Sex has finally come out into the open. Television, radio and magazines sell their products with it. The bookstore shelves are laden with volumes on how to do it, when to do it, and what to do if you're not doing it. The nation is aware of sex, and talking about it.
The next step in this more overt exposure to sex was bound to be experimentation. It has become acceptable to think of sex as something healthy and positive. Experts tell their readers their most obscene thoughts are perfectly normal. It's okay . . .it's healthy to masturbate. If you like to do it in groups, that's all right too, they say. There are few people who do not derive some stimulation from the idea of attending an orgy. Until the last few years though, far fewer people had ever done anything about their group-sex fantasies.
Still, no matter how much validation one has, swapping mates with the next-door neighbors is a trying emotional experience. The very fabric of our sense of security slips right out from beneath us.
HOT SWAPPING CAMPERS - a novel designed for entertainment. Yet also a thought-provoking look at contemporary society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Bob Allison's cock nudged his wife's upper thigh, reached the frontier of her pussy hair, and burrowed its blunt head against her pubic bone.
"Not tonight," she whispered. "I'm tired and the tents are all so close together, honey."
"Fuck the tents," he said, his prick still pumping against her flesh. "I need a good fuck to send me off to never-never land. Come on, babe. Don't be so cold."
Betty Allison didn't really want to be cold. She loved her husband. But here, on their first night of a camping trip with two other couples bedded down within earshot of them, she just didn't feel like making love. It was something she didn't really like to do anyway, let alone under these strange circumstances.
"Bob, maybe later, but I just don't feel comfortable."
He reached down and guided his hard cock toward her cunt. "Shit, Betty, you never feel comfortable. If I waited until you were comfortable I would have a perpetual case of blue-balls."
"You don't have to talk that way. How many times do I refuse you, Bob Allison." She rolled away from him as far as she could in their twin zipped sleeping bags.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just horny, I guess." He reached out and caressed her flannel-clad ass.
Betty could understand why he was horny-watching Sally and Rita all day as they hiked along in their super-short shorts, white half moons of their asses flashing all along the way. And both of them had a lot to flash. She felt Bob scoot over to her and snuggle up spoon-style. His rock-hard cock poked between the cheeks of her ass.
"I promise I'll be quiet as a mouse - no squealing, no moaning, no screaming," he whispered into her ear, lips brushing the rounded flesh, tongue licking her lobe.
She knew that there was no way to dissuade him, but she lay there quietly. The only sound was that of their mutual breathing, Bob's coming twice as fast as hers.
"What say, babe? Just a quick little fuck here in the wilderness. No one will ever know except us." His hand worked up the flannel nightgown. She lay there with her hands clasped between her tits.
"Just a quickie to send Bobby off to sleepy-time, okay?" He inched the nightgown up over her thighs and across the curve of her tight, round ass. It bunched around her waist and she felt his cock slide down her crack between her asscheeks and seek out the furry comfort of her pussy. She did nothing to help him. If he wanted it that bad, he could work for it.
"Get in there, my cock," he said. "Can't you see in the dark?" The head eased closer to the underside of her cunt, his cocktip picking up the first hints of moisture.
Shit, Betty thought. Even now when she didn't want it, her cunt betrayed her, oozed those lubricating juices that lied to her husband again and again, suggesting that she was hot for him when she wasn't.
"There you are, you furry little pussy. Got you." His prick snuck in up to the ridge of its cockhead.
She could feel the familiar bulb of his cock as it lodged there, pulsing in its hot eagerness. She tried to separate herself from the feelings that it produced, for it did create feelings there, feelings that radiated out from her wet cunt like runners on strawberry plants, setting down new roots as they went. She couldn't let that happen, so she isolated the feelings, contained them in some imaginary vacuum where they could sprout and proliferate all they wished.
Bob's raging cock eased further up her cunt, stretching the walls of her pussy, exposing more and more of her nerve endings to the sensation of his fucking. She concentrated harder on containing her feelings.
"Oh, babe, what a pussy. All these years and I still haven't had enough of it. The feel of it. The tightness. How can you be so tight after the kids, hon?"
" Shit, she wished that she were stretched so wide that his prick would flop around inside her and he would be satisfied to jerk off in the John instead of always being after her.
Her passionate feelings reached out their tentacles, though, clutching at her.
"Fuck me, babe. Come on, a little help, okay." He encircled her belly with his arms and pulled her back against his thrusts. "That's it."
But he was complimenting his own actions, for she continued to slump against his efforts, hands clasped to her pear-shaped tits, still firm and unsagging after two children.
"Fuck me, hon, fuck me - fuck me," he said, in a voice surely carrying beyond the thin canvas walls of their tent.
"Bob, sssssssh!" she hissed at him, but he simply fucked harder into her pussy from the back.
"Yeah, babe, that's it. Oh, that's it, fuck away, hon." He began to plow into her wet box harder now, hands locked around her waist and pulling her violently against his pounding cock.
She continued to lie there as motionless as he would let her, but then she felt it all happening again, the way it always did. She had to concentrate harder - focus upon what was really important. She did want to be good, and mother had told her that good girls didn't enjoy sex, even when they were married. That wasn't what Qod intended when he had created male and female. It was procreation that he was after, not grunting around like swine. Men seemed to need it and God must make some allowances for them, but not a woman. A good girl - a good woman - just didn't enjoy fucking around like an animal in heat.
She felt her pussy begin its gentle constrictions, small convulsions that escaped her control. The harder she tried to concentrate against the feelings, the more they grew.
"Uuuuuuu, honey, now you're getting it. Fuck me, babe."
Christ. Bob didn't understand. He thought she was in control of her muscles, thought she was engaged in their fucking. How could she tell him otherwise. She put a finger between her teeth and bit it, choking back whatever might come, perhaps something besides words. The feelings had escaped their confinement and seemed to run wild over her body.
"Aaaaaah, fuck . . . aaaaah, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," cried Bob, driving his maddened cock up into her cunt as far as he could, battering down the last fragile walls of her containment, and then she was saved, for his cock began to spew out his cum, bright explosive jets that creamed the insides of her pussy walls.
"Aaaaaaaah, fuuuuuck," he cried as he slid down the far side of his climax and pumped slowly the last few spurts of his load into her quivering cunt.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," he said, nuzzling her neck, "Good fuck, such a good fuck," and he snuggled up even closer, prick still planted up her drenched cunt, and went to sleep.
Betty lay there a long time, her body talking to her in a language she refused to understand. Slowly the tentacles withdrew, the sensations mellowed, the feelings pulled back into themselves, all as Bob's cock dwindled within her cum-filled cunt.
She had survived, for she hadn't enjoyed it. She was still a good girl, and her mother would have been proud of her.
Betty pulled away from Bob until she felt his limp prick pop out of her pussy with a wet smack. He moaned and rolled away from her. She could feel the cum dribbling down her ass cheek, thick and cold and clinging. He had really been charged up - Sally and Rita had turned him on more than she thought. The week stretched out before her in jagged images. She liked them all - Rita and Sally, Tex and Jim, but they had never spent so much time together, and in such close proximity. And she knew they all felt differently about sex than she. She had been, reluctant to come along, but she didn't want Bob to go alone. She wasn't sure just why, but she knew that she had to come too.
Bob's cum continued to run down her ass, and if she was going to get any sleep, she would have to do something about it. She reached into her backpack at her corner of the tent and fished for a kleenex, but she couldn't find any. She knew it was there, but she couldn't find it in the dark. She found the cold barrel of the flashlight, but decided not to turn it on. She didn't want to wake up Bob - who knew, he might want seconds if awakened.
Hell, why not go down to the lake and bathe properly, she decided, and began unzipping her half of the sleeping bag slowly. The metallic hiss slowly freed her and she got up quietly. The lake was warm, she knew. They had even waded in it earlier in the afternoon. It was the perfect place to wash.
She dug out the soap dish and found her towel. Flashlight in hand, she unknotted the straps on the tent flaps and stepped out into the night, a night full of stars and soft rustling sounds. A breeze moved through the pine trees. She tiptoed between their tent and the Latham's. The idea of a bath sounded better and better, but she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Gimmy that thing, sugar, 'cause I'm gonna suck it dry."
Instinctively she squatted down in the shadow cast by the Latham's tent. She recognized Rita Latham's voice.
"I swear, Rita, you can suck cock. Ain't much you can't do, but suck a cock is one of the best."
It was Tex. She got up and started to hurry away, but her feet seemed glued to the ground.
"Mmmmmm, that feel good, honey - oh, so fuckin' good."
Betty settled herself more comfortably. What am I doing? She got up quickly and strode off toward the lake, her slippers flapping against her bare feet.
"Eat my cock, Rita, take it all, babe - throat it, suck it, eat it, baby."
Betty slowed and stopped, wondering just how much cock Tex Latham had for Rita to eat. At six foot three and two-fifteen, there could be quite a bit. Betty's mind began to wander, picturing Rita going down on her husband, Tex, her mouth straining to take the monster cock he surely had to offer. Before she knew it, Betty was sneaking up closer to the Latham's tent, inching toward the sounds that had set her own cunt twitching. There wasn't really anything the matter with that - was there? It wasn't she who was having sex.
"You taste so good," said Rita. "I can't get enough of this cock, Tex. "I could suck you morning, noon, and night, honey, and still be greedy for more."
"Let's just concentrate on night, baby," said Tex, and Rita's mumblings told her that was just what she had done.
"Turn around so I can get at your cunt," said Tex.
Betty heard the rustling of sleeping bags inside the tent, and then a long low moan as Tex must have sunk something into Rita's cunt.
"My God, girl, you got a river running down there. Most juicy cunt I ever seen, Rita. Gotta suck this cunt, honey. Turn over."
More rustling as the Lathams maneuvered inside the dark tent. Betty's own cunt was running. She could feel the juices dripping down her haunches, thickened by its commingling with Bob's cum.
The only thing she heard coming from the tent now were the moans that filtered through the thin canvas of the tent. "Mmmmmmmmmm," purred Rita. "Aaaaaaahhhmmm," came deeper, guttural sounds from Tex as he burrowed into Rita's cunt.
Betty's own cunt was aflame, burning with the intensity that Bob's fucking had fueled, but left unlit. Her hand slipped between her legs and rubbed the flannel against her burning pussy.
"Mm mm mm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmmm," came the short, staccato grunts as Tex neared his come. Betty could see in her mind's eye his enormous prick fucking Rita's pretty face, could almost feel the cum bubbling up at the base of his cock ready to erupt into her warm, waiting mouth.
"Gooooood," cried Tex. His voice echoed through the valley and Betty thought surely that the others would wake, but all seemed quiet in the Westmoreland's tent. No lights flicked on.
Close on the heels of Tex's coming, Rita came. "Suck my cunt, Tex - oh, suck it good. Oh ... oh ... oh," she gasped into the night, and then she shattered the stillness with a high wailing scream that died slowly beneath the whispering of the trees. Betty thought she could hear giggling from the far tent, but it might have been the sounds of the small brook that fed into the lake.
She was ready to leave and finish her task when she heard Tex. "Don't stop, honey. You ain't tapped the real pool yet."
"You are a stud, Tex Latham, but then I guess that's why I married you, isn't it?" Betty could hear the sounds of Rita's mouth slurping on Tex's cock.
"Sugar, ain't one man ever gonna satisfy you, but I come as close as any."
"That you do, baby, that you do." There was more moving around in the tent. "Now I want you to put that big hunk of cockmeat where it will do the most good, you hear?" said Rita.
"I hear you, sugar. Spread them pretty legs and let me at that lathered up cunt. I got a gallon of jism that needs a home."
"You know where to put it, honey."
"That I do."
All was quiet for a little while, except for the soft sounds of wet flesh and guttural moans.
"God, Tex, you must be turned on tonight. I swear you feel like a baseball bat up me. All day watching Sally and Betty, I'll bet. Got you all worked up and now you're takin' it out on poor old Rita. No matter, hon, I like it no matter where it's comin' from. Just keep fuckin'."
"You gotta admit that there ain't two finer asses to look at all day than theirs, don't you know? And titties - wheee! Only titties sweeter belong to you."
"No need to butter me up, Tex. Cain't get no hotter than me, so just shut up and fuck me."
"Yeah, well the way your pussy feels, you had your eye on more cock than mine today. Just keep squeezin'."
"Ain't we a pair, Tex, ain't we a pair?" she said, laughing softly.
"That we are, girl. Now be quiet and I'm gonna fuck the livin' daylights out of you."
Well, it certainly was a good thing that Betty had decided to come along. No telling what might have happened had she not, what with talk like that going on. She liked Tex and Rita - really liked them - but they were just so . . . so . . . she didn't know what.
She had heard enough - too much - and she got up to head for the lake once again.
"That's it, babe, fuck me - oh yes, fuck me good." Rita's high pitched voice carried across the night, and Betty paused.
"Good cunt, honey - greatest cunt. Squeeze my cock with that precious pussy - hot pussy."
"Aaaaaa, that feels good, Tex - fuck the shit out of me, ream out my cunt, drive it home, honey - make it hurt, baby - make my pussy scream."
"I'll fuck your eyes out, Rita - your fuckin' eyes out."
"Yes, baby, fuck my eyes out, and my brains - fuck it all out, Tex, fuck me harder, faster - fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me."
"Dump buckets of cream in that cavern of yours - load it down with my white cum and then suck it in. How's that sound, cunt?"
"Wonderful, Tex. Pump your spunk into my cunt, pump me full, till it's running out my mouth, baby - fuck me full."
Betty's nightgown had fallen down the slope of her thighs and bunched up in soft folds at her belly. The fabric no longer restrained her fingers and they played directly along the crack of her cleft cunt - trembled and toyed about the mouth of her pussy. But playing with herself wasn't a terrible sin, it was not like enjoying sex - that took someone else. If you were just by yourself, that couldn't be so bad, could it, Mother? It wasn't even really sex, was it? Then she could still be a good girl and enjoy it just a little, a very little, and she would still be good, wouldn't she?
"Oh, fuck, Tex ... I ... I ... Oh fuck, it's here. Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck me, Tex. I cooooooome," she cried, so loud that a bird flew from its perch in the tree above Betty's head, startling her so much that she dropped the flashlight.
"Oooooooh," she gasped, picking it up and pulling her nightgown down over her knees.
"Yes, baby," whispered Tex in a rusty voice, "yes, yes, fuck me, baby, 'cause here I come."
Betty could hear the thrashing around inside the tent as the two came one right after the other. She heard Tex grunting as he pumped his load into Rita - heard his short, thick expulsions of breath as he spewed his cum into Rita's writhing cunt.
Betty couldn't stand it. Her own pussy blazed as she listened to Tex and Rita carry on. She scampered away to the lake on shaky legs, her pussy dripping, her breath rasping.
Chapter Two
The reflection of the half moon rode the gentle swells of the lake and looked like a wobbly chunk of silver. Betty stood watching, catching her breath. She had run all the way from the camp, as though pursued by demons.
She folded her nightgown and placed it on a rock beside the lake. In the moonlight she could see her wiggling reflection on the surface of the water. At thirty-two, she still looked good. Her pear-shaped tits stood straight out, no hint of sag. Her waist was narrow, twenty one inches, just as it had been before the children - she was proud of that. And her hips were full and curvaceous. The moonlight didn't reveal her midnight black hair - it only revealed the splashes of moon itself that caught in it. The same dark hair haloed her pussy, the moonlike flecks of silver settled in her pussy hair as she stood beside the lake.
She cursed her misfortune. Why was she like this? Why did she so want to enjoy all the things that were forbidden. Someplace deep in her psyche she knew it was as bad to want the enjoyment as it was to have it, but she couldn't let such an idea see the light of day, or even the moonlit night. She pushed it back beneath the surface and stepped out into the warm water. She needed to cleanse herself. Clean herself, that's what she would do.
She waded out into the deeper water, soap in hand. The water felt good. She let herself sink down into its warmth. It seemed a very safe and private place even though she was miles and miles out in the wilderness with who knew what roaming around in the woods. The water was soothing and relaxing, and she needed to relax. Her whole body had tensed. The episode in the Latham's tent had wound her tight like a guitar string that might break into two twanging halves.
Betty waded out farther, navigating the slippery rocks on the bottom carefully, until the surface lapped at her floating titties - lapped at them like large, wet tongues. She rubbed herself - her tits, her arms, her belly, between her legs - it all felt so good. With slow scuttling motions of her hands she was able to lift her feet from the rocky floor of the lake and float suspended, buoyed up by the warm water.
Even though the water was relaxing, Betty noticed that it had not quenched the flame that continued to flicker in her cunt. That flame burned steadily - a persistent beacon in the distant dark. Her hand warmed itself between her legs, pushed up against the door of her tiny furnace. Her mind reeled off a bright burst of images - Tex and Rita locked in wild thrashings, Tex's enormous cock pile-driving into Rita's writhing cunt, images piling up on top of one another like double exposures.
Betty hurried back to the shore and got her soap from the rock. She waded back out to her waist and began to soap herself vigorously. She lathered her tits, rubbed the soap into her firm flesh, flattening her perfect tits against her ribs. The small hard nipples felt like burning stones that rolled between her hands and the flattened flesh of her rib cage. Her hands flew over her body, soaping and rinsing, and soaping again. Between her legs, the bar of scented soap rode up and down the crack of her cunt, the rounded end working its way deeper into her pussy, like an angular cock that had crept into the lake to seek out the tight, hot warmth of her cunt. She spread her legs to allow more of the bar into her pussy. The blunt, slick corner caressed her clit. She rubbed harder.
"Oh, my God," groaned Betty, the fire spreading, licking out with its long tentacles to touch and inflame the passion she had so carefully stored away over the years. The pockets of dusty passion erupted into flame like dry kindling. "Oh, my e,ver-loving God," she whispered hoarsely into the night, the water at her waist churning with frenzied activity. "Jesus," she cried with a sharp intake of breath, the whole bar of soap almost sliding right up her cunt. "Uuuuuuuu," she murmured, the whole width of the bar easing its way up her cunt, its wide span stretching her pussy walls farther than they had been stretched in who knew how long. "Ooooooo, Christ, ooooooo," she cooed, working the bar in and out of her cunt. But in the next instant a chill ran through her body that seemed to douse every flame.
"Whoooo . . . whooooo . . . whoooooo." The sound filled the night and Betty tucked into a tight ball in the water, only her head remained above the surface. The soap had slipped from her hand and fluttered lazily to the bottom.
"Whooo . . . whooo," came the sound again, from almost straight above her. And the branches of a pine tree near the lake shuddered and shook as a great owl flapped its way out into the night sky, its white underbelly and wings reflecting the soft moonlight with an eerie glow.
"Wow," said Betty to herself as she hugged her breasts tightly with her arms. "Scared the shit out of me, owl." She watched it flap quietly across the lake, swooping once when sighting some small night creature, but lifting again to disappear over the trees. Betty's heart pounded against her ribs. Her bath was finished.
She stood on a rock to keep her feet clean. She dried herself briskly with the terry towel - her back and breasts, her arms and legs. She ran the towel between her legs and, with a hand on either end, she ran the towel back and forth between her legs, drying her bush and heating up her pussy at the same time. Her hips moved slowly against the thick toweling, her cunt catching the rhythm of her action. She pulled up hard against the terry cloth and felt the friction mount, the nubs of the cloth against her pussy hair buffing the puffy lips of her snatch. She looked like an exotic dancer perched atop a rocky stage in the muted light of the half moon.
The moon passed behind a ruffle of clouds, and shadows fell across the lake. A shiver ran up Betty's spine and she quickly sought her slippers beside the rock. She slid her damp feet into them and felt around for the flashlight. It had fallen over and had rolled several feet away from where she had set it beside the slippers. She snatched it up from beside the rock.
She grabbed the flashlight quickly and didn't get a good hold of it. The cold metal handle slipped from her grasp and fell. As she grabbed for it, she caught the upper barrel of the handle and pulled it against her. The cold butt of the handle hit her flat belly just above her pussy hair.
"Shit!" she cried. To keep the flashlight from dropping she had to press its cold metal against her warm flesh. It sent an electric chill throughout her body.
And then a strange thing happened. Betty pressed the cold metal against her belly. The alien object felt cool, but good - hard and smooth. She pressed it into her flesh harder, the rounded butt of the light's barrel nosing into her pussy hair. The cold metal seemed to leave a burning trail across her skin. She ran it across her lower belly in zig-zag lines, then in circles through her cunt hair. It felt so good, so unusual. A flashlight was a nice neutral thing, wasn't it? It was the coolness, the hardness that she liked. There could be no harm. This was a simple enjoyment that her mother surely couldn't object to. She fingered the smooth surface of the lens, the raised switch, the suddenly exciting length of it.
Betty spread her towel out on the rock and sat down, spreading her legs fully, and began running the flashlight up and down her inner thighs. The longer she held the light, the warmer it got. The butt end probed up into the thick hair that surrounded the mouth of her pussy, and rubbed around the swollen lips. Betty lay back on the towel and pulled up her legs. She took the light with both hands and ran it up and down the full length of her cunt slot. The metal warmed her even more.
It felt so good. How could there be any harm in this - enjoying the cool hardness of a flashlight. It was different with a man's cock, wasn't it? That was the kind of enjoyment that was wrong, that good girls didn't feel. Her mother had never talked about flashlights or candles or cucumbers, had never mentioned the word masturbation to her.
The warm metal nudged up between the wet lips of her pussy, burrowed into the moist folds of flesh, and found the deep gash of her cunt. "Oooh," Betty gasped, the large rounded handle fully inside the mouth now. "Oh, Jesus - God," Betty said, her head rolling back and forth on the spread-out towel. "Yes, oh yes, Jesus, God - yes." She shoved the full length of the flashlight up her cunt in one sudden heave. "Ooooooooh," she gasped. "Fffffuuuuuuck," she stuttered, the thick metallic prick stretching her pussy walls and reviving all the dying coals. Betty Allison lay on her towel atop the rock and fucked in and out of her cunt with the long-handled flashlight. The night was filled with her soft moaning and the sucking slush of the handle pulling out and plunging in.
"Do it," she muttered, "Oh yes, do it," she begged some composite image that flickered in her mind, a composite drawn from the three men who slept in the tents. The hard prick belonged to the three of them, and she loved it - but it was only a flashlight, wasn't real, so it couldn't be bad, could it? She fucked against the metallic cock until her come crashed in upon her like a collapsing dam, flooding her with icy fire as its passion engulfed her.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiiii," came her cry and carried out across the lake where it startled a smaller owl perched atop a tall pine. The bird flapped slowly and disappeared as Betty's convulsive fucking eased and she lay still upon her rocky bed, flashlight buried to its flaring lamp up her cunt.
Chapter Three
They had all spent the day hiking, and when they got back to camp Sally Westmorland suggested a swim in the lake. Everyone agreed. The others had headed for the lake, but Betty went back to her tent to get her suit. When she finally did arrive at the shore, everyone including Bob, was frolicking around in the nude, splashing water at one another, dunking each other, and generally making fools of themselves, thought Betty. "Come on in, Betty. The water is great," said
Rita. She was a tall, leggy redhead, and she stood towering above Sally so that her tits were clearly visible. They were large and white, they hung like ripe melons capped with bright cherry nipples. Their reflection in the water made them look twice as big as they really were. She could see Bob eyeing those enormous tits already. He was crouched down in the water, probably trying to hide the cock her body had caused to be erect.
"Yeah, come on, Betty," called Sally, scooting away from Tex's big right hand, a right hand that would have snatched up a handful of ripe titty had she not moved just in time.
"On second thought, gang, I really don't feel like a swim. I'm gonna go back to camp and take a rest. See you there," she said, whirling around and striding off up the trail.
She could hear their laughter and splashing behind her. Bob would no doubt join in, feeling up Sally and Rita for all he was worth. No matter - she wouldn't participate. The whole scene had made her stomach churn, had made her dizzy. How could they just take off their clothes like that, display their nakedness to one another? She was hot and sweaty and she went into her tent to change clothes. When she pulled off her Levi's, her panties rolled down with them. Her pussy had betrayed her again, for it was dripping like a leaky faucet. Her panties were drenched with her juices.
The five of them played a game of tag, and it was surprising that the men were usually "it," even seemed to want to be "it." Bob was "it" now, and chased Sally out into deep water. A tag had to be made with both hands, and Bob never quite made it, always coming up one hand short. Sally kicked strongly with Bob at her heels, suddenly dove under, and Bob followed with a powerful dive. His hand shot through the water and plowed between Sally's ass cheeks, fingers nudging at her asshole, but the other hand never touched her.
Bob came up and saw Rita treading water not far away, and with a feint toward Tex, he shot straight for her. She tried to push off on a rock, but the stone gave way, and she floundered in the chest-deep water. Bob was upon her, his hand flashing through the clear water and swiping gently at her large tits, fingers raking across her hard nipples. Through the water she could see the wavering image of his lengthy cock.
"Hey, glory hound, how about letting somebody else play," yelled Jim Westmorland. He stood in waist-deep water and the head of his prick poked up through the water's surface. Bob didn't see how he had the guts to do that. He tried to keep his own sprung cock beneath the water.
"All right, all right." Bob swam with swift strokes toward Sally, dove beneath the water several yards in front of her, and swam far under her kicking legs, which moved like beckoning arms above him. She tried to move away, but he shot up and touched one hand to her cunt and the other to her ass. "You're it, Sally," he called as his head broke the surface.
"I think we are getting the short end of the stick, Rita. What do you think?" She looked from Rita to the three men.
"You ask me, we ain't getting any stick at all." They both laughed, and Bob's prick leaped in the warm water.
"I don't know about you, but I think I'm gonna start playing the way they are." Rita arched up out of the water, tits hanging like huge melons in the sun, and dove deep into the lake. Jim watched her wiggling image streak toward him beneath the water. He did little to move, but yelled when her hand, instead of tagging him, grabbed for his cock. She held it firmly and pulled him under. The next second she was gone and he struggled to the surface.
"What the fuck you tryin' to do, Rita, yank it off?" He stood up out of the water and massaged his hard cock.
"Poor baby," said Sally to her husband. "Maybe we should put a splint on it for the rest of the trip."
"Yeah, that's what you think. Takes more than some Waco broad to do in Tiny Tim," he said, shaking his large cock at Sally and Rita, who stood side by side in neck-deep water. Rita's tits floated happily on the surface. "Be careful Rita, or this thing could end up someplace you aren't expecting it."
"Promises, Jimbo, always promises," she teased and lifted her heavy tits out of the water and shook them.
"Better watch out, Jim, she can be a real wildcat. She loves revenge," said Tex of his wife. Tex waded toward the shore, his own prick bobbing up and down as he walked toward their clothes. Had Betty been there, she would have seen that his imagined cock was almost matched by reality. He turned toward the others and held his prick with both hands.
"Christ, Tex," said Sally, you could kill a girl with that thing." She felt a thrill run through her. What a Way to be killed. She envied Rita.
"Well, Rita don't look any the worse for wear," said Jim.
Bob felt like a fifth wheel, his own cock having begun to shrink for some reason. He moved toward the shore and kept his back to the others. His half limp cock swung between his legs.
"Where you going?" yelled Jim.
"I guess I better check on Betty. She is a little inhibited, you know."
"See you back at camp," said Sally. "I sure hope Betty isn't upset because of our antics. Too bad she is so uptight about such things.
"Yeah, I thought it might help - this trip and all - you know."
"Well, we've got all week. See you in a bit." She had walked toward him, and she now stood in knee-deep water, her body exposed to full view. Her tits were bigger than Betty's, but they didn't sag. At twenty-eight, she was the youngest of the three women, and her flesh was tight and firm. Her belly was flat and her waist narrow. Her thin hips tapered into shapely, well-toned thighs and calves. Bob was mesmerized by the twin pussies that stared at him - Rita's dancing on the surface of the water, the other dripping sunny drops of water. Sally's blond bush seemed to be alive with suns, burning there before him in the late afternoon.
He tugged on his pants to hide the surging of his cock into full erection.
"Bye, Bobby," she said, smiling at him with parted lips, the tip of her tongue playing slowly in the gap.
"Sally, you shouldn't tease poor Bobby," said Tex, who had watched the whole thing.
"Oh, hell, Tex, I really wasn't teasing him. I kind of feel sorry for him, what with Betty and all."
They all came together in the shallows and sat around on the larger rocks.
"I just don't understand her," said Rita. "She is a looker. In a lot of ways she puts you and me to shame."
"Hold on there a minute," said Tex. "I ain't seen nothing to put you to shame."
"That's for sure," said Sally.
"Well, what I meant was, she is really a sexy piece. You ever watch the way men look at her when she is out?"
The other three just shrugged.
"Well, it's like they would sell their souls for a piece of her ass."
"Okay, so what. They look the same way at you and Sally," said Jim, moving over behind Sally and putting a hand over each tit.
"Well, most women like it - it makes us feel good - but not Betty. You can't even talk about sex with her. I like her and she is a great person, but it's as if sex didn't exist for her, and when you are around her, it can't for you. You saw how fast she cut out when she saw us all naked."
Rita had reached out and taken hold of Tex's pole. She smiled at him and squeezed. "1 don't know what I would do without sex," she said puling hard on his rigid tool.
"I think you had better do something with this thing, hon, or I'm just gonna have to fill this old fake up with whipped cream."
Sally smiled and felt Jim's long cock working its way up beneath her ass. "You mind?" he whispered in her ear.
"Not if Tex and Rita don't mind," she said.
"Shit, Sally," Rita said smiling, "I fuck better in company anyway."
Both women settled onto the cocks of their husbands and the water began to bubble and churn as they fucked.
"I've never done anything like this before," said Sally. "I mean . . . oh, God ... I mean I'm really excited - hot, I guess - God, yes, I'm hot."
"I don't believe this, Sally. You. Us. Wild," said Jim, fucking her pussy with wild abandon. "This is fantastic." It turned him on to watch Rita getting plugged by Tex's monster cock. He watched Tex's hands squeeze Rita's tits, and the wild look on Rita's face as she fucked.
"That's it Jimmy, fuck the shit out of her," Tex said, urging him on. Jim really didn't need any urging, though, because he had never felt such need, such urgency, such fantastic pleasure as he fucked Sally as he had never fucked her before.
The water rose as the two couples fucked, splashing and spraying as the two women flung their arms. "Fuck me, baby," cried Rita, "Oh, yes - fuck me good."
"Yes, yes, yes," cried Sally, as though answering Rita, "Good fuck, such good fuck."
"Ffffuuuuuuck," yelled Jim.
"Ssssh," said Sally, "Bob and Betty will hear."
"Oh Christ, send her down. I've got enough prick for her too."
"The way you feel, I don't doubt it. Just stick it up my fuck hole, honey. Just fuck me, babe, fuck me . . . fuck my cunt, Jimmy, pump my cunt full of your hot cum."
"Aaaaahhhhh," roared Rita, cresting her own come.
Chapter Four
Betty had been able to hear all the fun and games down at the lake, and she was surprised when Bob came into camp by himself. She had busied herself with fixing dinner while Bob chopped aimlessly at firewood for a bonfire later that evening.
Sally and Rita had pitched in after they got back from their swim, but it was pretty quiet as they worked at the four-burner propane stove that Tex had designed and made. The stew that the woman prepared tasted somehow better for having been made in the mountains, and everyone enjoyed it. After the third bottle of burgundy had been consumed, everyone was feeling loose and relaxed.
"What say we go fishing tomorrow," said Tex. He and Rita loved to fish.
"Oh, yes, let's go," said Sally, knowing full well that Jim didn't like fishing.
"Fine with me," said Bob, looking at Betty who sat bundled up in a parka even though the evening was mild. She shook her head.
"Why don't you and Jim hold down the fort," Sally said to her, "while the rest of us go fishing, then.
"Fine with me," said Betty, not really caring what they decided. She was going to have a miserable time, and it wouldn't matter who planned what. She felt the outsider again, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Sure thing," said Jim. "No telling what Betty and I will get into tomorrow."
"You mean what you will get into?" Tex said with a playful sneer on his face.
"Betty just might have something to say about that?" added Rita.
Betty pulled the dark parka up around her face and ears. The flames of the fire danced in her eyes, but the rest of her face was hidden.
"The world is full of surprises, Rita. You never know what's gonna happen," said Bob, reaching over and playfully goosing her between her drawn up legs.
"Aaaaiiiiii!" she screamed, and threw a branch at him.
"I think I'll turn in," said Betty. She had watched Bobby's thumb jab Rita right between the bulging halves of her cleft pussy. She didn't have to put up with that.
"Night, Betty," said Sally.
"See you tomorrow," Tex said.
"You coming, Bobby," Betty asked her husband.
"Think I'll just enjoy the fire a bit longer, honey. Be there directly."
Betty shrugged the huge shoulders of her parka and strode off toward their tent. Enjoy the fire, my ass, she thought to herself. Enjoy ogling Sally and Rita's cunts and tits, he would.
Betty shucked off her clothes and slipped on her flannel nightie. She crawled into the sleeping bag and curled up toward the shadows that danced on the canvas. She could hear their talking and laughter. Another bottle of wine was being passed around, and Rita's high-pitched giggle suggested someone else had probed her puffy pussy. Betty put her hand between hr thighs and cradled her cunt in her warm fingers. She hoped for sleep.
Bob's watch said 2:30. He tried to go back to sleep, but the wine had stretched his bladder as far as it would go. He would have to get up and chance waking Betty.
He slithered up out of the twin bag, raking his stiff prick against the zipper. He managed to keep an oath suppressed, and disentangled himself from the bag's lining. He rubbed his cock soothingly.
He didn't know if he held a piss hard-on in his hand, or if his cock was still hard from listening to Sally and Rita with their suggestive banter all evening. Either way, he had to piss.
He pulled on his slippers and let himself out of the tent. The pine needles crunched and squeaked beneath his leather soled slippers. He thought for one moment that he should go back and slip on his pants, but there wasn't a sound to be heard beyond the soft babble of the distant brook and the whisper of a wind in the trees. If he ran into a bear his pants wouldn't matter anyway, he thought to himself, half amused. He looked around carefully nonetheless.
Bob wanted to get far enough away from camp so that there wouldn't be any chance of waking the others, but also for sanitary reasons. They had tagged a rather remote area beyond the camp as the "potty park." Bob made his way between the two large boulders that designated the outdoor privy.
Good thing I'm not back in camp, he said to himself as he opened up his firehose of a cock and sprayed piss upon the flat wall of a rock.
"My God, who is that," said a female voice in the darkness.
Bob tried to cut his flow, but the pressure was too great, and he just kept pissing against the rock. "Shit!" he said. "It's Bob. Who's there?"
After a short giggle came, "It's me - Sally." She giggled again.
"I'm glad you think it's so fuckin' funny, Sally."
"I'm sorry, Bobby. Really, it just sounds like a rainstorm. What's that old saying, 'like a cow pissing on a flat rock.' "
"Jesus, Sally. Just wait up and I'll be finished." He drained his prick and shook it vigorously. Only then did he remember that he was stark naked.
"I hope you are about done, 'cause I'm about to bust a gasket."
"Sally!" he almost shouted as he heard her coming across the blanket of needles. "I'm not dressed. I mean . . . " He suddenly didn't know why that should matter, for they had seen one another nude in the lake earlier. But it did seem to matter.
"Guess what, Bobby, so am I, and I got to piss, naked or not, so I'm coming through-You want to close your eyes, you go right ahead."
Out of the darkness she materialized, first her sleepy heart-shaped face, then her white shoulders and tits, almost glowing in the weak moonlight, and finally her thin hips and moon-blanched pussy hair.
"You didn't close your eyes, Bobby. Thought you were the one concerned about being naked."
"Christ, Sally, you are fantastic in the moonlight. Hell, you're fantastic in any light." Bob Allison was aware then that his pissing had not shrunken his cock, for it stood up at a forty-five degree angle and bobbed its purplish head in the same moonlight that bathed Sally's delicious body.
"I'd like to admire that thing," said Sally, "but I really got to piss, Bobby." She walked over beside a tree and squatted down. Her own flood gates opened with a rush, and the piss flowed in a wide river between her feet.
"Real lady-like, ain't it, Bob. But here we are in the wilderness, and we have to make allowances, right."
"Right," he said, admiring the curvaceous halves of her ass as she squatted there. She balanced herself with the hand that held a roll of toilet paper against the small pine tree.
Bob's head spun with the possibilities that fluttered before him in the night. His prick throbbed in \as hand, and he discovered that he was squeezing his cock with a vicious grip. When he let go, the blood filled the white imprint of his finger prints.
"Sally," he said, "Sally, can I do something weird?"
"What, Bobby?" She wrapped toilet paper around her fingers like ribbon.
"Can I wipe your pussy."
"You serious, Bobby? Wipe my pussy?"
"I know it sounds kind of ... "
"Kinky?" she said.
"Yeah, kinky, I guess."
"You ever wipe Betty's pussy after she pissed?"
"Hell, Betty don't even like me to be around when she pisses."
"Shit, Bobby, you want to wipe my pussy, come ahead." She got up and handed him the roll of toilet paper. He reeled it off around his fingers as she had done.
He stood there waiting.
"Well," she said.
"Well," he said.
She finally spread her legs slightly and thrust her pussy up toward him. He reached down and patted the thick bush of blond hair with the papered fingers of his right hand. He barely touched her cunt hps beneath the thick gauze of hair.
"Hey, Bobby, that's not wiping." She reached down and took his wrist. "Like this," said Sally, and she began rubbing his fingers up and down her cunt hps. "That's better." She spread more and lifted her cunt up to him.
"I don't believe this is happening. Pinch me, Sally. I must be dreaming."
She reached down and pinched the thick, mushroom-like head of his cock. "Nope, Bobby, that's the real thing."
"Oh shit, Sally." He pulled his hand away and stepped back. "This is crazy. You better go on back to your tent before something really stupid happens."
"You are sweet, Bobby Allison, but the only thing I can think of that would really be stupid for me to do would be to go back to my tent."
"Sally?"
She fell softly to her knees and took his thick, meaty cock in both hands. "How could I pass up this lovely thing?" she said, looking up into his bewildered eyes.
Bob's cock was not exceptionally long, but it was the thickest prick Sally Westmorland had ever seen. Even Tex, who had the biggest tool she had ever come into contact with, had to come up second best when it came to thickness. Bob's cock was thicker than her wrist, and she pumped up and down on it with both hands.
"Why have you kept this monster hidden from me all these years, Bob? You are a selfish man, you know. Keeping this thing hidden in your pants and all. Hope Betty appreciates what she's got here." She dipped her head and her tongue licked at the pee slit, still salty from Bob's piss.
"God, Sally, this is too much. Won't Jim ... "
"Won't Jim what?" She took the smooth cap of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around it in slow circles. Her tongue stopped at the very tip and probed the pee slit as deep as she could. Bob thought his prick would split in half as she worked her sharp little tongue down inside the tiny mouth of his cock, but he would have gladly rather have had it happen than stop her.
"Uuuuuuuuh," he moaned, his head falling back. His hands ran through Sally's long blond hair, held it by the handful, and pulled her gently onto his cock.
"Easy," she said, lifting her face from his raging, reddened stalk. "I ain't superwoman, you know." She sucked up the head of his hefty tool and worked as much of it into her mouth as she could.
Bob could feel his cum bubbling deep in his balls, responding to the suction of Sally's sucking. Her soft hands jerked him off in wild, rapid motions, and his balls bounced crazily between his legs.
"Sally," he said, but she was lost in sucking his cock, and the frenetic jerking of her small hands laced around his enormous prick.
"Sally," he said again, and pulled back on her head. "I want you too, Sally. I want to eat your pussy."
"Yes, Bobby, yes, yes - eat my pussy. My pussy is just itching to have you suck it out - eat it all, baby." And without a second thought, she fell onto the thick carpet of pine needles that littered the forest floor.
Sally Westmorland felt Bobby's tongue run up and down her inner thighs, stringing trails of icy fire from knee to crotch. How unbelievable that a chance piss in the night would throw her into an old, persistent fantasy. As long as she had known Betty and Bob, she had dreamed of fucking him, and when she had seen him in the lake - the well-toned muscles that had developed from wrestling and still maintained by working out with weights, she had begun to hope fervently. Now her hopes were being realized.
Bob's tongue ran the length of her slit. He pushed her legs apart and pulled up her knees, pulling her cunt lips apart with his fingers. His tongue ran up and down the groove of her cunt rapidly, thrilled with sensations as it did.
"Oh, Jesus, God, Bobby, God help me. Oh shit, fuckin' shit, Bobby - do it, do it to my cunt, honey. Lick it, hon, oh lick the shit out of it." Her pussy pumped up into his face and his tongue probed deeply into her inner lips, flicking in and out with quick, stabbing thrusts. His tongue was exceptionally long and snaked its way up her pussy passage farther than Jim's had ever done.
"Ooooooh, honey, eat it, eat it all. More, baby, more, lick out my honey pot, Bobby, lick it clean." Her pussy closed on his tongue and her cunt twisted and turned.
His tongue withdrew slightly only to launch a full assault on her erect nub of a clit. The quick tip of his tongue slapped the fleshy finger back and forth, sending vibrations up Sally's cunt and spreading throughout her body.
"Oooooooh," she moaned as his tongue licked her most sensitive point. "Oooooooo, honey, I can't take it any more." But she did take it, and pulled his face down into her crotch, buried his nose in her cunt, and would have tried to swallow up his entire face had her pussy been larger.
"I can't hold on . . . I'm gonna . . . oh, Bobby . . . I'm gonna . . . CREEEEEAM," she cried, forcing his face even deeper into her pussy. "Oh, yes," she cried, head flailing in the pine needles and legs clutching Bob's head like a vise. "Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . suck my cunt, baby . . . yes - oh, yes." The spreading fire of her orgasm outran her senses, and she mumbled incoherently as she rode the final spasms of her passion. "Eat . . . pussy-fuck . . . Bob prick . . . oh, asssuckerfuckshit."
Chapter Five
Sally had regained her senses and her strength. She sucked long and hard on Bobby's stiff cock. She wanted his cum gushing down her throat, his balls pumping their load without end into her mouth.
"That's it, Sally. Suck it hard, baby," said Bob as he fucked her face. The idea of fucking her face was as stimulating as the act itself, for he had dreamed of doing just this - fucking the beautiful face of Sally Westmorland. His cock raced between the full sensual lips, his mushroom-like head rubbing up against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. But his cockhead was too big, she said, and she couldn't take it down her throat. He was disappointed, but it still felt good.
"I'm fucking your face, baby, fucking that lovely face of yours. Just like a pussy - like a cunt - I'm fucking it. I'm gonna shoot my load right in that beautiful face, honey, and you are gonna take all of it - gallons of it - pumping it right into that sweet mouth and down that hot throat."
She took more and more of his cock, his words driving her wild. Her throat relaxed more and more, and his cockhead eased in farther and farther. His hips moved against her, his cock plunging into her mouth, ass bucking and humping his thick prick into her. The soft cockhead battered against her soft palate, rubbed against the fleshy appendage at the back of her throat. Rather than gagging, the sensation sent her cunt throbbing. Christ, could she do it? She closed her eyes tightly, and relaxed her throat as much as she could.
Bob's cock seemed to have a mind of its own. He was aware of the fragile woman he was fucking with such abandon, but his cock didn't care about such things. It drove more and more deeply into her throat. It felt the constricting muscles and plunged toward the source of constriction. His ass shot up and down, powering his cock like a jackhammer into the mouth of Sally Westmorland. But there was no Sally Westmorland for him now, there was only the wet hole that squeezed his cock toward its coming.
"Aaggggghhhh," moaned Sally, but she didn't try to roll him off or push him away. She relaxed and strained at the same time. She would have him, all of him. "Aaagghhhh, ooooaaaa." She felt his balls banging against her with their hot, heavy fullness of cum.
"Take it, Sally, take it all," he said, "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby, fuck your throat, ream out your tonsils, honey, fuck until I blast off like a Titan inside your throat."
"Mmmmmmaaaaaa," she said, heaving her head up to meet the thrusts of his prick, hands clutching the ass cheeks above the prick that pounded into her mouth and throat. Her fingers dug into his tight flesh, burrowed and kneaded until Bobby could feel one lone finger nudge up against his sensitive asshole. The finger rubbed around in tight little rings until the muscles relaxed.
Sally quickly sank her finger into her own cunt, swirled it around in the running juice of her cunt, and then sank it quickly up to the first knuckle in Bobby's ass.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said, but wiggled his ass back against her finger until it had sunk up to the second knuckle. "Aaaaaah, baby, fuck my asshole with your finger, honey - finger my ass." She fucked in and out of his ass with her slick finger and she could feel the cum that built up between her finger and her mouth.
"Oh, baby, it's time . . . it's time, hon, oh is it ever time."
She could feel the spasms building from the base of his cock root, rippling up the length of his prick, propelling the blast of hot cum like a jet stream into Sally's grasping throat.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmmm," Sally moaned into his cock, biting against the spurting cock that bathed her insides with scalding white cum that she so longed for.
Bobby's rocks just kept exploding, blasting load after load of cum up through the tube of his cock into the hot, tight channel of her fucking throat. His coming seemed as though it would last forever - wave after wave, blast after blast.
"Fuuuuck, Sally, oooh, fuuuuuck," he sighed.
And just as his coming began to ebb, his balls emptying their final dregs into Sally's tight throat, he felt her body go rigid.
Sally's mouth tightened on his cock with incredible strength, and her body began twitching uncontrollably. "Mmmmmmm . . .mmmmmmm. . . mmmmm mm," her words vibrated into his cock and balls. Her own climax had snuck up on her unexpectedly and shook her whole body, convulsive spasms tearing through her as she locked her legs and arms around Bobby Allison and rode her orgasm for all she was worth.
Bobby crept back into the tent and inside the sleeping bag. Betty was turned away from him; her-breathing was shallow, but even. His own heart pounded against his rib cage - half out of fright, lest Betty awaken. And half out of joy, at having fucked Sally for most of the night.
Betty fought to control her breathing. She could smell the scent of another woman on him, the musk of a woman's cunt. But whose? Rita? Sally? Did it matter? She rolled her frustration up into a hard little knot and forced it down into the pit of her stomach.
Chapter Six
The sun had risen on a beautiful day. A few large, fluffy white clouds sailed slowly across the azure sky driven by a gentle breeze that rustled the pine trees and felt wonderful in Betty's face. She had managed to push aside the events of the previous evening, and her mind was almost as clear as the day. A few furtive thoughts nibbled at the edges of her consciousness, fleeting fabrications of what Bob was doing out fishing with Sally and Rita. Tex didn't seem to be in the picture.
Those she brushed away and went about her business. She had planned a nice dinner for the fishermen, and she threw herself into her task.
The thunk, thunk, thunk of Jim Westmorland's ax provided a comforting sound for her to work by. She paused above her bowl of vegetables and watched him split the large chunks of firewood for the evening fire. His bronzed body rippled in the sun as he swung the ax, making it arc high above his head and driving it down into the upright log. The two halves split neatly with every downward whack.
Jim had a sinewy build, muscles long and corded. His stomach rippled like a washboard, and his thighs knotted as he raised on his toes for more leverage. A thin film of sweat coated his brown skin and glistened as he moved.
Betty had been watching him for a long time, - had been mesmerized by the rise and fall of the ax, lulled by the thunk, thunk, thunk, as ax bit into wood. A sudden shiver ran through her and she returned to the vegetables in her bowl.
"Ssssshit!" yelled Jim, and his ax went sailing.
Betty dropped the bowl and vegetables scattered everywhere. Jim was doubled up on the ground, and she had horrible visions of severed limbs, blood and gore. She stood frozen to the earth, the vegetables in a ring around her feet.
"Damn mother-fuckin' son-of-a-bitchin'
bastard!"
"Jim!" she finally called. "Oh, Jim." She ran to him.
He had rolled over and sat cross-legged in the dirt. Betty saw that a large splinter of wood stuck out of his left thigh near his crotch. He wore ragged cut-offs and the blood oozed from the wound down into his crotch.
"Oh, Jesus, Jimmy. You okay?"
"I don't know if I'm fuckin' okay." He reached down and took hold of the splinter and pulled it out slowly. "Ouch, mother-fucker, oh shit!"
She put her hand on his leg above his knee, but didn't dare do anything else. The splinter was broken and it hadn't penetrated too deeply. But it was hard for her to tell, for Jim's cut-offs were in the way.
"Let me look at that," she said, turning back the ragged cuff with difficulty. Jim's cut-offs were very tight.
"Not too bad, I don't think." His face was a little pale. The blood oozed out of the wound steadily.
"Let me get some peroxide and clean it up. We'll be able to tell more then." Betty hurried to her tent and found the first aid kit they always carried. She brought it back and set it down on one of the logs Jim had been splitting.
"Here," she said, dabbing at the part of the wound she could see with a piece of cotton soaked in the clear peroxide. It foamed up into a froth of pink bubbles.
"Oh, shit. I thought that stuff wasn't supposed to burn. Careful."
"I can't see it," she complained, trying to turn up the cuff.
"Shit, here," he said and stripped the buttons open and pulled down his cut-offs. His shorts caught in the tight folds of his cut-offs and came away with them.
"God," Betty gasped, more at the full loose length of his limp cock than at the wound that gashed his leg near his crotch.
"Hey, it's not that bad. Really, the pain is even going. Lucky, through. Another few inches and you'd be holding my prick, I'm afraid." He lifted his limp tool and wiped a smear of blood off the deep purple head.
Betty Allison didn't know what to do so she just stood there blushing and dabbing at his punctured leg. She pressed cotton- against the wound and stopped the flow of blood.
"Hey, Betty, you're really being great about this. I mean, shit - you don't have to do this."
"That's okay, Jim. I'm just glad it isn't too serious. You really were lucky." She blushed again, thinking of holding his prick in her hand, severed or otherwise. She had to fight back the urge to reach out and take it.
"I think the bleeding is stopped. Shall I put on a bandage? You'll have to really keep it clean."
"Hey, thanks, Betty. That would be great if you would. I'm afraid I'm all thumbs when it comes to things like that."
Betty got out the bandages and tape, cut a patch of sterile gauze and put it on the wound. Her hand touched the head of his cock and a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She jumped and the gauze fell to the ground.
"Jesus!" she said, looking up at him, eyes pausing at his cock on the way to his face. "Sorry, Jim, just clumsy, I guess." She cut another piece of gauze and placed it over the wound. She bent her wrist at an odd angle to avoid touching his prick.
When she began to apply the tape she found that there was no way that she could do it without moving his cock.
"Would you . . . mind?" Her head nodded in the direction of his hanging prick.
"Hell, don't worry about touching it, Betty. I think it must have a concussion or something. A piece of the bark hit it near the tip."
"You sure?" she said hesitantly. She lifted his limp cock by the head and saw the red blotch near the tip. "It's red, but I think it's okay." She lifted his cock out of the way and applied the tape. She found herself holding the warm limp cock longer than necessary, and she had to force herself to let it fall.
"That should do it," she said, looking more at his prick than at her patch job.
"No, I really think something's wrong with it. Trauma or something, you know."
"How do you know?" She was squatting in front of him, his cock and balls only inches from her face. She couldn't see anything wrong with them. As a matter of fact, they looked very nice. A bolt of guilt shot through her and she almost toppled over. She had to reach out and touch his thigh for support.
"My God, Betty. It's just hanging there. It should be hard as a rock by now. But just look at the poor thing hanging there."
"From getting hit?" She looked puzzled.
"Hell no, from having you hovering around it. It's just not normal, Betty. When a beautiful woman ministers-to a man's cock, it is supposed to get hard."
Betty broke out into her crimson flush again, hand fluttering about her throat. She had no words or actions for the situation. She didn't move.
"I think something is definitely wrong. You know, a man can experience trauma, and can't get a hard-on. Christ, do you suppose?" He took his cock in his hand and pulled it out as far it would stretch.
Christ, it was long, much longer than Bob's. She had no idea whether Jim were putting her on or not. She didn't see what the big deal was.
Jim began pulling his cock slowly, pulling at the skin around the head. "Got to get it working, Betty. Goddamn, got to get it working."
"I'm sure it will be all right, Jim. Just give it some time."
"Christ, help me, Betty. Help me get it working."
"Help? How, Jim?"
"Touch it, Betty. Squeeze it. A woman's hands - fingers - might make it work."
Betty's eyes widened. "Oh, Jim, I couldn't. I mean that isn't right. I just couldn't touch you." She shook her head violently, and her dark hair flew out in a sun-spiked wheel of ebony.
"Please, Betty. Just touch it. It's just like putting on a bandage. Help me, Betty. Help me make it work." He jerked harder at his cock, but it was still limp. Maybe there was something the matter after all.
She reached out tentatively with her hand, but pulled back suddenly. "No, Jim, I'm sorry, but I really can't."
Why couldn't she? It was just like putting on the bandage, helping out someone in need, wasn't it? There wouldn't be any pleasure in it.
Her hand snaked out again and her fingers stroked the soft underside of his cock.
"That's it, Betty. Keep it up. God, this has to work. It has to." Jim jacked off the end of his prick and she stroked the soft skin between his hand and his balls. He jerked harder and harder, but he stayed soft.
"Betty, you try it. See if you can get the bastard hard." His eyes pleaded with her. He reached out and touched her cheek with the fingers of the hand that had held his cock. She thought she could smell his cock on his fingers - a good smell.
"Oh god, Jim, I don't know," she said, but her hand was already circling his cock and began to work up and down on the limp prick.
Just as soon as she began to jerk him off, she felt the blood begin to seep into the swelling length of his tool, and she started to open her hand.
"No, God, don't stop, Betty. Make sure it really works. Don't stop now, I think it is coming back to life." He reached down and caressed the sides of her cheeks, ran his thumbs along her upper lip. "You have magic in your hands, Betty."
His prick grew quickly in her hand, and soon she had taken hold of it with the other hand as well, without even being asked. She gasped when she realized what she had done, but she didn't release it.
"It's getting back to normal, Betty. I can feel it coming back to life, thanks to you."
She slowed down and looked up at him. "I think I had better stop now, Jim." Her words were soft and deliberate. His cock was rock hard, the end a knob of blazing purple that throbbed in her hand.
"Hey, Betty, it's okay, really, let's just see if it works completely. You know, it might not do what it's supposed to do." He looked down at her and she gave a weak smile.
Her hands tightened and she began jacking him off in earnest. His prick was long enough that she had one hand on top of the other, jacking up and down with quick, powerful strokes.
"Shit, that's it, Betty. Now it's feeling better. I think it's getting back to normal, babe. Just you keep whacking away at it, honey."
Betty was aware that a shift had been made, but she didn't care. She had started it, whether she should have or not, and she would finish it. Jim's cock was a monster, not as thick as Bob's, but so much longer. She fantasized about what it would feel like up her own cunt. Sally was a lucky girl, all that cockmeat shoved up her cunt, filling up her pussy from lips to womb. She beat the blood-engorged cock, the head a swollen, purple knob with a slit in the tip. A clear bead of early cum blossomed there in the sun.
"God, Betty, jack me off, baby, flog my cock, honey. Jimmy's gonna spurt cum a mile for you." "Yes," she muttered to herself, "yes, yes." Her eyes were fixed upon the bright head of his cock. Her mouth was hanging open, her tongue tucked at one corner.
"Gonna come for you, baby, come all over you."
"Come for me, Jimmy," she mumbled, aware of the urgency in his words rather than their meanings. "Yes, Jimmy, yes."
A cold hand gripped her intestines, and her mother's voice came out of the past. Good girls don't enjoy sex, Betty. It just isn't something that a nice girl enjoys. But this wasn't just for herself, now - she was helping a friend, wasn't she? A friend who was in need, needed her hands to make him well - her magic hands. His hot cock felt good in her magic hands, and she had made his cock hot, had brought it to life again.
"I'm getting there, Betty - close now, so close. Harder." His cock pumped into her hands, his hips worked against her strength. She could feel the pressure building, swelling behind some invisible barrier.
"Come, Jimmy, come for me, yes, yes," she said, his cockhead against her cheek. "Blast your cum for me." Her mother's memory screamed at her, but she balanced her outrage against Jim Westmorland's need, and snuck her own in under the shadow of his.
"Betty, oh Betty, I'm coming," and before he had finished his cum was pumping out of his cock and spewing across her surprised face, splattering white gobs of cum that laced her beautiful face with its thick white webbing. Her mouth flew open and his cock spurted a gushing gob right onto her tongue. The hot salty slickness surprised her. She had never eaten cock before, and knew nothing of the taste of cum. She was surprised at the salty sweetness, and she swallowed it without a second's thought.
Only after Jim's cock had shot its last did the full impact of the situation dawn on Betty. There she was, face dripping with Jim's cum, heart pounding, pussy twitching in ecstatic agony. She had actually jacked another man off without any terrible feelings about her husband. What if they were all to come back now, stringers full of trout, and find them, Jim and her, cum-drenched and hot.
"Oh, my God," she cried and bounded up. "Jesus, God," she said, running in the direction of the brook. His tool managed one last drop of cum that clung to the end of his prick like a pearl bead, brilliant in the sunlight.
Chapter Seven
They had spent the whole day at the mouth of the brook as it fed into the lake. Fishing should have been good - Tex had checked the Farmer's Almanac - but it wasn't. The women were tired, and they had set aside their poles to sun on a large flat rock. They had been teasing one another all day, and Sally and Rita gave the men a bad time.
"I could sure find better use for a pole," said Rita. "Why don't you dangle that worm of yours in the water, Tex, and see if you can get a strike."
"Shit, ain't no fish in this fuckin' lake big enough to bite my worm, honey. You should know that." He sent his fly snapping upon the water's surface near a dark hole beside a log. The fly sent concentric ripples out, but nothing else moved. "Shit - perfect cast, and nothing. Maybe there ain't no fish in this fuckin' lake."
Bob watched Tex work the fly rod with fluid, easy motions, but it all came to nothing.
"How come you spend so much time on fish that don't even respond, and ignore me."
How could anybody ignore Rita? Bob wondered. She wore tight blue shorts that showed off her legs and pussy mound. Even though she was a redhead, her skin had tanned a golden, coppery brown. She wore a tied shirt that left her belly bare and flat. Her shorts were cut so low that Bob could see the light rusty fuzz that grew beneath her navel and branched out into a golden red bush beneath.
Bob had forced more than one hard-on down between his legs that day. And with Sally and Rita sprawled out on that rock, he had to fight another.
"Why don't you guys give up and pay some attention to your thirsty companions. Where is that wine we have been lugging around all day?"
"I stuck it in the stream to keep it cool," said Bob.
"At least somebody is using their head," said
Sally, pulling up her top so that her belly could get sun.
"I can sure think of another use for a head," said Rita, rubbing her legs together.
"Rita, you've got a one-track mind, sugar. But I love the track it's on."
"Seems like if you loved it so much, you'd be driving your choo-choo up the track."
Bob couldn't believe the course the conversation had taken during the day. The sexual banter had grown throughout the afternoon, and he felt funny, particularly with Sally being there after what had happened last night. Sally had been warm and affectionate to him, and had touched his prick and balls more than once, but he wasn't very comfortable with the direction that things had been going. It was harder and harder to keep his cock wider control. And neither Rita nor Sally seemed to want to help.
"Men just don't appreciate the sacrifices we women make for them, Rita. We might as well go on back to camp and see how Betty and Jim made out. Might be more exciting."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch - you ever do anything besides bitch?" asked Tex.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we do. But you are too interested in not catching fish to find out." Rita untied her shirt and freed the buttons. She opened it and revealed her milky white tits, large luscious swells capped with her cherry-like nipples.
"Bobby, you appreciate me, don't you?"
"Sure as hell do," he gulped, his cock dancing in his pants.
"Well come over here and rub some of this sun-tan lotion on me." She held out a tube of lotion.
Bob looked at Tex and Tex just shrugged at him. He had no guidelines to help him decide, and then Rita's tits took over. Tits that would drive a man crazy, and a man would have to be crazy to pass up rubbing sun-tan lotion on them. He went to her.
"Don't want these things to get burned, do we?"
"God, Rita, I've never seen such tits on a woman." He could see the faint freckles that seemed to he beneath the surface of her smooth, white skin.
"Go on, you won't hurt them," she said, and squeezed the tube of lotion. It spurted out white streams of cum-like lotion that oozed down her tits. Bob almost creamed his pants just watching it.
"God, Bobby, you gonna rub it in or not?" She seemed impatient.
"Sure, Rita, it just seems kind of funny to be doing it to you."
"I can think of things that would be a lot funnier, sweetheart." She sat up a little and looked at the bulge in his pants. She smiled and reached for the bulging crotch and gave it a squeeze.
"Why don't you just take out that little old thing and rub this lotion in. Now that would be funnier, wouldn't it?"
"Why don't you rub some lotion on me," said Sally, pulling off her top, bearing her own full, brown-nippled tits. She hadn't realized that Rita was going to make a play for Bob, and she felt cheated.
"No, old Bobby has started on me, and I want him to finish. Come on - unzip that thing, Bob." She reached out and zipped down the fly of his Levi's. She fished inside his pants and shorts for his hard cock.
Sally felt left out and a little jealous. After all, Bob was kind of hers, but then, Rita didn't know it.. She felt silly sitting on the flatness of the rock, her titties bare and Rita digging into Bobby's pants in search of his cock.
"Tex," she called, "if Rita can get Bobby to rub lotion on her with his prick, we should be able to do the same."
Tex dropped his pole and turned around. His own cock stuck out of his pants like a club. "Thought you'd never ask," he teased.
"Bring that monster over here, sugar, and let's put it to work."
Before she knew it, Sally had slipped out of her shorts and lay nude on the rock. She took the tube and squirted the white, thick liquid down between her breasts, around each nipple, down the full length of her flat, brown belly, and into the thicket of her pussy hair, where it collected in gobs caught in the fine blond hair.
Bobby Allison saw what was going on and threw caution to the wind. He stripped down his Levis and his shorts. His cock sprang out like a two-by-four.
"Ooooo," said Rita, "what a nice, thick hunk you are." She raised up and reached out for his hefty cock. "God, what a handful. What a cunt-ful." She pulled his cock up against her tits and began rubbing the lotion into her white skin.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels incredible, Rita." He took his cock in his hand and ran it around her heavy tits, smearing the white liquid with the blunt knob of his cock.
"Yes, it does feel nice, doesn't it, Bobby. But I know something that is going to feel better."
"Oh, yeah?" His imagination exploded with wild images of their fucking and sucking. He wanted to do it all - everything - everything at once.
"Give me back that tube, Sally. I have plans for good old Bobby." She took the tube and squirted a thick stream down between her mammoth jugs, and a trail up each inner slope.
When she had finished she pulled him toward her and lay back on the smooth flat rock. Bobby didn't know what he was supposed to do. He could see Tex working his cock all over Sally's glistening body, up and down the full length of her. His prick was enormous.
"Fuck my titties, Bobby. Get that hunk of cockmeat up here and hump my titties good."
She pulled him on top of her and his knees came to rest in her arm pits. He sat high on her rib cage and his cock lay between the giant mounds of her tits.
"There you go," she said, and grabbing a handful of tit from each side, she mashed the massive mounds of flesh around his rigid cock. "Okay, baby - fuck away," she said, and Bob began to move in and out of her voluptuous tit valley.
The faster he fucked her slick, warm flesh, the harder she squeezed, and the harder she squeezed, the faster he fucked.
"Jesus, Rita, Jesus fuckin' Christ. I didn't know anybody could do this, and it feels so good. God, Rita. I can't last long like that."
"Just fuck my titties, Bobby. Dump your load in Rita's titties, honey. Blast that thick load of cum into my hot jugs. Baby, I love the feel of your prick fucking my tits, love it," she said, shaking her head from side to side. The brilliance of her red hair fanned out on the smooth rock. Her tongue ran in muscles around her lips, its pink tip wet and bright. "Aaaaaaggggh," Bobby gargled, his cum bubbling up in his balls with lightning speed. "Aaaaaa-ggggh," again, and then the mushroom head exploded, blasting white shots of jism up the chute of Rita's tits, splattering under her chin and running down her throat.
"Aaaaggggh . . . aaaaagggggh . . . aaaaa-ggggh," he grunted and pumped his jism up through the hot flesh of her swollen tits, splashed it across her throat where it collected in a small pearly puddle in the hollow between throat and collar bones.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, what a come, Rita. I never came like that before, baby, what a fuckin' come." His cock still throbbed between her tits, and she massaged her flesh against his.
Rita's face was flushed, and she reached up to rub the puddled cum into her skin, across her shoulders and up her throat.
"You must have been hoarding, Bobby. I don't think I've ever seen so much cum. Tex, will you look at . . ."
But Tex wasn't interested in Bobby's cum, for he was just then perched between Sally's wide-spread legs, monstrous prick in hand, poised above her gaping cunt.
"Fuck me, Tex, fuck me," begged Sally, reaching down to help guide the enormous length of him into her hot, wet cunt.
"I can't believe this, Rita."
"Believe it, Bobby, and then fuck me, if that hunk of cock is still hard." And it was.
Rita Latham pulled Bobby Allison's cock into her roaring cunt. The tit fucking had raised her passion to fevered heights and she needed fucking in the worst way.
"Yes, Bobby, fuck me. Drive that hunk of cockmeat into my hot cunt, honey. Fuck me good."
Bob punched his short, thick cock into her pussy and pumped at her with quick strokes. His cock was so fat that it rubbed against Rita's clit like nothing she had ever felt. Bobby rode high up on her fuck hole, grinding his width into her inflamed clit, punishing the raw clit until she thought she would go mad.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah," she cried, "fuck me, Bob, oh fuck me silly. Fuck me like you never fucked before." She bit her lower lip and rocked back and forth as he pounded his thick cock into her flaming fuck hole. "Yes, yes, yes, ooooh yes."
Bob raised up and put a hand on each massive tit, rubbing the nipples with the palms in circular motions, gripping the full firm flesh with strong fingers.
"Fuck, Bobby, do it, honey. Fuck the shit out of me. Rip my cunt, baby. Fuck my brains out." She arched up off the rock with her hips, grabbing handfuls of ass as she tried to pull him farther into her hungry snatch. Her hands spread his cheeks and her fingers probed the soft ring of his asshole.
"Fuckin' A," said Bob, "fuckin' A-okay, Rita. Christ, that feels good. Nobody ever did that to me before."
"Shit, Bobby, you've led a deprived life. I'm gonna have to have a word with Betty."
"God no! Betty would never understand this. For God's sake, don't say anything to her about this. She'd fuckin' kill me."
"Oh, shut up and fuck, Bobby. Anyway, she'd do nothing of the kind. Trust me." She worked her finger farther up his ass and he pumped into her hot pussy.
He wanted to argue about Betty, but Rita's cunt tightened up on his cock and he could only think of how good it felt to be fucking her, how incredibly free and alive he felt.
"That's it, Bob, drive that thing home." His extreme width stretched Rita's cunt walls much farther than most men, and his brevity was much more than made up for by his breadth. Her clit sung against his turgid cock and her pussy snapped up all the cockmeat he had to throw at it. His balls were large and heavy, and they slammed against the inner walls of her ass cheeks. She liked the gentle pounding of their fleshy bulk.
"Now we're getting there," she said, looking into his eyes with a catlike stare, upper lips curling back to reveal perfect white teeth. "Uuuuuuh, now we're getting close, Bobby."
Bobby stopped to reposition his knees on the flat stone surface.
He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her begging turning him on unbelievably.
"Yes, oh yes, that's it. Fuck me, Bobby, fuck, oh, fuck . . . fuck ... oh, fuck . . ." She crushed him against her, flattened her mammoth tits against his hairy chest, wrapped her long legs around his and bucked up off the rock.
"I'm ... oh, Bobby, I'm . . ." Her tits heaved against him, her flat hard belly rippled in growing spasms beneath him, and her pussy clutched his cock like a vise. "Mmmmmmoooooaaaaahhh," the bellowing cry escaped her tortured body and echoed out across the flat water of the lake.
Bob fucked wildly into her sopping, grinding cunt - fucked harder and deeper than he dreamed he would ever dare, and then his own cum was shooting up into the hot recesses of Rita's body, gushing out like hot, white lava from the volcano of his cock.
"Oh ... oh, baby . . . oh . . ." mumbled Rita into the soft bend of his neck and shoulder. "Good fucker, oh, good, good fucker." And the last few spurts of his thick jism shot up her smoldering cunt.
Chapter Eight
Jim and Sally had stayed up with Tex and Rita beside the roaring fire. The Allisons had turned in, aid the other two couples had talked about the fact that Betty was so hung up over sex. They talked Biore and more about the healthy attitude they all shared concerning sex and pleasure, until Rita said that she bet that the four of them could switch for the evening without anyone's feelings getting hurt, They all agreed and discussed their attitudes in relation to Betty's.
"Why don't we?" said Rita. She sat beside the fire and cupped her pussy in one hand. "Why don't we what?" asked Sally. "Switch." Sally had had Tex, but Rita had been deprived of Jim. It seemed only fair to her. She didn't say anything, for she had no idea if Sally had told Jim what had happened the day before.
"You kidding, Rita?" asked Jim, eyes bright in the light of the fire.
"Well, it's up to Jim," said Sally. "Hey, wait a minute, don't go pushing it off I onto me. I'm not gonna say yes and then have you all pissed off at me tomorrow."
"Maybe I was wrong," said Rita. "I thought we were all beyond that shit."
"Yeah, me too," said Sally. "I think it would be fun. Jim, if you want to, I want to."
"Well, sure, if you are going to be that way about it. It think it would be great." His eyes feasted upon the swells of Rita's tits in the firelight. I He could see her hand moving between her legs.
-Tex, what about you?" asked Jim, suddenly remembering someone he wouldn't want mad at him.
"Nothing I'd like more than to diddle Sally's pussy, Jimbo. As Rita says, we're beyond all that jealousy shit."
"Hey, this is really okay," he said. "Who'd a thought I'd be getting into Rita's pants with her husband's permission, and who'd a thought I wouldn't mind somebody else fucking my own wife. Some camping trip, right?" "You better believe it," said Tex. They all sat silently for a minute or two, bathed in the dancing shadows of the fire. Waiting for someone to make the first move, each one sat quietly, looking at the flames.
"Well," said Jim, getting up and stretching.
"Yeah," said Rita, doing the same.
"Let's just sort of trade places and stay by the fire, okay?" said Sally.
"Sure," said Rita, sitting down beside Jim.
Sally got up and moved over by Tex. He put out his arm and pulled her close. "Think I can warm you up?" he asked her.
"Wouldn't be a bit surprised." She snuggled down into him.
Jim noticed how easily Sally had taken to the switch and felt more at ease. "Come here, Rita. You are about to make my dreams come true."
"Oh, how exciting. Just hope the real thing is as good as the dream, honey."
"I've got a feeling I'll find it better," he said, teaching over her shoulder and squeezing one of her big tits with his outstretched fingers. "Better, yes indeed."
Betty lay in her sleeping bag listening to the talk that was only slightly muffled by the roar of the fire and the canvas of the tent. She was very much aware of what was going on out there. She thought back to the day before when Jim's cock had been in her hands, when its cum had spattered all over her face. Now he was with Rita, and she felt funny about it. She wished in some way that he were with her. But everything was so confused in her mind. Everything whirled and spun, collided and crashed, until she felt positively dizzy.
As she lay there listening to the soft voices above the crackling of the fire, she discovered that her hand had crept between her legs and rested uneasily at her crotch. The flannel material felt hot to the touch, but it was her cunt that radiated the heat. She inched up the gown until her pussy was uncovered and her hand brushed against the thick hair. Her fingers furrowed the matted mound and ran around the sides of her cunt lips, teasing her burning flesh. But she tried to restrain them. She was terribly aware that Bob was asleep beside her, or at least lay beside her. His breathing was regular, but she wasn't sure that he was asleep.
Her fingers ignored her and sought the hot, wet interior of her pussy, plunged deep into her, and worked vigorously in and out of her cunt. She fought to hold her hips still, but her fingers were beyond her control.
In seconds her fingers had whipped her cunt up to a hot froth, and her stomach spasms signaled that her climax would be short and violent. She convulsed as it exploded like a land mine she had accidentally stumbled upon. Her whole body shook as her orgasm rumbled through her.
"You okay," said Bob, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Fine," she gasped, body still racked by the quick violence of her come. "Just ... a chill. I'm fine now." She pulled into herself, guilt sweeping over her. She felt as though she were cracking up. She was two women, pulling and tugging at each other from opposite sides, both trying to dominate. "Haaaaaaa," a long sigh escaped her, and she felt Bob slip out of the sleeping bag.
"Going to pee," he said, and let himself out of the tent
Rita had Jim's pants unzipped and his cock in her hand. He had her jeans unbuttoned and his hand inside, working at her crotch.
"What say we retire to the tent, Rita. This is getting a little uncomfortable," he said, trying to sneak a finger into her cunt, but finding no access.
"Good idea, cause I have great plans for this fellow."
"God, I certainly hope so."
"You have no idea, Jimbo, but we are going to put this cock of yours through his paces tonight, I guarantee you."
"Come one, come all," he said, but Tex and Sally were busy fumbling with their own clothing.
Inside the tent Rita stripped out of her jeans and sweater.
"Christ," said Jim into the darkness, and stripped out of his own pants and shirt. Rita had pulled his cock out of his shorts, and he had a hard time getting them down and over his long, throbbing cock.
"You've got a sword on you, Jimbo - why don't you come here and run me through." She reached behind her and shrugged off her bra. He couldn't really see them in the dark, but he could pick up the outline of her mammoth tits and large nipples. She shucked off her panties and stood there in the darkness, a faint outline that excited him more than if she had been standing beneath a flood lamp.
"Let's not mess around, Jim. I want you to fuck me. No preliminaries, okay? Just good old down to earth fucking."
"Hell, Rita, you got it. Anything you want, you got."
She knelt down on the sleeping bags. The thick foam rubber pads beneath them made the ground feel spongy and springy, good for fucking.
"Come here, you long son-of-a-bitch," she said reaching out into the dark and finding his pulsating cock. "Got you." She pulled him down on top of her and spread her long, slender legs.
The mushroom-like head of his cock bumped against her pubic bone, but quickly adjusted itself and nuzzled into the wet, slick cunt flesh of her pussy's mouth. "Come on, boy," Rita said, pulling him against her by the ass cheeks. "That a boy." The head of his cock eased into the hot channel.
"Ah, Jesus, is that ever great, Rita. What a cunt, what a body. What a trip." He snuck up the rest of the way and with a short quick thrust, dunked his prick in up to the hilt.
"Oh, my God, are you ever long, Jimbo. I can feel you, it seems, up to my throat. But no more shit, Jimbo - just fuck, okay. I need fucking in the worst way."
"Whatever, Rita, whatever." He began to pump his tool into the steamy cunt as Rita tugged up on his ass and pushed against his thrusts with her hips and pussy. "Just like that, Jimbo. Keep it up, honey. Just keep fucking me like this."
He had no intention of stopping. Her pussy walls seemed to collapse around his long, slender cock as he fucked up into her. She was hot and tight, her wetness oozing down onto his balls as they slammed into her ass. She was running like a small stream, and it made his fucking as smooth as silk.
"Shit, Rita, what a fuck! Sally right out there, and me in here fucking such a beautiful cunt. I can't believe this is happening to me - can't believe that Sally went along with it. Fantastic!"
"Faster, Jimbo, and shut up. I want talk I can go to a cocktail party. I want to fuck, honey. That's all. Just keep your mouth shut and my cunt full of that beautiful hunk of cock."
He pumped away, drove into her, felt the head of his cock batter against the soft end of her passage. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock touched the lips of her pussy, paused, and then plunged swiftly up into her until his balls slammed against her ass. He pulled out again, paused, ran the thick head of his slim cock around the mouth of her cunt, paused, and plunged into her again, pounding at her pussy with his slender strength.
"Oh, you bastard," she said as he pulled out again. She clutched at him, pulled him against her.
Still, he managed to pull out and play at the steaming mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, ooooh, don't stop, Jimbo - please. I'm close, so close." Her hips bucked up off the foam rubber padding, her hands clamped onto his ass, and her mouth sought his tongue.
His hard cock drove into her again, and he could feel the muscles all along her cunt rippling with unbelievable strength as he fucked her.
"Shit," he said to himself, his own come just beyond some invisible barrier, too near to toy with. He began to fuck in earnest, long hard strokes that shook her whole body, swiftly plunging into her hot insides and bringing his own cum to a boil.
"Oh, yes, Jim - oh yes, fuck me . . . fuck me, honey." He could feel her long hair flailing around about her head. Her mouth had lost contact with his tongue, and she rolled in the depth of her own pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you good." He powered into her, drove like a piston into her tight pussy.
"Aaaah, baby, so good, sooo fuckin' goooood. Not far now, honey. Fuck it, babe, fuck it." Her legs locked around his waist and he felt his cock inch in a centimeter farther because of their raised position. "Oh, godamnit, so long - longest prick I ever had, Jimbo - longest . . . longest ... oh fuck, I'm coming, honey, comiiiiiii," her word erupted into a high-pitched scream that reverberated throughout the camp.
Bob had been sneaking up behind the Latham's tent when Rita's scream caused him to crouch behind a boulder. He had been able to overhear everything in the tent, had recognized Jim Westmorlands' voice, and Rita's. Knew too that Tex and Sally must be in the other tent, for no one was around the fire. He had no idea what he was doing out there, but he wanted to be near the action, and the only action was out there.
His own cock was fat and painfully erect. His hand held and idly stroked it. But as he crouched behind the tent in the shadows, his hand moved faster as he thought about what must be going on inside. He flogged his thick prick until he could feel the cum bubbling in his balls, until he felt the gap between not yet and already. And then his cum was shooting out in thick spurts that splattered on the shadowed rock.
"Oh, Jesus, Sally, damned tightest cunt I ever had, baby. So damned tight. Closest thing to a virgin I been next to, girl." He worked his long, thick prick into her slowly, stretching her tight pussy to the snapping point.
"You're just so big, Tex. Any girl would feel like a virgin with that cock in her. Tell the truth, when I first saw it, I didn't think it would fit up inside me." She had half of his cock up her and held the other half in her hands. "Surprised myself.'
'Happily, I hope."
"Christ, yes, Tex. I think this whole thing has been good for me. This especially," she said, squeezing his wide cock near its base. "I didn't know fucking could feel this way. Shit, Jimmy is good, but . . ."
"Sssssh," said Tex. "We don't need to make comparisons. Rita and me are good in the sack, but Rita's pussy ain't nearly as tight as yours."
"Oh, God, Tex, I want all of it." She stuffed the rest of his cock up her tight cunt and locked her legs like braces around his. "Jesus," she said, never having been so full of cock. Jim was long, but he had nowhere near the heft of Tex. "Oh mother, oh mother-fucker," she said as Tex began to fuck in and out of her gripping pussy.
"Shit, Sally." Tex wrapped her body up in his massive arms. "Much as I love your cunt, I'm afraid I can't stay long - just too tight. I'll shoot my load 'fore long."
"Okay, Tex, that's okay, I'm hot, baby, so hot. You make me hot, make my cunt hot, honey, and your load is the only thing that will put out my fire." She twisted and turned against his mammoth prick, feeling it straighten out all the wrinkles in her soft cunt walls.
"Fuck me, honey - ah, fuck me."
"I'm fuckin' you, babe, feel my tight cunt fuck your giant cock. I'm gonna drain out all your cum, Tex - gonna suck it right up my pussy until your balls shrivel up."
"Yes, Sally, yes, oh yes." He pumped harder, split her wider, drove his massive battering cock as deep as he could.
Sally thought she would die, that the monster cock of his would rip her apart. But just as she would open her throat to cry out in pain, a sudden wave of pleasure would sweep over her and she ended up splashing in its spray. Like a yo-yo, she was propelled between pain and pleasure, tossed to and fro by the enormous prick that whipped in and out of her frothing cunt.
"Can't last, honey," Tex said, his hips humping harder, his prick driving toward its final destination. "Can't last, baby, got to throw - " and before the words were out of his mouth, his churning cock was spewing forth its accumulated jism. Balls that had hung heavy with his stored cum constricted and forced the jizz through the tube of his cock.
"Oh, God, fuck me," she cried, as she felt the load splatter the insides of her pussy, wash hot splashes against her cunt walls. "Mother . . . mother . . . fuck ... oh, fuck." Her own climax came crashing down upon her like a giant wave, flooding her with its heat and searing completeness. Its hot intensity washed everything from her mind except the throbbing pleasure that radiated from the center of her being. "Aaaaaaa,"she sighed.
Chapter Nine
Bob Allison stood between the two tents, the moonlight bathing his naked body in its faint glow. He wasn't sure just what to do. The only thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want to go back to Betty in his own tent. His cock wiggled with indecision like a divining rod. There was warm, willing ass in each tent, but both were occupied. He again experienced himself as the odd man out. But his cock knew nothing of mathematics, and its throbbing seemed to rattle all the way down to his aching balls. Having jerked off in the shadows hadn't eased the urgency of his need one whit.
He listened to the soft murmuring that came from both tents, and finally decided to try Rita and Jim. Surely they would have mercy on him, let him join the party. If only Betty had been a different person, this whole trip would have turned into an absolute orgy, he was sure. But she held him back, held them all back. Hell, what did he have to lose? He moved toward the tent flap.
"God, Rita, was that ever good. I could stay up here forever plunking your cunt, honey. Shit, why 'n hell did we wait so long to swap? Christ, to think we could have been fucking each other all this time."
"Don't get in a stew over it, Jimbo - we're fuckin' now, ain't we?"
"Right you are, Rita," he said and fell to licking her nipples and squeezing her full, ripe tits.
"Rita," came the voice from outside the tent. "Rita, that you in there?"
"Bobby," she said, "what're you doing out there?"
"I wasn't spying or anything, I just went on down the trail to take a piss, and I heard all the whoopee. Don't suppose I could come in out of the cold, do you?"
"Shit, Bobby, you got your own woman, why you want to come messing around here?" said Jim.
"Well, you wanna be that way, just forget it," said Bob. "Some friends I got."
"Hey, Bobby, come on back here. You are welcome, and you know it." She cast a mean look at Jim. "That attitude is uncalled for, Jimbo. There is more than enough woman here to go around, and don't you ever forget it. I won't have none of that exclusiveness among my friends, you hear."
"Shit, yeah, Rita - I just wasn't ready for old Bob to come bopping in the middle of the night."
"You sure it's okay," Bob said to Jim.
"Sure, long as Rita don't mind."
"I already told you," she said, sliding over on the foam rubber mat to make room for Bob. "Don't suppose Betty's up and around?"
"No, she's sleeping, I hope. If she ain't, she'll be pissed at me tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll bet she will. We're just gonna have to come up with some way to solve that girl's problem. Gimme time and I'll do it."
It was quiet for a moment. In the dim light Jim and Bob looked at one another's cock. Jim's long and thin, Bob's short and thick. Both were thinking it was too bad that they hadn't been able to balance a little of that cockmeat out.
"Now, since I've got both you lovelies here," said Rita reaching out to grasp each of their cocks, "I'm gonna have myself a grand old time. Rita's gonna fuck you both.
"At the same time?" said Jim.
"You bet your britches." She jacked each off lazily, milking them like cow tits.
"Shit, Rita, you do more to a cock with your hands than most women do with their cunts."
"Ain't you two the lucky ones, then."
"You can say that again," Bob said.
"Okay, Bobby, lay down in the middle here," she said, pulling him into the center of the double-zipped sleeping bag. "Down on your back," she instructed him. "That's it." She pushed him down, and straddled his hips.
"Now I got it," he said, reaching down to guide his thick cock up into her pussy.
"You sure do," she said, feeling the fat head splay the swollen lips of her cunt. "You got just about the fattest prick I ever saw, Bobby."
"And you got one fine cunt, Rita. Ain't never had my cock in a finer pussy. Sweetest pussy I ever fucked, hon."
"Why, thank you." She slid down onto his rigid prick slowly, her pussy walls flaring out and expanding as his thick cock probed up into her cunt. "God, Bobby, your prick is like a round iron that just flattens out my cunt wrinkles."
"Yeah, that may be, but I got a club here that ain't getting any use," said Jim.
"Just hold your horses, Jimbo. I got plans for you and your tool, but this thing has got to be done right, believe me."
"Shit, Rita, I forgot how really good you feel." He wiggled his ass and punched up into her a few times.
"Easy, Bobby," said Rita, "you gonna rupture me with that fire plug, you ain't careful."
"Sorry," he said, and stilled his hips, and lay there with his prick throbbing in the warmth of her tight pussy.
"Now you just turn that old boy on to slow for a while, you hear?" She moved up and down on his cock slowly, the juices of her cunt lubricating his shaft and making the going easier.
"Slow enough for you?" He fucked up slowly, felt the head of his cock push open the cunt walls as he went up, and felt them close again as he slowly withdrew. "Ah, shit, I love it, love it." He had to force himself from driving into her wet flesh and driving headlong toward the bright bubble of his own coming. Instead, he reached up and twisted the nipples of her huge tits and fucked slowly in and out of her hot cunt.
"Am I gonna sit here all night and watch you two fuck in the dark?"
"Christ, you are impatient, aren't you," said Rita.
"Well, what the fuck - you lead a man to the honey pot, and then you wonder why he wants to lick it out. I might as well whip my prick while you two get it on."
"Just cool it, Jimmy. I got plans for that spear of yours. I'm just about ready." She fucked into Bob a few times until she was sure that she was juiced up good.
"Okay," she said, pulling up off Bob's cock and sticking her ass up in the air. "Jimbo, sink that pole of yours into my hot box. Stick it in good and give me a few good licks." She wiggled her ass around as though centering the hairy target for him. In the dark it was not easy to see.
Jim managed to find the sopping mouth of her cunt. He sank the head into the hot flesh and inched up the slick channel.
"You mean we're gonna take turns, like this?" he asked.
"No, we are not gonna take turns," she said, exasperation finally edging her voice. "Just do like I asked you."
Jim fucked into her, his balls trailing along the underside of Bob's wet prick. This recognition sent a tingle through his prick and he shoved up into her fuck passage again, heavy balls dragging over the slippery width of Bob's pulsing cock.
"You got that thing good and wet?" she asked him.
"Feels like a small pond in there, Rita. Can't get much wetter."
"Good. Now pull out and let Bob get back in."
"Shit, start and stop, start and stop. Just like the fuckin' army."
Bob's stubby cock probed up through the hanging lips and into her cunt mouth, pushing wide her excited pussy once again. She could tell that all was going to be well.
"Okay, Jimmy, nice and slow - now, fuck me in the ass."
The night seemed to crackle with the electricity of the moment. Jim's cock was poised behind her. Bob's paused on an outward stroke. The breathing of the three rasped like bellows before the fire of their passion.
"In your ass, Rita? You mean your asshole?" Jim had to hold onto his cock so that it wouldn't lunge toward that puckered brown asshole on its own. But he couldn't believe that she was asking that of him.
"You ain't never done any ass fucking, I take it."
"Never knew a woman that wanted to talk about it, let alone do it. Shit, Rita, this is too much, too fuckin' much. I mean this is fantasy stuff, honey."
"Well, stop fantasizing and start fucking. My asshole ain't had its share of cock lately."
"Here goes," he said, and plugged his cockhead into the relaxed ring of her ass. The head lodged there, knob sunk to the rim.
"Go slow, Jimmy, slow." She moved her ass around in small circles, limbering up the back passage as much as she could. Once she got the large head up her, it would be fine. She pushed back against his stiff prick, and the muscles gave, opening her slick passage to the hot throbbing head.
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Tight! How the fuck He could feel his cock running slowly up the soft, wet slickness of her asshole, running up all the way, until his entire length was surrounded by an incredibly soft fire.
And then Bob banged up into her cunt, battering against Jim's cock, rubbing against it with only the frail tissue of her insides separating cock from cock. "God," said Bob, I can feel your cock, Jim. I can feel you fucking Rita's ass."
"Me too," he said. "Jesus, what a feeling." They managed to time their thrusts together, fucking in and out of her body at the same time.
"Oh, fuck, now you're doing it. Now you've got it." She bent over Bob and dug into his mouth with her tongue. She reached behind her as best she could and clutched Jim's ass. She wanted to encourage both of them, but she didn't have enough arms or tongues to go around. "Ooooooh, suck - good cock, such wonderful cock, filling up Rita's fuck holes." She moved against the twin pricks that powered into her fuck holes. "God, oh God, so much cock. Fuck me with your fine cocks - fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me."
Bob could feel Jim's balls slap against his own, their heaviness surprising him. They must be filled to overflowing with cum, dense with stored jism just waiting to explode. His own balls ached also, a happy ache that absorbed as much pleasure as pain, but aching nonetheless, and seeking release.
"Fuck her ass, Jimbo. Drive that skinny tool all the way up to her belly," he said.
"You too," Jim said, "fuck that hole until you drown her in cum, Bobby, fuck the shit out of her little or pussy."
"Yes, yes, fuck me - drive that spear through me, plug me up with that fat slab of cockmeat." She reached back and bounced both sets of balls with her eager hands.
"Oh, baby, you are stirring up the pudding now," Jim said, as he began to fuck harder into her ass - deeper - slapping his balls against Bob's."
"Oh, shit, yeah, do it, Jimbo. Fuck the shit out of her ass. Plow into her insides. Pump that hot load into her."
"I'm gonna do it, Bob. Rita, I'm gonna load up your insides with my cum. A gallon of it, honey. Flood your shitter with my cum, baby."
He drove into her ass, battered her, but she loved it. The pain eased and pleasure overwhelmed her. "Aaaaaaaa, aaah," she sighed as his cock pummeled her tender ass. "Fuck, oh, yes, fuck my ass, fuck me all over. I'm almost there - fuck me harder, Jimbo, ream out my shitter, baby, ream it out."
Bob got hotter and hotter just listening to them, and he too fucked up into her harder, faster, deeper. His rhythm matched the frantic ass fucking of Jim, and Rita screamed out, "YES, OH YES!" She heaved her body back against the mad plunges of the twin cocks, opened wider to take them even deeper, wanting to swallow them up, take them in-side herself.
"OH, FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK." Her head spun with the mounting of her passion, and she thrust her tits in-to Bob's chest, grinding against his matted muscles so that her nipples rolled around like fleshy marbles between them. The electricity jumped between her cunt and her nipples. "Oooooh . . . oooooh . . . I'm, I'm, I - "
"Fuck!" yelled Jim, the word exploding from his mouth just as his cum was exploding from his cock. It gushed out in powerful jets that creamed hot and thick into the moist insides of Rita's bowels. "Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he grunted and pumped into her, slammed his roaring prick into her backside with utter abandon.
Rita melted into Jim's coming like twin flames of fire, "Oooooooo, shit, aaaaaaaah," she cried deep in her throat, and bucked and kicked like a wild animal, asshole tightening on Jim's cock so much that he shot another hot jet of cum.
Bob's cock reacted to the activity by blasting out its accumulated passion, cum gushing up Rita's cunt and splattering her pussy walls with a scalding wash of his thick essence. His hefty cock banged into her cunt with lightning-quick thrusts that tripped her second orgasm right on the heels of her first.
"Iiiiiieeeeeee," she screamed like a wounded animal, thrashing more wildly than before, wave after wave of hot excitement flooding over her. engulfing her, drowning her . . .
Betty lay still in the sleeping bag listening to the scream. It sounded as though someone were being killed, but she knew better than that. The tents were too close - she could hear everything. Her fingers were still sunk in her wet pussy and moved against her clit as she fumed. That bastard was out there with them. He hadn't gone to pee, and she knew it. Why had he gone over to their side against her? She was left alone now, and had to be strong. Had to do what was right. Her fingers still moved around her swollen clit. They were not connected to her brain, but moved on their own. They coaxed her to orgasm on their own. She couldn't be responsible for their actions, could she?
She wanted Bobby there beside her, asleep. She wanted none of this ever to have happened. She wanted it all to be the way it was before. But her own fingers whispered that that was never to be again.
She came with a quick gasp of breath and a sharp jolt that rattled her very bones.
Chapter Ten
Sally and Rita left early that morning. They had volunteered to hike back to the cars and drive to the nearest town for some needed supplies. They hadn't planned their vacation very well, or else they had eaten more than usual. Betty thought something had been a little funny when they left, as though everyone knew something that she didn't. There was a lot more winking and ass patting than usual, she thought.
The three men had hung around camp most of the morning, but then Bob left in search of dead timber that could be chopped for the fire. Jim and Tex just sat around on the camp stools and chatted with Betty as she puttered. They seemed extremely friendly. Perhaps she had been wrong..
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get some sun," said Jim, as he pulled off his shirt. "Mind if I strip to my skivvies?" he asked Betty, who stood at the folding table washing some dishes.
She just shrugged, remembering the last time he had stripped off his pants. Her body reacted with ambivalence. A thrill shot through her as images of lis long cock bobbing up and down in front of her face flashed across her mind. At the same moment, the bottom of her stomach seemed to drop away and her heart lodged in her throat. There it pounded as fear gripped her. She tipped over the dish pan, flooding the table with soapy water. "Oh, damn!" she said, and stamped her foot.
"Okay?" he said, standing there in his pale blue boxers.
"Just clumsy, I guess." She began sopping up the water with a towel.
"Here," said Jim., getting another towel, "let me help you."
"Thanks, Jim, but you really don't have to." She was terribly aware of his closeness. She could smell him - his clean, fresh scent. She thought she could see his cock thicken slightly through the thin material of his shorts.
Tex had slipped off his own shirt and pants, standing there in his white, heart-spotted shorts. He asked, "Need any help, you two."
"Nope, think we've got it just about licked," he said, winking at Tex.
"Never can tell," he said.
Jim had brushed up against the wet table and his thin shorts were drenched. Betty could now see the clear outline of his growing cock. Her heart raced and she dropped the towel she had been wiping the table with.
"I don't know what's the matter with me today. I must have dropsy or something."
"Shit," said Jim. "Look what I've done now." He stood back displaying his wet shorts and his rising cock. "Well, if I'm going to get a tan, I might as well do it right." He reached down and shucked off his wet shorts.
Betty stood fixed to the earth, her eyes riveted on his half limp cock, knob purplish and swollen.
"Why don't you do the same?" he said to Tex. "No use being prudish about this, is there?"
"No, why not, Jim? A little sun on the old privates and all. Good to air the thing out now and then, don't you think?"
"Of course - don't you think so, Betty?"
"I ... I..." she stammered.
"Hey, why don't you get some sun, too. You are turning into a drudge around here. Time you had some fun too."
"Sure, Betty. Nobody around. You could tan up that olive skin like anything."
"I don't think so, guys. I mean, really . . ."She backed away and dried her hands on the tails of her plaid shirt.
"Ah, come on, Betty, just a little fun in the sun. You need to loosen up. You are too uptight, you know." He walked toward her, his cock almost hard, sticking out in front and up at an angle. Her eyes were still fixed upon it as she moved backward.
"Really, Jim. This isn't funny. I don't want to do this. Please don't make me." She continued to move away, but her fingers toyed with the bottom button of her shirt, fingered it nervously.
Tex came over and stood behind her. "Hell, Betty, a little sun would be good for you. You keep yourself cooped up too much."
"May be, guys, but I don't think sunning naked is the answer. I really don't." Her voice almost cracked.
"Shit, Tex, why don't you show her that there is nothing to it," said Jim.
"Hell, yeah, Betty, nothing to it at all." He jerked off his shorts, and Betty saw the enormous cock for the first time. It seemed to hang halfway to his knee and even though it was soft, it seemed thicker than even Bobby's.
"Oh, my God," she gasped in amazement, and stumbled into the dwindling pile of wood that Jim had chopped a few days before. She almost fell, but Jim grabbed her arm and held her.
"Come on, guys. Bobby's gonna be back any minute. This wouldn't look too good, you know."
"Thing is, Betty, we don't know how it looks," said Jim. "Why don't you just show us. We can have our own little game of show and tell. Tex and I have already shown. Now it's your turn. Let's get this off so we can get a better look at that compact little body, Betty. What do you say?"
Betty tried to pull back, but he held her tightly by the wrist. The wood pile was behind her and Tex beside her. Even if she broke free, she couldn't run. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and her stomach rolled. "Please, Jimmy, don't make me do this. I don't want to."
"Hell, sure you do, Betty. I just bet you been dying to do it ever since we been up here in this clean mountain air." He began to loosen the buttons of her shirt with his free hand. "You're just a little backward, huh?"
She shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I didn't want to - don't want to."
"Now, now, Betty, calm down. I saw the way you looked at my prick the other day, that dreamy look that came into your eye. You can't fool me, honey. Why, I bet you'd have taken that thing right into your beautiful mouth if I'd asked you."
She shook her head violently, her raven hair full of sunlight. Jim's fingers had freed all the buttons but one and her white bra flashed through the open flap of her shirt.
Above the fabric of her bra swelled the firm mounds of her tits, too large to be contained by the material. They rose in half moons with her buttery olive skin stretched deliciously within Jim's reach. He unfastened the last button and the sides of her plaid shirt fell away, exposing the fullness of her titties, the flatness of her smooth tummy, and the fantastic narrowness of her tiny waist. "Shit, Betty, why you try to hide all that. You should be proud of it. God, Tex, will you look at this body," he said, turning the top of the shirt down over her shoulders. He had let go of Betty's wrist, but she didn't try to run. He pulled the material down off her arms and let it fall behind her onto one of the logs he had chopped for the fire.
Tex moved around so that he could see her more fully. Her tits though not as large as Rita's, or even Sally's, were perfect, cupped and hugged by the tight bra, a bra designed to make them appear smaller than they were. Their pear shape was not completely distorted by their compression, though.
"Jesus," said Tex. "Ain't they beautiful little titties, Jim. Mouth watering, if you ask me."
"Please . . . please . . . please," she begged, but the look on her face suggested desire as much as fear.
"Why, of course, honey," said Tex, reaching out and unhooking the clasp of her bra. Jim pulled down one strap and Tex the other. They tugged together and the bra popped off her pointed tits, setting them jiggling.
"My God, just look at them." Jim reached out to touch the pointed tip of her right nipple. It perched pink and distended in the center of a large pink circle, the pinkish flesh contrasting with Betty's natural olive skin. The last few inches of her tits were smaller than the rest.
Jim's fingers brushed the rough smooth texture of her taut nipple, and Betty thought she would collapse. Electricity snapped from tit to cunt and back again. Her body trembled with the jolt.
"Relax, honey, nobody's going to hurt you. I'm not going to make you do anything you really don't want to do, and neither is Tex. We aren't gonna force you to do it, if you don't really want to. We just don't think you know what you really want." His free hand worked at the top button of her Levi's. Tex's large hands held her by the shoulders, and she was struck by how gentle they felt, how strong and gentle. The trembling continued. But it felt good, God - it felt good. She enjoyed then-hands on her, the feel of Jim's fingers on her tit, the gentle caressing action of Tex's strong hands. God, she did enjoy it, and it was all right to enjoy it, wasn't it? She didn't have any control, did she? She hadn't chosen for this to happen, so how could she be responsible, and if she wasn't responsible, well-She could feel Jim's fingers working the buttons of her Levi's, but she didn't mind. She couldn't control that, either, and if she couldn't control it . . . Her legs felt weak, her heart skipping a beat and fluttering up into her throat, the same way she frit, when she had watched Bobby score the winding touchdown in high school, or sink the winning basket. The feeling was everything. And she wasn't responsible for it - it was just happening, and it happened to be taking place within her. "Yes." the joyous sound escaped her drawn lips. "You know, it's gonna work out just fine, isn't it, Betty?" said Jim, pulling down the waistband of her jeans.
"Yes," she said, in answer to many questions that had plagued her over the last several days, over the last several years.
Jim pulled down her jeans and she stepped out of them. He tossed them on top of her shirt. Kneeling before her, he reached up for her panties, pink hip-huggers that clung to her pussy and ass. Her great ass bulged too.
"You're beautiful, baby," said Tex, running his hands over her body, down her thin back and around the tight curves of her ass. His fingers and hands sent runners of fire darting along every nerve ending she possessed. "God, I'm gonna eat it all, honey - sink my tongue into your pussy and up your sweet ass."
Betty couldn't believe that all this was happening. Moreover, she couldn't believe that it created in her the feelings it did. She actually wanted him to tongue her pussy, probe her asshole with his tongue, do anything to her he wanted to do. She wanted him to do it all, and she wanted it because it did no good not to want it. He would do it anyway, wouldn't he? Her whole body shook with anticipation.
"Oh, baby, "said Jim, pulling her damp panties away from her moist snatch. "Oh, baby, are we gonna party." He stuck his nose into the damp hair of her pussy as he pulled off her briefs and tossed them on top of the wood pile. They caught and hung on a slender stick and fluttered like a flag.
She felt Jim's nose puzzling her crotch, and it did more to her than any prick she had ever felt. Was she perverse - a nose turning her on so? Bu: she wasn't responsible, after all, and it didn't really matter then. Jim's hands cupped her ass cheeks and his nose burrowed into her pussy hole.
"Jimbo, before you suffocate yourself in that sweet snatch, I suggest we get one of the foam mattresses and drag it out."
"Good idea, Tex. Too hot in the tent. I like the idea of fucking and eating pussy out in the open air. How 'bout you, Betty?"
Her eyes looked dazed and dreamy. "Anywhere," she said softly. "Anywhere at all." She gazed down into Jim's face and her mouth hung open.
Tex brought the mattress and they laid it beside the wood pile. They lay Betty down and Jim got between her spread legs while Tex kneeled oyer her luscious titties.
"Now, Betty I'm gonna eat some pussy, babe - the sweetest pussy I've sniffed in quite a while, let me tell you. If it tastes half as sweet as it smells, I'm gonna have me a feast."
"And I'm gonna suck your tits until you beg me to stop, honey - suck until you think your cunt's gonna come up through your nipples," said Tex as he immediately fell upon her right nipple, curling his tongue around it, and drawing it deep into his wet, hot mouth.
"Oh, shit," she said, feeling the tug at her cunt.
Jim spread the black hair away from her pussy Bps and exposed the small pink slit. With careful lost to the motion of the cord pulling through her body.
"Yes, yes - eat me, guys - eat me, devour me, consume me. Aaaaah - suck my pussy - eat my cunt, Jimmy. Bite my clit, suck it, suck it. Chew on my nipples, Tex - yes, yes, eat my titties - they are all yours. Swallow them whole. Suck them off, baby - do it - do it to me."
There were no cautionary voices here, no mother's warnings, just the dance she performed upon the string of their licking and sucking. Her enjoyment had swallowed up every fear, every caution, every doubt.
Jim's tongue drove deep into her pussy and Tex's teeth bit and tugged at her nipples. Her body felt pulled between the twin forces, and just as she thought her body would snap, her climax exploded out from the center of the invisible cord that played between her tits and cunt. The tight string had seemed to snap and the live ends slashed wildly through her body with ecstatic intensity, their high voltage burning out any question that might have lingered in some deep recess of her mind.
"OooooOOOOHHHH," she cried, the sound welling up from deep within her, echoing out through the valley of their camp.
"Eeeeeat, meeeee, suuuck meee." Her body lucked and kicked, her legs flailing above Jim's head and shoulders. Her hands pounded on Tex's fingers he curled back the outer lips and found the deeper pink of her inner cunt, the gash richly pink and glistening with anticipation. "Now, it's dinner time," he said, and his head moved toward her burning cunt.
The first lick of his tongue sent such a convulsion through her that Betty thought she was coming right then, but she didn't. But, like a surfer who catches a fantastic wave far out, she rode the curling fire of Jim's tongue toward a distant shore.
His tongue worked up and down the groove of her pussy, lapping up the rich juice from the inner folds of her cunt flesh. Betty rode his tongue with her knees bent and her legs draped over his thin-muscled shoulders.
Tex continued to suck her tits, first one and then the other, his tongue running rings of fire around the bursting nipples. And then his teeth began to pull at her tits by the nipples, pulling them as far as they would go, pulling so hard that she feared the nipples might snap off. But she didn't mind. The pleasure was so intense that pain got lost in it, swallowed up in the wild swirl of feelings that rushed through her.
And then they began to pull some invisible cord through her, running it back and forth, from tits to cunt, playing her body like some pleasure instrument.
"Oh, God - oh, for the love of God," she cried.
broad back.
"Aaaaa . . . aaaah . . . aaaaaah ..." she gasped, and the ends of the live wire touched another nerve, for her whole body convulsed in ecstatic throbbing, a throbbing that shook the two men that sucked on each end of her. "Shit, oh shit, fuck . . . yes, fuck . . . FUCK, OH FUCK." The words screamed out of her vaulted self, words that she had never used, had never needed, but now were the only words that could come close to capturing the intense pleasure she felt, the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
Betty lay on the foam mattress, slowly returning to normal. Her tits still heaved, and her cunt still burned, but she was regaining her senses. For a time she had seemed to disappear, had been swallowed up in her excitement, her orgasm blotting out everything but itself. She smiled to herself. Who would have thought that she, Betty Allison, was capable of such a thing. She hugged her tits against her with the palms of her hands. They felt alive beneath her hands, twitching with their own energy. It was as if her whole body had come alive. She was aware of its every part - her toes wiggling at the ends of her feet, her legs still weak and trembling, her thighs sensitized by their proximity to her pussy, her pussy itself alive to every movement of the rest of her body.
She had been dead, at least her body had, and now she was alive. No matter what - she would never return to the old, dead Betty.
"That was ... I can't even describe it." She said it with a look of wonder, and put a hand on each man's cock.
"I never saw a woman come like that, Betty - never in my whole life," said Tex.
"Me either. For a minute there, I thought we had . . . Shit, makes no difference. I'm just glad you felt so good. Let me tell you, it felt good sucking on your pussy. It's just as sweet as it smells."
She giggled like a school girl and squeezed his cock. "Bet you say that to all the girls."
"Shit, honey, wish I could."
"I think I deserve a crack at that pussy, Jimbo. What do you think?"
"What does Betty think?"
"I think you two can have a crack at whatever you want. I feel like a new person, and I want to find out who I am."
"Now we're talking," said Tex.
"I do want to do something, though. If it's all right."
"You name it, Betty," said Jim. "I want to . . . well, I ..." the words stuck in her throat.
"Come, come, we've come too far for shyness, haven't we?"
"I hope so," she said, and cleared her throat. "I want to suck your cock, Jim. I don't know how to do it. I never did it before . . . well, that's not exactly true. I did it once a long time ago, but I didn't really do it right. I just sort of put the tip in my mouth. I thought it was nasty. But now I want to do it right. Will you show me?"
"Show you! Hell, Betty, I'll give you on-the-job training." They all laughed.
"I don't see why we can't all get what we want," said Tex. "Betty, just sit on my face, honey, and let old Tex lap up some of that sweet pussy juice."
He lay down and Betty straddled his head and lowered herself over him. He held her up with a hand on either haunch, leaving his thumbs free to manipulate the lips of her puffy pussy lips.
"Comfortable?" he asked her.
"Uuum," she mumbled, concentrating on the purplish head of Jim's long cock. She felt Tex lower her cunt over his mouth and his tongue flicker up into the wet slot of her pussy. "Oh, God." It was all going to start again, and her body still tingled from the first time. She couldn't believe it. She reached out for Jim's cock and slid it between her parted lips. She sucked on it as she would a lollipop, and he seemed to like it, for he uttered a long moan and smiled down at her.
She sucked, Tex licked and Jim moaned, the three of them locked in pleasure, the current running smoothly between them. Betty took as much of Jim's cock into her mouth as she could. She knew about deep-throating, but she had no idea how to do it, and didn't want to try and not be able to. Her saliva dribbled down Jim's cock and she licked it up as it ran down the underside of his throbbing prick. Her tongue traced the bulging vein that ran from the root of his cock to the circumcised head.
"Ah, baby, that's good - that feels great. Again, more." Jim held the sides of her head and worked it up and down against his prick. The rough texture of her tongue seemed to drive him wild. "Do it, baby - do it good, honey."
His wild excitement must have been catching, for Tex began to work his tongue up into her pussy with quickened strokes, slashing her exposed clit unmercifully.
"Oooooooh," she moaned against Jim's cock.
"Oooooooh," he moaned in concert.
"Mmmmm," Tex mumbled into her cunt, setting the flesh to dancing with small tingling vibrations.
"Take it, honey - suck it all," begged Jim, and forced his cock into her mouth.
She felt the head ride over the roof of her mouth and she gagged as it lodged against the back of her throat.
"Mmmmm, mmmm," she mumbled, throat thick with his cockmeat.
"Yeah, baby, take it all." Shoving against her soft flesh, Jim poked his prick as far as he could.
She shook her head, but he didn't seem to understand; he just kept pushing, straining, his cockhead cutting off her breath.
For her own survival, she began jacking off the root of his shaft - quick strokes with both hands. The more she jerked him off, the less fearful she felt. She wasn't going to choke after all. She could breathe through her nose, and she wasn't gagging as she had been in the beginning.
She continued to move her hands up and down the extended cockflesh, but less frantically.
"Yeah, baby, that a girl." Jim stopped probing the depths of her throat, and started fucking in and out of her wet mouth. His cock became slick with her saliva and her hands slid up and down the full length at every withdrawal.
"Shit, now you got it, honey. I'm fuckin' your face, honey - fuckin' your beautiful face. You like to have your face fucked, baby?"
"Mmmmm mmmm," she said, nodding her head up and down.
"I thought so," he said, and shoved into her forcefully.
It felt as if his prick had inched a little farther down her throat, but it wasn't that bad. She even felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she had taken him in much farther than she had thought possible.
She had become so engrossed in sucking Jimmy's cock that she had almost forgotten the sources of her intense pleasure at the other end. Tex's tongue still lashed her clit and snaked up into her pussy depths. And then a new sensation rippled up from her backside. Tex's hands spread her ass and his tongue ran tight little circles around her asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmaaaa," she mumbled, her asshole tightening. She hadn't really thought that anyone would want to do that, but then she hadn't really thought that she would ever want to eat cock, and yet here she was relishing it.
Tex's large hands spread her ass cheeks ever wider. Then his tongue dipped right into the center of her puckered asshole. Her whole backside seemed to come alive to a totally new sensation. It was akin to the tingle of her pussy, but not the same - somehow different - more alien, more exciting. The tip of his tongue probed up into the tight ring of tissue, and punched tenderly at it.
She knew instinctively that she must relax, but it was difficult. She felt so vulnerable, Tex beneath her with his tongue pressed against such a private part, but a part that obviously longed to be attended to. The sensations grew around her asshole, which pulsed with anticipation.
She had almost forgotten Jim's cock. It slipped off the back of her throat and down, down much deeper than before. But she was taking it - could handle it. It thrilled her to make the realization.
At the instant she relaxed with the recognition that Jim's cock could go down her throat without dire consequences, her ass also relaxed and Tex's long tongue slid up into the asshole and past the natural ring of flesh. "Ooooommmm," she cried and her asshole tightened around his tongue as her throat tightened around Jim's cock.
And then, as if orchestrated by some unseen conductor, both she and Jim were coming. The hot cum pumped into her throat and she could feel the contractions of his cock muscle as his cock creamed the scalding cum into her swallowing throat.
Her own climax seemed to explode from her asshole, Tex's tongue setting off the charge that ripped up her backside and seemed to suck up her pussy as it went.
"Mmmmm . . . mmmmmmm," came her muffled cries, muted by the thick slab of cock that filled her throat.
"Aaaaah, shit, aaaaaah, ooooooh, honey, take it, hon, take it all," said Jim and pumped his cock into her face. The thick lubricating cum eased the passage way, and his cock plunged in almost up to the hilt. Betty felt his heavy, hairy balls bounce off her chin.
But she felt little else as her own come carried her off into a pulsating oblivion, where her pleasure seemed to be the only thing that was.
Chapter Eleven
Bob Allison stood behind a pine tree and watched Jim pumping his stiff cock into his wife's face, pumping almost the entire length of it down her throat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Beneath her, Tex seemed to be licking at her asshole, and Betty's entire body seemed to be convulsing between the two mem His own prick was rock-hard and throbbed up against his belly. He was both fascinated by what he saw and uncomfortable. This was a different Betty than he knew, and he would have to get to know her all over again.
He stepped out from behind the tree and began walking toward the three of them. He had almost come just watching them, and he was ready to join the fun. It was high time that he and Betty had some fun together.
Betty sat back on Tex's chest, her cunt juices drooling all over his face and neck.
"You two are really something else. My God, I didn't know I had so many feelings, so much to enjoy. Thank you," she said looking down at Tex and bouncing lightly on his broad chest. "Thank you, too, Jimmy," she said, leaning over to kiss the head of his drooping cock." She had closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she gasped.
"God!" There stood her husband with a strange half-smile on his face.
"Bob, I can . . . I . . ." There were no words. She really couldn't explain a thing. She looked around frantically for her clothes, but they were too far to reach without moving. She fluttered her hands aimlessly at the ends of her outstretched arms. "I . . . oh, Bobby, I just . . ."
"Thought you were going to miss all the fun," said Jim, smiling broadly at her husband.
"I swear, Bobby, you got the sweetest-cunted wife I ever did see," said Tex, lifting her from his chest easily and planting a tongue kiss smack on her glistening cunt.
"Hope you two haven't worn her out," said Bob to the other two, "because I'm just about as horny as a toad." He began stripping off his shirt!
"You mean you don't mind?" Betty asked, an astonished look on her face.
"Mind? Hell, honey, you don't know how I've looked forward to this. It's past time that you got out of the middle ages and began to have some fun. You looked like you were having fun, or was I mistaken?"
She was quiet for a moment, and then she got up off Tex. "Yeah, I was having fun for the first time in ages." She began to smile. "You were in on this, weren't you?"
"In on what?" he asked, smiling broadly, and pulling off his Levi's.
"Come here, you wooly bear," she said.
He took off his shorts and came to her with his thick cock swinging from side to side.
"Time I enjoyed my own husband's cock, don't you think?"
"Past time, honey - way past."
"I know I can't take it down my throat like I did Jim's, but I'd sure like to suck it. All those times you wanted me to, and me not knowing how good it could be . . ." She shook her head and pulled him by the head of his stubby, thick cock over to the mattress.
"Move over, Tex. I've got some lost time to make up for," she said and knelt down in front of her husband. She opened her mouth wide and took the flaring red cockhead into her eager mouth.
Tex and Jim sat there watching Betty give Bobby head, and even though they enjoyed the show, they both wanted to participate.
"I don't know about you, but I'm sure not going to let one of those tight holes go to waste," said Tex. He got up and crawled between Bobby's spread legs.
"Spread your legs, Betty, and let me slide between your legs." He twisted his large body, and tried to keep from breaking his enormous cock as he tried to slip beneath her.
Jim laughed at his antics. "You look like a giant contortionist, Tex - a giant contortionist: with a giant hard-on." He convulsed in laughter.
"Shut the fuck up, lone ranger, at least I'm gonna get me some pussy." He wiggled down between her legs and positioned his monster prick beneath her. "Shit, raise up some, honey:"
Betty was aware of his moving beneath her, but she was trying to concentrate on her husband's tool. It more than filled her mouth. Her jaws and tongue were already tired from sucking off Jim, but she wanted to give Bobby the same kind of pleasure. She was determined. She was only half-aware as she responded to Tex's request, and he as much lifted her as she lifted herself.
And then the pain gripped her. "Shit!" she yelled. "What the hell are you doing down there?"
"Nothin', Betty, just trying to put my cock up that tight cunt of yours. Just relax, it'll get there."
She looked down at Tex and back up at Bob. She could feel the huge, blunt knob of Tex's cock push up against her pussy. With his hand he moved the head up and down her wet slot until the bulbous head was well-oiled. Then he began to ease its thickness up into the mouth of her moist pussy.
"Aaah, my God, you're gonna split open my fuck hole, Tex. Shit, it'll only stretch so far, hon."
"Farther than you think, Betty. Believe me," he encouraged her, forcing himself up farther into the tightness of her cunt.
"Ah, fuck," she said, deciding that she would just endure the pain. She took Bobby's cock back into her mouth and tried to blot out everything else. She tongued it, nibbled at it gently with her teeth. Probing at his pee slit with the tip of her tongue, she felt Tex's cock begin to slide more easily up her cunt. The pain seemed to recede like water in a tide pool beneath the hot sun.
"Ah, Jesus, that's better," she said around Bobby's cock.
She slurped up Bobby's thick cock and nibbled at the loose flange of foreskin.
"Ah, Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said, fucking into her mouth - in and out between her tight hps.
She cupped his heavy balls in her hands and tossed and gently pulled them up and down.
Tex had managed to stuff most of his cock up her cunt, had left it here to pulse like a huge cattle prod, charging out tingling sensations into her cunt. And then he began to fuck her.
"Mother, oh, mother," she said, sighing deeply, her eyes widening with disbelief as Tex began to fuck her. She could feel his tremendous cock sink into her, smoothing out every wrinkle in her hot pussy walls. The head pushed against the soft rounded end of her fuck channel and pulled out again.
"Ooooh, fuck," she sighed, "ooooh, Tex, oooh, fuck me, baby," and then she returned to Bobby's tool. His come wasn't too far away, she could sense it, and she wanted to drink his cum, suck his balls dry, drain out the very last ounce of his thick white jism and swallow it.
As she sucked wildly on her husband's prick, she began riding up and down on the thick, long cock beneath her, lifting herself, and letting her own weight plunge against its upward thrust.
"That's it, baby," said Tex. "Now we're fucking." He shoved up into her, fucked into that fantastically tight pussy with controlled strength.
As her own passion mounted, whipped higher and higher by Tex's thrilling cock, she felt the muscles in Bob's legs and ass tighten, and she felt the sudden quivering of his cock. The first shot of his jism surprised her, and propelled with such force into her mouth that she had trouble swallowing it all before another shot splattered against her throat. His hips heaved and humped against her, driving his thick cock as far into her throat as it would go. Oiled by jism or not, his cock was just too thick; it slammed against the sides of her throat, but went no farther.
"Fuck . . . oh, fuck, baby . . . fuck me," he yelled, pumping wildly into her hot, tight mouth.
Jim had sat and watched just about all he could. His own cock throbbed and bounced in his hands. He eased down behind Betty's haunches and stuck his cock down to play around her pussy mouth. No way was he going to get it up there along with Tex's. He poked and probed, oiling the end of his lengthy prick with the excess that ran from Betty's heated cunt. Feeling Tex's cock fuck against the head of his own felt good, but he needed something more.
"Ain't no room in the inn," said Tex. "You'll just have to find a room of your own."
"All right, all right - I wasn't trying to horn in." He pulled his prick back and looked down at the glistening head. His eyes lit up and he reached down and stuck his fingers as far up Betty's cunt as he could.
She wiggled her ass at the new sensations, and her pussy juices flooded his fingers. He began smearing the thick lubricant around her asshole until a thick glaze of pussy juice covered the puckered brown asshole. Then he stuck a single finger up her ass.
"Oooooooh," said Betty, Bob's half limp cock falling from her mouth. It was glazed with its own cum and her saliva and she quickly sucked it back into her mouth to clean it with her tongue.
The finger up her ass felt great, much like Tex's finger had felt, but better. Jim's finger worked up past the first knuckle and then eased around and around, working up slowly past the second knuckle.
"Mmmmm, mmmm mmmm," she murmured into Bob's limp cock, sucking the last drops of his cum.
Jim's finger ran up all the way to the palm of his hand and then he began to finger her asshole like a cunt.
"Oh, Jesus God," she said, Bob's prick flopping out of her mouth again. "Oooooh, shit, don't stop that, Jimmy. Stick it up my ass, honey - all the way up my asshole, baby."
He fucked, his finger in and out of her ass and stretched the tender tissue wider and wider. He removed his finger and darted down to her pussy to oil up another.
"God, Jimmy, don't stop, please."
"I'm not stopping, Betty, don't you worry." He took both fingers and reamed her waiting asshole.
"Ooooo . . . ooooh . . . ooooh, Christ!" She wiggled and tugged on Bobby's limp prick. "Oh, Bobby, he's doing my asshole, he's doing my asshole, Bobby, and it feels so good."
"I'm gonna fuck your ass, Betty, you hear me? I'm gonna shove my prick right up this tight asshole of yours and shoot my cum into your shitter."
"Can you do that?" she asked, wide-eyed. "You tell me, babe, you tell me," said Jimmy, raising the wet head of his cock toward her asshole. With a quick sucking pop he pulled out his fingers and plugged in his cock-head before Betty had time to react.
"Oh, Christ ... it hurts, Jimmy, it . . ." But Jimmy didn't pay any attention to her. The we11-greased head burrowed up into the tight asshole and she could feel the flesh stretching aside as he pushed in. "Oooooh, shit! Oh, shit, Jimmy!"
"Almost all the way in, Betty - only a few more inches," he said, and with a quick jerk, he nailed her up to the hilt of his long, fleshy cock. "Ooooouch," she cried, but Jimmy didn't move, simply rested against her ass with his thighs and belly on her upper cheeks. His tool throbbed in her inner passage like an electrode, but the sensations had already begun to change, the sharp little stabs of pain had begun to tingle, the length of his tool radiating an incredible warmth throughout her ass and around to the front of her pussy. She felt stuffed beyond belief, with Tex cramming his enormous prick up her cunt and Jimmy lodging his lengthy cock up her asshole.
"Guess what?" said Bobby, his own prick suddenly hard in her hand.
"Oh, Bobby, yes, stick it in my mouth, honey. I want to be fucked in every hole I've got. In my mouth, honey," and she gobbled up the head of his angry red prick.
The three men struck up a rhythm and plunged into her body at the same time, withdrew at the same time, her body like a live wire that danced among their three cocks. She tried to fuck back, but there was little she could do, so in the end, she could only relax and enjoy it all. And when Sally and Rita returned, that was how they found them, the three men locked in a triple fuck, and Betty on the edge of the most outrageous come they had ever seen.
Chapter Twelve
Betty Allison was the first one up the next morning, and she roused everyone else. She wanted to make their last day special, she said. They planned a big picnic down by the lake, and Sally and Rita had brought back some more wine for the occasion.
They had all trooped down to the lake with food, wine, the portable eight-track, and boundless enthusiasm that was sparked by Betty.
"I don't know about anyone else," said Betty, "but I'm going to do this right." She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra. Her pear-shaped tits bounced in the bright sun. She cupped each tit and jiggled them at the others. "Bet you never thought you'd see Betty Allison acting like this."
"No, but it is about time," said Rita, getting up and pulling off her own top. Her great tits bounded free and hung like white melons in the midday sun.
"I guess I can't be left out," said Sally, shucking off her own shirt. Her titties were slightly less full than Rita's, but beautifully shaped, with luscious pink nipples sprouting out of chocolate brown circles of puffy flesh.
"What I want to know is how are we supposed to concentrate on a picnic lunch when there is so much pussy to eat?" asked Tex, lying stretched out on one of the blankets.
"Your mind is going in the right direction, Tex honey," said Betty, "but I imagine we'll be here long enough to eat both." She stripped out of her shorts and panties and stood before them nude, her fantastic body radiating good feeling, her perfect tits bouncing slightly. Her ebony bush was the focal point of the men's concentration.
"I can't get over what a great body - what a fuckin' incredible figure you've got, Betty," said Jim. "I sure hope you don't take to hiding it the way you used to."
"No fear of that," said Betty, stretching like a cat in the warm sun.
"Don't tell me you guys are going to set there fully dressed?" asked Rita as she pulled off her Levi's and pranced around them nude, titties flopping, ass jiggling, cunt bush burst into red flames by the rays of the sun.
"Let's help them," said Sally, and she fell upon Bob, tearing at his shirt and belt.
"Why not?" added Rita, and jumped on Jimmy.
"I want to see some cock!" Betty yelled and fell to stripping Tex of his clothes. "Cock is what I want to see!"
"Let's hear it for cock!" Rita joined in.
"Hear, hear!" cried Sally.
"What about lunch?" cried Jimmy, rolling around on the blanket as Rita ripped off his shirt and tugged at his pants.
"Fuck lunch!" said Rita, struggling with his tight Levis.
"Plenty of time for lunch," said Sally. "First things first." She managed to jerk Bobby's pants off his feet. He sat there in his pale blue shorts, smiling. "Okay, off with them." He shook his head, and she ripped them down the front. The fabric tore away and his half hard cock arched up at half-mast.
"There you are," she said, and shook his prick with her hand.
"Help," said Betty, tugging at Tex's trousers, unable to get them off over his boots. "Somebody help me with this beast."
Sally came over and they each took a foot and struggled with the boot, but they didn't seem to have much luck. They took one of his legs between their own, hands locked at the heel. Their tits flopped and swayed back and forth, their faces turned red, but they made no progress. The others laughed at their situation.
"Best shot I had of two tight assholes in a long time, I can tell you," said Tex, lying back with his head resting in his hands.
"Let me give you a hand," said Rita. "I've had more practice than you two." She came over and took Tex's right foot and slipped off his boot without even turning red in the face. She did the same with the other.
"There you are," she said, and the other two women slipped off his trousers.
When all three men sat nude on the blankets, in various stages of erection, the women said that it was time for lunch.
"I thought we were gonna - "
"Eat, Jimmy, yeah, we're gonna eat our lunch now," said Betty. The women all smiled.
"How about a little fruit to get us started?" Rita asked.
"Sure," the men said in unison.
Rita dug into the sack and pulled out two bananas and a bunch of large green grapes. "For you," she said to Sally and handed her a banana.
"And you," to Betty and handed her a bunch of grapes.
"And for me," she said taking one of the bananas.
All three women stood up and the two with bananas began peeling them. Betty plucked off a handful of grapes.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," said Jim as he watched the peeled banana begin to slide up Rita's cunt.
She stopped about halfway up and began fucking herself slowly with the white, curved fruit.
"You believe this?" asked Bob of the other two.
"No, but I sure ain't gonna close my eyes," said Tex.
Sally spread her legs slightly and spread the hps of her cunt, which was surrounded by fine blond hair, and poked the narrow end of her banana into the pink gash.
"You guys had the easy ones," said Betty. She spread her own legs farther and combed the raven hair that matted around her pussy with the fingers of her empty hand, combing it to either side of her cunt cleft. Then she turned back the outer pink hps and exposed the dark pink mouth. She inserted one large, round grape into the moist pussy mouth and poked it up with her finger until it disappeared into her glistening cunt.
"Fuckin* A," said Bob. "Never thought I'd see anything like that, let alone my own wife pushing grapes up her snatch. I think I must be dreaming."
"Just hope you don't wake up, then," said Jimmy.
"You got it," said Tex.
Betty stuffed the rest of the grapes up her cunt and stood up. "Okay," she said, "who wants banana and who wants grape?" Rita and Sally stuffed the rest of their bananas up their cunts and stood beside her.
"Bobby, you get first choice," said Sally.
"I always was partial to banana," he said, and Sally walked over beside him.
"Tex, how about you," said Rita.
"I think I'd like to crush a few grapes if it's all the same to you, Rita." His cock had sprung to life when he had watched Betty stuff the bright green grapes up her cunt.
"Don't mind in the least, Tex."
Betty walked over and stood next to Tex, who still lay stretched out with his hands laced behind his head. But now his great cock was bobbing up and down as it stretched up above his stomach.
"Well," said Jimmy, "I guess I get banana." The look on his face did not suggest any disappointment.
"Everybody lay down like Tex," said Betty, and the men quickly obeyed. The three women stood over them, a foot planted on either side of their heads, and squatted over their faces.
"Jesus," said Bobby, "Jesus, am I hungry."
"Me too," said Jimmy, his tongue darting out and wavering in front of Rita's pussy. He couldn't even see the banana up inside her, but knowing it was there, closed up in her cunt, marinating in her pussy juices, really turned him on. His cock pounded with the pulse of his racing heart.
"Ready," said Betty, and positioned her cunt right over Tex's waiting mouth. "Okay, everyone for themselves."
Tex watched as the muscles in her thighs and ass contracted. Then he saw the suggestion of green as her inner pussy mouth began to spread its pink-red lips. The suggestion grew until the grape pushed out and hung by her cunt's suction and then popped with a sucking sound into his open mouth. He crushed the tender flesh and chewed as though it were some piece of her own flesh, a disposable clit that had popped into his mouth. His cock throbbed and his balls ached. His hips pumped against the air as though he might come from just the thoughts that filled his mind. The juice slid down his throat and he opened his mouth for the next one.
Jimmy waited for the narrow white end of the fruit to appear, aware that Rita's cunt muscles were rippling along with those of her thighs and ass. His mouth hung open with anticipation, and when he saw the small tip protrude from the red flesh, he thought his cock would explode on the spot.
"My God," he said, "that is wild, Rita. I wish you could see it. Wild." He opened his mouth wider and waited.
The banana slid out and Jimmy raised up and nuzzled into Rita's cunt. He put his hps around the protruding end and nipped it off with his teeth. The flavor of the fruit mixed with the flavor of her juices and Jimmy's excitement made it one of the most delicious things he had ever tasted.
"Careful and don't bite off my clit, you hear?"
Bobby couldn't wait and his tongue fished up into Sally's pussy looking for the banana. The tip of his tongue felt the end of it and he worked his tongue around it, sucking and pulling.
"Now it's coming," said Sally. "You're just too impatient, Bobby."
Sally was surprised at how good the banana felt stuffed up her pussy. She had been dubious of Rita's suggestion earlier that morning, but now she was glad they had decided to do it. She could feel Bobby's hps and tongue at the mouth of her pussy, and the length of the banana up her fuck hole. If all went well, she thought, she might even come. The idea thrilled her, come with a banana stuck up her cunt. Fantastic.
Rita experienced similar thoughts as Jim sucked and nibbled at the banana she forced out of her cunt. It felt surprisingly good. Sure, she had had a few things stuck up her pussy before, when she was younger and experimenting - candles, hot dogs, even a large cucumber - but they had never made her feel like this. She squeezed her cunt muscles and forced more of the fruit out between her cunt lips.
"Slow down, Rita, I can only eat so much of this thing at a time."
"Just remember, sooner you get through with the fruit, sooner you get to me, honey. And I'm better than any old banana."
"Shit yes," he muttered and gobbled at the banana as Rita shoved.
Tex waited for the last grape to plop down into his open mouth. The whole thing had been a turn-on, such a turn-on that his hands held his cock and jacked it off slowly as he crushed one grape after another.
Betty had felt rather decadent stuffing the grapes up her pussy, but once she had begun to pop them out into Tex's mouth, she enjoyed the whole thing immensely. The grapes felt alien at first, but she warmed to having her cunt stuffed with their round softness, and the feel of them passing down through her cunt mouth and hps sent tingling sensations up through her cunt and into her stomach. She was disappointed when she felt the last one plop out and fall into Tex's eager mouth.
But her disappointment didn't last for long, for she felt his tongue shoot up and lash out at her exposed clit. His teeth nibbled at the swollen clit at the upper mouth of her pussy.
"Remember, it's not a grape, baby. I need that thing, I think. I know I haven't used it much, but I sure plan to."
"It's like hard candy," he said into her cunt. "It's better if you just lick it, anyway." His tongue ran tight circles around it and sent explosive vibrations that shook every nerve in her cunt.
He put his hands around the tops of her thighs and dove deeper into her cunt, his tongue searching out the inner recesses while he licked out her thick juices and sucked them back into his mouth.
"Shit, Betty, you do have a sweet pussy. Like eating nectar, I swear."
"Glad you like it, Tex, because I sure like the way your tongue makes my pussy feel."
Bobby fished for the last mashed fragments of Sally's banana, licking out every crevice and nook he could find in her cunt folds.
"God, that feels fantastic, Bobby. Where did you ever learn how to do that?"
"Necessity is the mother of invention," he said, pulling back and licking his lips. "Don't want any of that banana to go to waste, do you?"
She smiled down at him and he poked his tongue back up her pussy. She wiggled her pussy around on his tongue and thought that her come wasn't very far away. She wondered if it had been as good for the other girls.
Rita forced out the last bit of banana and Jimmy sucked it right into his mouth. That last effort seemed to push her threateningly toward her climax, and Jimmy's mouth against her clit made sure that the shove was complete.
"Oh, shit, Jimmy, I - "
Jimmy sensed what was happening and sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking it and rolling it around with his tongue.
"Eeeeeiiii," Rita screamed, riding his tongue like a bucking bronco, forcing her pussy against his mouth, pulling at his hair and forcing his head up off the blanket. "Oooooh, Jesus, OOOOHHHH, FUCK ... OH FUCK ... OH FUCK." She swung her head from side to side, her red hair flying, catching the sun in its lustrous strands, her great tits heaving from side to side.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," she said, sliding down the far side of her come, her pussy still squirting its rich juice into his sucking mouth.
Rita's intense coming swept up the others, and they too came shortly, thrashing and bouncing on the eager mouths that sucked at their pussies. And when they regained their senses, the three women washed off in the lake.
Afterward they dried in the sun, and the three men suggested that they were still in need of compensation for their hard work, so the women obliged them, sucking their cocks dry upon the spread blanket.
"I think I want to be entertained," said Betty, suddenly.
"Entertained? How?" asked Rita.
"I want a show. I want Sally to put on a show. I want to see how I looked the other day with three cocks stuck up me. She lay with her head on Tex's belly. His cock was curled against her cheek. But as she said it, his prick began to harden.
"Why me?"
"I just have a feeling that you are the only one here who hasn't been ass fucked."
Rita smiled knowingly at her.
"Ass fucked? Oh no you don't. That's not my style. My ass wasn't made for fucking."
"Hell, everybody's ass was made for fucking. You just haven't done it yet, so you don't know. Come on, don't be a spoilsport, Sally." Rita reached over and twisted her nipple.
"Doesn't it hurt?" She could feel her asshole pucker.
"Haven't you ever had a finger up your ass?" said Rita.
"Well ... a finger's not a prick."
"Do you like a finger in your ass when you're getting fucked, Sally - yes or no?"
"Okay, so I like it. Don't mean I'll like somebody's cock up my ass, does it."
"I guess not, but it is much the same, only better when you get into it. If you ain't ever been ass fucked, you ain't ever been fucked."
"Says you," Sally shot back.
"Sally, I never thought I could do something like that, but when Jimmy stuck his thing up my ass - well, not at first, but later - I thought I'd go crazy, fuckin' crazy." Betty moved over to her and put a hand on her left tit. "Don't do it if you don't want to. I just thought it would be kind of wild to see it all happening to someone else, you know."
"Hell, I'll do it," said Rita. "I love a good cock up my ass, and Jimmy has the perfect cock for ass fucking."
"Shit," said Sally in exasperation. "All right, I'll do it. If you two can take a cock up your ass, I guess I can too. But promise me something, don't let them do it if I really can't do it. I mean a girl could get ruptured or something."
"Okay, Sally, if I really think they are killing you, I'll make them stop," said Rita.
They cleared away the food and put Sally in the middle of the blankets on all fours. Since she had grown to love Tex's cock, she wanted him in her pussy, and she would suck on Bobby's prong. There was never any question of who would be up her ass.
"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of banging your ass, honey. And now we get to do it with all our friends."
"Just go easy, Jimmy. Remember, it's my ass."
He gave her a pat on the ass and knelt between her calves.
Bobby stood in front of her, his cock thick and purple-headed. He jacked it off slowly and a bead of cum appeared in the pee slit and hung clear and golden in the sun. "Ready?" he asked, eager to sink his cock into Sally's trembling mouth.
"Almost," said Tex, moving the head of his swollen prick up under Sally's cunt. He greased the head by running it up and down the moist gash, easing it between the puffy lips and into the hot, tight cunt mouth. He ran the thick head around in circles, stretching out the tense tissue before plunging in.
Sally's whole body trembled, half thrilled, half frightened by the prospect of what was to come. And then Tex began to push his cock up into her spreading cunt.
"Aaaaah, Christ, what a cock, Tex, wow, what a cock!" She began to relax and reached out for Bobby's thick, bloated cock. She sucked up the bulbous head and ran her tongue around, under the rim and across the pee slit, licking off the bead of clear jism.
Tex began fucking her and Bobby began moving into her mouth. Perhaps she could forget about her ass and just concentrate on the two cocks she now possessed. Perhaps.
"Well, here goes," said Jimmy to Rita and Betty, his long, stiff prick poised at Sally's asshole, the brown hole puckered in a tight, dark knot.
"Wait," said Rita. She leaned over and picked up a cube of unsalted butter. "This will help." She undid the foil and took a hunk of the pale yellow substance, almost a cream, and smeared it over the knob of Jimmy's cock. She rubbed it on liberally, and down the shaft. His tool glistened in the sun, its pink flesh shiny and slick, the thick glaze of butter flashing in the bright light.
"Not yet," Rita said, as he started to move toward Sally's ass, which moved up and down with Tex's fucking and back and forth against the movement of Bobby's cock in her mouth.
Rita scooped up another glob of butter on her finger tips and smeared it around Sally's tight asshole.
"Mmrnmm, mmmm," moaned Sally, her ass wiggling against Rita's fingers, and her ring actually unpuckering a little. "That's it," said Rita, "just relax, Sally." She rubbed the butter into her asshole and reached for more. This she rubbed in, too, deeper, fingers pushing against the loosening ring of flesh.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as Rita's finger slid up her ass with no effort at all.
"This is going to be a snap," said Rita to Jimmy. Her finger sank in easily up to the palm of her hand and she fucked her finger in and out of Sally's asshole.
Sally couldn't believe the sensations that came from her asshole, sensations that flamed up and ignited every nerve in her body. The finger fanned the flames and the fire roared, consuming everything in its path. She could feel herself blurring at the edges. Sally Westmorland was being erased by the intense pleasure that radiated out from her asshole.
"Okay, Jimmy, you shouldn't have any trouble," said Rita, and he didn't.
His cockhead popped in and Sally's shitter seemed to suck up the full length of his cock in one long, slurping gulp.
"Aaaaah," he said as he felt his cock surrounded by the super-soft heat of her inner bowels.
Sally thought she would explode as she felt the immense length of Jimmy's cock plow up into her insides. But there was no hint of pain. The sensations that the finger had caused were simply amplified. They grew more intense as he pushed into her until she could feel his balls brush against her pussy.
"Oooooooh, God, ooooh, wonderfuuuuul," she said, having let go of Bobby's prick, but he quickly shoved it back in. "Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she hummed against his tool, and fucked back wildly against the cock that lanced her asshole so completely.
The three men fucked frantically into Sally, their cocks conductors that passed their electrical charges from cockhead to cockhead. ]
Rita and Betty stood watching the show, so hot that they had to find some relief. Rita moved behind Betty and encircled her waist with her arms. Her hands fell to Betty's bush and began burrowing toward her streaming pussy. Betty reached behind her and found Rita's own hot cunt. Her fingers slipped easily into the slick cunt. They fingered one another's lush pussies as they watched their four friends and husbands fuck in the afternoon light.
Sally had lost all sense of who or what she was. The passion that flamed up from her cunt and ass burned away everything but the electric intensity that grew with every pumping stroke.
There was no longer an asshole, no longer a cunt, no longer a mouth, there was only the feeling generated by the fucking, but transcending the fucking, living on its own and welling up from everywhere at once.
And just at the instant that Sally Westmorland thought she would die, cease to be, her whole body shuddered once and then exploded into a million rippling spasms that shook the men who fucked her almost as much as it did her.
"MMMMIIIIEEEE!" she cried, Bobby's cock slipping out of her mouth just at the moment his own come began to propel great quantities of cum into her crazed face.
"Oooooh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" he shouted, grabbing his cock and jerking off the spurting gushes that splattered across her mouth and chin, pumped wildly into her blond hair.
"Oooooaaaagggghhhh." Her throat squeezed out sounds that were no longer attached to thoughts, but struggled to express the tremendous feelings that swallowed her up.
Sally's coming set off a chain reaction, for soon Tex was pumping his hot cum up into her contracting cunt and Jimmy was shooting his scalding jism deep into her ass. Close on their heels came Rita and Betty, bringing off one another as their bodies crashed against each other, back to front, moaning out the ecstasy of their passion. Their collective coming echoed out across the lake and died slowly as the intensity of their orgasms ebbed.
On their long hike back to the cars the next morning, Betty wanted to stop every few miles and fuck, but the others pushed her on, glad to see the change in her. When they got back to the cars Betty decided that it would be fun to switch on the long drive home, and she wanted to ride with Tex.
"I can hardly wait," she said, "until our next camping trip."
"I don't see any need to wait," said Rita, unzipping Jimmy's fly and pulling out his limp cock. She pulled him along toward the car. Everyone laughed, and agreed.
