T23 Mountain Camp {Titmouse} (M+F,rape)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Mountain Camp
by Titmouse
(C)1999, All Rights Reserved
When Jeff suggested going camping the weekend before Memorial
Day, I was excited. I'd been cooped up in the city too long. Some
greenery, fresh air and open space were just what I needed. By going a
week before the season started, we hoped to miss the crowds.
Jeff had bought a new camper shell for his pickup. This was to be
its inauguration. I looked forward to it. I'm not a big fan of camping,
mainly because I don't sleep well on the ground. We could sleep in the
camper this time. And I felt like taking a long walk in the woods.
We went up into the mountains east of Bakersfield. Jeff drove and
I sat beside him and chatted, enjoying the scenery. It was a long drive, up
the mountain, and still farther up, on roads that gradually turned more
narrow and twisty and primitive. We passed a few campgrounds, but Jeff
kept on going.
The camping place we eventually arrived at was fairly primitive.
There were a dozen places for tents and not much more. The restrooms
were smelly holes in the ground and a cold water spigot outside. Only
one other campsite was occupied -- a bunch of guys who packed up and
left about 6 p.m.
I was glad to see them leave. They made me a little nervous, the
way they kept watching us, me especially. But, then, I get a lot of guys'
looks. Not bragging, just saying. Anyway, I wasn't surprised when men
looked at me.
They drove their banged-up truck past our site on the way out. We
smiled and waved, and so did they. One guy was in the back of the open
bed, and he watched us until they turned out of sight. Jeff and I looked at
each other and realized we had this gorgeous place to ourselves.
We fixed dinner together, then I cleaned up while Jeff built a fire.
He had bought some oak wood and added some pine branches and soon
we had a pretty, crackling fire. We sat around it for more than an hour,
watching the flames, talking, sipping wine. It was pretty romantic. We
were like pioneers, a long way from home, alone in the wilderness.
But we had a nice, warm camper shell to crawl into, which true
pioneers lacked. It wasn't long before that began to seem like a good idea
to me. I was getting cold and looking forward to snuggling with Jeff in
the sleeping bag. It wouldn't be the first time.
Jeff and I had met more than a year before, so I guess you could
say we were serious. We hadn't talked about getting married except in
the abstract -- you know, where you make pronouncements as if talking
about the subject in general but really meaning to convey a hint to
someone about where you stand. Jeff was not ready yet, I knew. He
knew that I was willing to wait. One of the things we were doing was
establishing that we had a steady, stable relationship, with an implicit
'Then we'll see...'
So we each had our own apartments, but we were together almost
all the time, at his place or mine. And we slept together more than we did
apart. Jeff wasn't my first -- I was 21 when I met him -- but I'd always
been pretty shy, which is to say I didn't get asked as much as some. So
Jeff was only my third, and I'd been with him longer than the other two
put together. Before Jeff, none of my sexual partners had wanted or
expected much from me other than to let them and maybe seem to enjoy
it. But he was different, more adventurous and more demanding. He
wanted me to make love back to him.
I was generally willing, or willing to be persuaded. Putting my
mouth on his penis took some getting used to at first, but I didn't mind
trying the positions. I like change. I didn't want Jeff to lick me at first,
either. I mean nobody but a doctor and my mother had ever looked at me
down there -- even I couldn't see it very well. So I was reluctant up to the
first time Jeff actually got his tongue on my clit, which ended the debate.
I grew a little less reluctant each time after, and I started thinking more
favorably about his request for the same. This might be a fair swap. So I
tried it eventually and got used to it, even got to like it after a while. I
liked things that felt... sexy.
That night, in the truck, it felt good to snuggle up to Jeff. The shell
was a definite improvement, especially with the mattress Jeff had put
under us. I had on a tee shirt, underpants and socks. Jeff, as usual, wore
nothing, tossing his clothes down toward our feet. We left the back
window of the shell slightly open, for fresh air. My nose was slightly
cold, but otherwise I felt toasty, wrapped in Jeff's arms.
And Mr. John Thomas was nudging my fanny. I knew what Jeff
wanted, and it was fine with me. I rolled over and faced him, pressing
my breasts against his chest. I scissored his leg between mine and
snuggled up onto it, rubbing my pussy on his thigh. I was mellow with
wine, and willing.
So it wasn't long before Jeff had me stripped (except for the socks,
of course) and his hands all over me. He kissed me -- kissing was one of
Jeff's stronger points -- and ran his lips over my neck and shoulders. He
sucked and licked my nipples while his fingers found my pussy and
slipped between the lips and entered me. His thumb slid across my clit,
giving me chills and fever.
There wasn't room for much gymnastics. Jeff couldn't go down on
me with exposing my entire top half to the atmosphere, and I wasn't
ready for that much fresh air. I sucked his dick for a while, but the
position was awkward and my back got cold. When I shivered, Jeff
pulled me up onto his chest and pulled the sleeping bag up around my
neck. That was much better. I took his still wet dick and guided it into
position, wiggling backwards to push it into me. Keeping my breast
pressed against his chest, I rolled my hips around and round on Jeff's
pole, hunching my hips into him, pressing him deep, making my clit rub
along the broad back of his cock.
But Jeff was never content to stay passive for very long. He had his
hands on my fan, helping to roll me around and pull me into his groin.
Sometimes he would grip my cheeks and urge me to move more in and
out. He tried to get his lips on a nipple, but I didn't want to raise up
enough to let him.
"Let me get on top, babe," Jeff said. I could tell he felt like taking
over. He liked to give it to me, and I liked it when he gave it to me.
He put his arms around me and, holding me tightly to him, rolled
over to his side and then on top of me. Jeff's cock stayed buried in my
pussy, and with scarcely a pause he began sliding it in and out of me
again. I locked my legs behind his knees and rolled my hips around and
around on the stiff meat he was probing me with.
Jeff pushed his prick all the way up my pussy and held it there,
making little hunches with his pelvis that made the base of his tool rub
against my clit. I squeezed down on it as hard as I could and worked it
around inside of me. Then I began squeezing as I pulled my pussy down
his shaft, relaxing as I pushed up, doing it again and again, milking his
prick with my channel.
I could tell I was getting to him. Each time I stroked my pussy
down Jeff's cock, he groaned with pleasure. I knew he was going to come
soon and, even though I wasn't ready myself, that was really okay. I like
making Jeff come. He likes me to make him come. But I kinda get off on
the power. Like, if I do that, and that, baby, you're gonna give it up to me.
And that keeps him coming back for more, so I get my goodies, sooner or
later.
"Oh, god, baby, that feels so good," Jeff panted. "Oh, jeez, you're
gonna make shoot. Ah! Ah! Ahhhh..."
Just as I felt his prick jump inside me, there was this click
somewhere off in the distance, and just as I realized the click wasn't far
away but right down there at our feet, suddenly the tailgate of the truck
was yanked down with a bang.
My eyes flew open. There were several guys at the back of the
truck. I couldn't see how many at first because there wasn't much light.
Just as I opened my mouth and dragged in a breath to scream, a rough
voice said, "Don't yell, or we'll have to hurt you." The breath leaked out
of me in a whiny whimper.
Hands reached out and grabbed Jeff's ankles, dragged him
downward off of me. His prick slid out of me and suddenly I felt terribly
exposed, my legs open, my pussy wet with Jeff's cum and my own juice.
"What the hell!" Jeff barked. I let out a stifled scram.
"Shut UP!" the voice said. "Make another sound and you're both
dead."
I suddenly knew who it was. It was the four guys we'd seen
earlier. The one talking was the big guy, the one with the vest. They
dragged Jeff out of the truck naked and dumped him on the ground. The
big guy had a pistol. He showed it to me and then pointed it at Jeff.
"So, here's the deal," he said calmly. "My friends and I think it's
unfair. Here the four of us don't have even a sniff of pussy among us, and
buddy-boy here has you all to himself. Just not fair. So, since he wasn't
polite enough to offer to share, we decided to help ourselves."
"You son-of-a-bitch..." Jeff growled, making a move to get up.
With a casual backhand swipe, the guy with the pistol smacked it into the
side of Jeff's head. Jeff cried out, grabbed his head and curled up in a ball
on the ground.
"Not much like the movies, is it?" the man with the gun said
blandly. "Honey, I think you'd better tell your boyfriend here to behave
himself, or we'll have to hurt him some more."
It wrenched me in the stomach to see Jeff hurt like that. And I
could tell they would do it. It only took an instant to decide, but it was
more like just knowing I didn't want Jeff hurt.
"Do what they say, baby," I said to him. He was struggling to sit
up, and there was an ugly raw patch on his temple and a trickle of blood
on his cheek. "There's too many of them. I'll... I'll be okay." I was scared
silly. I had a pretty good idea what was about to happen. But resisting
was sure to get us both hurt.
"That's right," the man with the gun said. "There are way too many
of us, and we still got our boots on, which you don't, buddy-boy. We also
got our pants on, too. Which you don't. So I recommend you be a good
boy." He glanced toward me then back at Jeff. "Your girl's gonna be
okay. We're just gonna fuck her, not hurt her. If she doesn't give us any
trouble, we'll just have our fun and be on our way. So you both behave,
okay?" He turned to the guys with him. "I think that tree'll do just fine."
He pointed at the tree closest to the truck.
Two of the men grabbed one each of Jeff's arms and dragged him
backwards to the tree. They had ropes ready, pulling them out of their
pockets, and they tied him to the tree, his arms behind him and around
the trunk. The leader, the one with the gun, reached into the truck bed
toward me. I shrank back, but he only grabbed our clothes and dragged
them out on the tailgate of the truck. He pawed through them, pulled out
Jeff's undershorts and tossed them toward the guys who tying Jeff up.
"Here," he called. "Gag him with this."
One of the guys picked it up. He grabbed Jeff's nose and pinched
it shut, hard. The other guy grabbed his chin and pushed down. When
Jeff opened his mouth finally, the guy stuffed a wad of underwear in it.
Then they wrapped tape around his forehead, pinning his head to the
tree. He was looking into the truck.
Sometime during this, I had regathered enough of my wits to grab
the sleeping bag and pull it up over my nakedness, scooting into the back
corner of the camper. When they were done, the four men gathered at the
tailgate and looked at me. I felt like an animal in a zoo. In a cage.
"Well, ain't she cute?" said the man with the gun. He was not the
biggest of the four, but almost. He had a bit of belly that made his tee
shirt stick out over his jeans. He had a sleeveless coat on top of it, sort of
like a big vest.
"Purty, too," said the guy at the left, who was tall and skinny. The
other two muttered agreement. One of them had his hair cut so short it
was just fuzz. He was the biggest, if not the tallest of them. Wide and
stocky. The other guy had dark, greasy hair that hung in strands. He also
had bad teeth and a mean face. His eyes seemed to bore holes in my face.
"Now listen, cutie," said the main guy. "I guess you know what's
gonna happen now. If you make trouble, it'll just turn what would
otherwise be a fairly pleasant experience into a painful, hurtful thing.
Won't make any difference. You're still gonna get fucked, one way or
another. You cooperate, though, and it'll go a lot easier. We don't wanna
hurt you. We just want a little pussy. And if you're good, we'll let you go
afterward, and your boyfriend, too, and you won't be much the worse for
the wear. A good fuck never hurt anybody."
"Ain't like she don't know," said the ugly one. "She was givin' her
boyfriend the goodies, all right. We just want some of the same."
"Haw!" the skinny guy said. "That and other things maybe." They
all laughed, eyeing and elbowing each other in that thing guys do. The
one with the shaved head pulled a pint of liquor out of his pocket, took a
swallow and passed it to the man with the gun.
"Well," he said, taking a swallow, "since you're so generous with
your whiskey, Peanut, whyn't you go first? Think you can handle it?"
Peanut, who was a lot bigger than his nickname, gave me a squinty
smile.
"Aw, she won't be no trouble," he said. He put a knee on the
tailgate and crawled up into the camper on his hands and knees.
I was huddled in the corner with my knees drawn up in front of
me. Peanut came toward me cautiously. When he got close enough, I
launched a vicious kick at his face, or tried to, but the sleeping bag slowed
me down. Besides, he'd been expecting something like that and turned
his shoulder into it. My foot just bounced off, and he lunged forward
quickly and trapped my leg under him. He grabbed my other leg with
one hand and shoved backward and out. My head jerked back and
smacked the back of the camper, which distracted me.
My efforts at resistance were pretty poor, actually. By the time I
shook off the whack to the head, Peanut was on me. His weight jammed
me against the back of the truck. When I tried to scratch his face, he
slapped me, hard enough to make me dizzy. Then he grabbed my waist
and yanked me down toward him. The sleeping bag under me slid
easily, and I fell backward, banging my head again and biting my lip. I
could taste salty blood.
"Don't give me no shit," Peanut growled. He tore away the top half
of the sleeping back -- that I'd been clutching in front of me until I
grabbed my head -- and dove onto me, pushing my knees apart. I felt the
rough fabric of his jeans scrape my inner thighs as he wedged between
my legs.
I tried to push him away from me and got another slap for my
effort, which pretty well took the fight out of me. He grabbed my
shoulders and pulled himself up and pulled me down until his face was
over mine. I reached toward his face, but he caught my wrist easily, and
grabbed the other wrist before I got ideas. I was trapped beneath him,
panting with exertion and panic.
Peanut pinned my wrists to the floor, did a sort of half pushup and
looked down at me.
"Oowee!" he laughed. "Got some nice titties on this one." He
scrunched down and lowered his face to my chest, sucking one of my
nipples into his mouth. I whimpered and tried to twist away, but his lips
pursued my nipple, caught it again, and sucked harder. When I tried to
get away again, he bit it. I cried out, and tears jumped to my eyes.
"That'll teach ya," Peanut growled, letting go of my nipple. "Keep
it up and I'll bite it off!"
He looked me in the eye, and I could tell he meant it. That's when
I really gave up hope and decided I was better off letting him get on with
it and get it over with. It was a sinking, terrible feeling of resignation, of
hopelessness, of bad stuff about to happen to me. The guys at the back of
the truck were saying stuff, egging him on.
Peanut glanced back over his shoulder, grinning, then turned back
to me. His legs were between mine, his pelvis on mine, and even through
the thick jeans I could feel his hard-on nudging against my naked sex.
"Now, I'm gonna let go of you, but don't do anything stupid,"
Peanut warned. "You'll be sorry if you do."
He pushed back off of me onto his knees, still between my legs,
until his head pressed against the roof of the camper. My hands lay next
to my head where he had pinned them. I could have moved, I wanted to
cover myself from his eyes, but I was afraid to. I was not there, not
participating. This was not happening.
"Ain't you the pretty one," Peanut muttered, then, over his
shoulder, said, "Hey, guys! She's a natural blonde!" I would have
covered myself then in shame, but my hands and arms were not listening.
Peanut was talking to me again. "Now, you hold still a minute," he said.
"I got a friend wants to meet you."
He moved his hands to his waist, watching me all the time, and
began to unfasten his pants. He had one of those thick western belts with
a big buckle, and those jeans with buttons, which he undid one by one,
watching me. I wasn't watching him; I was watching the camper wall.
Peanut hooked his fingers into the waistband and, in one move, shucked
down his jeans and underpants together.
If I hadn't been so scared and stunned, I might have laughed. I had
a good idea where Peanut got his nickname. His erection stood straight
out, but not very far. It was lost in the broad expanse of his big body. It
was a leaning tower of pee-pee.
But I wasn't laughing. I guess it made the next part easier, for both
of us I guess. Peanut took his tool-ette between his thumb and finger,
hunched down, poked and missed, and then pushed his prick into me. It
went in easy. He was small and I still had Jeff's spunk inside me. And it
had all happened so fast -- maybe five minutes? -- since Jeff and I had
been... well, maybe I was still just a little wet on my own.
Anyway, Peanut slid right in. And immediately started whaling
away at me, doing a sewing machine in my pussy. The guys outside
whooped and said, "Boy, look at 'im go!" I just sort of laid there with my
eyes closed. I didn't feel a thing, or rather what I felt was the pressure of
Peanut's body, the whap of his middle against me. I know why they say
it's like a bad dream, because it was like that, loony and distorted. I was
scared and desperate and embarrassed.
Yeah, embarrassed. This guy I never really saw before was doing
it to me. He was wallowing on my titties. And there were three guys --
and Jeff! -- watching it, watching me get it. It was...weird.
It was awful but it was utterly, intensely sexual. No love, just rut.
I had this weird thought, I remember, seeing myself as the reluctant
female and him as the conquering male. He was a primal stranger,
forcing himself on me, in me, taking me, getting ready to plant his seed.
Getting ready pret-ty soon, I realized. As you might imagine from
the pace he set, Peanut was not one to linger and dally. He worked
himself into a lather in less than a minute, I'd guess. He started
scrunching his face up, and groaning. Then, without ever slowing down,
he yelped and shot his goo into me. Sprit, sprit.
Pretty soon after he stopped twitching, Peanut jerked his dick out
and rose up on his hands and knees. He looked down at me with a
satisfied smirk, as if to say, "There, I guess I showed you!" and backed out
of the camper. He spun around on the tailgate and struggled into his
pants.
"Well, Peanut," said the bossman dryly, "I sure hope you ain't wore
her out. Did you leave any for the rest of us?"
"Aw, Joe, there's plenty there," Peanut said, which was the first
time I heard a name for the guy with the gun. "It's young and fresh and
tight. You'll be glad I went first and greased the path for you. Give you
dick-burn otherwise."
Joe laughed. "Now, which one of you wants to go next?" he asked.
"Andy or Bean?" The other two guys looked at each other and then at me
and then at each other again.
"Why not both at the same time?" said the one closer to Joe.
"All right, Andy!" Joe laughed, slapping him on the back. "Go to
it!"
Andy, the one with the bald cut, climbed into the camper, followed
by the ugly one with the long, greasy hair. I recoiled from them, curling
up with my knees together and turning on my side. They crawled up on
either side of me.
"Hey, sweetie," said the ugly one with a grin, "it's our turn now.
Why don't you relax and enjoy it? Might as well."
"'At's right, sugar," said Andy, who was snuggling up behind me,
"Handy Andy and the Beaner gonna make your day." He put his arm
around me, cupped a tit in his hand, and hugged me back against him,
cuddling his thighs behind mine. It an odd way, it felt somewhat
comforting.
The ugly one -- his name was apparently Bean -- moved in closer,
too.
"Give us a kiss," he said, and put his lips on mine. At first, I held
still and kept my mouth closed. Bean pushed his tongue between my lips
and worked it around over my teeth, from side to side. He kept at it long
after he should have given up hope, and the longer he kept it up the sillier
I felt. And I thought, "Well, if he's going to kiss me anyway..." and so I let
my jaw relax a little and let Bean push his tongue into my mouth.
Meanwhile, Andy behind me had worked his other arm under me,
and he was cupping and massaging both my breasts and nuzzling the
back of my neck. And -- this is hard for me to admit -- it didn't feel half
bad. The nape of my neck has always been erotically sensitive.
Bean put his hand down between us and cupped my pussy. When
I opened my mouth, startled, he kissed me deeply. Then he slid a finger
into me and stirred it around, and then brought his fingertip out, wet
with the juices of Jeff and Peanut and me, and rolled it around and
around on my clit.
And, goddammit, it felt good.
Believe me, I was as surprised as anyone, even mad about it. After
all, a girl doesn't grow up expecting rape to be a turn-on. You're not
supposed to have a good time. I think that's a rule.
But Jeff, as had often been the case, had come too soon for me,
leaving me high and dry. Uh, make that high and wet. And Peanut
hadn't done much for me, but he hadn't done any damage either. He had
taken me, had pushed his thing in there and churned it around. He had
kept the pot warm, so to speak, if not exactly boiling.
So, when Bean put his finger on my trigger, my body just sorta
responded. It was politically incorrect, but Ma Nature sometimes has her
own ideas. A part of me was horrified, of course, but not the part Bean's
fingertip was stroking and rolling. My clit twitched in response, making
me draw in a quick gasp that I wasn't fast enough to stifle.
"Hey," Bean said to Andy over my shoulder, "I think our little
sweetheart here is turned on."
"Yeah?" said Andy. He pulled a hand off my tit and slid it under
my behind. His finger probed for my twat, found it, and slid into the hilt.
His finger felt good. I couldn't help pushing back just a little tiny bit.
"Aw, yeah, honey," Andy murmured in my ear, "feels good, don't it?"
I whimpered, part passion and part disgust at myself. But it did
feel good. I was sandwiched between two men, one of whom was
massaging my love button and the other of whom was now sliding two
fingers in and out of my pussy. I was trapped between them, an
unwilling participant, but Andy and Bean didn't seem very threatening.
Maybe if I'd resisted, they would have been. They were going to fuck me,
I knew, but they weren't being mean about it.
I'd already decided that I wasn't going to resist, that my best
chance was to let them do what they wanted and hope it would be
enough. Bean and Andy weren't being scary, they were being gentle and
sensual. Two strange me were fondling me. They were going to take me.
Having already given in mentally, I found it strangely exciting.
It was like Bean's finger on my clit had flipped a switch. The last
resistance drained out of me, and I gave myself up to it. With a sigh, I let
my hips move the way they wanted to, rolling around on Andy's fingers.
I raised my outer leg slightly, giving Bean more room to caress my
sensitive flesh.
"Yeah," Bean said, "Mikey likes it. Don'cha, honey?"
"Ummmm," I murmured, which wasn't a yes but wasn't a no either.
It was a moan. Behind me, Andy laughed.
"She ain't talking," he said. "Maybe she's hungry, Bean. Why don't
you give her something to eat?"
"Good idea," Bean said. He removed his hand from my clit and
started unfastening his pants. A moment later, he took my hand and
guided it down past his waist. "There ya go, darlin'," he said. "Whyn't
you get acquainted?"
My fingers brushed against a rigid tube of flesh and, almost
without direction, wrapped around and gripped it. Bean's manhood was
not overly long -- although certainly longer than Peanut's penis -- but it
was thick, thicker than any I'd ever touched. My fingers didn't touch my
thumb. It also felt funny, and I looked down. Bean, I realized, was
uncircumcised, which I'd heard of but never seen. The fat head on the
end was partly covered by an encircling shroud of flesh. Fascinated, I
stroked it slowly up and down, watching the head play peekaboo with its
hood.
"That's the way, girl," Bean said with a satisfied moan. "Shake
hands with the devil. Ooooh, yeah!"
Andy, with his fingers still planted in my pussy, began to tug
backward on my middle. He let go of my other tit and moved his hand to
my back, pushing me forward at the same time. I knew what he was
doing and I didn't resist, letting him push my head down Bean's body
toward his groin.
Until Jeff, I'd never had a man's penis in my mouth. It was
something he'd wanted, just like every other man I've ever known, but the
first one I'd felt close enough to give in to. And, actually, I'd learned to
enjoy it. Jeff had rented some adult videos so I could see how it was
done, and I'd gotten pretty good at it. At least Jeff seemed to like it pretty
well.
Bean rolled over on his back and pushed his pants down as I
twisted around. By the time I got there, his thick boner was sticking up
into the air, curving slightly backward. I rolled over, too, and lifted my
head up above his middle. Shifting my grip, I wrapped my hand around
it again. Ol' one-eye was staring at me. It winked, and a little bit of clear
fluid seeped out.
It should have been repulsive, I guess, but the truth is that I found
it beautiful. Sticking up from his middle like a fleshy horn, Bean's
straining hard-on seemed like the very essence of sexuality. The purple-
red head swelled and relaxed, almost like it was breathing on its own, a
separate living thing.
Bean, perhaps sensing my fascination, simply watched without
trying to force me. Gingerly, I lowered my mouth and took the tip of his
phallus between my pursed lips, inhaling the strong aroma of his groin
through flared nostrils, tasting the salty flavor of his pre-cum on my softly
probing tongue.
The bulbous head was much larger than Jeff's, and I had to strain
to open my mouth wide enough to take it in. My cheeks bulged as I
pushed my head down over it, feeling the flared edge slide under my
stretched lips. I tried to press farther but was only able to fit about two
inches of the shaft into my mouth before it nudged the roof and made me
gag. I backed off, changed the angle, and tried again, getting a little more
this time.
Bean sighed with pleasure as I began to work on him. With a little
spit and practice, I was getting better at it. I wrapped both my hands
around his thick shaft and worked them up and down, squeezing the way
Jeff had taught me, while I sucked on as much as would fit in my mouth.
Andy, meanwhile, had pulled his fingers out of my slippery pussy.
I could tell he was unfastening his pants and knew what would be
coming next. Sure enough, a moment later, he scooted up behind me. I
felt Andy's naked stomach against my fanny and the hard prong that
stuck out below it, prodding my crotch. Guiding it with his hand, Andy
found the furrow of my pussy lips, slipped between them, and lodged the
head in the entrance to my channel.
While I continued to suck and stroke Bean's pole, Andy slowly
worked his cock into me from behind. Once the head was firmly
entrenched, he fed it to me in small bites-- pushing in, pulling back
slightly, and pushing in farther. And farther. And farther. I felt the end
of his dick hit bottom inside me and root around, seeking a deeper crease.
He pushed again, pressing hard against my cervix and making me flinch.
Andy's cock was bigger around than Peanut's had been, enough to
create a pleasant friction inside me. But it was clearly a lot longer, too. I
could tell without having seen it. He was all the way in me and yet his
stomach barely grazed my fanny at his deepest penetration. Some part of
it was still outside me.
Once he knew how deep he could go, Andy was careful not to
poke too far, though. He settled into a steady rhythm, sliding his long
cock in and out of my pussy. I relaxed and returned my attention to the
thick plug in my mouth, stroking and sucking, running my tongue over
the crown and concentrating especially on the sensitive place under the
head.
Bean had buried his hands in my hair, using them to urge me up
and down on his prick. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and he
was panting, dragging in quick breaths and blowing them out through
puffed cheeks. He seemed to like what I was doing. After a minute,
though, he pushed my head up and off him.
"Whew!" he said. "Much more of that and I'd lose it." He looked at
Andy. "Say, pal, you wanna share the wealth?"
Andy sighed without answering, but he slowly pulled back and let
the long length of his cock gradually slip out of my pussy until it flopped
free.
"Yeah," he said finally, "go ahead."
"Okay, sister," Bean said immediately, gripping my upper arms.
"Whyn't you climb on up here and ride the horsy?"
I was almost eager to see what Bean's thick rod would feel like, not
that it would have made much difference. I crawled up his legs on my
hands and knees and straddled his thighs with mine, raising up to
position my notch above his tool.
"Put it in for me, sugar," Bean said, so I reached down between us
with one hand to guide it, worked the spit-slick head around until it was
centered, and then sat down on it. Or tried to. The massive knob
wouldn't go in on the first try. I raised up a little, got it positioned again,
and began pressing downward, rocking back and forth to work it in.
Slowly, my tube stretched to accommodate the thick head. It hurt just a
little -- not bad because I was controlling it -- but the walls of my pussy
yielded to the invasion a little at a time.
I can still feel it if I close my eyes. I'd never had anything nearly
that big up inside me. It felt twice as thick as Andy had been. Way big!
And I loved it. I wanted all of it. I felt proud that I could take it.
"Attagirl!" said Bean as I slowly forced myself down on his cock.
"Get it, babe! Go for it!"
I thought the worst was over when the fat head was inside me, but
the shaft just below it flared out like shoulders. Again, it was too big on
first try. I backed up and then sank down again more slowly, rocking my
hips to help. The lips of my pussy felt like stretched bands. His thick
cock felt more like a baseball than a bat.
Slowly, slowly, I wedged Bean's cock up into me. The stretching
feeling, as my pussy gradually engulfed his tree stump, was incredibly
sexy. I was taking it. I was swallowing his meat. Nothing else mattered.
I was just a cunt for his cock.
Finally, I felt the tickle of his hair against my sensitive pussy lips. I
raised up a little and let my weight settle again, cramming the last half
inch in me, then sank down onto Bean's chest, full almost to splitting and
grateful that he was not as long as Andy. I couldn't have taken any more.
Bean let me rest a moment, then rolled his hips under me, working
his huge cock around inside my pussy. Tentatively, I rose up and slid
back down his pole. It was very tight, but I could move. I began to rock
my hips more emphatically, raising up to relieve the pressure, then
stuffing myself full of his cock again.
"God, Bean," said Andy, who had been watching us, fascinated.
"You could knock somebody out with that club of yours. I didn't think
she'd take it."
He scooted up beside us and watched between my legs as I worked
up and down on Bean's prick. He put his hand on my fanny and helped
me, pushing down and relaxing in time with my movements. Then, he
slid his middle finger down between my cheeks and touched my asshole.
I was startled by the intimacy. No one had ever touched me there
before. Andy rolled his fingertip around the pucker several times, then
pushed in and poked it a little way into my butt.
"Oooh," I couldn't help squealing. "What... what are you doing?" I
was afraid I knew the answer.
"Well, sugar," Andy said, "I couldn't help thinking. Ol' Bean is
gonna be awhile, I 'spect, and by the time he's done, your pussy might be
a bit loose and sloppy for me. So I just figured I'd use the backdoor here.
It's more my size anyhow."
Now, I can't say I'd never heard of a man putting his thing in the
wrong place. I knew gay men did it that way, and I'd heard men and
women did it that way, too, sometimes. But I sure had never considered
doing it myself or, rather, having it done to me. When I wanted sex, I
only had one place in mind for putting a guy's equipment -- after the
preliminaries, anyway.
But Andy wasn't really asking my opinion. He pulled his fingertip
out of my rear, but only to spit on his hand, which he then applied to my
sensitive little winkie. And then he pushed his finger back inside, farther
this time.
I remember thinking I was glad I'd gone to the potty earlier. Andy
rolled his finger around and around and worked it deeper and deeper
until I felt his knuckles press against my fanny. Then he began to slide it
in and out, rolling it around at the same time.
Meanwhile, Bean had taken over in front while I was preoccupied.
He had a hand on each of my tits and was thrusting his hips up and back,
driving his log in and out of my poor, stretched pussy. But, by now, that
was starting to feel pretty good to me. I was opened so wide that my
clitty was pushed out more than usual, and it seemed to drag up and
down along Bean's pole, giving me the shivers.
And suddenly I realized that Andy's finger probing my secret,
dirty back channel felt good, too. It wasn't something separate from the
other, just part of an overall building sensation of pleasure that shot out
from my middle to the farthest parts of me. Andy would let his finger
slip almost out when I sank down on Bean's cock and then, when I pulled
back, he'd push it all the way up into my fanny and wriggle it around.
Soon, I was rocking back and forth between the two.
"Come on, bud," Bean said to Andy. "Do it! Put it in. Let's make a
sandwich. Here, I'll hold her steady."
Bean put his arms around me and rolled us over onto our sides
toward Andy, who scrunched up behind me again. I looked over my
shoulder in time to see Andy spit on his hand again, using it to anoint the
end of his long, thin prick. Bean, meanwhile, hooked his leg over mine,
pretty well wrapping me up.
Andy shifted closer and poked me in the butt with his penis. He
held my fanny crack open with one hand and used the other to guide his
cock between them. The head nudged around a little until he found the
spot.
"Now, this may sting a tad at first," Andy said conversationally,
"but you'll get over it pretty quick. And then you'll be glad I did this.
Hold on, now."
With that, he began to press inward, and I suddenly realized this
wasn't going to just sting. It hurt like hell! I yelped.
"Ow! Oh, please, no!" I cried. "Please don't! Take it out! It's too
big. No... No, please!"
But Andy paid no attention, just kept slowly pushing in. There
wasn't anything I could do except take it. My bottom stretched a little,
and he went a little way inside. I jerked my hips and managed to throw
him out.
"Now, that wasn't smart, darlin'," Andy said. "I'm gonna put it in
ya. Now we just have to start again." He pushed the head against my
opening again and pressed inward. It went in a little way and hurt me
again.
"Oh, please," I begged. "I can't take it there. Please! I'll do
anything else you want. Want me to blow you? Want me to suck you
and swallow your cum? I'll do it! Please don't. Not there!"
But Andy's grip on my hips and Bean's enveloping leg stopped me
from jerking away again. He was steadily and forcefully shoving his cock
up my ass. It hurt so much I couldn't plead anymore. It took my breath
away. I cried out, and tears filled my eyes. Then Andy stopped pushing
and just held it there.
"Take it easy, now," Andy said gently. "You got about half of it.
Just relax. The hard part's over."
As seconds passed, I realized the pain was fading, no longer a
sharp, tearing agony but a dull ache. And even that was lessening. Andy
pulled back a little, then oozed back into my butt. I expected it to hurt,
but it didn't hurt as much as I expected. He did it couple more times, and
it felt almost okay.
The next time he pushed forward, he went a little deeper, and then
a little deeper each time. I felt really strange. All my attention was
focused on the blunt instrument that was slowly invading my butt. I felt
like I was having a bowel movement -- you know, how it feels really good
sometimes -- but this went on and on and deeper and deeper.
Andy kept shoving his prick up my ass, and I began to think it
would never end, that he would just keep going deeper and deeper inside
me. He was straightening out my ass channel way up in there. It
was...deeply stimulating. Finally, though, I felt his groin touch my fanny.
He pushed a little more, making me feel really weird inside, drew way
back out, almost all the way, and then slid his long baton of a cock all the
way up my ass again.
About this time, Bean began to pump again in front of me, and I
could feel the two pricks inside me, sliding against each other. Bean and
Andy started moving in opposite directions, both of them pulling back
until they were barely inside me and then shoving their cocks all the way
back in until they bounced together at the bottom of the stroke, with me in
between them.
I was stunned by the feelings they were stirring up. I just lay there
and let them fuck me. It was so incredibly sexy, so dirty, so completely
animal. I was crying again, but with passion not pain.
"Oh, oh, god. It feels... good. Oh, please. More. Please. Do it to
me. Yes, like that. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.
Fuck my ass. Yes. Oh, god, yessss...."
And then I was coming, jerking and flopping like a fish caught on
two hooks. Bean yelled, too, and grabbed my hips and started pounding
his big cock up into my cunt, out of synch with Andy now, who was
repeatedly jerking his cock up my ass, then slowly drawing it out and
then slamming it back in again. He grunted, too, then both of them were
shooting their cum inside me, and I twisted and moaned between them.
"You boys 'bout done in there?"
I had completely forgotten about Joe and Peanut and, frankly, Jeff.
I was suddenly embarrassed again. He must have heard me, heard it all,
even if he couldn't see exactly what was happening. I glimpsed him
between the two standing at the tailgate, still trussed to the tree and
gagged with his own underwear. It must have been clear that I wasn't
just getting raped in there. And Peanut and Joe had seen it all, standing
there and watching while Andy and Bean skewered me, front and back.
"Well, I guess," Andy said. He pulled backward and oozed his still
long bone out of my fanny. It was a strange feeling, like taking a poop,
and I felt empty back there when it was gone. Bean pulled back, too, and
slid his fat cock out of my pussy, leaving it feeling stretched and open.
The two men pulled their pants up and scooted out of the truck
bed, standing at the end while they fastened and straightened their
clothes. I just lay there, exhausted. I could feel cum running out of my
crotch from my pussy and seeping out of my back door.
"Jesus, you sure left a mess behind," Joe complained, gesturing at
me. "I don't know why I let you guys go first. Now what am I gonna
do?"
"Well," said Peanut, "there's still one hole ain't been come in yet."
Joe looked at me speculatively. "'Spect your right, Peanut," he said.
"But I'm getting to old to go crawling around in a pickup truck. Whyn't
you drag her out here?"
Peanut and Andy each reached in and grabbed one of my ankles
before I even thought to react. They pulled me toward the open end, an
easy task because the sleeping bag I was still laying on slid right out with
me. When my knees passed the end of the tailgate, they dropped my feet
and grabbed my arms, sitting me up. I pulled my knees together in a
much-too-late gesture of modesty. Joe glanced at me, then looked around
the clearing.
"Bring her over here," he said, walking over to the tree where Jeff
was tied. "Her boyfriend's been left out of all this. Maybe he'd like a
show."
Andy and Peanut grabbed me under the arms and half-carried me
across the short space to when Jeff sat. His eyes were full of despair and
anger. He tried to say something through his gag, but I couldn't tell what.
"What's that you say?" Joe asked. "You feel left out? You wanna be
a part of the show? Well, here, how about this? Why don't you just sit
there in your front row seat and watch your girlfriend suck my pecker?
Think you'd like that?"
Jeff shouted something, or tried to, but it just came out as noise.
"What's that?" Joe asked. "Be sure to come in her mouth? Well,
now, if you insist..." He turned to me. "Come on over here, honey, and
assume the position."
Bean and Andy didn't wait for me to do it on my own. They
dragged me over and pushed me down in front of Joe, who was
unbuttoning his pants right before Jeff's face.
"Here ya go, sugar," Joe said, dragging out a half-hard penis that,
for a change, seemed pretty normal. He grabbed a handful of hair on
either side of my head and tilted my face up to look at him.
"Now, listen here, girl," he said. "I know you don't wanna do this,
but you're gonna do it, like it or not. If you don't, I'm just gonna have to
hurt you, or your boyfriend, or both. So just do it, and do it right, and
everything will be okay. You understand?"
I tried to look over at Jeff, to appeal for his understanding, but Joe
held my head and my gaze, insisting on an answer. Slowly, reluctantly, I
nodded.
"That's a good girl," he said. Letting go of my hair, he put his
hands on his hips and waited confidently. I sneaked a quick glance at
Jeff, only a couple of feet away, but quickly looked elsewhere. There was
nothing he could do to help me. I hoped he understood that there was
nothing I could do either except cooperate and pray it would be over
soon. I heard the rustle of footsteps as the others moved closer.
Joe's manhood dangled outside his pants. Tentatively, I reached
for it, sliding my fingers under it and raising the head toward me. It
twitched in my palm and stirred, raising its head like someone roused
from a deep sleep, once again reminding me of something separate and
alive.
Raising up on my knees, I moved my head toward Joe's middle. I
stuck my tongue out and licked the end of his popsicle. The helmet head
flared and turned a darker color. Slowly, I moved in closer and, opening
my mouth wide, guided his prick between my lips until I could suck on
the head. I felt it growing rapidly in my warm mouth, swelling and
extending.
Using my lips, I gobbled my way down the shaft until my nose
bumped Joe's belly.
"That's it, girl," Joe said. "Suck it for me. I like that. That's right.
Use your tongue. Oh, yeah."
His hard-on was growing fast, and it was long enough now for me
to wrap my hand around the shaft. While I continued to suck and lick the
head, I stroked Joe's cock with my fist. Joe's head lolled back, eyes closed,
mouth open.
He was good and hard, now, his prick fully extended and
straining. I began to work on him, giving Joe the best blowjob I could. I
wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Moaning in my throat, I
began to plunge my head back and forth, continuing to pump his cock
with my hand.
"Ooh, honey, that sure feels good," Joe groaned. "Keep doing that.
Suck my cock."
He was helping now, shifting his pelvis back and forth to slide his
prick through my grip and in and out of my sucking mouth. I gripped
the shaft as tightly as I could, letting it slip through my fingers on the
lubrication I was applying with my lips and tongue. I lashed my tongue
back and forth under the head each time it poked through my tight grasp
and into my mouth.
It went on a long time, longer than I had expected. I had to switch
hands, I got so tired. Either Joe was having a hard time coming with an
audience, or he just enjoyed fucking my face in front of my boyfriend. I
sucked and sucked, stroked and stroked. He pumped his prick back and
forth so powerfully that I was glad I could use my hand as a buffer to
keep Joe from ramming his cock down my throat. I moaned and attacked
his prick like I couldn't get enough of it and looked up into his eyes while
I was blowing him and used every trick I knew.
My jaw was aching and I was getting desperate when Joe finally let
out a long groan and started humping my face in little short jerky moves.
He moaned again, and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth, and suddenly I
was flooded with a jet of cum that splattered against the back of my
throat. I gulped just as he shot another bolt, and then Joe yanked his
penis out of my mouth and my grip and shot three more loads on my
face. Ugh! Then he sort of wiped his prick around on my face, smearing
his cum around, and made me suck him again. He did that several times,
picking up cum from my face and having me lick it off.
And then it was over, almost as fast as it had begun.
"Okay, let's go," Joe said, buttoning his pants. He turned to me
where I had sank onto the ground on my fanny.
"We're gonna leave you now. Don't do anything stupid. Stay here
and don't even start untying your boyfriend until we've been gone five
minutes."
The others were already gone. Joe looked at me.
"We coulda hurt you, but we didn't. Don't forget that. You'll be
okay. Get rid of this wiener, though." He jerked a thumb at Jeff. Then he
smiled at me.
"Had a great time fucking you," Joe said. "Ta-ta."
Then he was gone.
I won't bore you with the aftermath. It was pretty rough. Jeff and I
cried and hugged each other. We were really angry, maybe even at each
other, but I decided not to report the rape. I didn't want to get involved
with police or trials. I didn't want to talk about what had happened with
anyone.
Jeff and my relationship didn't survive much longer. We tried,
but... We broke up a couple of months later. That was almost two years
ago. I felt pretty rotten, off an on, the first year. But I wasn't too
traumatized by it, maybe because the guys weren't particularly mean or
rough. I've been dating again for the past year. My memory of it is part
horrified, part sexy. Sometimes at night, I even masturbate to it. So, I
think I'm over the rape. I really only have two problems remaining.
One is that every time I make love now, I can't help wishing the
guy would put it in my bottom. Just once. I guess I could ask, and maybe
I'll have to if somebody doesn't try before long. I want to be fucked in the
ass again.
My other problem is, I want somebody to be fucking my pussy
when it happens.
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End of 'Mountain Camp' by Titmouse
Story 23
Author's Note:
Sheesh! Another rape story. Okay, I know it's not politically correct,
but it's just a friggin' fantasy. Okay? I don't get the two confused,
and I hope nobody else ever does. Don't ever hurt or force anyone, folks.
In my further defense, I would point out that, while there is some
coercion in this story, there's no pain or harm. Our unnamed heroine
has to do some things she wouldn't have chosen to do, but, in some
ways, her boyfriend really has the worse time. The rapists, I hope,
seem something like real people and, their willingness to rape aside,
seem like reasonably nice folks. Even a little funny. I know our
more militant folks will not find this amusing. I apologize to them
most sincerely but respectfully suggest they read other newsgroups.
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