By the Troubador

This is copyright October 2001 by the Troubador. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced for any reason without explicit written permission from the author. Do not remove this copyright statement.

Unless someone has downloaded this from the site on which it was found, you already know it is erotic, and I assure you there will be graphic sexual content. If for some reason you aren’t legally supposed to have access to such content, please go away and come back when it is legal. I assure you it will be much more enjoyable then, and you will understand it better and get more out of it. I know this is true because that is what my mother told me almost sixty years ago, and I have learned everything my mother told me is correct. That is why I always wear clean underwear. The reason I am always polite and courteous to women has other, ulterior, motives.

This is dedicated to Susan, she knows why.

Susan smiled sweetly at the burly man and thanked him for his kindness, then turned and casually walked down the squared logs cleverly set to serve as the veranda steps to the lodge. The sweet spicy odor of the vast evergreen spruce forest scented the air, almost tangible in its presence. Walking along the forest path bordering the remote lake she concentrated on carrying her head and shoulders straight and tried to control the sway of her hips. Arriving at the cabin Tommy and she had rented for the month she opened the rough slab wooden door, striving to look the untouchable princess as she entered.

Once inside she stamped her feet like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum and flung her daypack across the room where it hit the wall and fell with a thump.

"God Damn it to HELL!" she bit out into the empty room. "Why here! Why now! Why does it have to be in that creeps hunting camp!"

‘The Creep’, had just told her, with an ‘I know something you don’t know’ smirk on his face, that her husband Tommy had been suddenly called out to civilization. Susan had taken a couple hours to herself on this month long idyll into the North Woods. On her return from that magical walk to an enchanted waterfall he caught her walking past the lodge on her way to her and Tommy’s cabin. While she had been on that lovely lonely stroll up to the falls the plane had arrived. It had arrived just half an hour after a frantic radio message calling Tommy back to his responsibilities. Her husband had tried to get them to wait until she was back, but after forty-five minutes the pilot insisted on lifting off. It had been another hour before she returned and she hadn’t even heard the plane from where she was up in that isolated canyon.

The radio and the airplane were the only contact here they had with the outside world. She couldn’t even telephone her love!

Randy the Creep had passed on Tommy’s message. Her husband would be back early next week. It was Sunday, and she was going to be stuck here in paradise without her husband at least seven days. At least it had been paradise when he was here.

Her only company would be Randy The Creep and his strange wife. Two decidedly unattractive people. She hadn’t had a dozen words with Betty in the week they had been here on this extended and deserved vacation. You’d think a woman stuck alone out here would want to talk to another woman, but she couldn’t even get Betty to discuss the weather.

She wished she had the same problem with Betty’s husband. He seemed to be eyeing her everywhere she went. It was always with that hateful, superior smirk on his face that she wanted to wipe off with a frying pan.

Susan shivered, remembering the evening two nights ago when Tommy and she were returning hand in hand from a late evening stroll. Coming by the lodge they had heard Betty yelling, "Get off me, OFF you randy fool. I don’t want it! Stop it! STOP it!"

They had stood still, wondering what they should do until they heard the bedsprings. Susan had found herself staring at the lodge as the rhythm of the springs started slow, loud and somehow insistent. Tommy and she had seemed to be frozen in place, listening. Soon the springs rhythmic spranging sped up, and was joined by a thumping Tommy later explained was the bed’s headboard banging against the wall. She couldn’t believe it now, but they had stood listening for full twenty minutes before they heard a man’s voice roaring from the lodge. That was followed almost at once with a woman’s impassioned scream; then the sounds had stopped.

Just as they began moving back to their own cabin they heard Betty, "Hope you’re satisfied, you fucking old fool!"

And then Randy’s voice, "Enough for tonight woman, be ready in the morning."

Giggling she and her husband had run to their cabin like teenagers afraid of getting caught. Tommy had made his gentle love to her that night, welcome as always and wonderful as always. He was slow, never insisting just bringing her along on the adventure. His touches always sent small chills through her body. Finishing together as usual she relaxed beside him, holding her open palm on his chest as he fell asleep. She had lain beside him and slowly found her thoughts turning to what it would be like with a crude, demanding and uncouth animal like Randy. She had shivered, with a strange little lump making itself known in her lower belly. Susan had been confused about the meaning of the shiver.

She just wished Randy wasn’t always ogling her. She wasn’t unaccustomed to men looking her over, but somehow his stares seemed different. He gave her a real bad case of the heeby-jeebys.

Susan had occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a conqueror like Randy. A man she couldn’t refuse, demanding she spread her legs, to open herself to him. To have a big bull of a man then rut into her, paying attention only to what he wanted and ignoring her except as a wet hole. What would it be like to be taken as a thing, as only a warm wet place to stick a cock? She shuddered again, remembering Randy.

Well in any case Tommy would be here for the last two weeks of their month long retreat. It would be lonely without him but she certainly had nothing to fear. She just wondered how she would amuse herself without Tommy there.

Susan trudged over to the lodge for lunch, which turned out to be nothing special. Betty was a good cook, if nothing else. But all she had done for lunch was heat some soup. The meal fit right in with Susan’s blues after loosing Tommy for a week. The good part considering the lack of conversation and her blues was a carafe of wine. Betty had been very solicitous and kept filling her glass. It was surprisingly good wine, and Susan felt much more relaxed after the meal.

After lunch however, things picked up. Randy asked if she remembered the trip up the lake that he had promised them. When Susan admitted she didn’t Randy rubbed his hands and chuckled. "If yu liked that walk this morning, yu’re gonna love this. Betty can’t cum ‘cause she’s gotta watch the radio. An she’s mad boot thet. But cumon, les’ go!" And he hustled her down to the dock and into the boat.

The boat trip up the lake was spectacular. Lake Cuknwallet, or some such unpronounceable name, was lying between two mountains, which made it scary to fly into. Down here the crags and heavily forested slopes made Susan feel both insignificant and strong. The scenery was almost enough to make her forget she was alone for the next week.

It was only a twenty-minute boat trip to the head of the little lake where Randy carefully nosed the little boat into the mouth of a surprisingly big stream emptying into the lake. Helping her ashore, Randy took her hand to assist her over and through a jumble of boulders that had come down from the mountain above them. The route was treacherous enough that Susan was thankful for the hand. When they were clear of the rockslide it never occurred to her to take her hand back. The wilderness around her was daunting enough that she welcomed even his help.

They were walking across a steep hillside now, in deep forest and there seemed to be a scary roar coming from just over a little rise in front of them. Susan was wishing she had worn heavier, warmer clothes. It was chilly in the deep woods and the lightweight yellow nylon top wasn’t giving off much heat. It was a little embarrassing, too. Her breasts were nice according to Tommy, but not really big; what were really big at the moment were her nipples. She snuck a look down and they were standing proud and perky, poking out the front of her bra.

Coming to the little rise, Randy stepped ahead of her up the steep rise to the top. Reaching back he took her hand again and in a sudden heave pulled her up beside him and pushed her a to the edge of a frighteningly sudden drop.

The first thing she was aware of was the noise. It was impossible to speak, you couldn’t shout over the sound that just exploded around her. The next thing was the large stream they had been following. As they walked they had been moving up hill from it, but following its course. It was above her; falling, tumbling roaring over the edge of cliff that must have been two hundred feet high, and it was almost within arms reach. Stunned by the thunderous din, awed by the spectacular leap and crash of the water over the edge, its boiling and roiling in the pool below it was moments before she was aware that she was soaked to the skin.

Every inch of her was dripping wet, she was so cold she was shuddering, and she couldn’t break away from the spectacle. The spray torn from the water plunging down the cliff was almost solid. And it was freezing cold in the high mountain air of this Canadian wilderness.

They stood together immobilized by what was perhaps the most awesome sight she had ever seen. Other waterfalls were larger, higher, bigger but none were thrust upon you so that you stood in the center of nature’s show. Always before she had wanted to step back to better drink in the sights. Here you were part of it the scene.

It was almost half an hour before Randy pulled her gently away and back down the rise they had just climbed. Once away from the din he produced a bottle of brandy from a pack she hadn’t even been aware he was carrying. Uncapping it, he held it to her shivering lips and made her take several large swallows. The brandy’s heat helped, but she suddenly knew she was close to hypothermia. Looking down at herself she saw the nylon top was almost totally transparent, but she was so cold she didn’t care. The burly man half pulled, half carried her back to the boat.

Lifting her over the rocks at the lake, he stood her beside a large flat boulder, warmed by the sun. Before she was aware of what he was doing, he had unbuttoned her shirt, taken it off and was sliding her cold, sodden pants down her legs. She teetered for a moment with her ankles trapped in the wet pants and before she understood his intention Randy had unsnapped her bra and slid it off her shoulders.

Susan wrapped her arms around her breasts to hide them and Randy put both hands on her waist and lifted her to lay on her back on the sun warmed stone. While she stared at him open mouthed he yanked her pants off her legs, taking her shoes off with them. Looking down she saw all she was wearing were her socks. Her knickers had come down with the pants.

Randy saw her staring open mouthed and quickly pulled off her socks, leaving her naked and alone before the scary man. "We had ta get ya outta them wet clothes," he said, grinning up at her from where he knelt between her ankles looking. "Here, take another swig a this," and he pushed the brandy bottle to her lips again. "Take another, ya gotta get some heat in ya, girl," and he managed to get her to gulp down another few swallows.

Chilled to the bone and now not far from drunk Susan never thought to protest when the fat ugly man took off his shirt and pants to climb up next to her on the rock. Randy snuggled next to her, telling her he had to give her some of his body heat.

Shivering with the cold, the hot stone under her skin felt almost like a griddle. Randy The Creep’s warm flesh was too much and she cuddled to him burying her face tightly into the fur of his chest. She couldn’t see lecherous grin on his face as he felt her shapely tits flatten into his chest with her stone hard nipples digging into his flesh. Susan welcomed the man’s warm hands smoothing down her back, never questioned the broad palms cupping her buttocks.

In her brandy haze she accepted the lips nibbling on her neck and gave no thought to the hard cock pushing into her belly. It wasn’t until he softly rolled her onto her back and lay atop her that she suddenly wondered what she was doing, what the Creep was doing. The heat was wonderful, and the chills were no longer from the cold but she was married, happily married . And even if she wasn’t she didn’t like this man!

Pushing against his chest, she tried to sit up. All she accomplished was to open her legs further and she suddenly felt him between her legs with his solid erection pushing against her labia.

"No! NO! Get off me. Stop it, Randy!" she screamed.

She convulsed again, trying to get out from underneath him. All it did was wiggle her cunt against him and his cockhead slipped inside of her. She was dry, and he made no effort to shove his length further inside her hot channel. But with her struggling all he needed to do was hold still and her efforts slowly worked his hard pole up into her hole. Her frantic movements sent ripples through her vaginal sheath now encasing his manhood. Slowly she unknowingly worked herself down his shaft and her body’s juices began to appear.

Exhausted, Susan lay still for a moment and realized Randy was buried in her to the base of his prong. And what was even more horrifying was suddenly knowing that her writhing the last few moments had been because she was hot and bothered. Her nipples were standing up, but not now because of the cold. Her whole body was hot! She could feel the sex sweat and slickness between their bodies.

Susan was gasping with the passion, unexpected and unwanted but there. Her hips were pumping against the hard maleness buried in her belly. Suddenly she didn’t care, she just had to have the cum building in her loins. Randy’s mouth covered hers and she was frantically kissing him, her tongue in his mouth and her body bucking against his.

It didn’t last long. His big hot log banged into her hole, shaking her whole body with his fucking. Her whole body was surging up against his and her strong legs were wrapped around his ass. His whole weight was on her and welcomed. Suddenly they were both there. She heard herself scream, and she was never a screamer. His roar mixed with her screams and she dimly heard echoes coming off the mountains around them.

Collapsing under him she felt him roll off of her and they lay side by side gasping for breath after their mutual orgasm.

Still half drunk, stunned by what had happened, even more frightened by her own actions she lay unmoving beside this slimy man. For some reason she was never to understand she just accepted him when he rolled over atop her again, beginning again to ‘fuck her good’ as Randy put it. It wasn’t good, but he gave her another cum, and that was good.

Growing tired of Randy’s hands freely roaming her body Susan finally forced herself up. Picking up her clothes, they seemed colder and clammier than when Randy had stripped them off her. Randy took them out of her hands, telling her they would make her even colder. He promised a heavy jacket to wear once they got to the boat.

True to his word, once the naked pair were back at the boat he produced a heavy jacket. It came almost down to her knees, but was certainly better than shivering in the clothes still soaked with spray from the falls.

They didn’t say another word to one another as they motored back down the lake. At the dock, Randy just smirked at her and told her he would see her at dinnertime. Susan went to her cabin, threw herself on the bed and wept.

At dinner that evening Randy was cheerful for a change. His improved temper was a relief, with Tommy gone it would have been difficult to ignore his sullen silence coupled with that hateful sneer. Susan was mortified to find the clothes she had forgotten in the boat now cleaned and folded for her to take back to the cabin when she went.

Susan kept sneaking peeks at Betty. She and Betty’s husband had fornicated that afternoon, and Betty must know something of what had happened. She wasn’t sure how to behave toward the slime ball, and terrified that his wife would discover what she had done.

Susan’s attitude was one of sullen, petty silence. Betty saw this and opened a bottle of wine for her, to lighten her mood she said. It seemed to help, and the high clear air seemed to amplify the effect of the wine. She felt herself getting giggly and felt just a tad high after just two glasses of wine. She had drunk more today than she normally did in several months.

Randy of course was The Creep. She tried to ignore his lecherous looks.

Betty had been even stranger than ever. She never said a word, but kept sneaking peeks at Susan from the corner of her eye. And Betty had worn the strangest look on her face the entire time Susan was at the lodge for dinner. She had been glad to find a good excuse to make an early night of it and return to her cabin.

Stepping out onto the lodge veranda, she almost stumbled. Only the Creeps strong arms unexpectedly wrapping themselves around her kept her from falling down the log steps. He insisted on walking her to her cabin, and wouldn’t let her shrug his arm from around her shoulder during the walk.

Once at the cabin, Susan felt as if she was standing somewhere watching herself. Randy reached past her to open the door, then helped her step up and through the door. Once inside, he turned her to face him and took the bundle of clothes she had carried from the lodge out of her hands, just droping it on the floor beside the door.

She felt numb and unable to protest when he took her in his arms and pulled her small body against his. Holding her arms together, her hands clasped together under her chin she looked up to protest and he bent down and covered her mouth with his. All she seemed able to do was stand there as his tongue invaded her mouth and he tasted and tongued her. Her knees turned to jelly, and she almost fell before he broke the kiss.

Her balance was so poor she seemed unable to stand by herself and found herself clinging to Randy to keep from falling. It wasn’t until she saw him drop her shirt on the chair, and then felt him unsnap her bra that she understood he was helping her undress. She was oddly unconcerned with it, just worrying whether she could keep her balance enough to remain standing.

Concentrating on standing as she was, she was happy when Randy helped her over to the bed and lowered her onto her back. It was only then that she realized he had already stripped off her pants and panties. Wiggling her toes she realized even her shoes and socks were gone.

"No, no Randy. We can’t do this, leave me alone. What will Betty think?"

Her protests seemed to be unheard by the man standing by her bed and now stripping his own clothes off.

Trying to turn on her side, Randy reached over and returned her to her back, then climbed on the bed and moved between her legs. Pushing at his head, trying to keep him away from her sex she clamped her legs together only to realize he was already kneeling between her knees.

Protesting she tried to turn, maybe get up off the bed but every move she made seemed to be in slow motion and without real purpose. When his mouth covered her vagina and he kissed her there all she could do was murmur, "No, no, no, no Randy, no…" while his tongue was pushing into her hole. Worse yet, he soon moved up and began lightly sucking and licking her clit. She shuddered with the sensation, and became aware her sex was dripping with her juices. Her body knew what was happeining and had already prepared for it.

Susan moaned, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes even as her body arched with the first small orgasm of the evening. "No, no I love Tommy! Please leave me alone, I don’t want to do this. Let me alone, go away," she pleaded.

Randy just sneered up at her, his face slimy with her sex juices. He slowly moved up her body, as it writhed under him, licking and kissing as he went. Once he covered her he captured her protessting lips with hers and flexed his hips to push his cock slowly and deliciously into her well lubed body.

Still protesting, still crying Susan found herself covered with the fat mans body, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him down for her to kiss. Her widely splayed legs were locked around his spindly legs and she was again in orgasm.

As her body returned to normal she found Randy still fucking into her.A sudden feeling of disgust swept through her, almost at the same time her body spasmed again and she came hard on his cock for the didn’t know how many times that day. He was continuing to fuck her and she seemed to be helpless to even slow him in his pursuit.

Sobs now wracking her body, tears running down her face Susan saw Betty step through the cabin’s open door. ‘Oh thank god!’ she thought in her haze, ‘this if over.’

"Randy, you old fool you left these behind. You know I can’t stand a beard so you’d better keep shaving while you’re over here," Betty yelled as she dropped a shaving kit on the table.

Susan froze, and was almost sober when she heard Randy’s wife say those words. "What… What’s going on! Help me, Betty!"

"Oh for Christ’s sake, girl. This is my vacation. It’s time for me to get that fat geezer of my stomach. And don’t act the raped virgin, you already ripped off a piece of Randy this afternoon. Liked it to, from the screams came down from the end of the lake. Thought it would take the old fool a lot longer to get you to drop your pants. Enjoy the hot pantsed bitch Randy! I’ll see you two for breakfast and meals," then she stepped out the door.

Betty leaned back into the cabin, "Randy you ass, you keep shaving or you’re in real trouble. But enjoy the little slut. Looks like she could use a man for a change." With that she disappeared up the path.

Randy called after her, "Thanks, woman. Have breakfast ready, but we may be late. See ya tomorrow."

Whimpering, Susan’s tears ran down her cheeks as Randy’s prong started pushing in and out of her tunnel again.

Randy smirked down at her as he moved on her body. "Oh relax, girl! Ya’ve made yer point, now relax. This is goin’ ta be great. Ya know I’ve been aching for a piece a that fancy ass of yours since ya started parading it around in those jeans. Let’s see if those legs can wrap as nice as you been advertising." When he said that she felt his cock grind even deeper into her hole.

Bucking and twisting underneath him again, trying to fight free from the creep Susan screamed, "You are sick. Leave me alone!" And then she screamed again as loud as she could. Maybe Betty would hear her and understand Susan didn’t want to be her husband toy. Maybe she would help her. That was her only chance here, hundreds of miles from any town.

Finally she realized the futility of her actions, and that her body was again responding to his fucking. Somehow this uncouth, unwashed bear of a man was turning her on. And there seemed no reason to resist him any longer. Later she was to rationalize she had behaved as women since time began had behaved. Both a woman’s and the species’ survival dictated that she be mated with the strongest male around. At this time, in this place Randy was the strongest. In a civilized setting he was an anachronism, and almost a cipher. But here and now he was her master, and she was his property. Without thinking it further she submitted to the inevitable.

And made the best of it.

Paying no real attention to Susan’s attempts free herself and ignoring her screams Randy thrust into her sex. Slamming hard into her, then withdrawing slowly only to slam back in so hard her breasts bounced. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her Tommy was always trying to pleasure her; this man was toying with his new plaything. He was feeling and admiring the softness and newness of her and had no real interest in her enjoyment of his actions. He was just working on his own cum, not hers.

She tried to roll free of him again, but he was lodged deep within her vagina, his weight solid between her legs. Randy was pulling down on her shoulders, yanking her body down to meet each of his fucks into her cunt. She still flailed at his shoulders but no longer was she really trying to escape. The haze was lifting from her, and she understood her efforts were only moving her flesh and making it more pleasurable for Randy.

Susan was no longer able to scream as Randy’s mouth covered hers.

Realizing whatever she did was futile Susan began to cry again.

The flames in her body began to rise again despite who and what was producing them. Her body was going to betray her and she was going to cum again for this beast! There was nothing she could do to prevent it, she was almost at the edge.

Then he slammed hard into her and she could feel him spurting his spunk deep within her. Susan was left hanging. Just a moment before she was shamed and frightened at her body’s ultimate betrayal, but now she was gasping and her body and mind was screaming for release.

Her ravisher rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Grabbing the edge of the top sheet he casually wiped his and Susan’s spend of his rod, then stood up.

Grabbing her panties he shoved them in Susan’s face. "Don’t want ta see this kind a shit at night. Ya can wear ‘em daytime if yer goin’out, but night ain’t fer cover up. Ya got it? An it mite be best ya don’ ware ‘em ina house enyway," he growled. "Fact, woman, don’ wear nothin’ ina cabin atall! Ya hear that?"

She just gawped open mouth at him.

"God Damn it, woman! Yu hear me or are ya deaf?" he thundered.

"I… I hear you," Susan tremulously whispered.

"Woman, next time I give ya an order, I don’ wanna have ta say it twice, ya unner stand me?" he demanded. "And let’s get it out’n the open. Yer man ain’t getting back nex’ Monday. The airplanes goin’ ta be broke, he’s goin’ get here week fum nex’ Satuday. Yu‘n I goin’ have a nice vacation ourselfs. Betty needs it too. Give her a lil’ break fum lovin’ an she’ll be randy herself when yu’r ready ta let her take over agin. Now I ain’t goin’ hurt ya. But you’ll be mine fer a nex’ coupla weeks. We’re goin’ have sum fun, an I jus’ hope lil ol’ Tommy’s goin’ be able ta take care of ya after this."

Breaking into a chuckle, the creep ogled her nakedness. "Jus’ ‘member youse is mine, an’ don’ get no strange ideas. Yu do what I want, when I want, HOW I want an we’re goin’ ta have a great time. Ya soft bitches always want a real man, and by God ya got un fer once!"

With that speech over, he grabbed her tit with one hand and squeezed it. The nipple poked out and it didn’t exactly hurt, but it sure didn’t feel good either. Pointing the nipple up he leaned down and engulfed the nipple and all of the areole in his mouth. Then he sucked hard.

It was something she had never experienced before. It certainly wasn’t gentle and good the way Tommy played with her. At the same time she felt her sex moisten again. She wondered how badly her tits would be bruised in the morning. Then she wondered if he was going to suck her whole breast into his mouth and chew on it.

"Lay down Susan, an spread them legs. I wanna look at that pussy while I get my stuff off. We’re sure goin’ ta have some fun with that."

Afraid to do anything else, and resigned now to being his love slave Susan lay back and spread her legs, wide. She watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He had powerful arms, and a barrel chest, but under that was a disgusting, softly wobbling belly. She had seen it lying over his belt and wasn’t happy now to see it bare. Under the belly was his package.

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘I might as well get used to using the language he understands for the next two weeks. Those are his prick and his balls.’

Now knowing how familiar she was going to be with Randy’s cock, she looked it over carefully. It was almost as long as Tommy’s but didn’t seem to be as wide and thick. Having some inkling now of the crudeness with which Randy would be treating her, she was happy that his cock wasn’t the size of the belly which hung above it. For a moment she found herself worrying whether she would be getting the full penetration because of the big stomach. Almost giggling she realized that was his problem, and if he couldn’t she would be the beneficiary.

Randy stood looking down at her, then cursed, "Damn it woman! Sometimes I get carried away. This’s goin’ be a long night, ‘n I don’ wanta be innerupted. Be right back, jus’ havta take a piss."

Turning he walked to the door stepped outside and turned to the left facing away from the cabin. She heard his stream hissing against the ground while looking at his naked back. When it stopped he turned and, framed in the doorway, shook drops of urine off his penis.

‘Have to get over the language,’ thought Susan. ‘That is his pecker or cock he is shaking, and he’s shaking piss off of it.’

Shutting the door behind him, Randy stalked over to the bed and looked down at his helpless victim. ‘It was sure nice of her hubby to leave her here fer me ‘n her pleasure’ he thought. ‘Nice to have pilot Dan owing me, too. Gives me a few more days with this bitch.’

Cupping her pussy he gave it a nice firm squeeze. He always liked the soft feel of pussy, especially on a prime split-tail like this one. Moving his hands over the cunt, he carefully pushed her lips apart with his big finger and pushed into her hole. Feeling it begin to moisten now on its own, he smiled.

Keeping his finger in her, he always liked finger fucking good looking bitches, he stepped up to stand next to her head. Reaching over with his free hand he cupped the back of her head and hauled her over the bed until she could reach his prong with her mouth.

"Open up, bitch!" he told her. "Yu’ve got sum’ work ta do." Then he pushed his cockhead against her lips.

Susan and Tommy enjoyed oral sex, but it was always requested. Sometimes she just didn’t want Tommy’s cock in her mouth, and he never made an issue of it. It was understood tit for tat. When she sucked him, she knew Tommy would give her cunnilingus. He always gave her a nice orgasm, which she sometimes felt guilty about. She had never brought him to orgasm with her mouth. For one thing, the thought of taking cum in her mouth was icky. For another, a man could only ‘blast off’ once a night, maybe twice if he was really turned on. That’s what all the girls said in the Sorority. She wanted Tommy in her vagina not her mouth. She wondered if it would be better to try to get Randy to come in her mouth, then she could avoid having it stuck in her vagina again. ‘No,’ she thought, ‘it’s my cunt. I’ve got to remember the creeps language.’

Susan opened her mouth, and Randy shoved his slime coated cock inside. When it hit the back of her mouth and tried to enter her throat she gagged. Quickly bringing a hand up she grabbed him at the base of his shaft. That way she could control how much he fucked into her mouth. She had just found out he was fucking her mouth, not letting her just suck him.

She found it pleasant as always to suck on the soft, firm pleasure shaft. She once had come to the conclusion the pleasure was a carry over from baby days when children sucked at their mother’s breast, and then later comforted themselves with sucking a thumb. She had once teased Tommy that she should suck his cock when she was blue. He had smiled and asked what he could do to make her just a little bit blue.

She could hear the man groaning above her, and decided she would make no decision as to whether to suck him all the way off or not. The decision, she suddenly discovered, was not hers to make.

"Enough fer the moment," she heard Randy say. "Let’s us put this un in yur cunt, bitch. Spread ‘em good." He pulled back, pulled his very wet finger out of her hole and pushed it into her mouth. "Suck it clean, cunt. Then spread ‘em."

With no choice in the matter, she sucked her juices off the big fingers. It was disgusting to see the dirt under his fingernails, but knew by this time that she wasn’t going to be given discretion.

Climbing onto the bed, Randy knelt on his knees between her legs and leaned forward. "Put it in, bitch," he commanded.

Susan reached between their bodies, grasped his shaft with her small hand and placed it at her entrance. Randy pushed forward, when the head slipped easily into her now sloppy pussy she pulled her hand out of the way. The big shaft slipped easily up her tube, filling her nicely. It felt good, being filled always felt good. And God was she wet. Was it because of, or in spite of Randy’s mistreatment?

He just let it lie there, marinating in her juices for a moment. Susan was thinking to herself, ‘this won’t be so bad. Like Tommy and me. Guess we’ll have a nice fuck after all.’ Then he started moving. The first few strokes were what she would call medium fast, and she started to time his movements in order to join him. After all, it was true when rape was inevitable one had best just relax and enjoy it. But suddenly he started hammering into her, hard and harder. Every so often he would pause deep within her channel. Then he would flex his prick, or shift his hips back and forth which caused the cock head buried deep in her to rub all over her insides. Then he would sometimes pause with his big pole deep inside her and shove, shove, shove without withdrawing at all. It was impossible to join with him, and while it felt good, it was hard to get a rhythm going to help her bring on her cum.

And suddenly he was there again, fucking her and cumming in her hard. She felt the hot spurts and she was almost there. Again.

But not quite, again.

Then he pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside her.

"Hey doll, git the covers. It’s goin’ ta be cold in ‘nother hour or so." Then he turned on his side and seemed to fall asleep instantly.

Susan climbed out over the end of the bed, Randy being between her and the edge. She gathered the blankets and sheet he had thrown on the floor and remade the bed. It was a little awkward with him in it, but there didn’t seem to be any way around it. Nude, she crawled back into bed and covered up. It was already cold.

Susan lay there for a long time listening to the noise of the forest outside. At first she was too horny to get to sleep, damn the man for not seeing to it she came. Then she began thinking about the situation she was in. She was hundreds of miles in the bush. There were other camps like this one, but she had no idea where. The only way to travel in this country was by air. Even if she knew how to get there, it would take her weeks to walk to civilization. She didn’t find the forest threatening, but knew on her own she couldn’t survive. She was here.

The thought crossed her mind, not for the last time, would Randy let her leave after what he was doing to her?

He had the radio, and she didn’t know how to work it to call for help if she could get to it. She saw no way out. And feared what the beast would do if she didn’t please him.

She must have finally fallen asleep, because when Randy stuck his big cock in her from behind it woke her up. One of his arms was over her and his hand was cupping her tit and squeezing it. He wasn’t gentle like Tommy, but he wasn’t squeezing it hard enough to hurt. It felt OK, but not the deep thrill Tommy gave her. But it was different, and that itself was arousing her.

Not that Randy would care. She was on her own to find her pleasure. She had apparently still been wet from his early discharge into her depths as he had slipped in easily and was slow fucking her.

He just kept slow fucking, playing with her tits and occasionally kissing and mouthing the back and side of her neck. That was the closest he had come to romancing her. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. She supposed it didn’t matter, when Randy decided he wanted to kiss her, he would.

The thought occurred that he seemed to be careful not to give her a hickey. That was encouraging, it meant he was concerned that her body carried none of his marks when her ordeal was over.

The slow fuck seemed to go on forever, and then she began feeling tingles in her belly other than the nice friction of the big cock working in her hole. When her vaginal walls began to spasm gently around his prick he felt it and moved the hand on her tit down to her clit. There he started playing, gently for once, on her sex. She soon knew why he was gentle. As her clit felt the pleasure he was giving her, she could feel her cunt walls rippling along his prong and knew that was what he wanted. Soon she was building up a full head of steam, her body was almost ready to spasm and then she felt his jism spurt into her and he was done. She was so fucking horny she broke into tears.

Randy pumped her a few more times after filling her again with his cum and then fell asleep.

Lying there, sobbing softly to herself, unwilling to masturbate herself in front of this thing lying with her in bed she watched the night end. Early in the morning just as she could see it was getting light Susan felt the big man behind her pull his now half-erect cock out of her cunt and roll over onto his back.

Poking her in the back he told her he wanted his morning blowjob. Protesting she was sleepy did no good, the poking just got harder and more insistent. Sitting up she looked at the disgusting mess that was Randy’s penis this morning. When she started to get out of bed for a washcloth to clean it. Randy asked her what she was doing. When she told him, he got angry. No way did he want cold water on his hot cock in the morning. Cleaning his rod was what she had a mouth for, and if she wanted to eat anything else today she had better get at it and eat the cum sliming his cock.

Staring at him, she knew he was serious. The thought also came to her that food was another sword they dangled over her head. If she didn’t ‘perform’ as they asked she wouldn’t eat.

Leaning over Susan took the slimy mess into her mouth and sucked it. To her surprise the taste wasn’t too bad, even if the texture was horrid. Having no choice in the matter, she decided to try to enjoy what good parts there were. Sucking, bobbing her head and occasionally licking his balls to clean them the time seemed to drag. She began to wonder how long he was going to have her bent over him bobbing her head like this.

With no warning Randy suddenly shot a load of cum into her mouth. When she involuntarily tried to pull back she found her head held firmly in Randy’s strong hands. Gulping rapidly she managed to drink the small amount of cum down without untoward results. But her stomach felt queasy after he released her. Susan lay back down again to let her stomach settle.

Telling her breakfast would be in about two hours, Randy got up to start his day. Susan napped for another hour then got up and took a shower. Dressed, she walked to the lodge. Standing in the dining room she stared at Betty, who smirked back at her. Going into the kitchen Betty asked if Susan had slept well, then laughed for the first time since Susan had met her.

After breakfast, Randy took her by the hand and led her outside. Placing her leaning on her hands against the banister surrounding the porch, he unfastened her pants and pulled them and her panties down to her ankles. Pulling her hips back further, he lifted one of her feet and pulled it free from the pants and panty tangled around her ankles. The morning chill sent goosebumps up and down her naked legs and ass.

As Susan stared at the magnificent view of the lake from the porch, shivering. When he dropped his pants Susan looked back over her shoulder and saw him standing behind her, his pants still around his ankles. It wasn’t the most inspiring sight she had ever seen. His long spindly legs met his hips where his big balls were drawn up tight below his prick, which was standing straight up. The prick was an unhealthy red, with a purple head and seemed to be bent slightly in the middle. Above the skinny legs was a big pendulous gut hanging down over the angry prick. She wondered how he was able to get full penetration from that cock with the gut hanging down over it. She soon found out.

Randy stepped up behind her, kicking lightly at her ankle until she spread her legs further. Taking the hard prick in his hand he worked the head up and down her slit, poking it in her hole every once in awhile. Soon Susan could feel her cream moistening her labia and the cockhead began slipping easily up and down her slit.

When Randy felt his cockhead begin to poke easily into her, he fitted it to her cunt from behind and pushed into her no longer dry hole. As he slid in, he used both hands to lift his huge stomach and lay it atop her ass.

Working his cockhead slowly in and out, she soon moistened more and he drove the big pole deep inside her. Looking across the lake she watched an eagle swoop and soar. As they were standing there fucking in the open Susan began feeling her sex temperature rise again. She had been fucked hard several times in the past few hours, and not been allowed to release her sexual pressure. Almost before she was aware of it she found herself frantically pushing back at the disgusting creature standing behind her with his fuck rod stuck up her cunt. Watching the tiny wavelets catch the sun on the lake she felt herself almost ready to explode.

Randy was not the least surprised to feel this elegant, lovely lady almost in a panic to cum on his rod. Soon he just stood and let her fuck herself on his prod. He was almost ready to come when Susan did explode around his implanted log. The marvelous spasms of her cunt walls set off one of the nicest cums he had had in years. He rewarded her by shooting a big wad of his baby juice deep into her womb.

As a suddenly replete Susan came back from the marvelous world of orgasm she heard Betty howling with laughter from where she was standing in the door of the lodge. Susan blushed and hung her head as she stood with her legs widely spread, pants and panties tangled around one ankle and looking out over one of the finest outdoor vistas she had ever seen. She vaguely remembered hearing her screams echoing off the mountains again. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. It was worse than the day her first period hit in the middle of English class, and she had been wearing a white dress.

She didn’t notice the video camera Betty was holding in her hand.

By the end of the second day life seemed to fall into a pattern. She would give the well-named Randy his morning blowjob and he would go out to do chores. After breakfast he would take her out of the lodge and fuck her again, usually outside for the world to see. She became used to being fucked in the open, and that worried her. But there was so much else to worry about, she had to just ignore them all.

At lunchtime he would expect to find her naked in the cabin. There he would fuck her on the bed and then take a shower in her cabin before returning to the lodge to eat. She began to look forward to that session for he wanted her to join him in the shower. There he had her clean him, and he washed her. The petting he gave her there was the only foreplay she would receive, unless you counted the odd times he just wanted to play with her body. He seemed to have moved in with her while Tommy was gone. She just accepted her home was now his, and what ever she had was his also. She had no choice.

Susan was given the afternoons to herself but after dinner Randy always took her back to her cabin where she stripped and he played with her and fucked her until he wanted to sleep. Like that first night she often woke in the middle of the night to find Randy fucking her.

The man seemed insatiable. He told her the more a man fucked, the more he could fuck. If he didn’t put it in something pretty often, his sex drive went into neutral. He never expected his drive to be in anything but overdrive and his cock was never to be very far from pussy. It sure never seemed to be very far from Susan’s pussy. To her dismay she found by the first weekend that her body was looking forward to the fucks when she knew one was soon coming. Her cunt was now always fully wet when she heard Randy coming. And at lunchtime, she knew she was soaking a quarter hour before it was time for him to arrive for his noontime fuck. That did worry her!

To her surprise he wouldn’t do her in the lodge. He explained that was Betty’s home and he wanted to be respectful of her.

By the third day she found she believed Randy’s explanation of the sex drive. She was now getting at least a small orgasm every time he stuck himself up her. That was a lot of cums in a day, more than she had ever expected or had even imagined possible.

The cocksucking was still gross but Susan felt if it was someone she at least liked, it would be all right. She began looking forward to surprising Tommy with her newfound talent. And it had turned into one of her talents, according to Randy. He kept telling her she was born to be a world class cocksucker. Sometimes she caught herself feeling proud when he said that.

To her surprise that first Friday, Randy had worked his cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat. It wasn’t far, not like Tommy’s was going to be, but she didn’t gag. She wanted to do it for Tommy. But she figured she would have to be very careful of that. She had to think of ways to get Tommy more active. It was going to be hard not getting sex so many times a day, even if she detested the man giving it to her. She figured Randy was doing her at least five times a day, not counting the blowjob in the morning. She didn’t count that, because it was a chore to her and she never orgasmed.

The Thursday before Tommy was expected Randy took her to her cabin in the afternoon, which was quite a break in routine. For once he spent time getting her thoroughly aroused and when she was firecracker hot he lay down on the bed with his head between the pillows and asked her to ride him. By that time she was so accustomed to obeying him and having sex whenever he demanded she without thought stripped off what clothes she still had on, climbed on the bed and sat on his prick. Soon she was riding him hard, bouncing up and down and for once Randy didn’t seem to be interested in cumming as soon as possible. She rode him to her climax, and he commanded her to keep going.

She had cum for at least the fourth time and Randy was playing with her tits when she thought she heard something. Just as she was exploding into the next cum she turned her head. Betty was standing in the doorway with a video camera. There was no way her now well fucking trained body would be stopped from the orgasm that was overtaking her. Betty had a great video of her looking over her shoulder as she went into a huge cum, her face full to the camera.

They showed her the movie that evening. She hadn’t even known they had a TV. Betty had caught her from the window as she was willingly and quickly stripping out of her clothes. Then she saw herself climb on the bed, and impale herself on the cock of a man who was lying on the bed. The angles Betty used and judicious use of the pillows by Randy prevented identifying who she was fucking. Even the big slug-soft belly looked different when he was lying on his back. To her horror they kept the tape running. In addition to that days fuck, she saw Betty had been taping the entire two weeks without her knowledge. She was stunned to watch almost four hours of selectively edited scenes of her fucking and obviously enjoying every moment of it. Somehow her fuck partner was never identifiable in any of the scenes. Susan did think she could identify Randy because of his enormous belly stuck over his ridiculous spindly legs and the ludicrous way his cock and balls seemed pasted under that disgusting paunch. That was hardly something she wanted to admit to her husband. There was no way to believe she was being coerced from watching the tape.

Betty explained to her that the video was an insurance policy. Betty had enjoyed her vacation even if she was ready to get back to work again under Randy and she didn’t want her world upset.

Randy had enjoyed the strange pussy and they had video proof that Susan had been completely into the exercise. The looks of ecstasy on her face couldn’t be faked and by the time she had turned to look into the camera Thursday her hair was wild and she was soaked in fuck sweat. No one was holding her as she wildly rode the cock stuck up her cunt. It hadn’t helped that while she was looking at the camera Randy had ejaculated deep inside her, giving her the most powerful orgasm she had had in the entire two weeks.

They would keep the video for their pleasure, along with several others they had from encounters with other women that had visited them. They guaranteed it would not be seen by anyone she knew, and it certainly wasn’t for sale. They did offer to make a copy for her if she wanted one.

But if she forgot about all the good ‘lovin’ she had been given and tried to make something of it, even just to confess to her husband, the tape would be used to prove she lied. They had a semi-believable story that she had demanded something of them and when it wasn’t given to her she tried to blow the whistle. They would say she had been the one to start the whole thing. The two of them would act very embarrassed and contrite. Their story was that they were embarrassed Susan had insisted on having sex with Randy, and were more upset when Susan had insisted on being filmed. But their motto had always been that the customer was always right. With the video it would hold up enough to at least destroy her marriage and who knew what else. It would be best if Susan kept quiet.

Friday’s lunchtime fuck was the last time Randy bonked her. She was able to clean up that afternoon and got a good night’s sleep alone. She woke up horny Saturday morning and found she was looking forward to the morning blowjob but it never came. Randy spent the night in the lodge and never touched her again.

From the outside Susan looked like her old self when Tommy flew in that afternoon. His wife met him at the floatplane dock with a big hug and a searing kiss that dropped his socks. He didn’t notice Randy and Betty’s knowing grin as Susan led him to their cabin.

Once in the cabin, Susan almost attacked him. Before he was sure the door was shut, Susan had his belt unbuckled and hauled down his trousers and shorts in one fast movement. She pushed him backwards and Tommy found himself stripped and lying on his back on the bed.

Susan was frantic, her body had missed five fucks in the past twenty-four hours and she couldn’t remember ever being so hungry for her man. Tommy was almost as hungry himself, and was thankful his wife was randy. He had celibate while gone, and was a big strapping man desperate to release his seed. What almost shocked him was that Susan didn’t insist on waiting until bedtime to let him take her to bed. It was a welcome surprise.

Another almost immediate shock was Susan falling hungrily on his prick. She had always been reluctant to join in oral sex herself, though willing to let him exercise his interest in performing on her. The sudden experience of Susan’s hot mouth enveloping his manhood almost brought an instantaneous explosion. He was able to hold off for moments, but suddenly surged upwards and as his sperm geysered out of him his cock slipped into her throat. For the first time Susan orgasmed when giving a blowjob. It wasn’t small either, and Tommy’s hard cock had been well down her throat. She had been right, with her lover a blowjob was almost as good as sex.

A mildly disappointed Tommy lay back to relax after spending down his wife’s throat. It had been wonderful, but he had wanted to shoot deep into her vagina. But he wasn’t to be given any rest.

Instead of laying down beside him and cuddling, she went back to work on his cock and to his stunned but happy surprise he soon rose to his full glory. He could not know how his wife now admired the beauty of his manhood. She now had something to compare it to, and Tommy’s equipment impressed her.

Dropping down on her back beside him, Susan pulled him over on top of her. Not wasting a moment he slid his again rock solid pecker into that welcoming hole and then just held it there as he soaked up the warmth and friendly hug her cunt was giving him. To his utter amazement, Susan came again, without him moving inside her.

That was too much, and he began rutting in her, giving her cum after cum. Soon she was howling out her joy. Tommy had never heard her vocal before in sex, and was worried that the couple running the lodge would hear. Then he said to hell with them. If this offended them, they could go howl at the mountains themselves.

For over an hour they fucked and made love. Susan had desperately missed making love, until now she had not known how much. Tommy had begun to take charge of the festivities, and in the end was shifting his wife to new positions, and using techniques she didn’t know he knew. Later she had to admit most of them Randy didn’t seem to know.

When they each reached a soul searing orgasm, they collapsed together, side by side and holding hands. After they both came back to earth, Susan told him she had been missing his more every day. There was something about the clear, clean mountain air and the good wholesome food that had just seemed to work on her libido. She had begun to imagine making love to him and began thinking of things she had heard of that they hadn’t done. One of them was fellatio. She found herself feeling guilty for not giving more of herself to him, and that combination was what led to her practically raping her once she got him alone.

Tommy assured her she would never be able to rape him. At that they both laughed, then got up to get ready to visit the lodge for dinner.

After dinner they went back to their cabin. With Tommy’s long abstinence it wasn’t an hour before his long member was thrusting again at the ceiling. Susan opened her arms to him, and as he moved to her he found her legs opening widely to accept him between. Then they made long, slow, luscious and gentle love. There was no hurry, and all of it was glorious. To Susan she remembered what making love was really like. Her body seemed to harrumph, and forget about longing for the rut Randy had been able to provide. Tommy was proud, as his wife seemed to be in one continuous orgasm just minutes after he started making love to her.

This was so much better. Susan found the past two weeks hard to compare to what Tommy was giving her. In the next hour they were constantly pleasuring one another. To Tommy’s amazement, he could not count the times he was able to bring his Susan to completion. Susan was just as amazed, and ecstatic! Tommy proudly was able to climax twice in that time. That night he was able to perform as often as the thought came to him.

It seemed to come quite often.

Tommy easily accepted his long absence as explanation of her sudden hunger for him, and as an excuse to introduce him to some of the things Randy had taught her. Tommy was surprised, and confessed to her he had hinted she do several of them earlier in their marriage. When Susan had been reluctant he had abandoned it. Susan was more important than sex to him.

The following week found the couple coupling almost anywhere and anytime the thought came to either of them. They seemed to be very active thinkers. The only restriction, for both of them, seemed to be that they be alone. It was particularly sweet at the waterfall Susan had discovered for herself the day Tommy had flown out. They went there Monday, and again Wednesday and Thursday.

When it was time to leave, they confessed to one another that it had been the most glorious time of their lives. Tommy wanted to come back in the future, but Susan insisted they not. She told him it was a magical time, and if they returned it would only lessen it in their memories.

As she had been expecting, now that her body was trained Tommy easily brought her to mind blowing orgasms such as she had never imagined before. What delighted Susan and Tommy both, with Susan’s newfound abilities she was able to get Tommy’s sex drive out of neutral and fully into overdrive.

Of course Tommy never knew it was Susan’s sudden expertise that brought them there, Susan made sure he never suspected that.

The last thing she discovered was Tommy’s new attitude. With the increased sex, and the hormones flowing threw him he became a demanding lover. She found herself being commanded by her gentle and considerate husband to rise to levels of pleasure she had never expected or been able to achieve before; certainly not with Randy The Creep. She never hesitated to obey him.

Thinking back on it several years later, she knew she had the best of all worlds.