"Isn't this great, Dad? Isn't it just super?" Shelly Marshal's smile looked bright as the sun beaming through the thin, incredibly clear high mountain air. Soft waves of gleaming raven hair framed her pretty young face. The vivid blackness of her tumbling hair contrasted sharply with her flawless, creamy-white skin and flashing pale-blue eyes.
Will Marshal, her father, said. "Oh, yeah…" He stopped and huffed for breath, sagging under the heavy weight of his new backpack. Will was thinking. Shit, I haven't had so much fun since the fucking IRS decided to audit my income tax!
The faint trail slanted up steeply ahead, winding toward distant granite peaks as sharp and forbidding as shark's teeth. Will Marshal had been an athlete in college, an All-Conference fullback just not quite good enough to make it in the pro game. Working at a desk drawing plans for office buildings and shopping centers for twenty years since had widened his ass and flabbed his gut more than he cared to admit.
"Come on, dear… you can make it!" His wife Roxanne came up the trail behind him and playfully pinched him on the ass. It protruded temptingly the way he slumped under his fifty-pound pack. Then Roxanne passed on by, giggling like a school girl, not a bit out of breath.
"Damn," Will muttered, still gasping in the thin air. "I don't know how you do it!" Her bulging pack weighed nearly the same as his, but she carried it as easily as she would her purse. And she looked more luscious and sexy now than when they were married almost twenty years ago.
Her coal-black hair had shimmering streaks of silver shot through it now, but that was about the only visible sign that Roxanne would turn forty on her next birthday. Her ripe, well-rounded ass had the same firm jiggle as it did when they met.
Roxanne's large tits had swelled and coned more softly since Shelly was born, but they still stood out proudly and with minimum support when most full-figured women her age bought bras built strong as a suspension bridge just to keep their nipples from hitting their knees.
Will Marshal took another gulp of air and trudged on up the trail, shifting his pack and grunting angrily when the binding shoulder straps cut deeper into his soft flesh. He cursed himself now for letting the pressures of his job serve as an excuse for getting out of shape.
Far ahead, perhaps a hundred yards off the thread-thin trail, Will noticed a brilliant flash of yellow-gold. That would be the sun streaking off of Babs Hunter's long blonde hair. That slinky little bitch was the biggest insult and aggravation of all.
Babs had been Shelly's best and closest friend since first grade. Shelly had begged him to let Babs come on their summer backpacking trip. In fact, Will thought now the two teenaged girls had conspired and hatched the whole plan. He could think of a hundred better ways to spend his vacation than lugging a heavy pack up a steep, rocky trail.
Will kept thinking. I could be playing golf, or fucking my beautiful wife on the balcony of a beachfront hotel suite. What do I need with this shit in sleeping bags and a little nylon tent so crowded those two damn girls can hear us breathe?
They had not been on the trail an hour when Will decided that Babs was half antelope and half mountain sheep. She went bounding ahead of the rest of them only to zip off the marked path and scale barehanded to the point of a needle of granite rock. She waved, snapped a picture and then scampered down in time to meet him plodding up the trail.
Three days now they'd been out, and she'd done the same sort of thing at least a dozen times. Babs beamed an infectious, ivory-toothed grin every time and said. "Gee, Mr. Marshal… don't you just love backpacking?"
If she did it again, Will had decided to reply.
"Babs… fuck you!" Because he had also decided that fucking the lithe, willowy blonde would be the only thing that could possibly make all of this grueling torture worthwhile.
That thought started the first night in their small tent. Roxanne was sleeping on one side of him, Babs on the other, pressed so close that he could feel both of their warm bodies stir.
Roxanne fell sound asleep almost at once, and Will was about ready to, but not Babs. That little bitch was lying bright-eyed with a finger buried in her cunt, teasing herself to an orgasm of sorts.
Will must have listened for half an hour, his eyes drooping. That was the one time that Babs could not quite reach the peak – the shivering, self induced climax she enjoyed seemed far less than it should have been. He wanted so much to zip her sleeping bag open and help shoot her over the top with a cock that by then was hard as an oak limb.
But a respected businessman of forty would never fuck a young teenaged girl who lived next door – his own daughter's best friend. Such an impulsive act might shatter his career and family life as well. He could imagine how Roxanne would rage at him before filing for divorce and damn near everything they owned. Tempting as it was, Will forced the thought from his mind.
Shelly turned back and shouted. "Come on, Dad… you're falling behind again!"
"FUCK YOU!" he roared without thinking.
Shelly's normal, cream-colored complexion turned milk-white with shock. Her jaw dropped, and her pale-blue eyes widened.
Roxanne wheeled around and said. "Will!" in a pinched voice.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I'm tired, that's all." He looked ready to collapse, and because of that, the incident was quickly forgotten.
Babs Hunter saw the meadow and the lake long before any of the others. She topped the ridge and stood breathless, not from fatigue, but from the sheer splendor of the panorama laid before her eyes.
Heading down, she increased her stride and seemed to move without effort. Babs was small and fine-boned, with subtle but perfect features that gave her the delicate look of a china figurine. But she was agile and deceptively strong. She carried Will's pack as though it contained nothing at all, and at the time she reached the meadow, she was almost running.
Her slender, smoothly tapered legs carded her through the long grass, as she bounded with almost the same grace as the deer. On the lakeshore, she stopped and slid free of her pack, breathing deep and gazing in wonder at the clearness and the sparkle of the water.
She wore a thin, short-sleeved blouse open well down from the top. Her deeply tanned tits showed at the point of the narrow V. Like the rest of her, her tits were small, but perfectly formed.
Babs took another deep breath and unbuttoned her blouse. Her firm, elegantly tapered tits had been tanned right up to the nipple. She loved to feel the warming rays of the sun all over her body, and so did all of her sunbathing in the nude.
Her boots came off next, heavy looking with thick, knobby soles. Then her socks, and finally, she pulled down her hiking shorts to show a gleaming spread of yellow-gold cunt hair that looked all the more brilliant because of her deep tan all around it.
Long waves of the same lustrous gold ran down her back like a cascading mountain stream. The silky tresses swayed on the firm, tight domes of her little ass, and they broke into a golden flurry when she bounded toward the lake.
Babs ran up the steep sloping face of a boulder and dove head first into the deep, vividly blue watery beyond. The dive was so perfect, her slender body hardly made a splash. Ripples spread outward from a trail of rising bubbles and lapped gently on the shore.
Silas Sharp stood watching, his mammoth body almost hidden in a jumble of craggy rocks. He used a long brass spyglass, a telescoping tube with lenses strong enough to almost bring the girl's golden pussy curls to his lips.
"Huuugh!" he groaned, compressing the tube and slipping it into the packet of his grimy buckskin jacket. She was still swimming underwater – now a distant shadow with fleeting glimmers of yellow-gold.
Silas made his way around the lake, moving silently in. He carried the flintlock rifle in his right hand. A powder horn hung from a thong over his left shoulder, and a fringed pouch full of patches and.50 caliber lead balls. He would have no need for them now. This was definitely game to be taken alive. But taken for sure!
He crept back of the boulder Babs had dived off just as the girl surfaced far out in the lake. She tossed her head to sweep a strand of hair from her eyes, and she thought she saw a darting shadow on the shore but when she looked again, it was gone.
She frolicked like a water nymph, splashing and giggling, breathing rapidly because of the chilling cold water. Then she turned and stroked toward the shore. She figured she would have time to stretch out naked on that boulder and let the sun fin her with warmth again. There would be plenty of time to do that and dress before the Marshals reached the lake.
She tossed her long hair again as she walked up on the gravel beach. And she stroked a hand briskly through her dense pad of cunt hair to brush the gleaming cold drops of water away.
Silas waited, crouched like a cougar. He held his breath but could not silence the thundering beat of his heart. This little bitch excited him more than the other one. Her small size and quick, graceful moves made his huge cock ache. He grinned wickedly, thinking that he and Wes would not have to take turns any more – just trade pretty young cunt back and forth once in awhile.
She circled the huge, hump-backed rock and almost crashed into him. The shock took her breath away. She had not seen another person on the trail in three days and assumed she was completely alone.
Silas spun her around so her back was to him. He clasped his hand over her mouth before she could gasp out even a feeble cry. His other arm reached around and across her chest. He clamped a hand on one of her firm, sharp little tits.
"Heeeeuummmph!" She tried to scream, barely able to make a sound.
Silas kept his hand on her squirming mouth and tightened his grip on her tit. Her tit felt cold and wet from her swim, but it began to warm when he worked her flesh with pulsing finger strokes.
By then, Babs was in the full grip of panic. She wrenched in his grasp and tried to claw at the hand covering her mouth. She tugged at the hand squeezing her tit, but that was like trying to pry open the jaws of a steel vise.
She could feel his hot, foul-smelling breath rush past her ear. That sent sharp tingles into her skull. She jerked again, threw her head forward, and then rammed it back, hoping to smash the bridge of his nose. That was a move her father had taught her, but it didn't work. The huge man just turned his head aside and licked her ear as it went by.
"Muummph!" she raged.
She had one arm almost free. She swung it forward and spiked the point of her elbow back with all her might. She slammed it into the pit of his stomach, but for all the good it did, she might as well have hit the side of a rock.
A slight gush of rank air came from his lips, but then he laughed and said. "Oooh, shit… you're a feisty one. You'll be fun to fuck!"
Babs turned almost numb with fear. Not only had her self-defense methods all failed, but the man had worked his thumb up and found the tip of her bulging nipple. He was turning it slowly.
"I'll have your little titties nice and hot in no time," he whispered. The sound and his stinking breath flowed all over her ear.
"Huuunngh!" Babs tried to bite his hand, but it was so big and his grasp so strong, she could barely get her mouth open.
Silas lifted and pushed her across the beach with her bare feet hardly touching the ground. She kicked back in a mindless frenzy, but her bare heels could not seem to hurt his powerful legs.
He laughed, grunting each time she struck a useless blow. "Hmnimm-hhhmmmm! If you lick like that when I ram your little pussy full, my poor cock will go crazy inside of you!"
His fucker was already hard enough for her to feel. With each bumping step he took, his prick thumped against her naked ass like a huge prod encased in grimy leather. His cock was slick from the water still dripping off her ass, and she felt the heat of it make her asshole clamp in terror.
He stopped by her pack and pile of clothing. "Gotta get rid of this shit in case somebody comes along before I get done with you." He laughed in anticipation. "And that'll take a few days. Then I'll let my brother Wes fuck you for awhile."
"Hhhaaagggh," she groaned. It was getting worse all the time. Somewhere there was another man – and probably another giant cock. She shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of them could do.
Silas wadded her blouse into a ball, slid his hand off her mouth and chuckled when he felt her furious writhing. She spread her lips wide, and her slender body swelled with a scream. But he stuffed the ball of cloth in her mouth and choked off the sound.
He pulled a dangling web strap off her pack, pulled it between her lips and cinched it tight in back of her head to keep the gag in place.
Not only did the jaw-straining wad of her blouse contain her screams, but it made it hard to breathe. Her chest heaved, and her heart raced, and she could not suck enough air in through her nose. She began to feel lightheaded, dizzy with fear.
Silas found a coil of stout nylon rope and began fashioning a knot. Babs hardly had strength to resist now, so he could use both hands. He formed a long pair of loops across his palm and then began to coil tighter circles of rope around them.
Babs did not recognize the knot. It wasn't one she'd ever used backpacking. But when he finished and jerked it tight, she knew immediately what it was. A hangman's noose!
He slipped the open loop over her head and jerked the loop tight around her neck. "That knot slips one way real easy, and the other way real hard. You go jerking around, and you'll just make it tighter… until you can't breathe at all. And if you try to rim, I'll be holding the other end and you'll just break your damn fool neck. You understand?"
Bab's nodded. She couldn't make a squad. Her eyes fluttered and pumped up tears that flooded down her cheeks. Site could see him dearly now – his barrel chest, and hunched shoulders, his craggy face mostly hidden behind a full beard. And the fringed buckskin clothes he wore! He looked like a grotesque character that crawled out of her history book.
Silas put a huge moccasined foot on the free end of the rope to restrain her. Grinning, he wrenched a rock the size of a basketball loose from the beach and attached it to her pack with the shoulder straps. He stuffed the loose things into the bag, then hurled the whole thing into the lake.
"Now, let's go," he said, picking up the dangling end of the rope.
Babs stood numb with horror. She could hardly believe how easily he'd tossed away her pack and that big rock-like a pebble and a piece of cloth. They splashed far out and sank out of sight, leaving only ripples and bubbles behind.
"House is that way," Silas said, pointing with his free hand.
She looked more puzzled than frightened now. House? What house? All she saw was a grassy knoll.
Wes Sharp lay inside on the bed. He was on his back with his stiff cock standing tall. Melissa crouched over him, fucking herself up and down on his long prick, grunting and straining to reach her fourth or fifth climax with him.
After almost wearing himself out by fucking with her underneath, Wes liked to lay back and let her do the work. "Ungh! Haaagh! Gruunnngh!" she cried, lifting and dropping her wet cunt on his cock as hard and fast as she could.
Her chain clanked with every blurring stroke. Her eyes were clenched shut, her lips drawn tight, her anxious breath hissing like steam.
"I-I can't quite make it," she said. "Help me! Help me, Wes – make me cum again!"
Wes grinned lazily, intrigued by the way beads of sweat were flying off her brow every time she rammed down on him. "You're doin' just fine," he told her.
"Bastard!" She gave a fierce grunt, lifted, and rammed down again. Thongs beneath the mattress squealed sharply, and she made almost the same sound.
"That's it. I knew you could do it." He liked doing nothing except watching the poor bitch fuck herself crazy on his cock.
"Cum!" she begged. "Oooooh, cum now! If you shoot your hot jism in, that'll do it… that'll make me cum!"
"Not sure there's any left after all the fuckin' we done. You better pump that little pussy of yours really hard," he drawled.
Wes could already feel another massive load of jism forming in his balls. It was starting to swell, steaming to get out, but he wasn't going to tell Melissa that. He liked it better watching her sweat. "You fucker. You fucker! I know your cum's in there. I'll make it cum. I'll make it cum, if I have to grind your cock off!"
Her face pulled tight in a knot of intense concentration. She focused every nerve and twitching muscle to make the rhythmic pulsing cunt motions that worked best with Wes.
"Aaaahhh," he groaned, despite a strong urge to torment her. Those rippling spasms were too much to ignore. Slithering bands of wet cunt muscle ran up and down his prick.
A warm mix of spent jism and slick fuck honey dripped from her cunt. It splashed on his hairy groin and ran down to warm his throbbing balls even more. "Hhhhmmmmm!"
"I've almost got it!" Melissa cried. "Almost! All-most!" Her wild bouncing had created enough pressure to shoot the first blast of cum deep into her pussy. "Aaaahhhhh!"
"Hunnnngh!" Wes roared in reply. He couldn't keep still, not when his cock began jetting cum. He arched his powerful body, jerking and stabbing in hard with each spurt.
That extra motion and the feel of slick cum spraying all over the inside of her cunt made Melissa wail with joy. Her mind soared, free from the domed prison at last. All that mattered was the big spurting prick and the hot cum shooting into her cunt like a soothing drug.
She kept twisting and screwing her cunt mouth down on his cock long after she'd wrung it dry. Finally she had to give up. She couldn't tease out another drop of jizz. Her feeling of freedom and elation began to fade. Slumping over him, she sobbed and gulped for breath.
"I think maybe now it's time to fuck your ass." Wes said. "Your cunt's had about all it can stand for awhile… getting all wet and sloppy, you know. But I'll bet your little shithole is still hot and tight."
"Huuuunnngh?" Melissa didn't like that, but neither did she like having her mind clear enough to focus on her dismal surroundings.
She rose obediently and stood beside the bed, waiting for Wes to get up so she could take her place face down on the fur blanket with her ass raised on a pillow to please him.
She thought for a moment with anguished clarity. Oh, God… I wish all this was happening to somebody else!
As if in answer to her silent prayer, Babs came stumbling down the earth ramp into the dimly lit room. Silas came right behind her, keeping a tight grip on the rope around her neck. Babs blinked, her eyes not yet adjusted to the gloom.
"Look what I caught swimmin' in the lake!"
"Well, Goddamn… looks better than any mess of trout I ever saw." Wes studied the shivering little blonde and curled his lips with delight. Then his look fell flat. "She here alone?" he asked.
"Anhhhh… I think so. I didn't see nobody else, and I tossed all her shit in the lake just in case. There ain't a trace we was even there."
"What about your gun?"
"Huh?"
"Your rifle, you dumb bastard. Where's your rifle?"
"Ooooh, shit! I left it leanin' against the rock where I grabbed her."
"Well, go get it, you dumb fuckhead!"
Silas scowled and turned to go back up the ramp. Then he whirled around and said. "Ooooooh, no! I go back there, you'll get to fuck her first!"
"I just fucked Melissa five or six times."
"That don't mean shit! Look, your Goddamn cock is getting hard again already!"
It was. Babs could see into the shadows now. His cock lunged upward at a sharp angle, throbbing with anxious desire. She let slip a long sigh of despair and closed her eyes. She knew what was going to happen in this stinking pit, now it was only a question of which one would fuck her first.
Silas pulled the strap loose, and Babs spit out the cloth, but she no longer had breath left to scream.