The wind whispered softly through the tall pine trees. The placid lake seemed bottomless the water was so clear and pure. The air was cleansed from a brief rain earlier that afternoon, but Karen didn't give a damn.
She was bored.
Even worse, she was horny. She'd been imprisoned at Folter Lake for less than forty-eight hours and she was ready to climb the walls. If there had been any walls in the forest to climb.
The girl roamed aimlessly around the shore hoping to catch sight of some other early comer to the lake. She'd found no one in almost two solid days of searching. She had masturbated twice more but it was a poor replacement for a good fucking.
Miriam Finney had seemed so pleased with the change that Karen didn't want to say anything. Her mother was okay, if a little old-fashioned in her morals. Luckily, her father wouldn't be up for another week, maybe ten days if his business deal didn't pan out for him.
But that didn't change the fact that Karen was isolated. The cabin didn't even have a telephone. All that was up here was the joy of nature. Which Karen would gladly have given up for a good fucking.
She sighed as she walked along the bank of Folter Lake. Fish jumped out of the water and snared tiny flying insects to fall back amid much splashing and churning of water. The girl tossed a few rocks at the fish, but they didn't seem to mind. They'd just swim off.
Karen finally decided that it would be a good idea to go for a little swim. Since she didn't have a bathing suit, she'd have to do it mother-naked, but so what? There wasn't anyone to see. And if there was, maybe it would attract them. Karen was almost desperate for someone to talk with.
The icy water bit at the girl's slender calf as she carefully tested the temperature. Karen sucked in a deep breath, then plunged into the frigid water. It surrounded her like a cloak. The cold robbed her of her breath, threatened to give her frostbite.
In a few minutes of paddling around in the water, Karen didn't notice the cold any longer. The water sensuously flowed between her slowly kicking legs, gushed across her tender cuntlips. The pinkness of her twat soon became a light blue. But the very coldness began to stimulate her.
In its own kinky way, this was exciting her. The water seemed to be icy fingers feeling her, titillating her. The stray currents of water that flowed across her boobs turned her on more than she'd have ever thought possible. As if it had a mind of its own, Karen's hand strayed to the wet area between her slender thighs.
Her fingers parted the folds of her cuntlips and plunged far up her twat again. Together with the lake's water gushing over her naked, gleaming body, the girl felt better than she had in a couple days. Certainly a lot better than she would have thought possible.
But this was a poor substitute for a cock. Karen knew it, but only sighed. She'd have to make do with what she had.
Until she could find something better.
The girl idly paddled around in the frigid water, letting the water play over her body. Goosebumps started forming on her creamy skin. She decided it was about time to get out of the freezing-cold lake and dry off in the warm sun.
As Karen gently swam to the bank, she heard a low conversation in progress. The words were muffled, indistinct. She couldn't even catch the drift of what was being said. All she could really tell for certain was that two men were talking.
Two men!
It was as if her prayers had been answered. Unless they were ninety-year-old monks, she was sure the sight of her beautiful, wet and divinely naked body would do things to their hormones. When the old juices got to flowing in their bodies, she could wrap them around her little finger. She could make them dance to her tune just like she had all those kids back at school.
Men were men, after all.
Karen began swimming toward the small cove where she figured the voices were coming from. She was almost on the two men before she saw them. They'd gone out of their way to make certain that no one out on the lake could spot them. Even the tiny fire they'd made was banked in such a way that the flames couldn't be seen until you were on top of the pit.
The girl heard the two more plainly now. "… and I still think we should spend a few more days waiting. What the hell we got to lose, anyway? We play it close to the chest and we got it beat, Fred."
The one called Fred was burly. A rough-looking man, powerfully built. He had sandy-colored hair and piercing blue eyes. The sight of those almost mad eyes gave Karen an extra chill that had nothing to do with her nakedness or the cold water.
Fred replied, "I dunno, Ross, just a feeling, you know? I think we can beat it since they seem to be going in the wrong direction."
"And how the hell are we really supposed to know they're looking in the wrong place? Just because some dipshit newsman gives out with the info on the radio? How do you know he wasn't told to say that? To make us overconfident and make a run for it?"
Karen wondered what they were talking about. It sounded like they were looking for something. Maybe someone was looking for them. The thought seemed to take hold in her head. It excited her. These guys might be running from the law or something romantic like that!
She carefully stroked into the cove. The pair were busy arguing and didn't even notice her until she called out, "Hey! You have a towel I can borrow?"
The two rose, spun, and stayed in a half-crouch. Fred held a pistol in his hand and Ross held a wicked-looking bowie knife. Karen wondered what they were so jumpy about. These woods hadn't had a grizzly in them for twenty years. Maybe longer.
"Goddamn, Ross! Lookit that!"
The other man didn't have to be told to look. His eyes were drinking in the lovely sight in the water. He didn't miss Karen's raven hair or the bone-china face smiling up at him. And it would have been impossible for him to not see the swell of the girl's tits as they bobbed on the surface of the lake. The icy water had made the ruddy nipples at the tips of each boob fiery red, aroused and ready to be popped into an eager mouth!
The tits seemed to float on the water, buoyed by their own mass. Ross looked down further into the water under those lovely, mouth-watering tits so prominently and lasciviously displayed. He could barely make out the deep depression of the girl's navel, through the distortion of the water. But there wasn't any mistaking the black thatch of cunt hair between her legs.
Ross watched Karen's trim legs languorously kick back and forth. It seemed that her cunt cried out to him each time the legs moved. Those marble-like thighs and slender calves made the man's cock harder than granite in his pants. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a woman and his cock reminded him of that.
"I guess we got a towel around somewhere, don't we, Fred?" Ross wasn't going to pass up the chance to grab a piece of ass. Not when the ass was as tight and round and tempting as Karen's!
Fred moved like he was in a daze. He never took his eyes off Karen although the pistol disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He felt his trousers tenting up, too. It'd been three years since he'd had a good lay – three years since he'd fucked any broad at all.
He tossed over the scroungy towel. Karen smiled. This was going to be too easy. Both of the men obviously had hard-ons already. She'd be able to get them to do anything she wanted. They'd be putty in her hands just like all the others.
She made a point of standing up in the shallows before she took the towel. She gave both men a long look at her glistening white body before she started to towel down. The sunlight seemed to spotlight her. And, in a way, she was an actress on a stage giving a performance. Karen got off on the entire scene.
She rubbed the water droplets out of her long hair, making sure that the towel didn't hide her cunt more than it should. She wanted these two fishermen strung out to the highest possible sexual tension before she plucked their strings.
"What you doing out here all alone, kid?" asked Fred, his eyes never leaving the acres of exposed skin in front of him.
"Just out for a swim. I'm up here for the summer with my mother. I sort of got confused where I was and when I heard you two talking, I decided to stop and ask some directions." Karen flashed both of them a dazzling smile meant to melt the coldest of hearts. She knew she didn't have to bother. The sight of their bulging trousers was enough to convince her that she had these two hooked.
"For a piece of jailbait, you're pretty obvious, aren't you?" Ross said. For some reason, the two of them laughed uproariously.
"I know what I like. And I like what I see. How about you guys? Do you like the scenery?"
Karen draped the towel around her neck and allowed the ends to dangle down over her big tits. The towel did nothing to hide her cunt or the swell of her hips or the smooth roundness of her ass. And the girl wasn't about to try hiding them, anyway.
"You alone? Except for your mother?" asked Fred, a forced casualness in his voice.
Karen thought he was just hot for her. She never thought there might be more to it than that. "Yeah. My old man's not going to be up for another week or so. And I sure as hell can't find anyone else up here at the lake yet. Must be too early in the season or something."
"Little girl," asked Ross, "didn't your ma ever tell you not to talk to strange men?"
Karen struck a pose, one lithe leg slightly extended before her. "I really had a bit more than just talking in mind. If that's all you want to do, I'll be on my way. Thanks for the use of your towel." The girl tossed it back only to find a steel-hard grip around her wrist. She hadn't even seen Fred move. The man was as quick as a panther.
"Why don't you just come on up to our camp and keep us company? For a while, at any rate. You look like you're a mite cold, eh, baby doll?"
The way Fred leered at her didn't make Karen feel very comfortable. Somehow, this wasn't going exactly the way she'd intended it to go. It was as if… as if… these two were the ones calling the plays rather than her.
Karen didn't like the change in the script.
"I think I'll just be off. Thanks for your towel." Fred's grip tightened a bit more. "No need to hurry off, is there, baby doll? Just come on up and join us." He heaved and Karen almost flew through the air and landed on a crumpled-up sleeping bag. "Yeah," said Ross, "definitely jailbait. How old are you, kiddo?"
Karen pouted a little. Then she defiantly said, "Eighteen!"
"And I'm a bowl of goldfish!" snapped Ross. "Try it again and with the truth this time." Karen's voice came out meekly: "Sixteen."
Fred said, "She's probably lyin' in her teeth, but what's the difference? No broad comes on that strong not wanting to get fucked royally."
They both stared at the supine girl, their eyes devouring her. Karen felt a little better. This was more like it. She could handle things now. None of that question-and-answer jazz. She just wanted to get down to the basics.
And the empty feeling inside her belly had returned. The sight of the men's cocks straining against their jeans made Karen weak inside. She felt the old, familiar itching inside her cunt. The need to be full of cock; cock fucking hard and fast up her twat.
"Wanna match for it, Ross?"
"Okay." The red-haired man fumbled in his pocket, having trouble getting the coin out of the tight jeans. He was not helped any by the massive bulge of his hardening cock pressing against his zipper, either.
A quarter finally emerged and he flipped it with practiced ease. "Call it," he said.
"Tails!" laughed Fred, with obvious glee. "Tails," said Ross, sadly. "Both ways. Guess I'll have to be satisfied with sloppy seconds."
Fred began unzipping his pants. His cock leaped out like a stallion at a starting gate. His prick danced and bucked and was ready for action. In spite of herself, Karen watched the purplish knob dance around while Fred shucked off the rest of his clothing. She was hypnotized by the knobby cock-head.
"Like what you see, huh? You're gonna like it even more, baby doll, before I'm through with you!"
Fred dropped, his weight crushing Karen against the sleeping bag and pinning her to the ground. His arms snaked around her until she could barely move. All she could think of was that Fred hadn't bathed in the last couple weeks. The smell of stale sweat was strong in her nostrils.
Karen struggled to get free of the dead weight pressing down on her.
"Whatsa matter, baby doll? Don't you like having a man make love to you?"
"Get off me, you big oaf! Let me breathe!" Ross chuckled.
Fred glared at him but let Karen wiggle around a bit under him.
"That better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Karen reached down and took Fred's massive cock in her hand and began to massage it. The man groaned and began to move his hips back and forth.
For a second, Karen thought he was going to spew out his jism onto her belly right then and there. Not even Willie had that little control. But Fred gulped and seemed to settle down.
"Damn, but that feels good! You don't know how long it's been, baby doll, having a woman feeling me like that!"
Karen was too preoccupied to listen. Her cool fingers worked back along Fred's thick cock until she got to the base. There, she ran her fingers through the thick mat of pubic hair. Tiring quickly of that, Karen reached under the thick firehose of a prick and began to knead and massage the sac containing Fred's balls.
At first, the hairy sac twitched and bounced as the jism trapped inside started to churn. Then the entire sac started to harden. Soon, Karen clutched a ball in her palm. She rubbed against it, knowing what it must be doing to Fred.
The man groaned and sighed, then grunted when Karen stroked down hard the entire length of his prick. She was starting to feel the sticky flow of cunt juice on her inner leg. The whole scene was making her hot.
And when she got hot, she needed cock and lots of it!
Karen felt Fred's dick throb under her fingers. The big blue vein along the top seemed to pulse and reach out to move against her fingers. She could feel the animal heat from his prong; she began to want that hot cock inside her cunt instead of merely in her hand.
Fred pushed his hairy thigh firmly between Karen's legs. She felt the roughness drag across her sensitive cuntlips, and her pussy soaked the entire top side of his leg. When Fred began to move his leg back and forth along her slash, Karen thought she was going to climax then and there.
"Ummmm! That's sooo goooood, Fred, soooo gooood!" she moaned.
Fred grunted, then his mouth clamped down on hers in a forceful kiss. His tongue smashed against Karen's lips, forced its way into her mouth.
Once there, Karen tasted the sweetness of the man's saliva, felt the roughness of his hard tongue rubbing against her own slender tongue. The action excited her. Not many of the guys she went with liked Frenching. Usually, she was the one who had to force it on them.
Fred's tongue spiraled around and around Karen's agile tongue. The sensation was indescribable for the girl. When he started tracing each and every tooth in her head with his tongue, the girl tried to force his tongue back into his own mouth with her own oral organ. She succeeded, then started playing with his tongue just like he had with hers a few seconds before.
Karen was more at home when she could take the initiative sexually. She had to be the aggressive one or she got bored fast.
Fred wasn't about to let her do what she wanted. He reached down a hard, callused hand and brutally grabbed one of her tits. The man squeezed so hard, Karen broke off the deep kiss she'd started and groaned.
"Oh! Damn you! You're hurting me! Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting me!"
"Now isn't that a shame?" sneered Fred. The pressure on the girl's tit increased.
Karen moaned and writhed helplessly under the man's powerful, painful grip. Fred took her nipple between thumb and forefinger. With the little aroused mushroom safely trapped, he clamped his two fingers together as hard as he could.
"OUCH! Damn you! That hurts!"
"Sorry, baby doll. Didn't mean to hurt!" Fred repeated his trick with Karen's other tit. "Now you got a matched set!" The man laughed at his joke as he stared at the fierce redness that had come into Karen's nipples.
In spite of the mistreatment, the girl still needed her cunt filled. And the pain actually stimulated her. She couldn't exactly understand what was happening but she felt more alive than she ever had before. It was as if new nerves were being born in her body. Born and aching to be fucked.
Without even realizing what she was doing, Karen opened her legs in silent invitation to Fred. His cock was still shivering in her sweaty hand. She pulled him downward until the tip of his pecker rested lightly against her cuntlips. The girl's cunt was gushing out its flood of juice. The man's cock was soon well lubricated for its trip up the little hole of her cunt.
Fred grunted, then reached under Karen. His hands fondled her perky ass. The flesh seemed to be dancing under his touch. He loved the silky feel.
And Karen loved it, too. The feel of his rough hands scraping her tender asscheeks turned her on more than she had imagined possible. The rough treatment was turning her muscles to water. She felt weak and wanted to get on with the main course in this gourmet meal of sex.
She wanted to be fucked.
"Hurry, Fred, oh, hurrrry! Ohhh!"
Karen gasped as she felt the man's hips swivel forward. With a fierce thrust, he had shoved his entire cock up her cunt. Karen felt the man's prong inside her, twitching and jerking. She rotated her hips to increase the sensations raging in her belly.
The small twists of her pelvis were enough to give brand-new electrical tingles to her belly. The pulsing cock filled her, stretched her cunt walls in new and wonderful directions. The hardness of the man's cock was just the medicine she needed to satisfy her carnal urges.
Karen began moaning and making small incoherent noises of pleasure.
Fred grunted again as he pulled his cock out of the tight berth he'd rammed into. He'd been in some floppy, loose cunts. He thought he'd been in some virgin-tight ones. But he'd never fucked into one this hot and tight before. He was going to really enjoy this!
He shoved forward again. This time Karen tensed her stomach muscles. She could feel her cuntwalls collapsing around the prick buried inside her body. The outline of the twitching dick stimulated her all over again. She knew that Fred must think he'd just stroked into a velvet-lined vise. The powerful muscles she was using to hold his cock inside her cunt had been well trained.
"Damn but she's a hot one!" Fred managed to cry. Then he began moving his hips in tiny circles. Faster and faster he rotated his hairy ass until it was as if he were stirring some boiling pot with a long rod.
Karen was almost driven out of her mind with joy. Every nerve ending in her cunt screamed out: PLEASURE!
She clawed at the man's broad back. Fingernails cut bloody tracks on Fred's back, but neither noticed. They were too engrossed in the sheer carnal sexuality of their fucking.
Fred began to fuck Karen faster and faster. Soon, his body was a blur of motion. He was like a berserk locomotive, racing toward orgasm. His cock was a steel-hard piston, ramming home time and time again.
Karen felt each thrust into her cunt. She was jolted and shaken. Her teeth rattled, then a strange palsy seemed to seize her body. Orgasm had sneaked up on her without her even knowing it. While Fred continued wildly fucking the wanton girl's cunt, Karen rocked and rolled through her climax.
As she was beginning to come down from her sexual high, she felt Fred stiffen. Inside her, she could sense stream after fiery stream of hot jism blasting into her. Fred was having his own huge orgasm as he spewed forth his load of cum.
Sweaty and exhausted, the two lay in each other's arms for a moment. Then Fred told her, "Baby doll, you're a damn good fuck. Damn good. The best I had in years!" He laughed at his statement, Ross joining him.
Karen didn't see the humor in what he said, but she didn't care. As rough and crude as Fred's fucking was, she'd gotten off on it in a big way. She was surprised, too. She'd lost control of what he was doing soon after he'd dropped his bear-like weight on top of her. The girl hadn't been able to dominate him at all. He was the one who had been the dominant one from beginning to end.
In an odd way, Karen was more pleased than when she'd been able to pull the strings on all the boys she'd fucked.
"You're not such a bad fuck yourself, Fred. But what's this bit about me being the best in years? Anyone as… masterful… as you are could have all the chicks he wanted."
"You talk too damn much," Fred snarled as he rolled free of Karen. He put on his jeans and didn't bother looking down at her naked body. All he said was, "Okay, Ross, your turn."
Ross grumbled, "Hell, all the time sloppy seconds. But what the hell? It has been a long time."