Chuck pulled his finger out of Susan, and she pushed her skirt down. She was panting. Her legs didn't want to support her at first as the young men guided her from the bar and to a flat-bed truck which was parked outside.
Chuck walked around to climb behind the wheel, and Fred opened the right-hand door.
"In you go, baby," he said, and Susan started to climb up. He grabbed her ass and pushed her the rest of the way, then slid in beside her.
Chuck was at her other side. She felt like a piece of meat in a sandwich.
Chuck started the truck, and they went jiggling down the street. The truck turned at the first corner, heading out of town.
"Where are you going, man?" Fred asked the driver.
"Old Man Simmons' back forty," Chuck replied. "We can get there along that road next to Haley's place. Shit, nobody will see us out there. We can park for two hours."
"Look, I don't know if I…" Susan began tremulously.
"Give her some finger," Chuck told his friend.
Susan felt very cheap. But this didn't distress her enough to make her stop Fred when he got under her skirt and glided his hand up to where Chuck's had been. He stroked the slippery wet shield of her panties.
"Jesus, I wouldn't have believed this!" he said.
Chuck gave a nervous laugh and drove faster.
Susan held her breath. Fred was pulling her panties aside. He was tickling her pussy, stroking her slit and the hairs that grew along it. Suddenly his finger gave a corkscrew twist, deftly penetrating her. He plunged in and out, stretching the elastic of her panties on the back of his hand.
"Oooh, nooooh!" she said raggedly.
"Shit!" Fred exclaimed.
"Ever felt a cunt any hotter than that?" Chuck asked.
"I didn't think there were babes walkin' around this ready to get pronged."
Chuck laughed. "We caught us a live one, old buddy!"
"I'll tell you one damned thing for sure – I'm gonna make the most of it."
"Oooh, please!" Susan begged, shivering with passion. "Must you talk about me… as if I were some… cheap piece of…"
"Ass?" Fred finished for her. "Well, you're a piece of ass all right, baby. And as for bein' cheap, free is about as cheap as it can get."
"Shut up, man!" Chuck said. "You're makin' her feel bad." He began stroking Susan's thigh, sliding her skirt up to her lap.
Both men gazed at her stocking tops and garters and bare thighs. They looked at her out-of-shape white panties with Fred's hand at work inside them. Chuck stroked the inner slope of her left thigh, from her stocking top to the narrow lace scallop on her pants. Looking down at the obscene sight, Susan could hardly believe it was she who was being pawed and penetrated in such an impersonal manner. But her senses told her it was indeed she. She was thrilling giddily.
"Christ, I got a hard-on that won't quit!" Chuck said.
"What do you think I've got?" Fred shot back as he continued finger-fucking Susan.
"Open our pants, baby," Chuck told her. "Take our cocks out."
Feeling as she did, with Fred's finger inside her, Susan didn't have to be asked a second time. Using both hands, she fumbled the men's fly's open. Their pricks popped out to stand quivering. Fred's was circumcised, skinny, and steel-stiff, except for its bulging, cushy head. Chuck's was shorter and thicker, hard but not as bony feeling, and adorned by a foreskin which let only the pink tip of his glans peep out.
Without being asked, Susan began stroking her hands up and down on both peckers.
"Oooh, SHIT!" Fred exclaimed, and writhed. He still had his finger in Susan but wasn't moving it any longer.
"Jee-zusss!" breathed Chuck as the girl rolled his foreskin up and down across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead.
"Shit, man, we gotta stop before we get to the Simmons place," Fred said tautly, his thin lips contorting.
"Well, where?" Chuck demanded. "Not right here on the fuckin' road."
"That field." Fred pointed. "Pull over there behind them trees."
It was a likely spot. The trees were thick enough to hide the truck from the passing traffic, if there was a way to get behind them.
Chuck braked the vehicle quickly, guided it down the sloping shoulder of the road, and onto the bumpy field. Susan's ass was tossed against the bobbing truck-seat. There were boulders strewn about, but Chuck found a narrow passage between them. He guided the truck behind the thicket and cut the ignition.
"Jesus Christ, let's get her on that flat-bed!" he barked.
"Ooh God," Susan moaned, "we can't do this!" But she still clutched the men's cocks.
Fred's pecker pulled from her grasp as he slid out of the truck. His rod stood high, protruding through the open front of his pants. He pulled Susan across the seat of the truck, causing her skirt to ruck up past her hips, then grasped her under the bare thighs and around the back. Her skirt hung down from her waist, exposing her panties as the man carried her to the back of the truck and boosted her onto the bare wooden platform. There were little bits of rock and twigs up there that bit into her tender buttocks. She whined.
The-men scrambled up onto the flat bed from opposite sides.
"Let's strip her," Fred said.
Being treated like a piece of baggage rather than a person offended Susan. But it stimulated her, also.
Why did every affair she'd ever had with a man have to be tawdry? Was it her own fault?
Susan didn't consider those questions. When she was in the throes of a passion she regarded as indecent, she didn't want to think.
Chuck went to work on her blouse while Fred unfastened and pulled off her skirt. She writhed free of her outer clothing and was clad in just stockings, bra and pants.
"Would you look at that?" Chuck said as he ogled. "She could dance on a fuckin' stage. I've seen broads in the shows at Vegas that didn't have her shape."
Fred pulled down her panties.
Chuck unhooked her bra and jerked it away, making her titties dance.
"God damn!" he exclaimed, and chuckled lasciviously.
He grasped a firm, rounded tit. Fred grasped the other. Fred's other hand was busy between her legs. Her senses rioted.
"I've gotta have me a suck!" Chuck exclaimed, and drove his mouth down onto a nipple.
Fred tweaked and painfully pulled at her other titty-stem. The hurt fired Susan all the more.
"Who's gonna fuck me first?" the lust-crazed young teacher asked.
The men pushed their pants arid shorts down, their super-stiff pricks bobbing lewdly. Momentarily without tactile stimulation, Susan glanced anxiously from one rigid, bulb-headed cock to the other.
Do I dare? she thought. Oh, I MUSTN'T!
But she scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled to Chuck. She grasped his cock. She wondered whether one with a foreskin would taste different from Rusty's bare-headed job.
"Man, look at…" Chuck began.
Susan glided her soft, moist lips down around the head of his prick, encompassing the knob with her warm, heated mouth.
"…thaaaat!" Chuck finished in a raspy tremolo.
Fred stared in silence as Susan bobbed her brunette head on Chuck's prick, gliding her slippery, encircling lips up and down the hard shaft, across the horny ridge, and onto the cushiony glans. She remembered not to suck hard. She didn't have to, to gain the satisfaction she needed.
Chuck's flavor was much the same as Rusty's, but richer. His scent was stronger, too. His foreskin was probably responsible, Susan thought, sealing in the flavor and aroma until she had pushed it back.
She sucked and licked the man's cock appreciatively and swallowed. Her brain reeled.
Fred knelt behind her and pulled her knees apart. He pinched her rubbery buttocks and opened them. He lustfully eyed her tight anus and her shaggy but very neat cunt which oozed liquid desire. His upthrust dick quivered.
"Ooh… Christ… baby!" Chuck panted as Susan eagerly sucked his cock with steady strokes of her rhythmically compressing lips.
Fred moved up to her ass, his prick pointing ominously at the two target-holes she provided. He continued to pinch her buttocks wide apart.
Had she considered it, Susan would have felt humiliated by the way he was treating and looking at her. But she could think only about the big, luscious cock she was sucking.
God, how she liked that! And all these years she had thought it too nasty to try.
Fred's wavering hard-on snuggled into the crack of Susan's ass, and she gave a little jump when she felt its wet kiss on her anus. But this was purely a tactile reflex. She wasn't thinking about being screwed up her rear. She was concentrating on Chuck's big, tasty dick.
The man behind her let her buttocks snap shut around his cock. He grasped his bone-like protrusion and swabbed its cushy head up and down the girl's warm ass-crack, enjoying the caress of her satiny buttocks on both sides of his glans. That tickled Susan pleasantly, and she wiggled her ass while continuing to stroke her hot, wet mouth on Chuck's upthrust pole.
Fred pushed his cock down until its tip was caught in the velvety, hair-fringed opening of the girl's wet cunt. He continued to manipulate his stick by hand, circling it in the mouth of her pussy, stretching the elastic flesh.
Susan liked that, also, because it stimulated the sensitive nerve endings in her cuntal mouth. She slowly ground her ass, circling it in the opposite direction from the circling of Fred's cockhead in her pussy. That produced considerable pleasure to them both.
Gradually the slender, kneeling man let his whole prick glide into her. Susan continued her grinding motion, working now on the entire seven inches of his super-rigid rod. His balls brushed her clitty.
How nice it was, she thought, to be fucked and to suck at the same time!
When Fred began stroking in and out of her cunt she halted her up-and-down oral motion on Chuck's prick so that she could concentrate on pushing her crotch forward and back on the pole that was penetrating it. But she didn't neglect Chuck's pecker completely. She let the wet, rosy head escape her lips, and she licked it lovingly, alternating every once in a while with a slurp at its tasty tip, as if she were eating an ice cream cone.
All the while Fred was fucking her grinding, pumping twat. He had pinched her buttocks apart once more and was eyeing her adorable little asshole as he stroked in and out of the larger, more velvety aperture beneath. The dimple of her anus, with its tiny puckers radiating outward, interestingly changed shape as she wiggled her butt. Fred noted the very short, curly, black hairs that surrounded her anal passage.
His fucking had brought Susan to a condition of high arousal, helped by Chuck's flavorful cock which she continued to lick and kiss suckingly. One of her hands cupped and fondled the man's warm, velvety balls.
The longer Fred gazed at the girl's wiggly asshole, and the longer he stroked in her cunt, the more determined he became to transfer his penile action from one aperture to the other. His prick was wet and slippery enough by that time, he reasoned, to achieve entry into even an anus as virginally tight as hers. And she seemed excited enough to accept it. If not, he would force the issue anyway.
He pulled his prick from Susan's snatch, and she said, "Oooh! Put it back!" Her lips brushed Chuck's velvety cockhead as she spoke whiningly.
Fred's cock dripped with the thick, slippery cream it had acquired in Susan's pussy. He pressed his wet glans against her tight anus. Again she gave a little jump when she felt the startling and unexpected contact. But she wasn't really worried… yet.
Only when the man began to grind his slick cockhead against her anus, pushing forward, did she become alarmed. She raised her face from Chuck's hard-on and looked over her shoulder.
"What are you doooo-ing?" she asked Fred.
At that point the steely-eyed man grasped her hips hard. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he bared his teeth as he drove his hips forward. The slippery tip of his prick forced Susan's anal sphincter open. As more and more of his cum-coated cockhead entered her rear gate, her sphincter stretched wider and wider.
"Oooh, my GODDD!" she gasped, because the stretching of her anal muscle hurt.
Fred kept pushing his stiff prick into her by the wrong way, causing her previously unfucked asshole to stretch painfully. Susan moaned. Then suddenly the man's entire cockhead was inside her, and her sphincter snapped into the groove behind its ridge, lessening the painful expansion. But what a sense of fullness Susan had! It was like nothing she had ever experienced before!
She panted and continued staring fearfully over her shoulder as the determined man pushed his slippery prick deeper into her butt. She had more than half of it by that time, and the sense of internal fullness – of being literally stuffed was intense. It was uncomfortable, it still hurt a little, and yet… Susan didn't altogether dislike it.
Fred began to stroke his skinny prick in and out of her asshole, moving just an inch or so in each direction. This action lubricated her sphincter more thoroughly and couldn't help but relax it. Gradually he fed her his remaining three inches. To Susan's amazement, she felt his entire cock sticking up her rear, his balls brushing against her pussy, and he began to fuck her just as, if he were in her cunt – with long, steady, slippery strokes that gave her such an intense sense of full penetration that she could only gasp and writhe in appreciation.
Chuck, kneeling in front of her, grasped her by the ears and forced her to attend his cock once more, Susan resumed her sucking motions on his long, hard dick while Fred vigorously pumped his prick in her ass. Her super-tight anus contracted spastically around his stroking shaft. His cockhead expanded in her warm, squishy bowels. She writhed and gasped and moaned around the mouthful of meat which Chuck provided.
Though her cunt, and particularly her clitty, weren't receiving any direct stimulation, Susan nevertheless quickly reached the threshold of orgasm. She drove her mouth deeper down around Chuck's quivering dork, taking the organ into the hot, tight opening of her throat. Because she loved it so much, she didn't gag. At the same time, Fred was fucking her savagely in the ass – really driving his skinny, steel-stiff dick into her for all he was worth.
Susan began to cum. Her asshole spasmed hotly around Fred's stroking cock. She sucked wildly on the other prick which was sticking into her throat. She vibrated from head to hips.
Fred was the first of the two men to let go, sending hot spurts shooting deep in Susan's bowels. This heightened her orgasm, making her thrash between the two pricks which penetrated at both ends. Chuck's quivering cock discharged in her throat, sending its spurts straight down that spasming channel into her stomach. She couldn't handle such a thick, gushing torrent without gagging, and was forced to back up so that she could swallow. She continued to hold Chuck's cockhead in her mouth, and she champed on that rubbery bulb as it kept spitting, splashing his gooey semen over her tongue. She got the full taste of his product in that way and was able to enjoy its, musky scent. Continuing to climax ecstatically, Susan drank his semen down.
Fred pulled out of her ass with an audible pop, and it felt to her as if a Mack truck had just driven through there. Her sphincter closed slowly. She raised her mouth from Chuck's cock, licking her lips.
It had been a strange climax in a way, with no prick up her cunt. But it had been strong and fully satisfying.
In a physical sense.
However, Susan still hadn't achieved what she really wanted, what she felt was right for her, and the substitute passion had piled guilt upon guilt.
In her room, that evening, when she had a chance to think about it, she decided that substitutes would no longer suffice. She would have to take what she really wanted! Her experiences of the last few days with grown-up men had given her the courage and had relaxed her inhibitions sufficiently so that she could do it, she felt.
Tomorrow, she vowed, she would make young Tommy Lanson!
And not merely make him. She would take him to paradise!