Jane Brighton stared across the starlit meadow towards the square of light shrouded partially by some trees. As she grew closer, she made out the form of a shack and two outbuildings that must have belonged to a backwoods farmer. She trembled at the sound of her own footsteps on the damp soil, but steeled herself as she approached the main building. The light shown from one oblong window and reflected on a muddy yard giving out from the front of the house. The building was obviously old and had been left uncared for many years: paint peeled from the clapboards and the back windows were boarded up or broken. The place had a sinister quality that made her uneasy, and Jane viewed the scene carefully before stepping up to the window. To the left of the house stood a stone structure that might have passed for a broken-down privy or a tool shack, and farther behind she could make out the form of a cistern standing like an obscure pedestal in the half-darkness.
As she moved across the yard she found a large barrel set against a tree; a slant of light cutting through the low-hanging branches exposed a pile of apples. She reached in and seized one, devouring it almost immediately. Then she grabbed another and munched into it, feeling her ravishing hunger partially satisfied.
She could feel the cooling darkness gather protectively around her body, and she lay back against a large tree trunk, relaxing for a moment. Dark trees, a pitch black canopy of leaves over her head; it reminded her somehow of the childhood horror stories of being lost she and her girlfriends had told each other at summer camp. Only this was real and she was here to confront the confounding reality of being alone and still hungry in the Appalachian Mountains. She sighed heavily to herself when she thought of the husband she had to return to and the anger he would vent on her when she reappeared at the lodge tomorrow morning. Assuming that she would.
She filled the side pockets to her dress with apples, then turned and faced into the forest. He would never believe her story of losing her way on that back trail they had traveled so many times, and if he finally came to understand her plight she knew he would condemn her for her foolishness in stalking away from him. After all, she had been lost for two full days. The frigid wife, Miss Jane Prude, got what was coming to her, she thought sardonically to herself.
She inched up slowly to the shack and peered in the window. Sitting only a few inches from the dusty pane was a red-haired man of enormous size holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, and seated at a table surrounding him were three other men dressed in blue-denims passing another bottle to each other. The man at one end of the table was rather nice looking; he was about medium height with bright alert eyes and long sandy hair – the complete opposite of the repulsive creature at the other side, who had a kind of idiot-like stare and whose long skinny arms kept on scratching a pink, heavily pock-marked face. A short fat nondescript looking man sat at the head of the table, his hands folded impassively in front of him. Jane stood transfixed and watched for several minutes as the men drank and talked. She was too frightened to follow what they were saying, and she debated indecisively whether she should knock or leave. The men were obviously getting drunk and she found herself pulling away from the grim picture she still watched through the window.
"Eeeeeeeh!" a high-pitched voice came through the darkness.
Jane stopped suddenly in her tracks as she heard what sounded like loud female laughter coming from the shack. It had startled her and she spun quickly around to face the same yellow-lit oblong light that she had turned away from a moment earlier. As before, the heads of the four men sitting round the table were illuminated as though they were on a stage. There was no visible change in the scene, and the large man laughed before retilting the bottle to his lips.
"Heeeeey," the sound rang out of the cabin again.
My God, this time she was sure of it – it had been a female voice! She peered back at the shack, then quickly retraced her steps across the yard.
She stood before the window again, pressing her cheek against the shingling of the house and averting her face away from the light. A sudden guffaw broke the silence and she leaned cautiously forward. Looking in the window once more she saw the four men bent over in laughter, their faces beet red and their hands gripping their sides. In the center of the room stood the woman she had heard earlier. She was certainly attractive, Jane thought, but there was also something cheap and almost lewd about her appearance. She stood a bit taller than Jane with a long smoothly curving figure, barely covered by a kind of tightly fitting black dress that she had heard prostitutes often wear. Her sensuous lips were covered with bright lipstick that accentuated high-pitched cheekbones and black sparkling eyes.
The young woman swayed her rounded tightly clad buttocks salaciously in front of the four men, and the men responded in raucous laughter, clapping their hands appreciatively in their drunkenness. Then the large man leered at the woman when she fluttered a hand lewdly towards the man's groin. Jane averted her gaze, suddenly aware of what was going on and the mistake she had made in returning to the cabin.
"Hey Peggy, Goddamn, you stop that," the short fat man said. "I gotta put up with enough of that back in town."
Jane's gaze shot abruptly to the short fat man and she watched him rise suddenly from the table and move around the group to a chair in the corner of the room. He was very drunk and when he jerked up from the table, his chair tilted back on two legs and practically tipped over. He swayed across the room and plopped down the chair with a disgusted look on his face. "Goddamn stupid whore," he mumbled incoherently. "She wants to give it away for nothing."
To Jane's complete amazement, the girl laughed. She turned towards the table, and slowly grinding her hips, began undoing the top buttons to the front of her dress. She moved with a smooth easy movement and Jane sensed instinctively she was a professional dancer. With a brazen sassiness, she turned her back to the fellow in the chair and approached the three men still at the table, gradually undoing the front of her dress until a wide creamy strip of flesh was apparent to her waistline. Lewd grins spread over the faces of the men at the table and, to Jane's further shock, the girl smiled confidently back almost as though she were pleased by the obscene glances the men were casting at her.
"Go on, Peggy. Just show them tits," the large red-haired man spoke for the first time. He had a strong assurance in his voice and Jane realized he must be the leader of the uncouth group of friends. Peggy obliged by slowly pulling the opened dress behind her shoulders until the large creamy orbs of her breasts popped suddenly out and were clearly exposed to the light through the sheer transparency of her flesh-covered bra.
"Now that's what I call a real piece of meat," the enormous man laughed. "Man, I'd like to suck them titties, whaddya think, Sam, ol' man?"
"Josh, you ain't goin' to suck nothin'," Sam answered uselessly from the corner. "Peggy's my woman."
"I think they'd be downright tasty," Josh ignored him, running his finger slowly over a thick bushy mustache.
Jane knew she was foolish to remain pinned to the window where she might be discovered at any moment, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In all her life, she had never seen a performance like the one going on in front of her, with the girl obscenely swinging her hips and slowly exposing the white firm mounds of her breasts to the friends of her own boyfriend, and she watched half in shock and partly out of aroused interest in the forbidden and unknown as the young woman resumed her lewdly provocative performance.
"That's it," Josh shouted. "Take the Goddam thing off and get naked."
The woman flashed a grin and slowly pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, gradually exposing a delicate rib cage that seemed minute next to the lushly straining plumpness of her barely covered breasts. Then she bent gracefully and squirmed her hips in a slow, teasing undulating movement until the skimpy black dress fell softly to the floor. A hush ran through the room as the girl stood statue-like in front of the four men, dressed only in her bra and black nylon panties, displaying her pair of large upturned breasts and sensuously swelling hips with a pride that seemed almost defiant. Despite the voluptuousness of her figure, Jane noticed that the girl had long delicately curving legs whose only fullness appeared in the firm roundness of her upper thighs just below the leg bands of her skimpy panties. Her long black hair fell down in front of her tanned shoulders and cascaded over her closely-set breasts, emphasizing the delicate pinkness of her nipples that shone through the transparent material of her bra. Yes, she was stunning Jane had to admit; each line and softly curving undulation of her brazenly poised body exuded a fierce ripe sexuality that was disarming.
"Lord, you just sit down, Peggy," Sam spoke harshly from the corner. "You belong to me and nobody gets my pussy that don't pay for it."
"Ya gotta be kiddin', Sammie!" Josh exclaimed. "You know we're your best friends."
"Yeah, well ya ain't that good a friends," Sam snorted and wavered a bottle to his mouth drunkenly.
"C'mon," the large man pointed to the girl. "Get on with the performance."
The girl wiped a strand of hair from her face and stared coldly across the room at Sam. Then she smiled and reached to the table, grabbing the bottle in a clenched fist.
"Sammie, I think you're outnumbered," she said, raising the bottle to her lips and taking a long gulp. As she drank she arched one hip towards the men at the table, then swung her rounded buttock toward them in an obscenely suggestive movement. Then, without any further ado, she undid the bra and slipped the panties down her legs until she stood in front of the men stark naked.
Jane gasped as she saw the girl's nakedness taking its effect on the men, their lewd grins changing abruptly to a fierce, all too obvious passion. She sensed that this was her time to leave, but oddly, she just couldn't pull herself away from the light in the window. Her fascination with the scene in the cabin was too great. There was a supple voluptuousness about the girl's body that dripped sex and nothing else, and now every inch of it was apparent, from the deeply curving cleavage of her breasts to the soft black down of her pubic mound at the base of her smoothly flattened belly.
The attitude of Sam the boyfriend had obviously also changed. Now his eyes glinted with undisguised lust as they swept over her nakedly exposed backside, and he smiled over at his friends with a look of proud possession. Jane could see that, sensing himself helplessly outnumbered by the others, he had accepted the situation, and was even enjoying their obscene appreciation of the prize that belonged to him.
"C'mon, give us a little feel," Josh suddenly sprung up from his chair, revealing the stiffly bulging erection in his pants. It had risen to almost its full height and pushed and strained against the tightly restricting material. Jane recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she seen correctly? Dear God, he was running his hand down the smooth creamy flesh of the girl's slowly undulating buttocks and everyone could see his erect cock, its blood-swollen head pushing out rigidly against his pants.
"These boys can have whatever I got," she heard the girl tease hoarsely. "Providing I like what they got."
Jane felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as uproarious laughter from the men spread throughout the room. She wanted to turn and run, but she was unable to make her legs work. She could only stand and listen, moistening her lips, her mind beginning to churn as the man quickly unzipped his fly, dropping his pants and shorts and standing beside the girl with his nakedly erect cock exposed clearly in front of him. Despite her rebelling will, her eyes riveted on the white pole standing out stiffly in the air and, unable to control her own rapidly mounting fascination, she stood mouth agape, watching the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a long moment.
The girl's voice said distinctly. "I like it. It's a lovely cock, Josh dear. So big, so hard…"
The man flinched as the coolness of the girl's fingers closed around his hotly yielding rubbery hardness.
Leave, leave! Jane's mind screamed. Don't stay and watch this lewd thing going on inside. Oh Lord, it was, filthy! But she didn't leave; she couldn't leave. She was mesmerized by what her eyes were seeing. The girl's hand tightened around the man's long thick cock and the wetness from the seminal fluid seeped from the gland on the lust-hardening tip. The man moved abruptly closer, brushing against the girl, and it smeared across the firmly quivering softness of her upper thighs. It was jerking now as though he would come at the slightest extra pressure.
"Yeah Josh, you feel just fine," the girl said, removing her hand just in time to leave his face contorted with unfulfilled passion.
"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," the young blonde man at the end of the table said and stood up.
"Okay Buck," the girl's throaty voice purred. "Let's see what you got."
The man stood forward and began stripping the clothes from his muscular young body. It took only a moment before his pants dropped to the floor and his long thick cock stood out rigid beneath the blonde curling hair on his stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He stroked the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulging blue veins that ran down from the hard bulbous head. The girl's hand reached forward as Jane gazed in the window, her mouth gaping in disbelief. She knew that watching a woman toy with the lewdly pulsating member of a man was depraved and lewd and wicked; but she couldn't turn away. She felt strange, as though she were no longer part of herself, but was standing outside of herself watching her own actions as a completely another, completely different person.
Jane's attention quivered back to reality as Sammie pulled himself up and swayed drunkenly before the front of his chair in the corner of the room with an expression of building lust on his face, as though the thought of his woman touching his friends' erect cocks was exciting him – her amorality this night so much more terrible than the paid pickups of hers that he was accustomed to – that all his former anger had totally disappeared. His eyes enlarged at the sight of her hands firmly gripping the two long pulsating shafts, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskins back until the blunt throbbing heads jerked up like two serpent-like monsters slithering erratically out of their lairs. He gazed in a mindless daze for a moment longer at her tightly squeezing hands, watching her stroke the two men into a rigidity that threatened to explode into hotly streaming spurts at any moment. Then he swayed back, seeming to consider it. His mouth watered and he looked down at the bulge of his own member, straining like an over-ripe banana against his pants. He looked as though he wished they'd get it over with so that he could goad his own hardness into her pussy and fuck her good right in front of the rest of them.
"Hey, Peggy, ya want to see what I got?" his voice shot across the room. "Don't forget about your old man now."
"Honey, I already know what you got," Peggy turned her head and laughed over her shoulder at the quickly enlarging circle of excitement moistening his pants.
The girl's large firm breasts swayed lewdly out to the sides as she moved, and Jane had to gasp at the beauty of the girl in profile, her head slanted back towards her lover and her black hair spilling softly down her back. The resilient white mounds of her breasts settled and protruded firmly out from her chest like two ripe succulent cantaloupes. The large aureoles that surrounded her nipples were of a dusky pink color and the pointed erectness of the center buds evidenced her own arousal at being the center of attention among the dour men. Her buttocks were wide and full, but the smoothly outlining curve of that fullness was firm and high, adding to the illusion of animal strength underneath all that ripe sensuality. Her belly flowed with remarkable flatness down to her groin that flowered out suddenly in a sparse, soft-looking pubic triangle. Yes, the girl was enjoying her part in the revelry, Jane realized with a sinking feeling of disgust, as she glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She opened them a little more, a sly teasing grin forming on her salaciously pouting lips, and Jane realized that she was putting on this exhibition purposely. Everyone could see that she was excited; the first tiny droplets of moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in her tight, narrow little cuntal slit and matting down a few damply curling pubic tendrils as she exposed herself lewdly and teasingly to them.
"And you like what I got, ain't that correct?" her boyfriend went on, a pleased drunken smile crossing his face.
"You're not so bad," she said teasingly, but with a meaningful look of appreciation at the bulge in his pants that softened the sarcasm of her message.
"I ain't getting nothin'," the third and younger man at the table spoke finally. "I'm always getting left out."
Jane shivered in repulsion as she looked closely at the man for the first time. He had sat so silently and devoid of expression that she had almost forgotten his presence. But now his tall bony young body and long slack-lipped face sent chills of distaste down her spine. The center of his shirt was damp with sweat and his mouth gaped open as though he were demented.
"Ya, take it out," the large man laughed. "But she ain't even gonna get her hand around it."
"Sh-she can try," he stuttered in excitement, saliva rolling unnoticed from the edges of his mouth as he clumsily undid his belt buckle. "Sh-sh-she can touch me. I wanta get some p-p-pussy too."
Jane's eyes bulged wide in disbelief as the tall scrawny looking young man stood and let his pants drop to his ankles, then dropped back to the chair on his bony buttocks. She stared at the cock skeptically – it just couldn't be true! She stared at him sitting there, his giant virile, young cock rearing out from his puny belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his legs. It must have been at least ten inches long and two wide… maybe more, and the two monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the appearance of a huge field piece ready to roar into wildly belching flames of action.
Jane felt a tremor of tension sweep through the room. The circle of faces strained, leering and gaping until their eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets in their effort to get a bird's eye view of the marvel of nature before them. The gigantic cock reeked of bestiality and jutted out from his belly like the raw throbbing weapon of a young pony, adding an animal-like tension to the already depraved proceedings. The prostitute-girlfriend, her black eyes flashing in awe, trembled slightly when she approached the man. Then she wavered hesitantly for a moment as she stood naked in front of him, regarding him with a confused look that showed she didn't believe he was human. Slowly, a lewd grin swept over her face. Then she lowered her hand tentatively and pushed it down the monstrous thickness of his inhuman-looking rod. It was true – her fingers couldn't quite stretch around – but with an obscene smile she began to stroke and then to massage it, running her tongue unconsciously over her lips as her eyes focussed on the smoothly slithering foreskin that formed slight ridges between the fingers of her hand. Then she slipped her hand to his balls and cradled their immense softness in her palm, her mouth hanging open in rapture. The demented looking man groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his huge testicles.
"L-let me fuck her. P-please, S-Sammie," he blubbered in a near whining stupor.
Sammie's body tensed and his arms flung out ferociously into the air. "Ain't nobody goin' to fuck her but me. I already told you guys – that's my woman."
Silas' features fell in a look of utter dismay as the girl released her grip on his penis and stepped back from the chair. She shrugged her long hair down her back, a faint smile playing on her lips, and seemed to regard the group with a sweeping look of arrogant amusement. She laughed a low throaty puff, an evil sound. "I know what I want to do," she said distinctly. "I want to lick and suck on some real, good tastin' cock."
She laughed seductively through their stunned silence and then her black flashing eyes settled on Josh who sat at the center of the table of men. She moved cat-like across the room, her tight young curves rippling faintly, until she stood in front of his chair with a hungry devouring-like expression rapidly growing on her face. Her pink tongue wetted her lips in an unconscious greedy gesture reminiscent of a hungry calf about to feed from a mother cow. Her eyes focussed on the quickly stiffening hardness before her as she settled herself on the floor between his spread legs. There was a look of bliss on her face that indicated she planned to enjoy every moment of what she was going to do to him. "Cock, I've got to have some cock," she grinned at him with sparkling eyes; then she lowered her head until her face was directly above his thick throbbing instrument, her full curving buttocks upraised obscenely behind her.
Josh grunted aloud as her fingernails scratched lightly over his rigidly stiffening penis. She began to stroke and massage it, then her hands slipped down to cradle the velvety softness of his testicles. He groaned again and thrust his loins upward as her hands returned to stroke the thick heavy shaft between them. Finally, she lowered her head and her open lips slid down lasciviously over the moist rubbery thickness of the blood-inflated head. She pulled her face forward, sliding the warmly moistening flesh of her saliva filled mouth slowly down over his hotly throbbing member. Her lips began to nibble gently and her cheeks hollowed inward as they tightly clasped around the long white column protruding into her mouth.
Jane could see the change in the face of the man sitting under the kneeling girl as he felt the first moist suction begin around his rapidly growing member. His eyes bulged down as he watched his rod slowly sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins lifting and jerking upward until she absorbed almost the full length of it deep into her throat; then he settled back on the outstroke the pink flesh of her lips pulled out grotesquely as she sucked voraciously on the thick head; then it throbbed and jerked as she gave it a nerve-tingling lick with her wetly swirling tongue. She plunged forward and his eyes shot crazily down to the provocative curves of her breasts as he felt them jerk and dance against his legs from the up and down movement of her slowly pumping torso.
Oh God, I should leave, God, please help me leave, Jane muttered frantically to herself. Guilt flickered through her conscience for watching the lewd display of female hunger in the room and tightened her stomach into a small sickened knot. She was doing wrong by peeping, there was no doubt about it. Curiosity perhaps excused her first reluctance to leave, but now it was something else that kept her so firmly implanted in front of the window. She had been really hungry for the first time in her life and the apples had finally satiated that; but she didn't feel she was the same person she had been two days ago. She was someone else and it frightened her a bit as the heat and excitement of the room continued to change her against her will. Once again, she made a conscious effort to leave, but her body, as if it had a greater will, remained firmly rooted at her position in front of the window. She tried to move her legs, then just her gaze but her body wouldn't work; it was almost in a hypnotic state now, immobilized beyond all rationality, transfixed by what she saw and yes… helplessly fascinated by it.
Beneath her own clothing, she could feel the perspiration begin to flow strangely on her body, and an odd foreign thought began to race through her mind – the unbelievable desire to tear off all her clothes until she was as naked and exposed as the other girl. She tried to rid herself of it, to think of something else, but the moment she thought she had succeeded it riddled back through her mind with all the strength and persistence of an overwhelming obsession. Her nipples stiffened and rubbed sensitively against the tightly restricting cloth, and her breasts seemed to swell until she thought they would spill out of her bra. Beneath her dress, the narrow nylon strip of her bikini panties pressed teasingly up into the crevice of her buttocks and bunched up in the rapidly dampening hollow of her vaginal furrow, causing a new warm tingling sensation to reverberate through her tightening belly. Time and finding her way back to the lodge had become irrelevant. Nothing was real but the scene before her and her own warmly dampening pussy that burned in a strange way like it had never done before.
"Oh, Christ, that feels so good! That's it! Now run your tongue across the opening and lick the cum off," Josh's head lolled ecstatically to the side as he watched the girl slavering down between his open legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue around the hot rubbery thickness of the blood-inflated head.
Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling from the girl's throat. Josh, the leering grin on his face contorting, had taken her frantically by the hair, pulled her head down into his lap, at the same time thrusting forward to ram the thick turgid head of his cock deep into her throat. Jane held her breath – she was certain the girl was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried in the deepest recesses of her tightly ovalling mouth, but she didn't. She continued hollowing the moistly clasping insides of her mouth against its thick length as though she were a child devouring an ice cream cone.
The man shifted his legs wider and with one hand holding Peggy's head by the hair, he began buffeting her head up and down on his lap between his widely parted legs. Jane watched with horrified fascination as the girl's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the instrument fucking into her mouth, the flesh of her lips pulling out grotesquely and clinging to the flesh of his organ as she sucked with all her concentration. Suddenly, Josh's other hand reached down beneath her rapidly pumping body and burrowed deep up into her widesplit crotch, and the girl's eyes glazed over with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that sent a gulf of lewd sensation through Jane's belly. Jane's tongue circled nervously around her lips as she felt the juice of her own warmly tingling pussy increase its oddly beginning flow between her legs.
"Fingerfuck it!" the girl crooned. "Put your finger in it. No, now, ohhh that's the way to do it. Now touch my clit!"
Oh no, Jane gasped, as a wave of hotly consuming eroticism rippled through her groin at the lurid picture of what was happening to the girl less than four feet away from her surged through her mind. She could feel everything the girl felt and her breath stopped short as just before her eyes Peggy began to suck at the long quickly expanding cock like a mad woman. The steadily pummeling instrument seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion of her face as he drove his loins upward in a violent offering, sinking into Peggy's mouth until the coarse red hair of his loins brushed against the tip of her nose. His heavy, sperm-swollen balls danced beneath, slapping in unison with his thrust hard against her upraised chin.
His fingers, still buried in the damply glistening curls of her slowly gyrating groin, continued to work through the splayed out pink flesh of the cuntal lips, and then suddenly Peggy's arms shot out, searching frantically under the table for the naked thick cocks of the two other men. Buck and Silas, sensing her intention, reached for the desperately fluttering tentacles of her arms and directed them to their groins until her fingers wrapped securely around each of their members. The girl grasped her thumbs and forefingers around the two visibly pulsating instruments, pulling them from side to side in self-inflicted humiliation while her mouth continued to slaver up and down over the cock protruding into her face. Josh, at the center, looked down at the girl's moving arms and groaned… he gasped, his finger began to twirl around her clitoris with insane fury, causing little staccato groans of pleasure to jerk from between her tightly clasping lips.
Jane's mind reeled at the obscene sight. Ohhhhh, God! she thought, squirming in the darkness. I can't stand this. She knew she should leave now, if only to keep from going to pieces herself, but somehow the humiliation of the girl kneeling there with a wildly driving cock in each hand and one in her mouth masochistically fascinated her. Her forehead beaded with tiny droplets of sweat and another trickle ran down the valley between her full ripe breasts. She just couldn't look away and unconsciously she pressed against the wall, searching to get closer. The lewd thought of the three men using the girl's nakedly curved young body at one time sent shivers of violent emotion tingling through her and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, despite the warmth searing ever more ferociously inside her. She shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will.
Her thoughts jerked back to Sam in the corner of the room as he strained forward, his eyes bulging at the incredible debauchery being performed by his woman and his friends right before him. His mouth gaped open, contorting with overwhelming lust as he stared at the four of them, the sight of the three hard shafts almost completely absorbed by Peggy's depravity increasing his passion a thousandfold. Jesus Christ! his twisting features seemed to say. She was really sucking and jerking them. Then his eyes focussed on the sight of her wildly undulating ass as she pumped her upper torso over Josh's jerking shaft. Her thighs had spread far apart and the pink lips had parted to expose the tight inner hole of her steadily throbbing vagina, glistening with moisture, soft… waiting.
His intoxicated body swayed up from the chair. He unzipped his pants with fumbling hands as though it were a burgeoning weapon of incredible weight. "I'm gonna fuck ya. Fuck ya from behind," he staggered across the room.
"Oooooooh. Yes. Yes," the girl whimpered around the thrusting instrument in her mouth and waggled her buttocks for attention.
He knelt quickly behind her and gazed down at the full white moons stretched up in offering to him with eyes wide in hot uncontrolled lust. For a few torturing moments, he ground his long thick cock around the narrow white crevice of her ass, pressing the softly quivering cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it like a fitting of a silk-lined glove. He leaned forward and planted wetly flickering kisses with his lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him, and she groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moistly palpitating contact at her loins and back.
And then he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly down the full length of her back until he reached the crevice of her wildly swaying buttocks, high in the air, while her mouth and hands still embraced the cocks of the other three men, working them rapidly to the exploding point.
He dropped his hands to the voluptuously rounding buttocks, placed his thumbs on each side of the firm resilient cheeks and pulled out harshly. His face was crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of hair-fringed flesh that covered her vagina, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see the moisture of her lust spilling onto the softly quivering insides of her thighs as she let her backside slip wider and wider apart and he moved his head forward until his face was a scant few inches from the moistly curling pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and the moisture of her secretions was visible, slightly matting the curls on her groin.
Jane's legs trembled underneath her heaving body as the scene seemed to disintegrate into a depravity she had not thought possible. First, the girl had sucked on Josh's cock, then simultaneously massaged the genitals of Buck and Silas; and now the woman's lover was kneeling behind her and slavering over the pinkly glistening slit beneath her buttocks. Her breath stopped short as he lowered his head and, with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, thrust it forward between the warm fleshy folds of the girl's cunt. She heard the girl gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her softly moistened passage and her surprised sigh smothered itself in the lap of Josh seated before her. She jerked forward with the first teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. Her buttocks lifted up and rotated gently as she plunged her vagina over the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her.
Her breath exploded down into Josh's lap in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into softly mewling grunts as she twisted her mouth harder and harder over Josh's cock while her lover curled and twisted the warmly moistening tongue imbedded deep inside her. He pushed his lips closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it crazily while her lewdly heaving buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face almost out of control.
"Faster. Faster. That's it," the girl's voice cried out in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhh, yessssss."
Jane thought she would swoon from the obscene shock of watching the man work slave-like behind the kneeling girl, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, withdrawing and plunging, making a wetly sucking sluicing noise with each wicked thrust. Her cries erupted around the cock plunging into her mouth in a long continuous moan now, as he withdrew his wetly lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage and found the gently throbbing clitoris and licked. He pushed his face farther under her nakedly writhing cunt and began to suck and tease at it gleefully with his tongue, while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd dance of desire.
Jane's mouth gaped at the obscene sight of the man's curling tongue continuing its stroke over the hotly throbbing nub of the girl's clitoris. She had heard of men doing this to women and she had heard people referring to it in dirty jokes but she had never expected to see anyone doing it, or especially any woman enjoying it as this one was. Her mind fluttered back to a time when she and Bob had just gotten married and he had slid his lips from her mouth down to her breasts, gradually licking a path down her smooth white abdomen. Yes, she had enjoyed it; her eyes had been closed in rapturous pleasure until suddenly he was kneeling between her open thighs, planting kisses on the soft flesh and hair surrounding her vagina and, realizing what he was doing, she had broken out sobbing. She had pulled her body quickly from underneath him and screamed that it was evil until their lovemaking had ended in an argument. Was this how he had expected her to respond – how she could have felt? the thought raced through her mind as she heard short gasps of ecstasy sputtering from the woman in front of her.
"Oh God," she mumbled in frenzied lust, making little sucking sounds over Josh's hard driving cock. "Fuck me… Fuck me now. Put your cock in my cunt!"
There was no delay. Sammie, already excited from watching his woman with the other three men, grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay into the moistly opening cavern of her upturned young pussy. He began to fuck furiously into her hot ready vaginal channel from behind while the three other men began thrusting up with long hard strokes into her mouth and hands. It took a moment, but soon they fell into a simultaneous rhythm, buffeting her body in unison between them, while the girl emitted a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her and was interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as her boyfriend fucked into her open cunt with harder and more brutal force.
Jane pressed her thighs together to hold down the fire mounting her will deep in her rapidly moistening loins. She could see the ragged pink edges of the girl's cunt drawing back with her lover's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true of the widely ovaled lips of the girl's mouth, drawing and sucking on Josh's hard shaft, while Buck and Silas began to lift their loins upward to meet the downward thrust on their cocks by her tightly grasping hands. The girl's whole body undulated between the four men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles. Their faces contorted above their tensed bodies, their eyes dimming in the concentration of their ever more violently crushing thrusts that became wilder and wilder and tossed her among them like waves crashing on a beach until all five of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual enjoyment.
"Yesssss… I'm cummminnng!" the girl cried around the rapidly pistoning cock in her mouth and it sounded as though it came from the very core of her being.
She bucked and churned out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on until Jane thought it would never stop. She moaned like a wounded predator, shuddering violently as if her insides were being torn asunder and swaying on her knees, her back slowly stiffening and her hips jerking wildly.
Buck at one end of the table came next.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmiiiiiing!" he howled until the cabin shook.
The demented looking Silas tore every last inch of his cock into the girl's palm, panting madly, "Squeeze harder! Harder, pull harder!" His body began to convulse as he covered her hand with his hand, and she yanked on his cock in one final fury until the first thickly squirting burst of his sperm erupted like white lava through her fingers and oozed slowly down her arm.
Josh and Sammie, responding to the spasms of her body, both plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and mouth and pumped their sperm far far up into her deeply heaving belly. Then everyone collapsed in a spent and satiated heap for a moment, the enormous bestial cock still hard in spite of Silas' orgasm, slipping from her curled palm with a wet sucking noise that could be heard by Jane outside the window. Buck sat still, his head bent to the table. Josh and Sammie stayed inside her for awhile, and their cocks softened little by little, their sperm trickling out of the girl's pussy and mouth and trailing down her legs to pool beneath her knees on the floor. A long time later, Josh withdrew gently, and Peggy and her boyfriend slipped to the floor, his cock still imbedded in the pink fluted edges of her vagina.
"Jesus Christ," he murmured a long time later, breaking the dazed expression on his face.
"Some night," Buck chuckled obscenely and pulled himself up from the table.
"You were wonderful, Peggy," the idiot Silas said, looking in awe at the girl on the floor.
"That's right, baby," Sammie said, still lying beside his girlfriend on the floor and stroking her hair affectionately. "You was great."
With the image of Buck moving to a washbowl in the corner of the room registering dimly to her dazed mind, Jane fell back against the shingled wall of the cabin. She noticed to her surprise that it was now getting light and the sky to the East was already pink. She realized with shame that she had remained plastered to that window watching that depraved scene, not one hour, not even two hours – but almost the whole night! And her dress was sticking to the sides of her thighs, her panties beneath it still soaking with unfulfilled passion. She shuddered, trying to rid herself of the lewd feeling that just the remembrance of their wantonness still aroused in her. She wished she could be sick, somehow punish herself, and a sudden flood of tears poured from her eyes. Yes, yes, she had enjoyed it, she sobbed guiltily, and then an even greater sense of her own evil engulfed her as she realized that her lust-driven body wanted more of it… just somehow to be satisfied. That girl, Peggy, at least, had had that. And she, who in her peeping was probably more debauched than the prostitute-girlfriend, had never felt all that Peggy had shown. Never! Not once in her life!
"Let's sack out," a voice drew her back to the cabin.
"Peggy and I got's to leave for town. I gotta be at work tomorrow morning."
Jane peeped in the window carefully, aware that she was more visible now in the growing light. To her surprise, the group had completely recovered itself and though everyone looked tired and sleepy, there were no traces of guilt or embarrassment in their expressions. They sat around the table, a bottle in the center, each sipping slowly from a glass. Peggy's elbow was propped up on the table, her other arm around Sammie's shoulder. Jane watched with confusion and disgust as the woman trailed her fingers lazily through his hair. The gall of the woman was incredible! she thought, until she once again recalled her own passionate enjoyment in watching what Peggy had done.
"Naw, we can't stay, fellas, as much as we'd like to," Sam went on in a firm voice. "That'd mean I'd have to drive back at night, and I don't appreciate drivin' in the dark over them cow paths you call roads."
The evening's workout seemed to have restored him to a nervous sobriety and he waited with an impatient look on his face while Peggy fumbled with her purse for a brief moment. Then Jane panicked as the group followed the couple to the door. God, what should she do? her mind raced in sudden desperation. Should she run now back across the yard to the woods? No, they looked like they'd step out onto the porch any second then they'd certainly see her before she reached the forest. Should she hide behind the back wall of the shack…? No, the couple might turn back for one last look and see her form cringing desperately against the wall. The sudden sound of the group moving onto the porch resolved her dilemma – she was stuck now and didn't dare risk the sounds that might accompany her moving anywhere. She plastered her back against the shingling of the house, hoping against hope that no one would walk around the house and see her. She listened to their good-byes on the porch and the heavy crunch of footsteps as the men walked the couple to their car. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the rear end of the car, a new model buried in the bushes not too far from where she had hidden last night in the darkness.
"See ya in town."
"Yeah, bring some of that moonshine."
Then the silver fins that had glinted in the morning sun slowly eased out of her range of vision and she heard the car roar off, traveling to some city, probably not too far away and possibly the same resort town where her husband and the lodge were. If only she were going with them, if only she were back at the lodge. The word "civilization" kept running crazily through her mind.
"We better get to work."
"Boy, that bitch really worked us out."
"If she was my woman, I'd kill her."
"How's he goin' to kill her? That's her business. Brings 'em in good money, too."
"You go on to the house. I think I'll get me another bottle… Well, look at what we got here!"
Jane's eyes widened as she found herself face to face with the stocky blonde man, gazing across the flat expanse of grassless lawn at the young man she had watched at one end of the table and remembered as Buck. He was taller than she would have expected, but not as tall as the gangly man with the idiotic expression who now appeared from around the corner of the house and crept up behind him. A door slammed and Jane guessed that Josh had not heard Buck's words and had returned back into the house.
"I'm lost," she sputtered out. "I got separated from my husband two days ago in the woods."
Suddenly Jane stopped talking as she saw her words were having no effect on the men who gazed at her with a suspicious confusion. It was as though she were speaking a language foreign to them.
Finally, Buck responded. "Why ya standin' at the window?"
"I – I thought – hoped – there might be people here."
"Geez, she must of been watching everything," the lanky man said and Jane felt his cretin-looking gaze focus on her young body.
"That's right, Silas," Buck's face broke into a slow leer. "You enjoy it, honey?"
Knowing even as she did it that it was all so useless, that she was making her position with the mountain men worse, Jane thrust herself away from the wall and bolted across the lawn. Run, escape, raced through her terror-stricken mind, and her legs carried her off crazily not to the woods but down the sandy road she hadn't noticed last night, as though she believed she might actually be able to run all the way back to the town where her husband was. It was a foolhardy attempt, but in her overwhelming panic she no longer realized it. Instead, her mind reacted with an indignant surprise when the long-legged Silas took four easy strides after her, grabbed her by the hair, and she felt her body turn and spill onto the muddy dirt yard. She kicked at a denim clad leg and the sound of a harsh slap resounded through the quiet of the morning like a rifle shot. The tall man had hit her, she was going to pass out… they were pulling her body across the yard to the cabin.