on the cool grass, with the tall biker leaning over her and sucking her tingling nipple. He shifted his mouth to the other breast now, slavering and licking his way across the ivory orb until his mouth fastened upon that nipple in turn. At the same time, his hands slid tauntingly down the length of her slowly writhing abdomen to the front fastening of her slacks, fingers busy there as he fought to open her garments and reach inside.
"No. Please, no," Evelyn sobbed weakly, all the while grinding her ripe buttocks downward into the grass as she sought to escape those busy fingers rummaging about her waist and crotch. It was to no avail, and after a moments effort he was unbuttoning the catch at the waist of her pants and swiftly lowering the zipper, its soft purring noise incredibly loud in Evelyn's frightened ears.
Tiny lifted his head and face away from Evelyn's tingling breasts, rocking back on his haunches as he concentrated on the task of finally stripping her entirely naked. His clawed fingers hooked into the now-loose waistband of her slacks, catching likewise in the elastic band of the bikini panties she wore underneath. Slowly, inexorably, he began to roll those protective garments downward over the firm swell of her hips, fighting Evelyn's feeble efforts to resist her own undressing. He hauled upward on the garments, forcibly lifting her ass-cheeks off the ground so that he could continue sliding the tight slacks and panties downward along her body and toward the firm columns of her thighs.
Evelyn felt the cool morning air wash over the now-exposed flesh of her belly and loins. Another ragged sob was forced from her throat at the very idea of her being totally nude in front of this lecherous, hungry savage who was her immediate captor. Her head lolled weakly from side to side, and she felt herself almost trapped in the grip of a waking nightmare which had no end.
Tiny let out a little gasp of mingled lust and admiration as the furred triangle of Evelyn's blond pubic hair came into view for the first time. He licked his lips noisily, peering closer until he could make out the pink, pouting lips of her tiny secret cunt nestled there beneath the gentle curls of her cuntal forest. The sight produced a familiar tightness in the crotch of his faded jeans, and he smiled as he felt his hungry penis lurching into instant readiness and erection.
The lecherous cyclist hurriedly finished his chore of stripping Evelyn, skimming the slacks and panties along her unresisting legs and flinging them away into the underbrush to one side. With a growl of undisguised lust he pounced upon her, burying his hungrily working mouth and lips in the soft flesh of her flat little stomach.
Evelyn gasped in shock at that unexpected oral assault. Strange tremors of totally unfamiliar arousal raced through her curvaceous torso as she experienced the sensations of Tiny's licking, lapping tongue upon her naked body. His mouth was slowly working its way downward, homing inevitably on the furrow of her secret little cunt, and the thought of what the lewd biker obviously intended for her was almost more than Evelyn could bear.
Christ, she thought anxiously, he's going to kiss and suck my pussy! Not even her husband had ever been able to do that, although he had tried on several occasions. Evelyn had simply been raised to believe that all such activities were "bad" and "dirty." When Blake had tried oral sex with her she had frozen up and pushed him forcibly away. The very thought that she would now be forced inescapably to accept the same perverted treatment was almost enough to make her faint dead away by itself.
Tiny's mouth was almost at the upper fringe of her curly pubic hair now, his lips nibbling teasingly about the edges of that downy triangle until Evelyn's hips squirmed involuntarily in a release of erotic tension and anticipation. She wondered fearfully what it would really be like to feel a man's mouth, lips and tongue down there.
The first touch of Tiny's lips and tongue upon her pussy lips themselves took Evelyn totally by surprise, stunning her with shooting little jolts of electrifying pleasure. Her spine arched convulsively, bringing her body upward off the ground, involuntarily jamming her hot loins tighter against the lewd biker's slavering mouth.
Tiny lapped and sucked at Evelyn's outer pussy lips, running his pink tongue tip along the outline of her vaginal slit with light, teasing, flicking strokes that seemed to drive her wild with sexual frenzy. Evelyn's pulse pounded heavily in her ears and her head was reeling as she was cast adrift on a sea of hitherto unknown sensual experiences and sensations. Her heels dug deeply into the soft turf, and the muscles and tendons of her legs stood out like taut iron bands as she strained, fighting internally against the primitive urges and emotions within her.
She was losing, and she knew it. Already she was unable to fully control her pelvic muscles, unable to prevent her full womanly hips from moving in a lewd little fucking rhythm all their own. Her hips bucked slightly up and down, forcing her sizzling vaginal slit into closer conjunction with the hungry mouth of her lustful captor, giving Evelyn herself new jolts of forbidden delight with each new stroke of the biker's lapping tongue.
Tiny brought both of his big hands into the lewd action, prying Evelyn's pussy lips apart to expose the moist coralline flesh hidden within, allowing his lips and tongue unrestricted access to that most secret part of her womanly anatomy. A new tremor of passion rocked Evelyn, and she was forced to gasp aloud with shocked delight, as the cyclist's tongue circled rapidly around the rubbery little mouth of her vaginal canal, then moved on to flick dazzlingly across the stiffening pleasure bud of her tiny clitoris.
Evelyn felt that she must surely faint under the onslaught of the multiple erotic sensations even then sweeping her firm body. She had never imagined such intense pleasure to be possible from her lovemaking with Blake, and certainly not from her own lewd masturbation on the occasions when she failed to climax with her husband. Now, it seemed almost that the sexually repressed housewife was being involuntarily introduced to new vistas and plateaus of erotic feeling, each more dizzying than the last, and she found herself, to her horror and humiliation, loving every lewd second of it.
Evelyn Green began to moan rhythmically and constantly, tiny mewling cries of pleasure escaping from her lips as her head lolled limply from side to side. Her clawed fingers dug deeply into the earth at her sides as she fought a losing battle against the fierce passion which was rapidly engulfing her. At last she could bear no more, and with a loud sob of surrender she tangled her fingers in the cyclist's matted hair, tugging his avidly working mouth tighter against the steamy furrow of her cunt.
It was the signal of capitulation which Tiny had been waiting for. To Evelyn's great amazement and frustration, he immediately twisted out of her grasp, breaking the oral contact with her cunt as he rocked back on his haunches to regard her through lust-narrowed eyes. Evelyn stared up at him from her place on the ground, her hips still doing their instinctive little pirouette of passion, her wet cunt fully exposed now to his eyes.
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a whispery, befuddled voice. "Why did you stop?"
Tiny laughed lewdly, deep in his throat. "It's time for you to get some real cock, lady, and right now!"
The import of the biker's words snapped Evelyn back to instant reality, but she found herself strangely unable to move from where she lay, almost hypnotized as she watched Tiny unfasten his jeans and peel them slowly down over his hips. She gasped in shock as his massive penis sprang into full view, rigidly erect and pulsing with blood, a milky drop of semen gleaming at the cyclopic eye of his purple glans.
"No . . . you can't," Evelyn stammered, shaking her head like a woman in a daze, which in fact she was.
"You'd be surprised at what I can do," Tiny assured her, moving swiftly at the same time so that he was kneeling directly between her widespread thighs. His looming meaty prick waved above her naked torso like some evil magician's magic wand.
Evelyn collapsed backward upon the grass as Tiny began to stroke and fondle her trembling naked body with his big hands. She went limp inside as the raging erotic sensations within her finally won out over the small fires of common sense and loyalty to her husband which nagged at the back of her reeling mind. As Tiny used one hand to further stimulate and manipulate his own rigid cock flesh, Evelyn watched in fascination, like a bird watching the approaching serpent.
Tiny guided his cock head forward into burning contact with the trapped housewife's pussy flesh. Slowly, agonizingly, the biker traced his blunt glans along the furrow of her cunt, taking special care to circle and taunt the now-rigid nub of her flaming clitoris. Evelyn was lost, adrift in a fantasy world all her own, writhing and moaning helplessly on the cool grass as he played her cunt like a virtuoso violinist.
Tiring of the game, and urged on by his own mounting lust, Tiny shifted positions, bringing his cockhead into direct alignment with the opening of Evelyn's tight little vagina. The broad tip of his prick prodded against that rubbery opening, and then he thrust his hips forward, skewering the writhing woman in one powerful, impaling stroke.
Evelyn's entire body arched upward off the ground in a spasm that was now more pain than pleasure. Her teeth clenched, and every muscle in her body was taut and straining as she cried out in pain at the forceful invasion of her little cunt.
"Stop it!" she cried piteously. "You're hurting me!"
Tiny said nothing, too intent on his own pleasure now as he fucked into the elastic channel of her pussy with regular, rhythmic strokes. He wheezed and gasped as he felt the tight walls of her vagina clinging to his cock on the out-strokes, and rippling ahead of his powerful thrusts on the in-strokes. He was rapidly reaching the verge of his orgasmic explosion, and he fucked into her all the more rapidly, willing her to join him on that dazzling plateau in spite of herself.
Evelyn was surprised to find that the pain of his initial entry subsided almost at once, as her feminine lubrication increased and the walls of her cunt relaxed enough to accommodate his pistoning prick. She began to accept his rape of her cunt now, rudely brushing aside thoughts of Blake and the adulterous act to which she was submitting, thinking only of herself in that blazing moment, and fighting upward toward the pinnacle of passion which she so seldom reached any more with her spouse.
Tiny sensed the woman's grudging cooperation and fucked into her cunt with increasingly powerful, driving strokes. The sperm was churning violently in the cistern of his testicles, and he knew that it would only be moments, perhaps seconds, before he attained that blissful pinnacle and plunged headlong into the dark vortex beyond.
Tiny's orgasm hit him like a nuclear explosion, wracking his entire massive body with convulsions and prompting him to hammer his hips against Evelyn's widespread crotch with fanatical zeal. His creamy white sperm erupted from his cock in searing waves, blanketing the interior of the housewife's cunt and setting off the chain-reaction detonation of her own impending climax.
"JJJeeeeeeesssssssuuuuusssss!! ! ! " Evelyn Green sobbed as she reached shattering orgasm, "IIIIII-mmmmmmmmm ccccuuuummmmmmmmiiiiii-nnnnnngggggg!! ! GGGGGGGGGGooooooooooooo-dddddddddd!! ! ! "
Her pussy locked tight around Tiny's pumping cock, seizing that pole of flesh as she rolled and writhed in spasm after spasm of erotic release.
Lights flashed and spun behind the lids of her tightly-shut eyes, and she moaned non-stop into the hollow of his shoulder. All thoughts of shame and adultery were gone, erased by the scalding flood of Tiny's sperm, as Evelyn gave herself over totally to the searing passion of the moment.
* * *
Blake Green glanced nervously at his watch and cursed softly. It concerned him that his wife and children had all been gone for so long in the company of these savage strangers. Blake was worried about what might happen, since all of them seemed so helpless at times without his support and guidance. He felt a sudden and tremendous need to be away from those cyclists, to gather his thoughts and form some plan of action to help them all before it was too late.
Luke and his companions raised no objections when Blake got to his feet and ambled slowly to his tent. They had, of course, searched the tent already for weapons, and they knew only too well that they had nothing to fear from him as long as he remained in there. Broodingly, he sat down in silence upon the sleeping pallet he shared with his wife and began almost hopelessly to search for a solution to their predicament.
He had sat there, lost in thought, for perhaps five minutes when he was startled by the rustling of the front tent flaps. He looked up quickly, expecting Luke or the other male biker, ordering him out of the tent where they could watch him more closely. Instead, he was surprised to find himself facing the second of the two women who rode with the gang, this one a willowy brunette with hair reaching to her waist. He had heard the men refer to her several times as Myrna.
"You need some company, man?" Myrna asked, a strangely consoling note in her voice.
Blake shrugged, keeping silent and watching her intently as she slid into a sitting position close to him. He avoided her penetrating stare as he took the opportunity to look her over and try to gauge her intentions.
Myrna was tall for a woman, at least five foot nine, but slender at the same time, without being painfully thin. Blake's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the ripe swelling curves of her breasts and hips, and he sucked in his breath in surprise as he noted that she obviously wore no bra beneath the fringed leather vest that was her only clothing from the waist up. As she leaned on one hand, swaying slightly toward him, the vest gapped open, held in front only by two leather thongs, and revealed the milky flesh of one full breast almost to her nipple. Blake repressed a shudder as he felt himself involuntarily responding to the sight of that exposed female flesh. He felt his penis slowly stiffening toward erection.
"I thought you might like some company," the woman repeated. "You looked kind of lonely sitting in here all by yourself." She smiled slightly as she spoke, and Blake was unable to ignore a definite suggestive tone in her soft voice.
"I'm fine," he assured her brusquely, shrugging off the lewd images which sprang unhidden into his mind.
"I'll just bet you are, man," she said huskily, resting her palm lightly upon his thigh at the same time and sliding it ever so slowly upward toward his crotch.
Blake stiffened, saying nothing as she continued the feathery caress of his inner thigh. He set his jaw and clenched his teeth, waiting, determined to resist her every advance, until her light fingertips made actual contact with the budding swell of his erection beneath the material of his slacks. Blake blushed furiously as she idly stroked and fondled the hidden outline of his prick, teasing her fingernails around the blunt mound of his glans and tickling along the entire ever-growing length of that genital shaft.
"You got yourself quite a tool there, baby," she breathed admiringly. "I'll bet your old lady really feels lucky, huh?"
Blake Green almost laughed aloud at that, thinking unavoidably of the sexual problems he had been having with his wife for the past six months, and of the frustrating scene which had been enacted in that very tent mere moments before the bikers made their thundering approach.
"Yeah," the woman continued, speaking almost to herself. "Your old lady's real lucky to have a stud like you with a cock that size. I'll bet there's more than enough to go around."
Blake turned his gaze to the woman at his side, mentally fighting and losing in the effort to control his rampantly lurching penis. Myrna could plainly sense that he was falling under her erotic spell, judging by the ever-growing length and rigid thickness of the cock trapped in her stroking palm.
Blake Green swallowed hard, unable to suppress a twinge of disappointment and frustration as the young woman withdrew her stroking hand suddenly from his crotch. She rose to her knees in one fluid motion, moving closer beside him until the ripe swell of her mounding tits were on a direct level with his sweating face. Her eyes locked with his and held his gaze as her slender fingers slowly rose to her chest, und began toying with the thong fastenings which held her vest together in front.
One of those thongs came suddenly undone under the fiddling of her agile digits, and the natural swell of her tits forced the soft leather vest to gap even further open in front. The milky orbs of Myrna's tits were now almost fully exposed to Blake's slitted eyes, with only the rosy nipples and the under curve of each ripe cone still concealed by the sagging vest. Blake felt a sudden tightness in his throat, accenting the mounting erotic tension in his swelling penis and balls.
Myrna casually untied the remaining fastening of her vest, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head at the same time as if she was about to yawn. The deliberate action forced her garment to fall completely away from the ripe mounds of her breasts, and the milky orbs suddenly thrust proudly forward toward Blake's face, the already-stiffening nipple buds aiming directly at him like tiny pointing fingers. Blake gasped at the sight of that luscious female nudity so suddenly and provocatively displayed before his hungry eyes.
Myrna glanced down at her own naked breasts, and then her eyes met Blake's, her face wearing an expression of complete innocence and naivete. The pink tip of her tongue flicked cautiously across her moist lips as she arched her back again, thrusting her large tits further forward until the cherry nipples were less than six inches from Blake's reddening face.
'This vest makes me itch," Myrna said casually, bringing her hands up at that moment to cup and fondle her breasts, thumbs and forefingers going to work avidly upon the lengthening nubs of her little nipples. Blake watched, enchanted, as those little pleasure nodes stiffened noticeably under the manual stimulation.
"Wouldn't you like to scratch them for me?" she asked coyly, reaching down to lift one of his hands and place it upon the naked mound of her left breast. She arched her back again, writhing her upper torso in such a manner that the stiff little nipple ground erotically into the center of Blake's palm. He felt new beads of perspiration bursting out on his forehead, and his other hand was suddenly rising involuntarily, as if with a mind and life of its own, to cup Myrna's other breast and join in the lustful, milking rotary massage of her firm mammary flesh.
The young woman sighed and groaned deep in her throat, making appreciative little sounds as she grabbed Blake's hands in hers, pressing his greedy fingers all the more tightly into her pliant breast flesh. Then her hands slid forward to tangle in his dark hair, pulling his reddened face tight into the lush valley between her mounding tits and holding him there.
Blake felt suddenly dizzy, and there was an inexplicable ringing in his ears. Experimentally, he let the tip of his tongue flick gingerly out and swipe wetly across the hot inner curve of one big breast. Myrna's reaction was sudden and emphatic, as she clutched his face tighter against her flesh and sighed deep in her throat, a little tremor of sensual delight wracking her slender frame.
Encouraged, Blake allowed his lips and tongue to become more adventurous, wandering at will across the smooth, soft hills of the young woman's naked tits. He experienced a passing sensation of guilt as he thought briefly of his wife, but the feeling was quickly washed away by the sea of new and unexpected sensations which were enveloping him.
Blake brought his hands up behind Myrna, sliding palms and fingertips teasingly along her back, then cupping her firm buttocks through her jeans and tugging her body tighter against him. He devoured her tits, little lustful growls working their way from his straining throat as he inhaled and slavered over great mouthfuls of succulent breast flesh. First one rigid nipple and then the other was sucked into the churning, super-heated cavern of his mouth, pinned there by his teeth and lashed into an erotic frenzy by his dancing, jabbing tongue. Myrna seemed to be going insane in his grasp, writhing and undulating, groaning out little mewling cries of desire as she lost herself in the storm of emotion she herself had precipitated.
Suddenly, without warning, she was squirming out of Blake's passionate embrace and rocking back on her haunches. Hands on his shoulders, she was shoving the bewildered man backward until he lay flat on his back, watching her intently through curious eyes.
She bent over him, fingers flying busily over the fastenings of his jeans until she had opened them and splayed the restraining material aside. She fished one hand inside his tight jockey shorts, hauling his rigid penis outward into the full light of day and stroking it teasingly with her fingers until it stood at attention, jutting upward from his loins like a miniature flagpole. Blake ground his teeth together and writhed helplessly, totally at her mercy in his unwillingness to break the spell of that erotic moment.
Satisfied with the condition of Blake's surging cock, Myrna jumped to her feet and quickly wiggled out of her own jeans and clinging bikini panties. Blake gaped in awe at the dark triangle of her pubic hair looming above him, and the succulent little pussy lips nestled there at the junction of her flat belly and impossibly long, firm legs. He waited with baited breath, certain that she was about to lower that steamy little cunt onto the shaft of his cock. Already he could feel the reservoir of his cum boiling and stirring in his testicles.
Myrna surprised him greatly as she lowered herself into a kneeling position not over his rigid loins, but over his face. She crouched there, facing down his body toward the lighthouse of his cock, with her tender cunt splayed and poised directly above his mouth and nose. Blake examined and instantly memorized every detail of her luxuriant crotch with his hungry eyes, picking out the tiny bud of her clit and the puckered little hairless ring of her asshole, following the furred slit of her vaginal lips from beginning to end.
Myrna stroked and fondled his naked cock with light, feathery strokes, all the while splaying her thighs further apart and gradually lowering her cunt on top of Blake's face. After a long moment, those moist pussy lips pressed against his mouth and nose, and she lay prone along his body as she quickly enveloped the head of his cock in her own ravenous young mouth.
Blake arched his back and groaned inwardly at that incredibly lustful sensation. Her warm lips and darting tongue devoured his rod, lapping along its full length and paying particular attention to the sensory nerves of his blunt purple glans. He felt that he must be going insane as her hands joined the game, gently tickling his turgid penis and sliding downward to cup and fondle the heavy spheres of his lust-bloated testicles.
Timidly, cautiously, Blake let his own tongue flick outward to make jarring contact with the moist coralline flesh of Myrna's hot little cunt. Her trim young body was wracked by an immediate tremor of passion, and her hips ground downward, forcing her slit into ever closer conjunction with his mouth.
Blake Green worked more avidly at his task now, sliding his hot tongue along the full length of Myrna's cuntal furrow. He swirled that tongue about the tiny puckered opening of her vaginal canal, then moved on to lap teasingly at the sensory node of her stiffened little clitoris. Myrna reciprocated with even more energetic sucking and licking along the feverish rod of Blake's surging, rampant prick.
Blake became more self-assured, more adventurous, now biting and gnawing with gentle savagery at the pouting lips and moist inner lining of Myrna's pussy. He drank down the hot feminine secretions emanating from her splayed loins, savoring the heady female aroma and flavor of that earthly love potion. He noted the rhythmic clenching and relaxing of the taut muscles in Myrna's thighs and buttocks as she established an artificial fucking rhythm, pumping her loins deliberately and seductively against his face as he sucked her off.
Emboldened by her ready acceptance of what his own wife had always considered "dirty" and "perverted," Blake brought both of his hands into the play. He seized the firm cheeks of Myrna's ass and pried them ruthlessly apart, fully exposing the puckered ring of her rubbery anal sphincter to his gaze. Without hesitation or warning, he stabbed his stiffened tongue forward, making a jarring bull's eye on that anal ring, and provoking a new spasm of sexual convulsions from the young woman laboring over him.
"Oh God, yes!! That's good!! ! " she cried, not bothering to lower her voice in the slightest. For an instant Blake was terrified that one of both of the bikers from outside might burst in upon them and explode in a jealous frenzy, but the fear was suddenly banished as Myrna's sucking mouth fastened once more upon his pulsating penis.
Blake lapped and sucked avidly at her cringing little anus, taking alternate swipes with his tongue along the wet furrow of her pussy. The young woman seemed to be on the verge of some inner eruption, and Blake knew by the familiar tightness of his own crotch that his own orgasm was not far off either.
As if sensing the man's impending explosion, Myrna suddenly withdrew her lips from the fleshy rod of his penis, clenching her fist tightly about the base of that shaft at the same instant. Blake gasped in surprised pain, then recognized her motivation and responded by seizing a ferocious mouthful of cuntal flesh between his teeth, shaking and worrying that tender meat with lips and tongue.
"Jesus, wait!" Myrna cried out, her entire body wracked with sensual tremors and convulsions in the face of that unexpected assault. "Wait!! Oh, God!! ! "
Suddenly she broke away from him, twisting and hopping froglike until she had reversed her position upon his body. Now her hot, sizzling cunt was directly above the turgid pole of his cock, poised and ready for the downward lunge that would impale her. She hesitated for a long second, her flushed face hovering above him, eyes tightly shut, panting breath wheezing through clenched teeth.
Blake took the initiative again as she hesitated, suddenly slamming his pelvis upward in a skewering, pistoning stroke that buried his cock to its hilt in the steamy tunnel of Myrna's pussy. She screamed out loud in shock and a mixture of pain and pleasure, her back arching and breasts thrusting proudly outward as that massive prick impaled her tender loins.
She reacted almost at once, thrusting her own hips and pelvis downward, riding Blake like some great stallion as she forced his ass back against the ground and squirmed her widespread pussy tighter against his pubes. She writhed and bounced, once more in complete control now, her internal cuntal muscles milking and sucking at his tingling shaft like a masturbating fist inside a hot velvet glove. Blake fucked fiercely upward into her eager cunt, each thrust jarring her taut body and filling the tent with wet, sucking sounds of animalistic fucking.
All thoughts of Evelyn were washed away by the fluid heat emanating from Myrna's cunt and Blake's own plunging, driving penis. The young woman was panting and pumping, clutching at her own breasts with frenzied fingers, cruelly twisting and tweaking at the nipples as she drove herself and her partner onward toward the ultimate explosion of orgasm.
Blake's feverish hands shot out, seizing Myrna's taut young breasts, kneading and twisting those ripe spheres until she cried out with pleasure/pain and threw her head back, dark hair flailing in a shimmering halo about her face. Every muscle and tendon in the young woman's body stood out beneath her tawny flesh, rippling like ocean waves as she put her entire heart and being into the sexual intensity of the moment.
Blake felt his climax coming at him like a tidal wave, beginning with a tight, churning sensation in his testicles and then detonating like a bomb between his thighs, sending electric skyrockets racing the length of his taut spine to explode at the base of his skull. His body arched upward off the ground like an archer's bow, his rigid penis driving deeper into Myrna's pussy as his hips took up a tempo of blur speed, hammering her widespread crotch with fierce determination and intensity. Scalding gouts of steamy white cum erupted from the purple head of his prick, blanketing the hot interior of Myrna's pussy and womb, touching of the reactionary explosion of her own shattering orgasm as that creamy cum spewed into her body.
"Aaaauuuugggghhhh!! ! " she half-groaned, half-shouted, head thrown back, white-knuckled fingers clawing at her own stiffened nipples. "IIII'mmmm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!! ! "
She gave herself to the moment completely, joining Blake on that sunny plateau from which there are no more heights to scale, her pelvis pumping madly and tits bobbing crazily as her entire body convulsed and exploded in orgasmic release.
She collapsed on top of Blake, her cunt clinging to his rapidly deflating penis in a desperate death grip, their bodies shuddering together in the warm aftershocks of orgasm. They gripped each other tightly, trembling, moaning and sighing, until the fluid peace of sexual afterglow gradually enveloped them and they relaxed slowly, rolling casually apart.
A sound from outside the tent shocked Blake back to instant reality and understanding of his true situation. Evelyn's voice, exchanging some terse comments with the bikers outside as she approached the tent! He leaped to his feet, hurriedly buttoning and zipping his clothing as he stumbled toward the flaps of the tent, his mind already seized by a voracious spasm of adulterous guilt. He swallowed hard, fighting to suppress the chilling sensations within him and banish the memories of Myrna from his mind as he threw back the tent flaps and stepped out into the sunshine.
CHAPTER 4
Blake Green was beginning to blush, overcome by a powerful sensation of guilt as he confronted his wife outside their tent. Suddenly those feelings of guilt and shame vanished however, instantly replaced by anger and dismay as he stared as his disheveled spouse. He clenched his teeth, biting off the words of pain and rage which welled up automatically into his throat.
Evelyn's hair was tangled and badly in need of brushing, although it had been quite neat when she left the camp to look for water. Worse yet were her clothes, all muddy and still damp from her tumble into the lake. All the buttons were missing from her cotton blouse and the tails of that garment were now tied in a crude knot at her waist, in such a manner that the blouse gaped open in front, revealing the inner swell of each creamy breast. Her face was flushed, and she seemed unable or unwilling to meet her husband's gaze directly, preferring to keep her eyes angled toward the ground.
Blake knew, with that certainty which can only possess an outraged husband, that Evelyn and Tiny had found far more than water on their extended hike to the lake. He was sorely tempted to lash out at her, or to fling himself upon the towering cyclist in a fit of rage, and his memory of his own adulterous behavior with Myrna was totally swept away in the heat of that moment of recognition. He had actually taken the first cautious step into that attack movement when several events happened to forestall his action. First, Luke, the gang leader, was stepping swiftly to intercept Blake, his hand sliding toward the butt of his gun, and then, unnoticed and unexpected, the children returned to camp from the woods.
Blake had not seen his children approaching the camp site, but he looked them over now with a cautious eye, anxious for their safety after his own experience and what had apparently befallen Evelyn. He could see no obvious marks of assault on either Tod or Marsha, and both were still dressed in their skimpy swimsuits, but they seemed unusually quiet and somber, keeping their eyes strangely downcast in a manner reminiscent of Evelyn's own behavior. A nagging, indefinable alarm bell began clanging in the back of Blake's mind, interrupted by the harsh voice of the cyclist called Luke.
"Hey," the biker was saying, "Everybody looks awful uptight to me. This is supposed to be a vacation, right? What we all need is some relaxation . . . like a little swim, maybe."
The other cyclists murmured and nodded their agreement to Luke's unexpected suggestion, and a voice at Blake's elbow chiming in with the chorus told him that Myrna had dressed herself and come out of the tent. Evelyn seemed not to have noticed, keeping her eyes downcast all the while.
Blake saw that there was no point in trying to resist the majority rule enforced by Luke's half-concealed gun. "We'll have to change," he said woodenly. "Our suits are here in the tent."
"Get to it man," Luke ordered good-naturedly, gesturing toward the tent with one hand in almost imperial fashion.
Evelyn brushed past Blake and into the tent. He followed her closely and pulled the door flaps shut behind them, loosely knotting the tie-thongs which held the flaps in place. When he turned back into the tent he saw that Evelyn had already begun to undress, shedding her blouse and slacks with numb, leaden motions.
"What the hell happened down there at the lake?" Blake demanded, his voice a harsh, grating whisper. "Where's your bra? What happened!? ! "
"There was nothing I could do, Blake," she said softly, her voice tearful, eyes still averted as she wriggled into her two-piece swimsuit. "I'm sorry Blake, but there was just nothing I could do."
He cursed softly and fluently, balling his own clothing up in wadded heaps and flinging the articles across the narrow tent in a rage. He said nothing more to her as he slid into his own swim trunks, unable to find the words within himself to either comfort or forgive her after she had let the giant biker named Tiny use her body for his own lustful purposes.
When the couple had finished dressing, each draped a towel about their shoulders and then they emerged into the sunlight once more outside the tent. Tod and Marsha instinctively moved closer to their parents in defensive reaction, while the five cyclists stood in a rough semicircle and eyed them with varying degrees of interest, passing hushed comments among themselves about this or that portion of Blake's or Evelyn's anatomy. Then they were moving down across the meadow in a group, with the bikers still circling and herding the Green family along, edging them on to greater speed on their way to the cool lake.
The cluster of people emerged onto the lake shore at a point some thirty yards away from where Evelyn had been forced into unwilling sexual compliance by the towering Tiny. Evelyn was secretly glad that they were not at that place, both for the still-painful memories it inspired, and for the fact that she had been unable to locate her bra after he flung it aside into the underbrush, and she did not want either her husband or one of her children to stumble upon that token of her adultery.
The Greens were herded sheep-like to the water's edge, and were gingerly entering that cool expanse when the bikers began to undress as if on cue. They stripped rapidly out of their tattered vests and faded blue jeans, then doffed their underwear as it became all too apparent that none of them had or intended to wear swimsuits. Only Luke remained dressed and on guard, while even Lena and Myrna, the two biker women, quickly stripped themselves totally naked and dashed giggling into the peaceful lake water.
Blake and his family followed them only reluctantly, after Luke scowled and gestured insistently with his pistol. Secretly, Blake was glad for the chance to enter the water, for the sight of
Myrna's nude body had instantly rekindled the flames of lust in his loins, and he hoped that the cool depths of the lake would either quench those unbidden fires or at least hide the evidence of his budding erection. In the moment before they were partially submerged, he noticed that Tod seemed to be experiencing a similar erotic reaction, while his eyes strayed back and forth from Lena to Myrna, and then back again.
The naked bikers leaped and cavorted about in the lake like some malignant sort of water sprites. Their loud cries and ribald laughter drifted across the water and echoed back again from the screen of trees lining the distant opposite shore. Tiny and the one called Zeke were engaged in an energetic water fight, but Blake noticed that the women and the other cyclist, the one named Breed, seemed more intent on watching and lingering around the members of his family. Again, a warning voice sounded in the rear of his brain, and Blake sensed that the situation about him was rapidly getting out of control. He was tense, on edge, but there seemed to be nothing which he could do to salvage their precarious position.
Blake noticed Lena starting to drift slowly toward his own position, her conical breasts hobbling slightly with the motion of the lake water, but his eyes were forced away from that spectacle of nudity toward the man, Breed, who was even then edging his way toward young Marsha. Breed was floating on his back and paddling with his hands beneath the surface. His long penis, already rigid and erect, thrust up above the surface of the water like a submarine's periscope, wobbling and wavering slightly with each driving stroke of his submerged hands and arms.
Marsha seemed hypnotized by the sight of the naked man and his rearing cock as he approached her slowly. She could not tear her widened young eyes away from the fleshy rod protruding upward above the surface. Breed seemed to be chuckling lewdly as he approached her, taking great pleasure in the way his surging penis riveted her attention. He was actually right in front of her now, bobbing obscenely in the water with his prick jutting and waving right beneath her very nose.
"Leave her alone!" Blake cried, surprised at his own outburst even as the words left his lips.
Breed ignored him, chuckling again, lewdly, deep in his throat, but Luke took notice of Blake's anger and called out from the bank of the lake behind him.
"Cool it dad," he ordered roughly, his voice cold and humorless. "Mind your own fucking business and you might live a while!"
Blake turned to glare coldly at Luke but said nothing in reply, fearing to provoke the armed man any further into what might end as a shooting spree with himself and his family in the role of targets. As he turned, he noticed that Lena was now at his side, mere inches away, only the crystal clear water separating him from the ripe curves of her naked young body. She smiled invitingly, and ran the pink tip of her tongue along her moist lips in a way that reminded him inevitably of the seductive young Myrna.
Blake shook off the budding sensations in his groin and turned back toward his daughter. The cyclist, Breed, was standing upright in the water now, walking along the lake bottom in a slow circle around Marsha. He was feasting his eyes on the firm curves of her teenage body, barely covered as they were in the clinging wet bikini swimsuit. It seemed to Blake that the biker was actually undressing Marsha with his eyes, the lecherous gaze traveling over her tanned flesh like an unclean physical caress.
When Breed was directly behind Marsha, he peered over her shoulder and his eyes locked with those of Blake Green. Breed smiled, a broad, evil smile that seemed to split his hairy face in two like an open wound. Slowly, deliberately, the cyclist took a step forward, toward the girl, and Blake fumed as she jumped and squirmed reflexively. He knew from the bright blush on her cheeks and the widening grin on Breed's face that the man's stiff cock must have nudged its blunt tip against the barely-covered orbs of Marsha's firm young asscheeks.
Before Blake's horrified but helpless eyes, Breed placed his big hands on Marsha's shoulders, slowly stroking the satiny flesh as he crooned soft obscenities into her ear. She continued to blush furiously, but was too frightened to move or attempt any sort of escape. Blake cursed himself mentally as a coward while he stood there, plainly about to witness the defilement of his own flesh and blood.
Breed's casual petting had sloughed the straps of Marsha's tight bikini top downward off her shoulders, letting them hang loose upon her upper arms. A little choking sob escaped from the young girl's throat as the outlaw's hands followed those straps downward, lightly caressing her arms and slowly circling around to the front, fingertips teasing along the line of her collar bone and dipping to trace little paths across the half-submerged upper curve of her ripe young breasts.
Marsha Green shivered uncontrollably at that alien touch upon her sensitive breast flesh. It brought back inescapable memories of her lewd rape and fucking at the hands of Zeke, and the memory of the way she had responded involuntarily to that brutal attack was enough to make her cringe and blush bright crimson in shame. Another tremor of mingled lust and loathing wracked her curvaceous young frame as Breed's hands continued their downward slide, cupping her breasts fully so that the stiffening nipples were pinned in the centers of his rough palms. He began to knead and massage those luscious orbs of tit flesh with lustful milking strokes, and at the same time he buried his mouth against the soft curve of Marsha's throat, planting a series of nibbling, sucking little kisses there until she shivered openly with the first stirrings of unwelcome desire.
A lascivious growl escaped from Breed's throat as he stood there, sucking at Marsha Green's soft neck and manhandling her firm tits. His cock lurched madly with budding desire, and he stepped still closer against her, trapping that pole of rigid flesh in the deep crease between her ass-cheeks and grinding it there with simulated fucking motions of his hips.
Marsha subbed softly, tears streaming down her cheeks to drop into the lake as she felt herself slipping inexorably over the edge into uncontrolled lust once more. Her mind and her upbringing screamed out at her to stop, to control herself, but the searing pleasure to which Zeke had introduced her in the forest was still too fresh in her mind to be denied. She felt her nipples hardening of their own accord, and already she felt the beginning flow of welcoming female lubrication between her tight little pussy lips. Her sobs changed slowly, gradually, into little mewling groans of passion which she could not hide.
Breed sensed his impending victory over the young girl's natural reservations, and so he stepped up his lustful attack. Slowly, tauntingly, he began to worm his fingertips inside the clinging material of her bikini bra, forcing the material downward at the same time. His blunt fingertips reached the rosy areola of her nipples and paused there, stroking and kneading with agonizing slowness until Marsha trembled and squirmed where she stood. Then, with a sudden thrust of his big hands, Breed completely enveloped her ripe young tits, springing the flimsy brassiere so that it fell away entirely, to hang uselessly below her breasts.
Blake growled in fury as he saw the outlaw cyclist crudely fondling and milking his daughter's now-naked tits. And yet, he was shocked and horrified to feel his own cock stiffening at that sight as well. Blake had not seen his daughter naked in several years except for an occasional chance glimpse, and never at all since she had begun to develop her ripe young woman's figure. He stared in awe now at the firm yet pliant cones of her womanly tits, surmounted as they were by the jutting cherry nodes of her twin little nipples. He could see that her nipples were gradually stiffening into full erection beneath the cruel manhandling of her captor, and that sight only further served to fill Blake with twinges of forbidden lust and excitement.
A little cry from his left brought Blake spinning around, and he saw now that Zeke, the biker who had taken Marsha into the woods, now stood close beside his wife and was openly manipulating her breasts with his rough hands. She was sobbing softly, her chest heaving in a mingled spasm of horror and lust as the biker's mouth joined his roaming hands in the ardent exploration of her tits. Zeke's lips fastened upon the ripe upper swell of one breast while his nimble fingers snaked around behind her back, and in the twinkling of an eye he had unfastened her swimsuit top and cast it aside. Blake watched it float some distance away and then sink, his mind becoming strangely detached as he seemed not to see the lewd cyclist ardently sucking and tonguing his wife's rigid nipples into a frenzy of excitement. Already Zeke's hands were beneath the surface of the water, working busily in Evelyn's barely-covered crotch.
Blake turned back to Marsha and gasped suddenly. Through the shimmering depths of the water he could see that she was now completely nude, having been divested of her bikini bottom as well. He could make out the somewhat distorted outline of her swelling hips, and at the juncture of belly and thighs, the wet golden triangle of her pubic hair, partially covered by one of Breed's circling, massaging hands. Marsha's head was thrown back, and she was panting now, little breathless gasps as she felt the last vestiges of self-control slipping from her under that multiple stimulation of her tits and cunt.
Blake's cock gave a sudden lurch at that lascivious sight, straining to be free against the tight, wet material of his swim trunks. As if on signal, Lena stepped close beside him now, one round breast nuzzling against his bare arm and she reached out a hand to ensnare his pulsing penis. Blake stiffened, shocked, wracked by a sudden tremor as her nimble fingers went to work on his surging rod, paying particular attention to the broad, blunt glans. A groan was forced out of Blake's throat as her tightly masturbating hand milked electric jolts of desire from his captive organ, but all the while his wide eyes remained upon his daughter, Marsha, as she writhed with mounting sensual desire in the hands of a total stranger.
"Hey gang," Lena suddenly called out, "Daddy's getting hot on the voyeur scene!" Peals of sadistic laughter greeted her triumphant announcement.
Blake, furious, slapped her cloying hand away from his loins, but she only snickered and replaced it immediately, milking at his prick with ever more demanding strokes as her other hand went to work on the task of stripping off his swim suit. She struggled with that clinging material for several long moments, and then she had it free, snagging briefly on the bulge of his cock before it slid away down the rigid columns of his taut thighs. Blake's cock hobbled free in the water for an instant, and then Lena's milking stroking palm captured it once more, wringing another groan of repressed desire from his throat.
Blake was still watching the spectacle of his daughter and the biker named Breed, when Breed suddenly stood up and locked his gaze with Blake's. A tiny, knowing smile played across his face as his mind was possessed by some evil inspiration. Slowly he released Marsha's tits and pussy, sliding his hands instead beneath her armpits so that, with the natural buoyancy of the water to help him, he was able to lift her slightly off her feet and walk her puppet-fashion toward Blake. The strange couple advanced until they were at arm's length from the gaping father, and then halted, Breed still smiling lasciviously, almost chuckling with glee at whatever his foul idea was.
Marsha's eyes opened slightly, meeting Blake's in a glassy stare that seemed devoid of all recognition, almost as if she were lost in the throes of some mystic trance or drug experience. She moaned slightly, but it was not a sound of pain, but rather passion. At the same moment Breed slid his hands and arms further under her armpits, cupping her breasts in his palms and massaging them idly while Blake looked on, horrified and enthralled.
"You'd like some of this tight little snatch, wouldn't you, dad?" Breed's voice was coarse, gloating as he mouthed the obscene question.
Blake muttered softly, hopelessly, "Shut up, you son of a bitch!"
Breed and Lena laughed together, then the male biker continued. "No reason why you shouldn't cut yourself a slice, pop. Kind of keeping it all in the family, if you get my drift."
Blake felt the cold fury welling up within him, but at the same time there was a definite twinge of sensual longing as he let his eyes travel over his daughter's ripe and inviting young woman's figure. Breed manipulated her firm breasts so that the red nipples were pointing directly at Blake's face, little rigid exclamation points of desire which provoked a churning sensation deep in Blake's crotch. And all the while, Lena's hand was busy, sliding and tickling along the length of his rigid penis, jangling his erotic nerves almost to a fever pitch of desire.
Breed puppet-walked Marsha until she was directly in front of her father, less than a foot away from his jutting prick. Slowly, tauntingly, the cyclist let her slip lower in his arms, sliding slowly backward until the natural buoyancy of the water took over, floating her hips and thighs upward and into jarring contact with her father's pulsing organ. Marsha was almost prone in the water now, all of her nakedness plainly visible through a thin transparent liquid film as she bobbed there an inch beneath the surface. Mewling little cries of unfulfilled passion continued to issue from her throat as Breed continued his firm manipulation of her willing tits.
Lena moved now as if on cue, slipping behind Blake and moving tight against him so that her firm tits nudged against the small of his back, and her thighs were against the back of his legs. She bent briefly, reaching around him on either side until she could grasp one of Marsha's floating ankles in each of her hands, simultaneously pulling the girl's legs wide apart and tugging her forward until the splayed plane of her once virginal little cunt was mere inches from the glans of her father's looming cock.
Blake stared downward, aghast and horrified at what the evil cyclists expected him to do. At the same time, he was forced to admit that his naked daughter did present a most delectable and desirable vision there in the cool water, and his cock gave an involuntary lurch of passion as it bobbled there within reach of her pink little cunt.
Lena pulled more tightly on Marsha's legs, thrusting her torso against Blake's back at the same time so that the loins of father and daughter were nudged inescapably together. Blake stiffened and groaned deep in his throat as the purple glans of his penis made the first searing contact with his own daughter's hot cuntal furrow. Marsha was likewise seized by a writhing spasm of lust, gasping aloud as her father's cock nudged tentatively against the stiffening little pleasure bud of her clit, and then slipped downward to probe at the puckered opening of her vagina itself.
Breed slipped one hand out from under Marsha's armpit and reached quickly forward, seizing one of Blake's hands and hauling it upward to rest on the girl's left tit. Blake stiffened in shock, but he quickly saw that Marsha seemed to welcome that lascivious touch with closed eyes and slightly parted lips, moaning softly with burning desire. Blake left his palm on that ripe breast even after Breed released his wrist, and after a long moment actually ventured to pet and stroke the fleshy orb lightly, sensuously. Marsha groaned louder, her stiff nipple spiking upward into his palm as she squirmed and arched her back to give him greater access.
"Oh yes, please," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Yes, daddy, yes."
Blake could not believe the evidence of his eyes and ears as he watched himself manipulating his own daughter's succulent breasts, and, most incredible of all, listened to her lustful little moans of encouragement. What was happening to his family in their captivity by these evil bikers?? There seemed no time to think of the answer to that question as Blake's mind and senses reeled, nerves jangling and every ounce of his attention centered now upon the undulating body of his naked daughter.
Blake Green continued to squeeze and manipulate his daughter's firm young breasts with one hand, while the other hand drooped hesitantly into the narrow space between their loins. Marsha gasped and twisted in the water as Blake's fingertips made their first exploratory contact with the soft inside of her thighs, sliding slowly, cautiously upward to find the furry plane of her widely splayed cunt. That wet pussy flesh felt incredibly warm to Blake's hands, and he began to stroke and fondle Marsha's tits with an almost paternal gesture, soothing and comforting her with that caress, calming her fears at the same time that his intimate touch upon her secret genital flesh excited them both to a new level of sensuous arousal.
Both Blake and his daughter stiffened as his fingers found the conjuncture of his cock head and her moist vaginal mouth. A whispered plea for more was wrenched from her taut lips even as a preliminary shudder raced through Blake's own trembling body. Slowly he gripped his cock in his left hand, and with taunting, agonizing strokes began to slide its blunt head up and down along the full length of her cringing little vagina.
Marsha stiffened in a rictus of ultimate passion as she received and welcomed that intimate genital caress from her own father. The coming incestuous act was ignored, and the leering cyclists all around them forgotten as she shut her eyes tightly and surrendered at last to the raging flames which now consumed her entire body. The dual stimulations of her father's firm hand taunting her ripe tits and his rigid cock plowing along the slit of her pussy were enough to send her mind reeling through space on a flight of incestuous fantasy from which there was no turning back.
Blake was likewise lost in a sensuous dream world all his own as his daughter's ripe young naked body filled his thoughts and dreams completely. In that stunned moment of time, nothing existed beyond her breasts, belly and crotch, the entire universe of his momentary erotic fixation. He worked his penile head along the channel of her ripe snatch with ever more forceful strokes, strumming her jangling nerves like guitar strings, ringing little cries of passion and delight from her straining throat as he jacked her off. With one tiny part of his reeling mind he realized that Lena had released Marsha's legs and moved to a spectator's place at their side, and that Marsha had now locked her own calves and thighs about his waist, pressing against his tight buttocks with her bare heels as she urged his cock forward toward the ultimate act of lewd incest.
Glancing upward for a moment, Blake found that
Breed had also released Marsha's upper body, allowing her to float freely on the surface of the water, anchored in her position by the scissors grip she maintained about Blake's waist with her strong young legs. Her arms reached outward, upward, beckoning her father to take her in the final embrace of lovers, to plunge his rampant cock into her cunt to the hilt, to skewer her young body with the pulsing shaft of his desire.
Blake surrendered to that beckoning call and to his own passion, releasing her breast and his cock to seize her hips in both of his big hands. He tugged her closer to him, thrusting his hips forward at the same moment, nudging the purple glans of his prick against the puckered tight little mouth of his daughter's almost-virginal cunt.
Marsha groaned and cried out softly in startled pain as the thick girth of her dad's cock wormed the first experimental inch into her hot crotch. There was hurting, reminiscent of Zeke's first searing entry to her pussy, but now the pain subsided more rapidly, quickly giving way to warm sensual pleasure as she consciously fought to relax her own cuntal muscles and accept that penile intrusion. By the time her father thrust his prick home, slapping her taut ass cheeks with the heavy pendulum of his testicles, she was completely relaxed and at ease, ready to accept and enjoy whatever his cock had to offer.
Blake was seized by uncontrollable passion as his cock inched slowly into the hot sheath of his daughter's pussy. The clinging rubbery walls sucked and churned at his penis, milking little electric jolts of passion and desire from that blood-engorged shaft and firing little skyrockets along his spine to explode at the base of his reeling skull. He pounded his cock in to the hilt, grimacing in total passion as he felt his cock head bump snugly against her tight little cervix.
Marsha's heels drummed against her father's ass and her hips hunched rhythmically toward his loins, taking up a fucking motion of their own to accommodate his skewering thrusts. Every muscle in her young body was taut and straining, every nerve ending alive and burning as she readily accepted the man's incestuous fucking of her tight pussy. Nothing seemed to matter to the young girl beyond her achievement of the ultimate release which she sought from that pounding, pistoning penis.
Blake withdrew his cock slowly from the velvet vise of his daughter's clasping pussy, gasping as the rubbery muscular walls of her cunt were tugged outward by his thick cock in its withdrawal. He glanced downward, hypnotized by the sight of her pink pussy lining clinging to his penile shaft, being hauled almost inside out by his agonizing withdrawal. Rapidly, frenziedly, he thrust back in her vagina, wrenching a little sob of pleasure from her heaving lungs as he buried his prick to the hilt once more.
Blake was entranced by the sight of his own dark pubic hair meshing perfectly with his daughter's blond silken curls. Every driving thrust of his pelvis brought those tangled nests together, and each withdrawal forced her young body into straining tautness as she waited eagerly, with baited breath, for the next driving plunge toward ecstasy. She sat half upright in the water, her fingers locking about his hips and digging in there, giving herself leverage to match his own driving thrusts one for one, hammering her widely-splayed crotch ever tighter and more forcefully against her father's pistoning loins.
Marsha was rapidly drifting into a delirium of passion, as each forward stroke brought her father's cock and pubic bone into chafing, grinding contact with her tingling clitoris. Each contact renewed the inferno of passion blazing in her crotch, and already the heated fingers of sympathetic passion were fanning upward to envelop her heaving belly and taut, straining tits. Her nipples spiked out, almost a full inch in length, trembling and quivering with a life of their own as they drew vicarious pleasure from the rough fucking her cunt was even then receiving.
Evelyn Green watched the rough, incestuous action between her husband and daughter as if she was in a daze, already half out of her mind from the wanderings of Zeke's hands and mouth across her trembling body. He had stripped her completely nude by this time, and his mouth was fastening first upon one stiff nipple and then the other, while his calloused hands rummaged ruthlessly in the hot, steamy valley of her tremulous cunt. Her legs trembled violently, and she feared that she would fall over into deeper water and faint at any instant. Finally, unable to focus her eyes any longer, she shut them to the lewd spectacle before her and surrendered entirely to the feelings being inflicted upon her own grudging torso.
Blake continued to fuck energetically into Marsha's very willing little pussy. As she clung to his hips he released her own, letting his hungry hands slide upward along her sides to encompass the jiggling cones of her bountiful breasts. The double stimulation drove his daughter into a frenzy of passion, forcing louder moans and groans of desire from her throat as she squirmed more violently and ground her open crotch more forcefully onto the skewering rod of his rampant cock. Their mutual fucking motions set off ripples and little waves in the cool blue waters around them, and their spectacle now riveted the almost complete attention of every other person at the scene. Only Evelyn and her companion, Zeke, seemed totally lost in a fantasy world all their own.
Marsha Green felt herself teetering precariously on the brink of sensual release, every muscle and nerve in her body taut and straining toward that goal with single-minded determination. Her fingers clawed at Blake's hips and her heels drummed relentlessly against his tight ass cheeks as she stoked herself onward and upward toward the explosive release of orgasm. She felt the now-familiar churnings of impending climax in the elastic depths of her cunt, and that sensation only prompted her toward a more furious pounding of her cunt against his loins.
When Marsha came, it was as if a small nuclear explosion had been detonated in her crotch. Her entire supple body stiffened into instant and total rigidity, her upper torso rising out of the water like a sounding dolphin, wet streamers trailing from her back and shoulders, droplets spraying from the heaving, excited cones of her breasts. Her teeth were tightly clenched and her eyes narrowed slits of passion, her head flailing from side to side as her entire lower body erupted in spasms and convulsions of desire.
"GGGoooddd!! " she hissed through tight lips and clenched teeth. "I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!! " And she froze, her loins locked tight against her father's as her velvet cunt trapped and held his penis deep inside her.
Blake Green gasped and groaned, his own body going stiff from head to toe as his penis was pinned and gripped by the tight, churning walls of Marsha's young cunt. Those firm internal muscles gripped and milked his pulsating organ like a clenching fist. He felt the reservoir of his creamy cum stirring restlessly in the pit of his testicles, and he knew that in only a short moment he would follow his daughter to the summit of incestuous orgasm.
Blake Green's shattering climax matched Marsha's in power and fierce intensity. His hips slammed forward in one last skewering thrust, and his mind reeled on the very edge of blackness as his cum exploded in long milky gouts, blanketing the sucking, thirsty interior of her vagina with white hot jism. The flow of his sperm within her seemed to prompt the young girl into a secondary responsive climax, and they stood there in the water, trembling and locked tightly together, shuddering in the throes of that pleasure which is so closely akin to agony.
When, after long moments, they finally fell apart, Blake had trouble meeting the gaze of his young daughter. She seemed to be having the same difficulty, blushing with embarrassment and still flushed with the ruddy glow of animalistic sex, eyes downcast and breathing heavily as she fought to regain control of her feelings before directly confronting the fact of her own lewd incestuous behavior.
Unable to face the girl so soon after having thrust his big cock into her pussy, he turned instead to see what had become of his wife and son. What he saw brought a new chill to his heart, and at the same time brought a stifling cry of rage to his throat. Dumbly, helplessly, Blake Green looked on, a hopeless witness to the continuing defilement of his loved ones, a defilement in which he himself had so recently participated with wild and sensuous abandon.
CHAPTER 5
Evelyn Green had not actually witnessed the tumultuous climax of the incestuous fucking between her husband and daughter, since she had been forcefully distracted by Zeke's lewd advances. The cruel biker had utilized her stunned shock over the intercourse taking place before her eyes to assail her yielding body with his eager hands, sliding his palms in lewd caress over her breasts, stomach and thighs while she stood, spellbound at the horrifying sight of father-daughter fucking. She had only snapped back to immediate reality of her own situation when Zeke deftly unfastened her own swimsuit top and cast it aside, setting her firm breasts free and revealing them fully to his eyes, hands and mouth, but by then it was too late for her to respond effectively.
Evelyn's reeling mind drifted languidly as the cruel biker alternately sucked and massaged her tingling tits, paying particular attention to the distended little buds of her rosy nipples. For an instant her consciousness would be riveted upon the revolting display of her husband and daughter, and then, without warning, she would slip over the fine edge into a fantasy world of her own inspired by Zeke's aggressive advances. Finally, it seemed that the two planes of consciousness actually merged, with the result that her eyes focused upon Blake and Marsha, but her mind and senses had room only for the erotic feelings which raced through her own captive body. In that disoriented state, the incestuous screwing which Blake was administering to Marsha seemed somehow, well . . . right, and very arousing to Evelyn's whirling brain.
Zeke sensed the subtle changing taking place in the woman, and capitalized on it to the fullest, fastening his hungry mouth over the straining nipple of one tight breast at the same time that his hands slipped downward to caress the ripe fullness of Evelyn's ass cheeks. The woman sighed deep in her throat, and a little tremor of erotic anticipation raced the length of her spine as Zeke began slowly, tauntingly, to peel her bikini bottom downward over the swell of her hips. Inch by agonizing inch, the soft flesh of her belly was exposed to his eyes and the cool caress of the lake water, until at last only the lightly furred triangle of her pussy hair remained concealed.
With a little growl of lust, Zeke suddenly yanked those bikini bottoms downward with such force that Evelyn was almost toppled from her feet. The wet, flimsy material ripped, parting in Zeke's powerful hands and then drifting slowly to the lake bottom as he released those useless scraps. Evelyn stood before him in all her tremulous, naked splendor.
The lecherous biker wasted no time in assaulting the newly-revealed furrow of Evelyn's secret genitals. He roughly thrust one hand between her thighs, forcing her legs apart, his blunt fingers rummaging about her crotch without gentleness or preliminaries. Evelyn winced initially at that crude handling of her most sensitive cuntal flesh.
The contact of Zeke's probing fingertips with the moist flesh of Evelyn's pussy made her tremble, at first with fear, and then with what she reluctantly recognized as budding desire. Her legs shook violently, causing her feet to slip on the slick lake bottom until she feared she was about to fall over backwards. Sensing her unsteadiness, the outlaw cyclist reached his free hand around behind her, seizing her tight ass cheeks in an iron grip and holding her upright in that fashion while he continued his spirited manipulation of her cuntal flesh.
Evelyn was sobbing softly, though whether from grief and shame or from mounting wanton arousal she could not have said. In her confused state, the widely varying sensations of guilt and lust were beginning to merge, to eradicate one another, leaving behind a single overpowering feeling of arousal without shame, of lust and sensual needing without guilt or restrictions. The memory of how her husband and daughter had so recently been swept up in an identical storm of desire further lulled Evelyn's normally cautious and puritanical senses into numbness.
Zeke's searching hands were still busy on her ass and outer pussy lips when Evelyn felt a new, strange touch upon her straining breasts. Big, blunt fingers fastened upon the rigid little cherry buds of her nipples, rolling and tweaking those sensory nodes in a seeming frenzy of desire and dispatching burning electric jolts of passion across Evelyn's upper body. Her startled eyes snapped open, and she let out a tiny gasp as she found herself looking into the grinning face of the biker called Breed, the very same man who had assaulted Marsha so lecherously and provoked the incestuous orgy between father and daughter.
Evelyn's resolve drained quickly from her, seeming to be washed away by the gentle caress of the lake waters as the two men went ardently to work on her naked body with their hands. Zeke stroked and manipulated her cunt, edging his fingers none too gently between her pouting pussy lips to probe inside, while Breed milked the firm cones of her breasts with incitef ul strokes of his big, powerful hands. Evelyn Green gasped aloud, almost collapsing entirely as Zeke's fingertips whirled about the tight rubbery mouth of her vaginal channel and then slid quickly on to pin and taunt the tingling pleasure bud of her erect little clitoris.
Breed and Zeke paused in their inciteful activities for one brief moment, locking eyes as some unspoken signal and agreement flashed between them. Moving swiftly, they positioned themselves on either side of Evelyn, one arm of each man about her waist or shoulders to support her, thus leaving their other hands free to continue taunting her naked body. And then the men began to move, half-carrying and half-guiding Evelyn slowly along and out of the lake, onto the soft bank of the natural reservoir. Blake Green watched in mingled shock, horror and arousal as the two strangers stood on either side of his naked wife, totally exposed now that they were all out of the lake, their hands and mouths roaming at will across the lush planes and angles of her nudity.
Evelyn Green seemed lost in a trance, almost unconscious as the men caressed her and slavered over her tits and belly. She failed to even take obvious notice as they began to lower her gently to the ground, positioning her on her back, and then dropping down to lay with one on either side of her. They quickly resumed their lust-inciting attacks upon her body, with Zeke now sucking and fondling her vibrant tits while Breed slowly nibbled his way across her heaving belly to find and engulf the moist fissure of her pussy with his hungry lips.
Evelyn's body spasmed at that most intimate oral contact. A low groan of unquenchable desire was forced unbidden from her lips as the cyclist's tongue and lips whipped her cuntal lips into a frenzy of flaming passion. He used his blunt fingers now, prying those nether lips wide apart and exposing the moist coralline flesh hidden inside to his tongue and raking teeth. Evelyn squirmed uncontrollably as he bit and nibbled around the bud of her frantic little clit, and then slid his wet mouth teasingly down her slit to poise above the cringing mouth of her vagina itself.
Evelyn trembled as Breed's hot breath washed over her most secret genitals. The outlaw biker paused, breathing deep the fragrant feminine aroma of her cunt, watching in lewd delight as her pussy flesh actually pulsed and writhed before his very eyes, making his already-rigid cock lurch with hunger at the sight. Finally, tired of the waiting game. Breed stiffened his hot tongue into a fleshy ramrod and stabbed it directly on target into the elastic little mouth of Evelyn's vagina.
Evelyn's entire body arched upward off the ground like a bow as the biker's mouth fastened violently upon her most private orifice. His stiffened tongue thrust deep inside her tremulous pussy, revolving ever faster as it scoured the tingling elastic walls of her cuntal channel. Her heels dug into the soft earth as she unconsciously thrust her hips upward to meet his face, forcing her hungry, palpitating pussy into ever tighter contact with that active, pleasure-giving mouth.
Breed took the hint provided by Evelyn's body language, sucking in great mouthfuls of cuntal flesh while his tongue continued to worm its reaming path ever deeper into her pussy itself. Next he fastened upon her rigid little clitoris, seizing that pleasure node gently between his front teeth and lashing it into sensual frenzy with the tip of his darting, flailing tongue. Electric tremors of passion raced upward from Evelyn's abused little snatch to fan the flames of erotic arousal across her entire heaving torso.
Zeke, on station at Evelyn's thrusting tits, had not been inactive while his companion was devouring the woman's succulent cunt. Instead, he had fastened his own mouth upon first one and then the other nipple, milking her tits orally until those tight fleshy cones tingled and quivered with a life all their own. His darting hands added to and complemented his oral assault upon her tits, seeing to it that neither nipple was ever without some direct form of carnal stimulation as his mouth trailed wetly from one mammary orb to the other.
Movement at the corner of his eye drew Blake Green's attention briefly away from the lewd spectacle of his wife and the two male cyclists. He was startled and amazed to find that his son, Tod, was now also out of the lake and reclining on the soft bank a mere thirty yards from where Evelyn was being ravaged. Tod too lay on his back, and the two biker women squatted over him. They faced each other, mouths locked in a lesbian kiss and fondling each other's thrusting breasts while they received the boy's erotic ministrations to their needing loins below. One crouched above Tod's face, her loins rotating quickly in time to the unseen thrashing of his hidden tongue, and the other knelt astride his hips, rocking in time to the frenzied pumping of his hips as he hammered his skewering cock deep into her pussy.
Blake was stunned by the dual spectacle of both his wife and son being sexually assaulted before his very eyes. Now, a splashing sound from his right rear brought him whirling around in the water, to confront yet another sight which caused his mouth to sag open in mingled horror and shocked disbelief.
The towering biker named Tiny was energetically fucking Marsha right there in the water, almost as Blake himself had done only moments earlier. The huge man cupped one big hand behind Marsha's head, and the other in the small of her back, half lifting her out of the water so that by bending slightly forward he could suck the reddened nipples of her ripe young breasts. Her thighs were widely splayed, and Blake could plainly see from the hunching, driving movements of the big man's hips, that his pistoning penis was buried to the hilt in the young woman's ripe juicy cunt. Marsha seemed in a daze of animalistic arousal, her head lolled to one side, eyes rolled back, panting breath wheezing raggedly from her dry throat as she shivered and thrust back avidly at the cock which impaled her.
Almost in desperation, Blake turned back to see what had become of his wife, but what he found before his eyes there on the edge of the lake did absolutely nothing to relieve his worried mind. Evelyn was being slowly but inexorably maneuvered onto her side by the two men working in cooperation, so that her body was wedged between theirs like a juicy piece of meat in some sort of erotic sandwich.
Evelyn was barely conscious of what Breed and Zeke were doing as they casually rolled her over onto one side, so that she was facing Zeke. She shuddered as much from horror as from arousal when the man smiled wolfishly at her, but that shudder became a tremor of budding passion as her naked tits and nipples pressed and chafed against the muscular expanse of his hairy chest. Their bellies were tight together, and she jerked convulsively as she felt the long hard shaft of his cock pulsing hotly against her loins with every breath and movement of his body.
Oh God, she thought silently to herself, this evil man is going to fuck me soon, and there is nothing in the world I can do to stop him! The thought had barely entered the woman's mind when she suddenly blushed with shame, realizing in a rush that she had absolutely no desire whatsoever to stop the outlaw biker from fucking energetically up into her hungry little cunt with his long penis.
Evelyn Green was mildly curious, however, about the role Breed was to play in this erotic scene. His body was pressed close against her back now, his mouth fastened tightly to the soft curve of her neck, his hands roving at will over her back and thighs. She could plainly feel the pulsing thrust of his big stiff cock as it dented the round cheek of her ass.
With a slight and sudden shift of bodily position, Breed suddenly resolved all of Evelyn's doubts and questions as to his lecherous intentions. Now the thick, blunt glans of his cock was probing softly, tentatively, right around the cringing rubbery little mouth of her virginal asshole. Evelyn stiffened, a little sob of horror escaping from her throat as she realized that the second cyclist meant to fuck her there, in her cringing little asshole, which had never been touched before by any man. Blake had tried to kiss and finger her there once, long ago, but she had forced him away, angrily denouncing his "perverted" desires as she leaped out of bed and snatched on a bathrobe. Now, it seemed certain, she would once again be forced to submit with humiliation and pain to the forbidden lusts which she had so long denied herself.
Evelyn had very little time to contemplate the impending rape of her hitherto untouched little rectum, for Zeke had by now slipped one big hand between their bodies to grasp the fleshy rod of his own lurching penis. Slowly at first, and then with mounting energy and vigor, he began to manipulate the fat purple glans of his prick up and down along the tight little slit of her cunt, milking from those jangling genital nerves an erotic symphony of blurring sounds and sensations.
Evelyn's head swam as the fat tip of Zeke's cock traced its agonizing path back and forth along her tingling cuntal slit. The blunt prick head dipped into the tight mouth of her vagina, and then tracked on to probe and circle about the rigid node of her fiery little clitoris as she lay there and squirmed with burning passion on the damp ground. And still his cock tracked relentlessly onward, back down now toward the waiting, clasping mouth of her hungry vagina.
Zeke gasped and winced as that ravenous cuntal mouth locked upon the tip of his cock and began to milk it with sucking little muscular contractions. The unconscious, instinctive response of Evelyn's cunt sent shooting little tremors of mounting passion throughout the outlaw biker's body, and made him all the more anxious to bury his pulsating cock in the tight sheath of her pussy.
Unable and unwilling to postpone that pleasure any longer, Zeke suddenly thrust up and forward with his hips, skewering Evelyn with his cock as he drove it to the hilt in her clinging cuntal channel. He ground his teeth and groaned aloud as the tip of his cock surged forward, pushing the walls of her tight vagina aside in luxurious rippling waves of electric sensation. Suddenly he was there, the blunt head of his cock jolting to a sudden halt, impacting with her tiny curved cervix as his lust bloated testicles slapped lewdly against the splayed plane of her lightly furred crotch.
Evelyn gasped and wheezed, feeling the breath crushed out of her momentarily by Zeke's plunging penile thrust. Her back arched spasmodically, grinding the stiffened nipples of her big breasts against the outlaw biker's own heaving chest, thus setting off more electric sparks which raced along her jangling nervous system to explode in her brain. Instinctively, almost unconsciously, she clasped and held Zeke's cock with her internal pussy muscles, silently forbidding that blood-engorged shaft to withdraw from the burning confines of her pussy.
Zeke was gratified by her reaction, but the milking grip of her cuntal walls did not deter him from his intention to fuck her pussy into a state of limp, total submission. Slowly, almost painfully, he pulled his pelvis backward, worming his cock out of her cunt an inch at a time. He gasped as the sides of her vaginal channel clung to his cock for dear life, creating a sensation as if his penis was being slowly flayed alive. At last, with only the purple head of his cock still inside the woman, Zeke gathered his panting breath, bunched his pelvic muscles, and drove his cock inward once more on a second shattering thrust.
Evelyn Green sobbed aloud, her body already twisting in erotic convulsions as that massive pole of flesh impaled her cunt the second time. There was no time to think or react at a conscious level now, for Zeke was rapidly sluicing his big prick in and out of her pussy with ever-increasing rapidity, setting her senses reeling with the tidal wave of erotic feeling which swept over her. Each new thrust jolted her body, and provoked a responsive, answering pelvic thrust of her own to meet his pistoning cock as it bored relentlessly into her.
Evelyn Green was adrift in an erotic fantasy world all her own, with herself and the hungrily fucking outlaw biker the only inhabitants. All thought of her bizarre surroundings, and of her pitifully captive family, was swept hurriedly away as she focused her mind intently upon the big wet cock skewering her cunt with lightning-fast strokes. Every muscle in her taut body was tense and straining, her eyes and teeth clenched tightly shut, fingers clawing at Zeke's back and hips as he fucked her mercilessly.
A sudden shift in position of Breed, the outlaw biker at her back, shocked Evelyn momentarily out of her erotic reverie. A sudden pain at the mouth of her virginal little anus announced the probing intrusion of Breed's fat cock head. Evelyn stiffened and gasped at the sudden pain as the cyclist continued to press his thick organ forward, straining the tight muscular ring of her untouched little anal sphincter.
"No! Wait!" Evelyn cried in sudden panic, remembering out of her erotic mental fog that Breed plainly intended to fuck her in the ass. "You can't!" she cried, "Not there!"
"You bet I can!" Breed grated breathlessly, suiting action to his words as he pressed his pelvis inexorably forward, the blunt purple head of his prick further stretching her anus until the very tip was able to nose tentatively inside.
"Aaauugghh!" Evelyn cried in agony, "Please stop! No!!
Breed paid no attention to her protests, grinding his pelvis slowly and relentlessly forward until the first full inch of his rigid cock had disappeared into Evelyn's never-before-fucked little rectum. All the while the woman pleaded and sobbed, seeking in vain to escape that anal intrusion by thrusting her hips forward away from Breed.
Zeke was the beneficiary of Evelyn's futile escape attempt, for her forward thrusts only served to wedge his tingling cock deeper into her pussy. As her body stiffened and tightened in pain, the internal muscles of her cunt joined the silent protest, seizing his thrusting cock in a death grip which wrung even more powerful jolts of erotic pleasure from his glans and testicles. Zeke redoubled his thrusting fucking efforts, driving himself relentlessly onward and upward toward the blissful release of orgasm.
Breed, meanwhile, recognized the fact that Evelyn was hopelessly pinned against Zeke and could not possibly escape from the big cock which was pressing relentlessly deeper into her asshole.
With a tight grin of lewd satisfaction, the biker gathered his strength for one shattering thrust, burying his penis to the very hilt in the tight, clinging channel of the captive woman's rectum.
Evelyn's entire body went taut with instant agony as that thick penis ripped into her tiny, once-virginal asshole. "Ohhh GGGGooooooddddd!! ! " she wailed painfully, "Ssstttoooppp!! ! You're killing meeeee-ee!! ! ! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!! ! ! Jesus!! ! ! "
She was rocked by sudden, painful convulsions as Breed flexed his long, muscular cock, further stretching the elastic walls of her newly ravaged little rectum in savage glee. Evelyn hung limp between the two men for a long moment, her lower torso enveloped in waves of searing pain from Breed's rough anal entry. She was no longer conscious for the moment of Zeke's cock thrusting rapidly into her cunt, so stunned was she by the pain of his cock pulsating there in her tiny asshole.
Slowly, agonizingly, the biker began to withdraw his fat prick from the woman's clinging rectal channel. The man gasped aloud as those rubbery walls clung tightly to him, creating the false impression that they were reluctant to have his thick penis removed from their grip. The slow withdrawal of his penis wrung another loud cry from Evelyn, and she began to sob wretchedly, limp with pain, her torso heaving spasmodically to the rhythm of her sobs.
Breed paused a moment, only the tip of his cock inside her burning asshole, and then he thrust his hips forward once again. And again the cry of agony was wrenched from Evelyn's lips, though the two men fucking her noticed that her wordless protest was slightly softer this time, somehow weaker as Breed hilted his cock in her vibrating asshole.
In truth, Evelyn Green was no longer entirely sure of exactly what she was feeling inside. There was certainly pain from the intrusion of Breed's thick cock into her tiny asshole, but somehow that pain seemed to be already fading as her hopeless resignation led her almost unconsciously to relax, slightly loosening her rectal muscles at the same time. Simultaneously, she found that as the pain lessened, she was able once more to experience the pleasing, welcome sensations prompted by Zeke's prick as it skewered in and out of her juicy cunt.
Strangely, Evelyn noted after several long moments that there was a new sensation as well in her tingling lower body. On every inward stroke, Zeke's cock made jarring, burning contact with some unfamiliar fleshy obstruction, setting off unique waves of burning sensual pleasure in Evelyn's cunt. It took her several confused seconds to realize the obstruction was actually Breed's cock, plowing relentlessly into her little adjoining anus and unavoidably tightening and distorting her cuntal channel at the same time. And, incredibly, she found the new set of sensations far from unpleasant. In fact, as she relaxed a bit more and accepted the lewd double fucking for what it was worth, she found to her shocked surprise that the new erotic sensations were entirely gratifying.
Evelyn Green blushed furiously as she realized that she was not only accommodating, but actually enjoying that lewd anal fucking as much as she loved the adulterous cock plowing into her juicy cunt. There was no turning back, however, from that brief instant of unspoken surrender to the relentless double rape of her luscious naked body. She rode the crest of the crashing erotic waves now, the cries which issued from her throat instantly transformed from bleats of agony into little mewling calls of total pleasure and delight.
Blake Green was enraged as he watched his wife not only accepting but relishing that lecherous double fucking of her ass and cunt. He made a threatening motion, striding quickly toward the water's edge to separate that rutting trio, but suddenly he looked up and was halted by the unwavering pistol which Luke held aimed directly at his face.
Bewildered and ashamed of his own helplessness, Blake cast his eyes about him, and was not encouraged by what he saw. Tod was totally lost in the blinding raptures of sex, his hips pumping rhythmically to fuck Lena's splayed crotch at the same time that his slavering lips and darting tongue taunted and teased Myrna's pussy. The two women were simultaneously locked in a tight lesbian embrace, their bodies spasming and writhing as if each was on the verge of her own shattering orgasm. And from behind him, the mingled grunts and groans of Marsha and the biker named Tiny informed him only too well that that couple, too, was on the very brink of the same satisfaction which lay in store for Evelyn and her dual rapists.
Dully, his senses numb beyond comprehension, Blake turned slowly back toward the spectacle of his spouse and the two bikers. He was surprised to find Luke now striding swiftly toward the salacious trio, the pistol still gripped tightly in his hand as he reached that writhing tangle of arms and legs, and dropped to his knees directly in front of Evelyn's face. Blake went cold inside as Luke's free hand dropped to the fly of his jeans, and it became all too obvious what the evil gang leader intended.
Evelyn Green, lost in the erotic fantasy world which revolved around her loins and the two driving , cocks embedded there, took no notice of Luke's presence beside her until he stretched out a hand to lightly stroke her tangled blond hair. Glancing up through slitted eyelids then, she was momentarily stunned and shocked to find him kneeling directly in front of her face, with the fly of his pants open and his own rigid shaft of a cock jutting outward toward her.
Evelyn was stunned momentarily, dazed from the energetic double fucking she was receiving, and confused as to exactly what the lead cyclist wanted from her. She watched idly, able to focus only part of her dazzled mind on the scene before her as he slowly enveloped his red cock with one hand, and began slowly stroking it into ever greater erection before her very eyes.
Evelyn was stupefied when Luke shifted his position and thrust his hips farther forward, bringing the blunt glans of his big penis into nudging contact with her slightly parted lips. She recoiled, horrified at the very thought of what the man obviously now expected her to do. This was another "perverted" act which Blake had also requested on several occasions early in their marriage, before Evelyn set him straight about her ideas on the right way to have sex. Now, again, it seemed agonizingly apparent that the forbidden sex act was about to be forced upon her in spite of her own resolution of resistance.
Evelyn rolled her head from side to side, seeking to evade further contact with Luke's massive penis, but the effort backfired to her detriment, serving only to further arouse the biker as her moving lips brushed teasingly and incitefully across the purple tip of his lurching organ. After only a few seconds, a little pearly drop of seminal fluid appeared on the tip of Luke's penis, and Evelyn's facial evasive maneuvers served only to smear and coat her sensuous lips with a warm film of cum.
Tiring at last of the game, Luke stretched out his hand and pinched Evelyn's nose cruelly. She struggled to hold her breath, but weakened after a very few seconds, what with the continual buffeting of her chest, back and loins below, opening her mouth to suck in a hurried and badly needed breath of air. Luke saw the opportunity and seized it quickly, slipping his cock deep into the warm and open cavity of her virginal mouth.
Evelyn felt as if she would surely gag, and perhaps even choke to death on the sheer girth of his sliding cock. She felt herself drowning as the blunt tip made tingling contact with the back of her throat, and her entire life seemed to flash before her eyes in an instant. After another moment, however, she found that she could in reality breathe quite nicely simply by relaxing her throat muscles slightly and inhaling through her nose. Once that discovery had been made, she had time to examine the other sensations attendant to her experience more objectively.
The housewife was shocked to find that Luke's penis did not taste dirty or filthy by any means. In fact, as she paused to think about it, she found the somewhat earthy flavor rather pleasant and . . . well . . . arousing. She knew that the arousal was due in large measure to the simultaneous fucking of her little cunt and asshole, but that rationalization made no difference as she felt her reluctance to cocksucking slipping rapidly away.
Evelyn Green shut her eyes tightly and let her tongue sweep along the fat underside of Luke's penis in one experimental stroke. His gasp and immediate stiffening told her that the ploy had been most successful, and achieved the desired result. Indeed, she felt almost foolish for so long resisting what now seemed like an altogether normal and right aspect of lovemaking. She did not pause to remind herself that the man whose cock she now sucked and licked was not her husband, but some murdering stranger whose friends even then were selfishly and brutally ravaging her body.
Evelyn felt herself adrift in a vortex of swirling unfamiliar sensations and emotions. The very thought of herself engaging in the forbidden act of fellatio, with all the attendant mental images, proved somewhat strangely arousing, nicely complemented the more ordinary twinges of erotic pleasure and desire being fostered by the huge cocks skewering her pussy and rectum. The woman gave herself over completely to the sensations which raged within her, soaring and plunging as if on an erotic roller-coaster.
Evelyn felt herself suddenly teetering on the razor-edged brink of orgasm, waiting breathlessly for the downhill slide into total abandoned pleasure such as she had never known. She strove toward that goal, her mouth sucking and lapping hungrily at Luke's penis now while the internal muscles of her cunt and anus clung and writhed about the organs of Zeke and Breed. Evelyn was like a woman possessed as she lashed herself and her three captors on toward the sensual summit.
Blake Green peered about himself, stunned at the orgiastic scenes which met his eyes on every side. In the water near to him, Marsha was moaning more loudly now, obviously in the throes of a dizzying orgasm which the biker Tiny shared, his big hips pounding with blur speed against the splayed plane of her cunt, his big cock exploding within her until the excess cum overflowed her cunt and drifted on the surface of the water like spilled cream.
On the bank of the lake, Lena and Myrna seemed to have gone insane, shouting their bliss to the vaulted sky overhead and clawing at one another's breasts in a frenzy as they came simultaneously. Beneath them, Todd rolled and twisted in a convulsion of passion, his body taut and straining as he poured his sperm into one enraptured woman, and drank the creamy cum of the other.
Finding no hope or help on any side, Blake turned at last to the tableau formed by his wife and the three male cyclists. What he saw there deadened his soul still further, for obviously all present were poised on the verge of their own shattering climaxes.
Evelyn came first, befitting her role as the sensual centerpiece of the lusty little drama. Her supple body arched and twisted as she exploded into writhing orgasmic fury, her mouth, anus and cunt sucking hungrily, greedily at the trio of rampant cocks which had driven her gratefully to those heights. She seemed hungry for the bikers' sperm, anxious to have it flowing into and from every bodily orifice as she twisted and groaned there on the ground in total sexual abandonment.
Zeke followed her over the brink into climax, his rigid cock locked in the death grip of her pussy muscles and spewing its white load of jism deep into her belly as he growled and bit deep into her pale shoulder with animalistic ardor. Breed was only seconds behind the other two, groaning and arching his back radically as his prick spasmed and erupted deep in the clinging confines of Evelyn Green's once-pure little asshole.
Finally, while the others were all locked in the throes of their individual passions, the leader, Luke, attained his own private pinnacle with shattering suddenness and violence. He shouted loudly and thrust his hips sharply forward, buried his cock deep in the depths of Evelyn's tight throat as it exploded into a creamy flood of white-hot jism.
The writhing quartet lay there, locked together in the rigor of sex which seems so closely akin to death. Long, lingering moments dragged past, seeming to last forever, before first one and then all of the players began to stir. The bikers slowly disengaged themselves from Evelyn, dragging themselves out of the tangle of naked limbs and twining torsos to collapse in apparent exhaustion along the bank of the lake. Evelyn stirred last, rolling slowly onto her back, then struggling to sit upright. Semen dripped from her thighs and buttocks, dribbled from her chin along her throat and onto her breasts, as if she had been recently baptized in the creamy elixir of life.
As she sat upright, Evelyn's eyes locked with Blake's in a long, soul-searching stare. Neither of them could yet cope with what they saw within the other, and so they turned away swiftly, Evelyn collapsing once more to the ground, this time face down as she fitfully sobbed out her grief and humiliated shame.
Blake was turning back to look toward Tod and the gang girls when he saw it. At first, there was no more than a fitful stirring of a lakeside bush, as if a breeze had passed that way and left a token of its presence. Then, as he looked more closely, he could make out the outline of a man's head and shoulders. He looked still more closely, and now he could see the slender silhouette of a rifle barrel jutting from the shadow of the trees.
Blake stiffened, sliding slowly to one side as he searched quickly for Marsha. He found her kneeling in the water, weeping with a mixture of sensual relief and personal humiliation as she sought now to at least partially hide her nudity. Tiny had already left her side, and was wading clumsily toward the shore, eyes glassy as he wandered along in the haze of sexual afterglow. Blake knelt there in the water beside his young daughter, sliding a comforting arm around her shoulder and pulling her close against him as he scanned the shoreline again with his eyes.
There was more movement there now, among the trees. Blake could make out the definite shadowy forms of more than a dozen men, all armed, who waited barely out of sight beneath the cover of the forest greenery. They were waiting for something, plainly, but Blake could not imagine what. He felt sure that some kind of help was at hand, but the thought suddenly crossed his mind that in the general nudity, he and the other members of his little family might well be mistaken for gang members and arrested, or perhaps even shot. The thought was a sobering one.
Luke, the gang leader, was rising to his feet now, retrieving his pistol from the ground with one hand while he covered his deflated penis and zipped his jeans up with the other. His movement seemed to act as some sort of prearranged signal for the men hiding in the trees, for they leaned forward now as if on cue, guns angling into plain sight and drawing beads upon the different members of the Tartars motorcycle gang.
"That's far enough!" a commanding voice shouted from the trees. "Drop your weapons and stand with your hands high!"
Luke reacted without hesitation, jerking his pistol up to full arm's-length extension and snapping off two hasty shots into the greenery. A dozen rifles and shotguns roared in answer as with a single voice, and the lead cyclist, dead now, was sailing backward like a tattered rag doll to splash in the lake, quickly staining the crystal water with his seeping blood.
The riflemen were streaming out of the trees now, all clad in the uniforms of sheriffs deputies and forestry officers. They surrounded the surviving cyclists with military precision and, Blake was relieved to note, left the members of his family alone as they herded the bikers toward their scattered clothes and cautiously watched them get dressed.
Blake and Marsha emerged from the lake to join Tod and Evelyn on the shore. All of them slipped hurriedly into their swimsuits while the posse's leader, the county sheriff, averted his eyes and watched the Tartars closely. Finally, when the Green's had finished donning their skimpy swimwear, the sheriff sidled over and began speaking to them in a gentle tone.
"We've been tracking this bunch for the better part of three days," he confided softly. 'They robbed a gas station on the other side of the county on Thursday night. Raped the owner's wife and killed the couple in cold blood."
All present shuddered as the sheriff continued speaking. "It's a good thing for all of you that we got here when we did, and found their bikes up by your camp. They always kill when they're through with their fun, and from the looks of things around here, they were about done."
Blake nodded grimly, and thanked the sheriff for his help in a weary voice.
"Forget it," the sheriff shrugged amiably. "What I get paid for ever' month, ain't it? You all can go back to camp now and get into some warmer clothes, but stick around. We'll need to take statements before you get started for home tonight."
The children were the first to move, hurrying off through the trees and across the meadow, finally breaking into a grateful run toward the tents, talking quietly among themselves about their experiences as they ran.
Blake watched them go, as he and Evelyn walked more slowly after them across the meadow. They had covered perhaps fifty yards when Evelyn reached out almost timidly and took his big hand in hers. Blake stopped in his tracks, turning to face her, eyes shining.
"Listen, Evelyn, about all this . . . "
She hushed him with a hasty kiss and then stepped back, dabbing at a tear which formed at the corner of one eye. "Hush," she said gently. "It's over, and everything is all right now. Everything."
Blake nodded slowly, and resumed walking, holding her hand tightly in his as he began walking slowly once more toward their tiny cluster of distant tents.
Yes, he told himself, smiling slightly, it just might be all right after all, now that everything had been brought out into the open for a good airing. It might be all right after all, now that inhibitions had been toppled and slumbering passions unleashed into their lives. It just might be all right after all.
