Thundering into the campsite on his motorcycle, Mickey Blackum killed the engine and rocked the vehicle onto its stand. He sat still in the saddle and stared around the circle of quiet faces. The three men sat, hunkered down on their heels, holding paper plates full of savory stew, from which they had been eating. Peeper Martin looked back at him, a half-insolent smile curling his lips. It was a knowing smile… and he would bide his time until the knowledge would work for him. Bill Wunder, the Wunder Boy smiled, broadly, his smooth, shiny face showing pinkly in the failing light. His hair was long, so blonde it was almost white, and he looked out through pale, blue eyes. He was boyish… almost feminine in appearance. It was a deceptive look. He was hard… tough… and virile.
Pluckily, Buck Sloan spoke up, "We didn't know when you'd show Mickey… so we started eating… already!"
Terry was seated at the concrete camp table. She was already moving toward the stew pot on the fire to serve up a plate of stew for Mickey. They all knew that he was in a cold fury. Almost anything said or done, now, was liable to end in violence.
Getting off of his motorcycle, Mickey stalked toward the fire, only grunting an acknowledgement of Buck's explanation. Silently, he accepted the plate of food from Terry and sat down, opposite her, his back to the others. He began to wolf down the stew.
After a few bites he said, "Peeper… how come you split off from the bunch… and came back to the village?"
Martin hadn't expected it. He was chewing a piece of meat, and his answer was low in coming. He shifted, uneasily, trying to swallow.
"God damn it… Peeper, I asked you a question?" Blackum grated, steel in his voice.
The other man gulped and sputtered, "I just wanted to see what was keeping you… Thought maybe you got busted or something!"
"That's a lie! I saw you there! You were spying on me!" Mickey roared, whirling, quickly, and hurling the full plate of stew at Peeper Martin. It hit him square in the chest, spattering messily over his leather jacket.
"Christ!" Martin yelled, as he lost his balance and fell backward. He clawed at his boot top for the razor-sharp can-opener he carried there.
Mickey reached him before he could rise, a well-aimed kick of his steel-shod boot sending the weapon spinning out of Peeper's hand. His own switchblade was out, the long blade snicking out, dangerously. He menaced the fallen man, who was now holding his wrist and moaning in pain.
"Now… start laying it on me… you bastardly son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled.
"I-I wanted to find out… why you… w-wanted to stay in the village?"
"… And did you…?"
"Y-Yes… but I-I didn't mean… any… any harm…!"
"You spill your guts to anybody?" Mickey spat out.
"No! No! I swear…!"
"Make sure you don't…! Because if you do… I'll hang you to a tree by your balls! Understand?"
"Yes…!"
"… And do you know who leads this group…?"
"You…"
"Don't forget it… Peeper! Just don't forget it… even for a minute!" he threatened, then relaxed, as he went on, "I ought to carve you up a little… but I'm not going to… yet! Your punishment's going to be clean-up… washing pots… doing laundry… and all that crap… understand?"
"That's Mama's work… God damn it!"
"… And, that's what you do!"
Martin was cowed. "Okay… Okay… you win!"
The black-bearded leader stepped back and folded his switchblade knife. There was an audible relaxation of tension among the others, who had watched, fearfully, not knowing how far Mickey would go… how violent he might become.
Terry had no idea of what had caused the trouble between the two men. She knew better than to ask. If Mickey wanted her to know… he would tell her; otherwise, there was nothing for her to do except keep her mouth shut. She moved toward the fire to ladle up another plate of stew for Mickey.
As the now undisputed leader regained his seat, leaving Peeper Martin groveling on the ground, in the mess of the stew Mickey had flung at him, he barked out, "Terry… let Peeper do that!"
Seething in his humiliation, Martin did the demeaning, servile task, spooning up a paper plate full of the food and placing it on the table before Mickey Blackum.
Then, as he ate, he told them, "We've got a little project! There's that trailer up the way… being pulled by a Mercury station wagon. We're going to watch them… and the first chance we get… we're all going to get that black-haired bitch… and…"
"Gang bang her?!" Peeper finished.
"Yeah… I might even let you in on it… if I don't slice off your cock and feed it to you… first!"
"Mickey! That's rape… maybe even kidnapping! You don't want to get busted for something like that!" It was Terry who burst in, emotionally.
"Who asked you?" Mickey grated, reaching across the table to slap her soundly. "You just stay out of this and keep your mouth shut. If you want to you can do what you want with the guy… after he's tied up… or maybe you'd like to make it with the broad?"
Terry's hand went to her face. It smarted from his slap. She didn't like his plan… but if she were to ride with Mickey… keep on being his mama… there was nothing she could do to stop him from carrying out his evil intentions.
"I'm sorry, Mickey…" she murmured.
"… And… just a reminder, Terry… that's the last time you try to interfere… understand?"
"Yes… Mickey…" God! That poor woman… whoever she is… They'll be like animals! At least… when all four of them make it with me… they don't mark me up… but a gang-bang like that… almost anything could happen…!
Feeling refreshed after her long, relaxing shower, Lois Brewster returned to the camper to discover the note from Stan telling her he had gone down to the village. It didn't disturb her, particularly, but she did wonder, idly, what it was that had made him decide to go.
She went about her preparations for their evening out, together, putting on clean, dainty underthings, fixing her blonde hair, brushing it and fixing it, lightly, with a hair spray, then she applied make-up sparingly and tastefully to enhance her own natural beauty, only. She would wear that new mini sheath she had bought a month ago, she decided. It's lucky I packed it and brought it along… just in case we might go out for an evening of fun. But, it was the fun… afterward, she was thinking about… hoping she'd be able to coax her husband, Stan, out of his shell…
Deftly, she slipped into her dress and looked at herself, critically, in the long, narrow mirror.
Yes! Everything was perfect. She was ready far in advance but perhaps, they could go out a little early for a couple of cocktails before dinner… live it up a little… relax. Stan does get to feeling… amorous when he gets just enough to drink! If I can get just enough in him… without his getting drunk…
The heavy knock at the door of the camper startled her. She had heard the crunch of a car's tires, but had ignored it, thinking perhaps it was one of the Park Rangers on an inspection tour… Or, maybe somebody gave Stan a lift from the village.
Opening the door a crack, she looked out to see Harry Williams standing there big and blocky. She knew, instantly, that he was angry. He scowled up at her, grimly.
"May I come in, Mrs. Brewster?" he asked, politely, enough. "I've got to talk to you!"
"Stan isn't here…" she said, somewhat reluctant to let him in… alone.
"I know that!" he spat. "That's what I'm here to talk to you about!"
"He's just down in the village… he should be back, pretty soon…" Lois offered.
"No! He's not in the village! I just saw him… up by the falls! Now, can I come in… because you and I've got to talk… about what he's doing… and it's got to be private. I don't think you'd want anybody else to hear… what I'm going to tell you!"
Something in his words, the look on his face and the mysterious manner of his speaking alarmed her, and against her better judgment. Lois opened the door to allow Harry Williams' huge figure to lumber into the small confines of the camper.
"Wh-What's Stan doing… that's so… so mysterious… or out of the ordinary…?" she asked, adding, "Stan doesn't ever do anything wrong… or against the law…"
The big, barrel-chested man closed the door behind him, with a bang. Turning on her, he spat, "What makes me so damned mad… is that they're both pulling the wool over our eyes… or they thought they were… until I caught them… dead to rights!"
Lois' eyes widened in further mystification. "What on earth are you talking about… and who are they…?"
"Your husband… and my wife that's who!" Harry gritted. "They're up in the canyon… above here… tearing off a piece of ass… like a couple of farm kids… out behind the barn!"
She gasped, not wanting to believe. "You m-mean… Stan… and Vivian… are… are…?" Unable to finish, she collapsed onto the bench of the breakfast nook, her face in her hands. "I-I can't believe it!"
"I saw them… with my own eyes!" he held up the binocular case. "They were down in that stream… fucking like a couple of rutting animals!"
"N-No! No! Stan w-wouldn't…?! It's not possible!"
"Well… I guess you don't know your husband… just like I don't know my wife… but it's a fact… and I want you to see for yourself!"
"I-I… couldn't watch… him!" she moaned, knowing that her heart would break… if she actually had to watch her husband make love to another woman.
"That's beside the point!" Harry Williams was grim. "… But something's got to be done about them! They can't go around… behind our backs… fucking each other… without somebody paying the piper!"
"Oh, G-God!" Her mind visualized separation… divorce… lawyers asking probing questions, the judge sitting implacably… finally giving his decision… property divided… and she was glad of only one thing, as her mind raced, whiningly: W-We… don't have a-any children… yet… Thank God…!
"So… come with me God damn it! You're going to see for yourself exactly what I saw and we can't waste any time getting there because they might be finished… the way they were going at it!" Harry growled.
Lois, in her dazed state of mind, allowed Harry Williams to put her in his car. She knew it was something she didn't really want to do. Nothing could be gained… but there was that inkling of doubt… that necessity to see for herself… not that she disbelieved Harry – the man seemed to be so sincere, concerned… agitated at his wife's behavior – but if she did see it… it would dispel her indecision. She would be in a better position to make a judgment… like the legendary Missourian who had to be shown… first.
Rapidly, Harry Williams drove up the road to the spot where he had found his car parked earlier. He pulled the car off the road, helped Lois out, then holding her hand, he struck off through the brush, to the left of the road, above the stream bed. Lois shrank back, complaining, "The underbrush'll ruin my clothes!"
"Hell… that's not important… compared to what else is being ruined… by them!" He pulled her roughly along, behind him. "It's only a little ways… anyway!"
True to his word, after they had gone less than fifty yards through the underbrush, they came to the tree-line on the bank, above the stream. Harry used his binoculars to scan the area. Stan and Lois were below on the sand a little further downstream than he had thought they would be. It was a perfect scene!
"Here!" he grunted, handing Lois the high-powered glasses. "Just step up on this log… and take a look… right down there… to the left!" He pointed out the spot.
Her trembling hands accepted the binoculars, and she trained them on the prone figures, below. She couldn't control her involuntary gasp. It was Stan… and Vivian Williams lay on her back, legs splayed, obscenely, as she cradled Lois' husband between them, his hips rising and falling, rhythmically, driving his hardened penis deep into her vaginal passage.
Lewdly, smiling to himself, Harry watched as the expressions on her face changed from disbelief to acceptance of the fact… followed by helpless anger… and despair.
"Believe it, now?" he chortled. "Those glasses put you right down there… to where you can actually see that big cock of your husband's going right up Vivian's fucking cunt… don't they?"
Lois was annoyed by his language, but she held her tongue from comment, answering, shakily, "Y-Yes… I can see… everything… real clear!"
"Take a good, long look… Lois! You'll want to remember exactly what you're seeing…!"
"I-I've seen… enough!" she mumbled, handing the glasses back to Harry Williams. She stepped down off the log and sat down on it numbly. I'll remember it! I'll remember this… for the rest of my life…! But, I can't believe it… or understand it! Why would Stan… want to make love… No! Why would he want to… fuck… another woman… like that? Fuck's the right word… because… he's doing it like an animal… out here in the wilderness… just the way Harry described it.
The thing she couldn't really understand was why Stan had been avoiding making love to her… but was doing it with such obvious relish with Vivian Williams. Why? Oh, why? Tears glistened in her deep, china-blue eyes. There was an aching, empty hollowness in her… where her loving heart used to be. It wasn't true, she decided, that people's hearts were broken they were just crushed and strangled, inside until there was nothing left… but a great, empty void of nothingness.
Suddenly, she leaped to her feet and ran, blindly, through the underbrush, the way they had come. The branches caught at her clothing, ripping her dress, snagging her stockings, as well as tearing, cruelly, at her flesh, lashing her legs and arms, searing her body with deep scratches.
"What the hell!" Harry plunged after her and caught her within ten yards. He held her struggling body close in his arms. "Take it easy… damn it! You'll hurt yourself!"
His big hands stroked her body, caressingly, and he crooned to her, "It's not worth it… to go tearing through the brush that way. It won't solve anything! We'll go have a drink together… and do some thinking about what we want to do… next!"
She sobbed against his shoulder, inconsolably, for a few moments, as he continued to knead and massage the lush contours of her beautifully put together body, barely able to control his lust for her. Damn! I'd like to lay her down and screw her… right here… but this isn't the right place… or the right time, yet!
Finally, the first storm of her emotional upheaval was past. She dried her eyes against his shirt and said, "Please… take m-me… back, now…!"
Still dazed… and definitely not thinking straight, yet, Lois followed the big man back to his car and got into it. He drove straight back to his trailer, leading her, unresistingly, inside and fixing a strong, double bourbon and water for her. She gulped a quarter of it down, quickly. It calmed her. All of her emotion had been expended, for the moment, leaving a smoldering anger.
"Damn him!" she breathed, finally, choosing the only word that expressed her feelings exactly. "… And damn her… for leading him into it!" She was remembering: This morning… Vivian was paying an awful lot of attention… t-to Stan rubbing up against him… posing for him and doing all the things a woman would do to hook a man…! And… he finally fell for it! She slugged down another big gulp of the whiskey.
"I don't know… about you!" Harry said. "… But I feel they've played a miserable trick on us… and it'd serve them right… if we gave them tit for tat!"
"What do you mean by that?" Lois was wary. She had been feeling ill at ease… ever since Harry had held her close. She had felt the warmth of his loins against hers and the throbbing of a growing bulge in his pants. My God! He was getting an… erection…! And, the way his hands were roaming around… means h-he wants… m-me… wants to… d-do the same thing! She knew the answer… already!
Harry lounged, easily, took a healthy swallow of his drink and smiled, lewdly, at her, "Well… my wife… and your husband are out there fucking hell out of each other… and I'd like to pay them off… an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth… and a fuck for a fuck! That'd make us even!"
"That's a… cr-crazy idea!" she flared, full of indignation at his suggestion. "I'd never do that!"
"No… but Stan's doing it! What's fair for the gander… is fair for the goose… isn't it?"
It was preposterous… but suddenly, Lois knew that watching Stan and Harry Williams' wife, Vivian, there in the stream bed had worked on her, insidiously. The glowing warmth in her loins warned her of mounting sexual arousal. She was more sure of it, when she realized that there was a copious amount of exuded moisture… down there… between the petals of her vaginal opening. Somehow, her concentrated thinking about trying to lure her husband to bed… then seeing him, through the binoculars fucking Harry's wife, which caused her so much pain and anger, subtly, almost insidiously, to produce a sexual need in her… a need that was increasing with every passing moment. Desperately, she tried to deny it. No! I won't! I won't give in… to myself… or him! It's wrong… even if Stan is cheating on me!
Firmly, she set her glass down, rose and said, "But that's not for me! I'm still married to S-Stan… and as long as I am… I'll never do that!"
Harry Williams was on his feet, instantly; he was furious, his green eyes blazed, as he ground out, "You stupid, little bitch! I'm offering you a way of getting even… but whether you like it or not… I'm going to take out mine with you! No son-of-a-bitch can take what's mine… and not have to pay for it! Remember… that's my wife… lying out there, under your husband… while he fucks her silly!"
Lois was genuinely frightened. Her face drained of color, and she turned to stumble toward the door of the trailer, a strangled, "No-No! Oh, God, no!" coming from deep in her being.
Suddenly, swiftly, Harry took her into his brawny arms, capturing her mouth with his own, his lips engulfing hers, completely and his moist, hot tongue snaked out to lash between her lips and teeth to kiss her deeply.
She resisted, attempting to turn her head aside and setting her jaw, but he brought his hand up to her face, his strong fingers pressing, cruelly, into her jaw muscles to force her mouth open. His tongue thrust in, hungrily, to probe and taste.
Disgust and revulsion rose in her, now, at the vile, intimately personal contact, and she struggled to escape from his encircling arms. It was futile. He was too big… too strong. He held her close, his hot hands moving, restlessly over the smooth female curves of her body, kneading and massaging the full-mounded protuberances of her buttocks, his great strength forcing her loins tight up against his, where the throbbing bulge of his erect penis pressed hard into her soft flesh. There could be no doubt about what he wanted…!
Pulling her face away from his voracious lips, finally, with tremendous effort and struggling to escape from his imprisoning arms with all her lithe strength, she grated, harshly, "Let me g-go! I-I'll never go to… b-bed… with you… damn you!"
"So! You're going to be a little tigress eh? Well… that's just the way I like them wild… and hot!"
"Y-You're trying… t-to force m-me and that's rape!" Lois accused.
"You can call it that… if you want to… but you're going to get fucked… and you'll love every minute of it!" the big man chortled, lewdly. "As a matter of fact… you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
"I'll scream! I'll call for h-help!" she threatened.
"If you let out one little peep… I'll clobber you!" Harry countered, showing her his huge fist.
She groaned in her futility, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She was trapped… and there was nothing she could do to escape this huge man, who was bent on a sadistic revenge. She slumped, weakly, against him, conscious that her own body was entrapping her, also, to keep her here. His penis pulsed against the softness of her belly, warmly… and unwanted, salacious sensations began to spark in her. It was all so confusing. She wanted to maintain her moral standards on the one hand… but the lubricious demands of her body were trying to gain the upper hand. It would be so easy to cave in… let her resolve go hang… and let happen what may… Maybe it'd serve Stan right… to let him know that I'd evened the score by… by letting Vivian's husband… f-fuck m-me! Her mind wandered to the sex scene she had heard and witnessed, accidentally, and she knew it could happen… Her thoughts had been so confused… but she distinctly recalled how she had wished, fervently, at that moment… that she could have been that girl on the sleeping bag… taking that bearded man's cock deep into her pulsing cunt… It could happen… even to her! Should she let it happen… or should she struggle against it? Oh, God! I-I don't think I could d-do it… and be able to live with myself… afterward!
When she relaxed her body against him, Harry Williams thought she had given up… that she was going to go along with his idea of getting even… and he misinterpreted her moan of anguish as one of intense feeling.
"You won't be sorry…" he crooned into her ear, walking her backward toward the big, double bunk at the rear of the trailer, kissing her, now, on her neck, his tongue laving the smooth, young skin, moistly, then moving up to poke into her ear, the tip of it running around the edges, tantalizingly. She couldn't help the little erotic shiver that shuddered through her body.
Pushing her down onto the built-in bed, he leered down at her and hissed, "You're a luscious, little thing… cute as a bug's ear… and twice as sexy!" He stretched his bulky body out on the bunk beside her, his hand roaming down across her flat belly, on down the outside of her lovely, tapering thigh, to the hem of her dress, then back up the smooth, warm flesh of the inside of her trembling thighs to the acute angle between them, pulling the dress up, at the same time, to expose the satiny white expanse of her flesh above her stockings.
Lustfully, he gazed down at her loins, as his hand kneaded her pubic mound through her sheer panties. He grinned his satisfaction and wormed a finger under the leg-band to insert it, smoothly, into the top of her quivering cuntal slit, then searched for and found the tiny bud of her clitoris, hidden in its protected valley. With gentle fingers, he rubbed at it and felt it surge to alert erection under his teasing manipulation. He knew the effect it would have on her. It was the seat of her sensuality he taunted.
Lois felt the erotic thrill of his touch, but she cringed, inwardly, as she continued her unproductive debate with herself. Of one thing she was sure: She didn't want him to go any further, God! Why have I let him get this far? This is insane…!
"Oh, please… Harry! Don't do-do that! I can't let you go through with it!" she moaned, as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart. His hand was tugging at the thin, nylon crotch of her panties… the only protection there was for her defensively cringing vaginal opening.
"It's too late… baby doll!" Harry laughed.
Twisting his hand into the wisp of nylon, he gave a hard yank and tore the crotchband asunder, the material ripping, loudly leaving her young, tender cunt naked and defenseless. Her body trembled with the outrage.
"No! Oh, God! No!" she cried aloud, clenching her thighs tightly together, and a hand went down, instinctively, to cover her exposed shame.
"Take your hand away… and open those thighs!" he ordered. "… Or do you want me to get tough with you…?"
"Y-You wouldn't dare… hit me!" she challenged.
Wild fury was in Harry's eyes. He shook his fist in front of her face. "Don't try me!" he threatened.
Disgust for herself, fear of Harry… and that need she tried to deny worked to defeat her. Slowly, she relaxed the quivering muscles of her thighs, allowing the alabaster-white, tapering columns to splay out, slightly, revealing the coral-pink furrow glistening moistly there, a sparse ring of golden, blonde hair accenting the loveliness of the spectacle displayed to his lewdly staring eyes, and he could see the soft pink of her inner petals, bedewed with viscous moisture, peeping out, almost shyly. Above, her clitoris pulsated, wildly, in its only half-hidden valley.
… Then, it began for her!
She didn't want it… and she was helpless to stop it! Erotically, she felt his finger tracing the thin, pink slit of her pulsing, naked cunt, and she shivered with abhorrence, trying to squirm away from it. Then, he insinuated his finger into her cuntal passage, and there was a moment of salaciously prurient agitation… of warm need… and a strange, masochistic desire… of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there… keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.
Lois moaned in an agony of emotional conflict… of wanting… and not wanting. Her nerve endings were alive with the singing shimmer of sensual sensation, the electric shock of it spreading down her thighs and up her tingling spine. Her loins were responding, surgingly, to him. She didn't want it to happen this way… the way he had promised. God! Why doesn't he just crawl on top of me… shove it in and do it…?
Screwing her hips down into the soft mattress, she tired to squirm away from his tantalizing finger, her moan changing to a mewling whimper of helplessness, as he thrust in and out of her several times, then he parted the softly curling blonde hair to make another, sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erectile clitoris. She could feel the viscid moisture seeping from her, as unwanted and forbidden sexual excitement claimed her. With a groan, she clenched her teeth, fighting against the salacious pleasure he was causing her. It was a last ditch battle. She knew she couldn't let it go on. I'm being stupid… playing right into his hands… doing what he wants me to do!
Forcefully, Lois pushed against his chest, writhing and kicking to escape him. It was her last chance to get out of that trailer… without compromising herself!
"Stop it! Leave me alone damn you!" she spat. "You're just using me f-for your own purpose!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Harry Williams off guard, but he wasn't surprised enough to release her. He caught her wrists in his steel-fingered grip and pinned her to the mattress with his bulky body.
"You little bitch!" he grunted, forcing a beefy thigh between her legs to wedge them open, while his finger went right on plundering the moist readiness of her clasping vaginal opening. "You're just as hot for it as I am! Your cunt's all wet… ready to be fucked… but you won't admit it! So… why don't you relax… and start to enjoy it?"
She stared up into the lewd smile on his face, no ready answer coming to her. Oh, God… he's right!
… Then, slowly, Lois stopped struggling, and she relaxed down into the softness of the mattress, the insane horror of her situation drumming into her frantic brain. She had been trapped… and part of the snare had been her own body.
Tears of humiliation began to glisten in her eyes. She was revulsed at her own role, but now there was nothing she could do, as she found that the teasingly cruel play of his fingers in her cunt elicited uncontrollable responses in her. Against her will, she felt her hips begin to move in tiny, undulant circles under her.
Rolling her head from side to side, the maddening sensations in her building ever higher, she realized that she was no longer trying to escape him. Her hips were beginning to raise her loins up to his plundering hand, wanting more of the frenzied, nerve shocking sensations that vibrated through her tender, sensate pussy.
"Oh! OOoohh! OOOooohhh… God!" she whimpered, involuntarily.
Harry released her wrists and bringing a hand up, stopped her flailing head, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her tight. He kissed her, solidly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, while below he continued to rub, massagingly, at her naked, defenseless cunt. After a few moments, he mumbled into her mouth, "It's time to get those damned clothes off!"
Dully, she knew she would get undressed; it was almost a foregone conclusion. He had already ripped her panties away. There wasn't really much left…
Lois felt him raise her up, heard the zipper of her dress whisper down her back… and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what she was doing.
Helping him with the proper movements, at the right time, shrugging her shoulders, raising and lowering her hips, she was soon wearing only her bra and the remnants of her panties, then as he unfastened her bra, she felt the cool air rush over her swelling breasts. Her hard, distended nipples came up pointing spear-like into the palms of his hands as he reached for the full-mounded smoothness of them. His work-hardened hands encompassed the warm, vibrant flesh to knead and massage caressingly. Then, he was teasing the sensate nipples, rolling them between his fingers to generate ever more sensation in her.
Finally, she felt his moistly hot mouth, as he took one of the erect, sensitive buds, including the whole aureole, between his lips, his tongue licking and lips sucking hard on the coned out nipple. It was maddening… and huge blinding streaks of heat lightning grounded in her loins. Now, she was moaning almost unceasingly.
Likewise, he paid the other breast similar homage, his long, agile tongue trailing, wetly, down through the narrow defile between the magnificent orbs of her breasts, and she found herself tensing her stomach muscles, as he slithered down over her body, tongue daring moistly into the dimple of her navel, while his hands still continued their constant caressing of her aching breasts.
Now, she could feel his hands leave her breasts to move down along her ribs and the outside of her thighs, catching the waistband of her ruined panties and removing the wisp of ragged cloth, then they massaged up the insides of her satiny-smooth thighs, spreading them wide to expose her naked pussy to him, completely. The sound of his raspy breathing was loud inside the trailer, as once again, his fingers plundered her tight, moistly pulsing cuntal passage… but this time he had plunged not one… but two of his fingers deeply into her heated vaginal portal… Then, suddenly, he was gone. She kept her eyes closed. She guessed what was happening and knew she was right when she heard the sigh of a zipper, the rustling whisper of cloth and the thump of his shoes on the floor. She kept her eyes closed… because she didn't want to look.
"You can't keep your eyes closed all the time… Lois… so you might as well open them up and take a good look!" he grunted.
It was true! She'd have to look at him… sooner or later. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyelids. She saw it… and gasped.
He was naked, kneeling between her widespread legs, his big face distorted in a lewd grin, as he watched her reaction. Involuntarily, her eyes swept over the hairy bulkiness of his big, solid body, her gaze coming to rest and locking onto the thick length of his fully erect penis, lancing out from his muscular loins, below, obscenely. His hands went around the hardened shaft to stroke its massive length, the foreskin slipping easily over the bulbous, blood-inflated cock's head with each stroke. She could see it throbbing and jerking in his hand like some untamed wild animal searching its cage for an escape route.
"How do you like it…?" he chuckled. "Pretty nice… isn't it?"
Lois could only stare in miserable humiliation. She felt degraded at the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body… waiting to be taken, sexually, by this man who was not her husband. She was filled with shame… but she was helpless, now; even as she stared, those tinglings of unwanted desire flooded through her being, surgingly, bringing her feelings of wanton depravity. Then, as she watched Harry stroking himself… she realized the enormity of it. It's bigger than Stan's! God! How can I ever… t-take all of that… up inside of m-me…?
Seeing her horrified stare at his out-sized cock, he jeeringly told her, "When I get this cock of mine in your tight, little cunt… you'll know you've been fucked… but good! You'll be climbing the walls… wanting more of it!"
She hardly noticed his filthy language anymore. Her mind was too involved with the hopelessness of her position. He was going to fuck her… ravish her helpless body, and she couldn't stop it; indeed the worst part of it was that she didn't want to stop it!
Leaning forward, suddenly, Harry dropped the full weight of his bear-like body on top of her, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment, the long, hard thickness of his cock pulsating against the soft flesh of her abdomen, while his avid hands, once more, squeezed and dug into the smoothly mounded fullness of her breasts, savagely, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him. His mouth sought hers, voraciously, and his tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and throat, as animal sounds of pure lust came from deep in his throat.
She lay under him, petrified, accepting his painful caresses and brutal kiss… but she was afraid; the moment was close at hand… when he would be shoving that monster cock into her.
After a few moments, he realized her inaction… her lack of further response to him. I'll fix her… damn it! He knelt up, between her legs, grasped her legs just under the knees and spread her thighs wide, then moving forward, as far as possible, he settled back on his haunches, his cock's head just grazing the cameo-pink flesh of her cuntal furrow.
He dipped a finger into the viscid moisture bedewing her vaginal opening and spread it on the pulsing head of his cock, then deliberately, he guided it into the sensate slit, the bulbous head pressuring through it to slide, easily, and almost feather-light directly on the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. He moved slowly, delicately, knowing that it would generate intense sensations… so erotically powerful she wouldn't be able to resist.
Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively, her loins rising to meet his tantalizing cock's head, as he sawed it back and forth, lightly, up and down the short length of her throbbingly sensitive clitoris. Firmly, he held her thighs open while he teased at her pulsing, vibrant slit.
Lois began to moan under him, and her head began to flail from side to side, again. Her face was distorted with building passion.
… Then, when she was sure that he must be ready to plunge his monster cock into her, he left of the tormenting agitation… but it was only for a moment. Now, still haunched down between her legs, he was using his hands on her pussy. She felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling lips of her cunt and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, secret passage to his salacious gaze. Damn! She's really nice and tight!
Holding her tremulant cunt-lips spread apart, he shoved his hips up until the head of his cock, blood-engorged and shiny red, made electric contact with the tender, coraline flesh of her vaginal passage. He didn't try to enter her. He just moved slowly back and forth, the very tip, only, going into her, teasingly, steadily.
"Oh! OOoohh! God!" she moaned, uncontrollably, as her hips ground up at him, in an attempt, now, to capture his tormenting cock. He's teasing m-me! Oh, God! I've got to… have it… inside m-me… now! She could no longer deny the reality of her need.
Harry watched her lovely, contorted face, as he continued to tantalize her wild, searingly hot cuntal opening with the head of his cock, satisfied that she was losing the battle with him… with herself.
Quickly, then, he shifted his position, coming down over her, his hips wedged in the angle of her thighs, his loins poised over her with his cock still working in the moistness of her flowered open cunt. He held himself aloft on brawny arms, still allowing only the head of his cock to stimulate her. Now, he began sawing up and down the length of her palpitating furrow, starting at the top, his bulbous cock's head pressuring down through it, to rub her clitoris, tormentingly, on down to the portal of her cunt where only a mere half-inch of the head tantalized the opening. He felt her countering hip-thrusts up against him, but he never allowed her to capture him, as he moved up high, again, to repeat the process almost endlessly.
God! It was such torment. He just hung there, above her, teasing her and Harry waited, patiently, for her to break.
It had gone on so long! She wanted him… needed him, now… and he was playing games with her… a cat and mouse game of his own making. Suddenly, she cried out, from the depths of her soul. Her decision had been made for her… her traitorous body demanded it. She wanted to be fucked… now!
"Harry! Make love t-to m-me! P-Put it in… and… and do it!" Lois wailed.
He grinned with lewd satisfaction. This's it! Damn it! She's really ready to be fucked now…! Hot as a two-dollar pistol!
"You can do better than that, baby!" he told her.
Lois Brewster looked up at him, imploringly. She didn't understand him… didn't know what he wanted. "B-Better…?"
"Yeah… you want it… you ask for it… with the right words!" he grunted, not letting up for an instant, as he used his cock-head to stimulate her beyond reason.
"N-No! I c-can't say those awful things!" she countered.
"You do know the words, though?"
God! Yes… I do know them! I've heard them so often! And I've even thought them… but…
"Y-Yes…" But… I can't I just can't say them out loud!
"Then, start asking me to fuck you!" he demanded.
"No!"
"Okay! I'll stop… right now… and you can finger-fuck yourself!" he threatened.
"Oh… p-please…?"
With an effort of will, on his part, Harry stopped and hung, motionless over her. He was bluffing her. Just as he bunched his muscles to drive his giant cock into her, anyway, she changed her mind. Her hands went up and around him to his meaty buttocks and hauled him back down to her.
"F-Fuck me… Harry! Oh, p-please… fuck me!" she moaned, her pelvis straining up to him, yearningly.
"Now… you're on the right track!" he chuckled, barely able to hide his elation. "Go on! What with… God damn it?"
"Your c-cock…!" she mouthed. "Fuck m-me… with your big, stiff… c-cock!"
"Where?"
"In… m-my cunt…!"
"How?"
"Hard… and deep!" Lois couldn't believe that it was she who spat out the vile obscenities. He made no attempt to do as she begged, and she added, "What m-more… do I have to say… or do… to get your cock in me… f-fucking me…?"
"Just take my cock in your hot, little hand and put it in that cute cunt… for me!" he ordered.
God! He just keeps dragging me down farther and farther! Making me beg for it and now… ordering me to put it in m-myself! She flared out at him, "No! I-I won't do it! Haven't you done enough t-to me… already!"
… Yet, against her will, her tiny hand went down to between them, reaching for the Herculean shaft of his cock… but stopping short of actually taking it in her hand. It was too much! She couldn't bring herself to do it. He had humiliated her and degraded her… almost to the limit of her tolerance.
"Do it you little bitch!" he grated, an animal snarl in his voice. "Put my cock in… now… or you'll be left high and dry!"
Reaching the final inch, she grasped but couldn't encircle his massive thick, lust-inflated cock. She felt its true size for the first time, but driven by her great need, she directed the bulbous head into the ready moistness of her cuntal opening. She was shocked. Her brain reeled with the realization of what she was doing… but there was no turning back…
He shoved… hard, and his great cock's head was forced into the tight elastic orifice, stretching it, cruelly. It felt so huge… almost as though it would tear her asunder. She was stretching, painfully, with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted. It was more than she could stand.
"Oh, God! It's too big! You'll tear me in two!" she screamed. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as she pleaded for mercy.
Harry grimaced, as he shoved into her, harder… and she saw, in his eyes, that there would be no mercy. Inch by painful inch his big cock bored into her cuntal sheath, until suddenly, he rammed with all of his strength, sending his granite-hard shaft plundering far up into her tightly resisting passage with the force of a rutting bull.
Again, she screamed, "AAAaaaauuuuoooohhh!" as his more than adequate, lust-inflamed prick raced full length up into the tender, coral softness of her vaginal vault, shoving up ripples of warm, resilient flesh before it, until she felt his heavy, sperm-laden testicles, swinging below, smack heavily against the smooth, alabaster cheeks of her helpless upturned buttocks.
His heavy bulk lay still on top of her. He was breathing hard, the air rasping through his throat; then, he grunted and expanded his cock deep inside her cuntal passage. It flexed, muscularly, pushing out against the tightness of her soft vaginal walls, as he shoved it into her cunt another fraction of an inch.
Lois groaned aloud. He repeated the expanding action several more times, eliciting further moans of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Soon, she was surprised to discover that her cruelly stretched passage began to adjust to the great length and breadth of the pulsing cock deep in her moist love channel. Then, as he began to grind, slowly, into her, insinuating his prick even more tightly into her naked loins, stretching the resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure, she began to move under him, uncontrollably in counterpoint to his revolving pelvis. Oh, I-I didn't think it would all go into me! I've got all of his big cock… inside my cunt!
… Then Harry rocked above her, goring into her with short, smooth thrustings of his cock, her body reacting of its own will, as she began to give herself over, completely, to the lewd desire of her loins… the wanton feeling of surrender bringing even more excitement to her sensate love flesh. Summer heat lightning played there in her belly, arcing and jumping from nerve to nerve in the close, moist tightness of her vagina where Harry's giant cock had begun to thrust deeper and faster into her love-starved pussy.
Overwhelmingly, Lois felt her whole body responding to his increased speed and the length of his cock's strokes into her searingly vibrant cunt. She writhed and undulated beneath him, as his lust-distorted mouth found hers, again. This time, it was she who thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and throat to be sucked… and she was moaning, unceasingly, as she began to grind her passion-fired loins up to him, in tempo with his plundering cock, wanting more and more of it. Her lovely face was contorted with desire, her china blue eyes glazed and unseeing, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in jerky, raspings through her throat.
It was magnificent. Lois had never known such rapture existed… and now, as she fucked back against him, sliding her lubricious cunt up and down the thick length of his cock, she found the sensations more intense… almost unbearable. She had never known that a man's cock could possibly give so much pleasure; likewise, she hadn't known that she would, willingly, want to give sexual joy in return. That's what she wanted now! She wanted to give herself, completely, to Harry Williams… let him do with her what he wanted. Oh, I want it to go on and on… and on… just like this… with Harry's cock… in my cunt… fucking me… to the end of my days! "Keep fucking me… Harry! Fuck me… hard!" she moaned.
Now! God damn it! She's ready! He reached down, between them to the orbs of her gyrating buttocks, his hand searching for the defenseless, puckered orifice of her anus. Dipping a finger into the viscous droplets that ran in tiny rivulets from the well-filled cuntal passage above, he searched out the rubbery rear entrance, his finger circling it, before he placed the tip of it against the crinkled flesh. He felt the shock of her quickly indrawn breath in her body.
"Now, you'll climb the walls, baby!" he promised. "I'm going to shove my finger right up your ass hole!"
God! This was it! His obscene suggestion was a further excitant to her already inflamed passion. She wanted it… insanely… wantonly… Yes…! almost recklessly! She wanted it to hurt… until she screamed.
"Yes! Oh, yesssssss! Do it! Shove your finger all the way up my behind! Make me scream!" she strangled, delirious with rapture… and not knowing why she wanted it.
He shoved his finger into her hard! It surged into her backside… all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed with the pleasure-pain of it, as his finger rotated around inside the elastic sponginess of her warm, soft… and until this moment, unused rectum. Never before had she felt the bittersweet combination of almost unbearable pain… and unbelievable, sweet rapture… at one and the same time. Then, as her backside began to adjust to the unnatural presence, the pain subsided… and there was only the ecstasy of the double ravishment left to her. Now, she moved her hips back against it, attempting to skewer herself further on his torturing middle finger, while at the same time she strained to take all of his titanic cock deep into her tirelessly slaving cuntal passage.
Now, he pistoned into her with increased speed and depth, feeling the bulge of his finger in the separating tissues, which generated even more lust in him, while beneath him, she writhed, wildly, in uncontrolled passion, grinding up and down the shaft of his cock with mounting fury, her lovely, curvaceous legs jerking, toes curling and rounded buttocks screwing her back passage up against his lewdly plundering finger in abject subjugation to his double ravishment of her loins.
Then, as he knew it wouldn't be long before she convulsed in orgasm under him, he began to pound his cock into her resilient cunt-flesh, furiously, showing no mercy at all for her. Finally, after long moments, he yanked his finger from her rectum, eliciting a hissing pop there; then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, against her chest, mashing the swelling mounds flat to her chest, where he could see the flush of her passion, the lightly tinged flesh glistening with the sweat of her rapture. Now, her whole genital plane was exposed, nakedly, defenseless to his merciless, goring attack.
Her lovely face was contorted with the sweet agony of her passion. She felt it coming. It would be soon… very soon, and she began to chant up into Harry's face.
"Oh! OOoohh! God! OOOooohh! Fuck me… hard! Harder!"
Harry slaved away over Stan's wife, thrusting and plunging into her with feral energy, his pile-driving strokes becoming ever more and more forceful as he drove his big cock deeper, harder and faster into the hot, wildly clasping depths of her cuntal sheath. Damn! The only other woman I've known… who could take all of my cock… like this… is Vivian…!
… And then, it was there for Lois Brewster! She was in orgasm! Her head tossed, wildly, her body convulsing in wave after surging wave of muscular relaxation that ended her long agonizing wait. She spiraled to the very pinnacle, where she looked out on a beautiful skyscape of brilliant, multi-colored stars… and she was one with them, soaring free in a feeling of profound peace and well-being; then as the moment passed, she was back on the bunk in the Williams' trailer. She was under Harry, still, his cock pounding into her like a run-away jackhammer.
The sound of her own voice was loud and unreal. She was still screaming. "Gooodddddd! I'm… I'm cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuugghhgggghgggghhhhhhh!"
Harry, pounding into her, felt the great, convulsive tremors coursing in shock waves through her body, and he knew that she was in climax, even as his own ejaculation began, deep in his belly, the burning demand searing him and inspiring him to a final, body-consuming effort.
Suddenly, explosively, his hot, thickly white sperm spewed from the slitted orifice of his cock's head to splash far up into the moist softness of her wildly clasping cunt.
"OOooh, Lois, baby! This's it! God damn… what a gorgeous cunt!" he gasped, groaningly, and fell, weakly, on top of her, all of his bulky weight resting on her torso, still cradled between her white, tapering thighs, wide-flung with obscene carelessness. He breathed heavily and harshly, the air rasping in his lungs from his great effort. His penis buried deep in her gently clasping vagina was still jerking and throbbing, as the last of his load of semen was ejaculated into her still tingling cuntal sheath.
After long minutes, as they lay exhausted, and Harry's prick was returning to its detumescent state, still lodged in her sex canal, Lois stirred under him and said, "Well… Harry… you got… what you wanted from me… so you can let me up… now…"
"Wh-What…?" he asked, drowsily.
"Get off of me! We're all finished!" she told him. "… And… I-I've got to get back to the camper… and get myself straightened up… before Stan gets back!"
Harry rolled to his side, his flaccid cock pulling from her cunt with a slight pop, a long thin strand of his semen hanging, stubbornly, to the head of it.
"Hell!" he murmured, relaxing down into the soft mattress. "The real fun begins when Vivian and your husband get back here…! And you're sticking around… until they do!"
Lois flushed. "Oh, God… I-I couldn't face them… now!"
"It's all evened up!" he grunted. "They have to come in here… and face us… but with Vivian… there won't be any problem… It's Stan who'll kick up a fuss, maybe…"
"Oh, God… I-I wouldn't know what to say… to him!" She was worried… probably unnecessarily.