Jane fell, then was half-dragged by Buck and Silas into the front room, where they threw her roughly down onto the cot.
"Well, lookee what we got here," Josh scowled at the others. "A little girl come right outta the woods. What ya doin' way out here in no where, honey?"
Jane gazed up fearfully at the tall mustached man in front of her, remembering the rough treatment Buck and Silas had given her outside. She said nothing, but clenched her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, vaguely hoping that all of this would dissolve like a bad dream and that she would awake in the arms of her husband back in the lodge.
"I asked you a direct question, M'am, and I 'spect you to answer it," Josh demanded again.
The others laughed behind Josh, and like twins they thrust their thumbs into their denim pockets. Jane remained quiet on the bed, knowing that whatever she said would make no difference to the men; she had witnessed their animal-like performance earlier and knew how they treated women and what they desired of them. But now Josh drew closer, the large palm of his hand drawn out lengthwise and moving in a slow-motion gesture towards her face.
"I-I – don't know what to say. I was lost," she gasped, turning out her hands in supplication toward him. "I wandered away from the lake and saw your cabin."
"Goddam," Buck spat out. "How do ya figure her gettin' up here from Clear Lake?"
Josh turned to Silas and Buck and shook his head. Then he moved to the table and picked up the almost empty bottle of liquor and gulped it to the dregs. He was clearly angered by her presence and, as Jane had heard from stories of "furreners" wandering into these hills, he was intimidated by the idea that she had the nerve to approach them.
"Now, lady, there ain't no reason for ya to be out walkin' around at five o'clock in the mornin'," Josh said, running a long thick finger across the edge of his mustache. "This here is what ya might call 'trespassin', and us mountain folk got real strict ideas about that kinda thing."
Jane sat up with more certainty on the bed. She felt a bit more at ease now that she knew she wouldn't be manhandled by the three men at least for the moment – and she wanted to prove to Josh that she had no intentions of bothering them. The sun had risen over the hills behind the shack and she sensed a feeling of hope in the new day even though she knew she was in ominous danger at this moment. She had watched these men for nearly four hours before and she knew what they were capable of – in fact, she had an awareness of them that was deeper in many ways than her understanding of her own husband.
"If you would be so kind," she said with a sense of surety in her voice. "I would appreciate you showing me the way back to Lakeview Lodge. My husband is waiting for me there, and I hate to cause you any more trouble."
"Ya hear what she said, boys? She hates to cause us any more – trouble," Josh said, wiping his face off in a sneer of irritation. "Well, lady, ya have caused us trouble, and we can't let ya go directly."
Jane stood up from the cot and faced Josh. Her long blonde hair hung down over her thin white dress, accenting her little girl pout and bringing out the soft protuberance of her full well-rounded breasts.
"There's no reason you can't let me leave immediately," she said in indignation. "Besides, there are probably people out looking for me."
Then she took a long step half-way past the large man in front of her, only to be seized and thrown down on the couch by Silas and Buck.
"Let me go, I say, let me out of here," she screamed, her face contorted in fear and frustration.
"Lady, ain't nobody goin' to find you in these hills," Josh snapped impatiently. "And if you wandered from as far as Lakeview Lodge, like you say, they ain't even goin' to be lookin' for you way up here."
Josh moved back to Silas and Buck and stood in a huddle with the other two men for a moment. They were obviously discussing her and Jane's fears now returned that she wouldn't be permitted to leave the shack. The image of the young girl, Peggy, sucking Josh's cock ran through her mind for a fleeting instant, and she trembled when she thought of these men forcing her to do the same thing to them. But her own sense of outrage got the best of her, and she tightened her fists as Josh moved from Silas and Buck and grew close to her.
"We got what ya might call a little operation goin' on out here, and right now we can't take no chances. Ya stay with us for a day or so, and everything'll be all right."
"I can't stay for any amount of time," Jane rose and shouted. "Why are you treating me like this?"
"Damn, Josh," Buck said. "Why don't ya tell her?"
Josh looked across at Buck and Silas. Whatever had happened in their huddle, Jane thought, hadn't solved anything. Something had been going on here in the shack that either couldn't be disclosed or was unclear to all three of the men.
"All right. We's makin' us some moonshine," Josh stated sharply. "And we can't have no interference. You stay with us for a few days, and it'll be OK."
Jane felt a heavy weight in her stomach as she realized what the tall man in front of her was saying. It was no longer a matter of leaving or staying, as she had stumbled onto something far more serious than midnight bawdry. She had grown up near these hills and she knew how 'moonshiners', with their stills and their strange customs feared and hated the inquisitive stranger. There was the constant fear of the 'revenuer', and there was the boredom and frustration that had no outlet except in blind outraged violence.
Jane had been through so much in the past eight hours; the vile assault on her by her husband and the hysteria of being lost in the woods and the vision of the girl's abandoned pleasures had dulled her consciousness to the immediacy of her danger from the men. But now she watched in growing terror as the three men surveyed the entire length of her body until it felt as though every inch of her were exposed and naked. She recalled her own lewd excitement at the obscene performance last night and her heart jumped with a new fear. Had she really desired the same kind of complete debasement that other girl had gone through? She sensed that her body ached to know, despite the rebellion of her mind and the knowledge that those feelings were a breach of promise to her husband and, especially, to her firmly set values that had held her in good stead for so long.
"So you'll just stay here for awhile, ain't that right?" Josh said, standing with a naked fist directed toward her.
"I-I don't know," she said softly, half-expecting a vicious blow if she refused.
"Yeah, she'll stay," Buck said, swaying up alongside Josh and peering down at Jane with a glint of sadistic enjoyment in his eyes. "There ain't nothin' else she can do."
Josh turned back to the men. "We'll just have to take the chance of someone findin' her here, though I don't see much chance of it. Can't let her go back to town before they pick up the stuff, that's for sure."
Silas, standing tall and idiot-like behind Buck, inched forward almost bashfully, turning his face toward Jane limply and lowering his eyes to her young close-set breasts. "Gee, Josh, she sure is pretty," he said, drawing out the syllables.
"Yeah, she is," Josh said. "But you had enough for one night."
"I didn't mean nothin'. I just wanted to touch her," Silas said, moping like a child behind Josh.
"May I have something to eat?" Jane said quickly in an attempt to change the subject.
To her dismay, a sly lewd smile swept over the faces of the three men.
"Honey, you'll get more than enough to eat tonight. When it gets dark and cool, we'll all just set down and have us a big feast together. Course, like everyone else, you'll have to work for your bread," he said with a knowing sneer that sent Silas and Buck into a peal of laughter behind her.
"Please give me something to eat now," Jane pleaded. "I'm sick. I haven't eaten for two days."
"Honey, this ain't no Lakeview Lodge," Josh waved her away and moved to the table. "Oh, give the spoiled little bitch a plate of grits," he said after a long moment as though on second thought. "But not a thing more and I mean that definite. I ain't runnin' no hotel."
It was completely daylight. Buck brought Jane a small dish of cold grits and then remained to guard her while Silas cleaned up the shack and Josh sat drinking in the corner of the room. Jane lay back on the cot, lost in her fear and hunger, and watched Silas move slow-faced about the cabin, picking up empty bottles and butts of thrown cigarettes. Outside, the cool North Carolina morning appeared magnificent in pale greys and yellows over the tops of nearby hills; a light mist drifted off treetops and settled in the meadow and, despite her resolve to protect herself constantly from the men, Jane fell into an exhausted deep sleep that was awakened by Buck standing in front of her.
"You been sleepin' for near two hours. Get outta bed and start helpin' us," he said.
Jane stretched, then suddenly came to life when she saw the dark glaring face of Buck in front of her. It took a moment until she realized where she was and who she was with to bring her to frightened consciousness.
"I have to go. I can't stay here any longer," she said with renewed desperation and raised herself weakly off the bed.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," the sharp voice of Josh reminded her from the other side of the room.
Jane peered at the bulky form of Josh hunched in a chair in the corner. He was a large powerfully built man with a ruddy face that exuded brute viciousness and a kind of animal cunning. She knew there was no hope of appealing to his better instincts for her own survival, yet she still sought a way to reach him.
"It doesn't matter to me what you're doing here," Jane began honestly.
"Yeah, but ya gotta stay," he cut her off immediately and stood looking at her. "We got some liquor that needs packing. A truck's comin' to pick up the stuff, and we can't take no chances with you runnin' around loose before we get it out."
Jane fell back down on the bed despondent. A few minutes later Buck and Silas returned to the cabin, carrying boxes they brought into the back room.
"Get back in there with Buck," Josh commanded after a moment. "He needs help cleanin' them bottles."
Jane stood up, a feeling of total helplessness sweeping over her. She was not only being held in the backwoods shack against her will, but now she was being ordered by the men to help them with their preparation of the shipment of illegal whisky. Josh directed her into a small back room where Buck stood over a pump and several buckets of water boiling on a wood stove. Dirty bottles were stacked on all the available table space and she watched as Buck plunged one empty container after another into the boiling water, setting the bottle on a table beside the sink.
"I-I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" she said half-heartedly.
"You just watch me for awhile," Buck said and pointed to the buckets. "You'll pick it up real quick."
Within a few minutes she was busy beside Buck at the sink, rinsing out bottles in hot water, then drying them and setting them on the table. She felt somewhat relieved by the monotonous activity and she put herself into the work completely, trying to forget where she was and whom she was with. Yet a constant nagging at the back of her consciousness made her increasingly uncomfortable as she thought of the coming night, and she began to think of escape. Buck would leave the room from time to time, and she saw several chances where it might have been possible to leap out the back window. A new fear added to her worries as she realized that her husband, Bob, was probably searching for her and she was afraid that he would come on the shack unaware; the men, who were armed, would certainly revert to violence if he appeared and she knew it would be best if she could get to him before he arrived.
Buck appeared with another batch of bottles. After setting them down, he looked at Jane bent over the sink and handed her a slice of ham between two pieces of bread. Jane turned to thank him, but the gruff look on his face seemed to preclude that, and she began to eat hurriedly without any comment.
"You like a cigarette?" he said afterwards and withdrew a pack from his shirt pocket.
Jane nodded her head and the stocky blonde man handed her a cigarette and lit hers and then his own. He was tired. Sweat ran down his face and dampened his work shirt over his chest and for the first time she saw him as a human being and not another backwoods criminal. She felt an odd sense of compassion for him that she couldn't quite explain to herself. Perhaps it was the fact that he was young and ignorant, and had been forced into his way of life by economic and social circumstances beyond his control. He had been kind to her during the last hour, and she knew that she needed at least one of these men to stand behind her when it came time for them to decide when she should be released.
"It's damn hot in here," Buck said, fanning himself. "Let's you and me sit out on the stoop for awhile."
It was hot. She enjoyed slipping out of the confines of the back room even for a moment as this gave her an opportunity to survey the terrain and decide her chances for escape. It would be difficult for her to maneuver, she knew; the stand of trees around the buildings were a good hundred yards off, and the men would have to be diverted from her before she could even consider making an attempt. Buck leaned down and lit another cigarette.
"It's very peaceful," she offered, trying to make pleasant conversation. "It must be lovely living out here away from the city."
Buck snorted, then looked at her quizzically. "I ain't never lived in the city. Ain't never thought about it, as a matter of fact."
His face changed expression for a moment, as though Jane's question had brought a reality to mind that he had thought about but rejected for some reason a long time ago. Then he stood up and said, "We send this stuff to the city. Big money in the syndicate. Not that ya know anything about that."
Jane laughed nervously and stubbed her cigarette out on the ground next to the stoop. Smoke rose from the brick chimney of the stone building in front of them, and beyond lazy summer clouds piled up over blue-green mountains. Yes, it was idyllic here, Jane thought to herself; with her husband here, in a completely different situation, she could see how she might be able to completely relax, but now, with Buck pacing anxiously in the yard in front of her, she was unable to release her mind from the immediate task of running away for even one instant. The other men were off somewhere and she felt relieved that she wasn't working with Silas whom she feared most of all three men. With his open-hanging mouth and bulging eyes, he was the most repulsive looking creature she had ever encountered and just remembering the crude interest he had already expressed in her body sent shivers of repugnance down her spine.
"What ya thinkin' about?" Buck said harshly. He was standing in the sunlight with a bottle in his hand, and suddenly Jane realized he was drinking again. "I don't want ya gettin' crazy ideas while them others is gone."
"I was just wondering how long it will be before they pick up your liquor," she said, looking across at him. "My husband must be worrying."
"Josh's the boss," Buck shrugged, drawing the bottle to his lips. "They'll probably come in a day or two, and he'll tell ya how soon ya can leave."
Jane turned on the stoop and looked with mounting tension back into the house. The rooms were empty. She gazed back across the muddied space and watched Buck, who stood with his head cocked and his eyes clouded with liquor, and then the thought came to her as she realized all that could happen to her alone with those men for several days: yes, she must make an escape. She would get him drunk; she would drink a little along with him until he was completely inebriated and then she would make her escape. But it would have to be quick since there was no telling how long Josh and Silas would be out of the house.
"Yes, I would like something to drink," she responded. "I'm quite thirsty."
Buck slid up on the back stairs to the shack beside her. "I see I ain't got no glass for ya. Ya better just sip it outta the bottle."
He wiped off the lip on his shirt and handed the bottle to Jane. "It ain't bad moonshine when ya figure we make it all out here," he remarked. "Downright good-tasting when ya drink the crap them boys is makin' on the other side of them hills."
Buck pointed off to the mountains but Jane was looking to a high bluff to the right of the cabin. She could see a wisp of smoke rising behind the hill and she supposed that was where Silas and Josh had gone earlier. It was a very large operation that she had imagined: the amount of bottles they had scalded testified to that, and the syndicate that Buck had mentioned pointed to the fact that much of the illegal liquor was being exported to the larger towns and cities in the area.
"Ain't ya gonna drink it?" Buck said anxiously. "Goddamn, it ain't gonna kill ya."
She raised the bottle to her lips, letting her mouth get accustomed to the metallic taste of the liquor. The whisky slid down her throat smoothly at first, then she felt a burning sensation as it struck her stomach and the aftertaste caught in her throat.
"God, it-it's s-strong," she coughed and leaned away from him. "It could kill a person."
"Hundred an' fifty proof! Takes awhile for city folks to get used to it."
Buck smiled, flashing a pair of white teeth, and for a moment Jane thought him almost handsome. He had green twinkling eyes and a chiseled face tanned by years in the sun. His forearms extending from rolled up shirt sleeves showed long sinewy muscles with not an inch of spare flesh below coarse sunbleached hairs that gave him a strong masculine appearance.
"Sure hate to go back into that heat," he said, thrusting his elbow towards the back room. "Sometimes it gets unbelievable hot workin' on the still. There ain't nothin' ya can do about it, though."
Jane sensed herself slowly warming to Buck sitting beside her. The gulp of whisky she had taken and the arduous work inside had lowered her defenses somewhat and for the first time in many hours she wasn't nervous. Through the slight daze that first taste of the strong alcohol had given her, she knew she must escape before Josh and Silas returned, yet she almost enjoyed this moment sitting in the sun with Buck. It seemed strange that they had both grown up within fifty miles of each other, had shared in many of the same southern traditions, and yet were as different as two people from opposite sides of the globe.
Buck stood up and raised the bottle to his lips. He closed his eyes and took several long gulps, then he lowered it down again and breathed a long deep sigh. "Whew, them fellas'll be back shortly. Why don't you and me finish this off before they come?"
Jane smiled to herself. It would only be a matter of time before he had drunk enough to be less aware of her moves; yet, the alcohol she had drank was already affecting her and she was less than certain that she could pretend she was drinking when she actually wasn't.
"I said drink it. There ain't nothin' wrong with this here corn liquor," he said, waving the bottle in front of her.
Jane raised the bottle again. This time it didn't taste as bitter, and she even felt a slight lift as the whiskey settled in her stomach.
"Ya ain't drinkin' it, I can tell. I mean take a long one," he said, hitching his fingers around his belt.
"I've really had enough," she complained, but took another long gulp. She knew she was hurting herself by obliging him and drinking since it would take three times as much to get him drunk as it would herself. Slightly dizzy, she considered pouring out some of the contents of the bottle when he wasn't looking, but he never seemed to take his eyes off her.
"Ya know, ya ain't too bad looking," Buck said suddenly.
"I've been watchin' you all afternoon, and I think you're real nice."
Despite herself, Jane felt her face grow crimson. She looked down at the smoothly downed tannedness of her legs and the full rounding curve of her firm young thighs and blushed again.
"Yeah," Buck sighed deeply. "I been lookin' at ya real close. You got pretty blond hair. I like it real long like that."
Unconsciously, Jane ran her hand through her hair, pulling it from in front of her breasts and letting it fall smoothly down her back. Somehow she did not feel disturbed at what Buck was saying to her, and she attributed this to the feeling of easy confidence the liquor was giving her and the fact that he had been rather kind and understanding toward her throughout the afternoon. Still, she wanted to divert his attention. She remembered how he had acted last night with the prostitute and the last thing she wanted was to be molested.
"I've often wondered what it would be like to live alone out in these hills," she said, looking toward the green thickness of trees surrounding the shack. "I've lived in the city so long, you know."
"It ain't nothin' you'd like," Buck said after a moment.
"Oh, I think I really would. There's something about the calm, the absolute quiet that keeps bringing me back. Before I was married, I was quite anxious to live in New York. I thought life was so dull in a small town in North Carolina, do you know what I mean?"
Buck sat quiet. Jane looked at him nervously, sensing that the liquor was making her talk too much. She pushed the bottle toward his hand, hoping that he would drink from it again. Yes, she did feel at ease with Buck and the only way she could explain it was that he was lonely too and needed a companion to confide in as she did.
"I never thought about it much until now," he said, drawing deeply on the whisky and setting the bottle on the stoop in front of them. "I don't know any of them things you're talking about. Since I was a little kid, alls I ever knew was work and more work. First it was for my pa cuttin' timber, then it was in the mill for ten years. Now it ain't much easier but I got more money."
Jane frowned and looked steadily toward him. She was a little worried about the strong effect the alcohol was taking on her, but at least she had gotten the man talking and drinking, and now the next step was for her to wait until he was distracted.
"This work ain't no good either," he continued. "There's all kinda trouble with Josh. He gets drunk and goes crazy. Then we all gets drunk like we did last night and he wants to fuss with the neighbors. One of them who complained about his wife being bothered disappeared about a month ago. I don't know nothin' about it, but I 'spect he's buried out there behind them trees."
Buck held up the bottle to Jane and she quickly took a drink. What he had just said frightened her, and her stomach seemed to sink as far as the dirt ground as she thought of Bob's possible arrival and what might happen to him if he tried to protect her from this group of mountain men. She took another swig and drew in on herself, grateful for the sensation of the liquor warming her slightly as it coursed through her veins. Yes, this was a world where the law of survival of the fittest still prevailed; there were rules, she knew, yet these rules were not those of so-called civilized society. And what frightened her most was the concept of justice these backwoods people maintained: courts of law were completely ignored in favor of the eye-for-an-eye vengeance that came out of a barrel of a gun. The outsider by his very nature was immediately condemned – as her own dilemma had profoundly demonstrated – and Bob would be brutalized as an intruder without a second thought.
"Like I was sayin'," Buck went on. "There ain't nothin' but some dirt farms and stills and lots of killin' around here. Folks get heated up and they let it come out real easy."
She flinched inwardly at these last words. He looked at her with a violent expression that matched the darkening of the summer cumulus overhead, and she pressed herself against the side of the door, moving her leg slightly away from him. Then she felt the touch of his hand on her thigh and she moved her leg, this time more abruptly and with more certainty toward the edge of the stoop.
"What ya gettin' so jumpy for?" he laughed, and placed the palm of his hand firmly on the dimpled area above her knee. "I could make things nice for ya."
Almost instinctively Jane reached for the bottle of whisky. Now she had an idea what he had been planning, but somehow she didn't really care, as long as she got him drunk enough to make her escape.
"You're just like the rest of them Yankees. Ya say you're from the South, but ya talk like a furrener to me."
The touch of his hand on her leg was disconcerting at first, but she knew she had better not protest and after some moments she found herself adjusting to the feeling of it placed warmly on her lower thigh and she did not protest. She drank when he asked her to drink, and even smiled as he related to her the details of an unhappy childhood and a broken marriage. It was amazing how much a person could endure, given the circumstances, she thought; she even admitted that she liked Buck, that she felt somehow endeared to him because of their backgrounds and especially because of his unhappy marriage. Her own relationship with her husband was nothing admirable, she knew, and Bob's vicious rape of her by the lake was in its own right no less violent than the way the men were treating her here.
Buck handed the bottle to Jane and she drank from it again.
"I don't want any more," she said with a slight slur. "It's too strong, I can't drink too much of it."
"Ya hardly made a Goddam dent in the bottle," he responded. Then laughed and moved his palm softly up and down the smoothness of her thigh. The liquor she had drunk had dulled her senses somewhat, and instead of rejecting him she felt drawn to the reassuring feel of his hand against her warmly tingling skin.
"Why don't we just forget them bottles inside," he said. "I just like sitting here with you. I said I'd help you before and I meant it. You just gotta cooperate a little."
Jane jerked back startled for an instant, then she pulled closer to Buck, knowing what his words implied and how she must deal with him. Just a little more time, she thought, and he would be drunk. His hot breath caressed her shoulder and his hand slid closer to the edge of her tight dress. Yes, she must make her get away as soon as possible. She couldn't imagine herself performing with all the men like the whore the evening before.
Buck stood up abruptly and grasped Jane by the hand. "Let's you and me take a little walk," he said and smiled strongly. "You like these here woods. Let me show ya some of our property, as ya might call it."
Then they were walking across the muddied turf of the backyard, moving on past the stone house and the clump of trees. The alcohol had had some effect on her balance and once her hips swayed toward him and nudged him in the side, and she cringed as he came closer to her, slinging his arm around her back. The trees seemed to close over their heads in a slowly darkening archway and above the green ceiling of leaves she could almost feel the sky darken and a wedge of clouds press down on the hills.
Then they were in a clearing, and Buck released his hand and dropped softly on the grass. He smiled at her. He still had the whisky with him and she watched as he sucked from the bottle as though he were a child at his mother's breast. Then he gestured for her to sit down beside him. "C'mon," he said in an almost high-pitched voice. "I ain't gonna eat ya up."
Jane straightened in front of him and pressed her hands down flat on her stomach. Yes, she really liked this man even though she had watched him perform dreadful perverted acts only hours before. She felt his eyes glisten up at her and she was suddenly aware of the beauty of her own body. The way Bob had treated her, she had never sensed her own loveliness as she did now. Yes, Bob had been courtly and had tried to make her feel like a woman; but this was very much different: now she was confronted with someone who was willing to risk his own safety, as Buck had done when he fed her, just to touch her, just to show that he understood and cared.
"I said come on and sit down here. I ain't gonna bite ya," Buck laughed and turned, propping his elbow on the grass.
"I'd rather stand, thank you," Jane answered. "It looks awfully damp on the ground."
Buck stretched and smiled at her again. He began undoing the buttons to his shirt until the entire breadth of his chest and muscular belly were exposed. He pulled his shirttails from beneath his trousers and took the shirt off, placing it beside him on the ground. Then he lay his hand on the blue denim material, gesturing again for her to sit down beside him.
"No," she said, more positive in her assertion. "I just can't. Look, you're getting your shirt dirty leaving it there on the grass."
She reached down and handed Buck his shirt. He took it in his hands, rolled it into a ball and threw it behind Jane, glaring angrily up at the girl as though he had been deeply hurt.
Jane watched him shift his eyes from the long smoothly curving length of her legs into the arc of trees behind. He reminded her a little of Bob, with his boyish grin and the self-conscious way he pushed a lock of sandy hair from his forehead. Even Buck's anger was reminiscent of the way Bob had acted when he grew angry with her: there was the childish pout, and the slight tilt of the head away from her indicating disapproval; and there were the squinting eyes that tried to appear unconcerned by focussing on a distant object, although they flicked from time to time to her face to see if that consciously posed anger were registering on her. Yes, they were very much alike, she thought, and she suddenly yearned to be close to Bob, even though she knew he was miles from her at this moment.
Buck sat up and set the half-empty bottle between his legs. "I know what you're thinking. You're wonderin' if that husband of yours'll show up," he said. "This place ain't the easiest to get to, and I guess it'd be best if he didn't find ya. Josh bein' a little trigger-crazy with that shotgun of his."
He sipped from the bottle for a long time, and Jane took this moment to appraise her chances for escape. It began to look less and less likely that he would get stumbling drunk; but the closeness of the trees afforded her access to the woods more readily than when she was at the house. They were about two-hundred yards into the pine-forest, and she could see a sharp abutment of rock a short distance from the clearing. She had spent enough time in the North Carolina foothills to know that most large out-croppings of rock hid limestone caves – and it was there, she knew, that she might hide herself. But all of this was a matter of chance. Buck was seated in front of her with his eyes riveted lewdly upon her young body, and aside from an obscene curl at the lips and a kind of dazed leer, he seemed perfectly sober.
"And like I said," he spoke harshly, and dragged from his cigarette. "There ain't no way your old man is gonna find ya here. So ya might as well make yourself comfortable. Don't that seem right? Just look at yourself getting all edgy, when ya could be havin' a real nice time…"
Jane shifted her weight and stared down hard at him. A gust of wind rippled through her long hair and pressed the material of her cotton dress against the smoothly curving outline of her breasts. She stood up to her full height, running her hands down her tensed ribcage; yes, there was no doubt what he had been planning to do to her all afternoon. Now it was a matter of a struggle between their opposing wills as he bargained for her body with the promise that he would help her to escape, and she waited for the approaching moment when he was drunk enough to run away from him… if that moment ever came.
"Here, drink this," he slurred, "It'll warm ya up. Getting a might chilly, wouldn't ya say?"
She drank again. The liquor tasted mellow and warm going down, and she felt more than just lighthearted now; yes, she was becoming quite drunk, and that was good, she thought, since she was still shaking at what lay ahead.
Another sharp gust of wind ruffled the trees. She handed the bottle to him, then started back when she realized that the front of her dress had come undone – probably from her struggle through the woods last night – exposing the large naked orbs of her breasts all the way down to their barely-clad nipples. Slowly, Buck closed and opened his eyes, his pupils clouding over in obvious lust. He set the bottle down beside him, then ran his hand down his bared chest, thrusting a thumb below his belt toward his crotch.
"Ya know, you look better and better all the time," he said softly.
She stumbled back shaking as he coursed his eyes down the entire length of her sensuously opulent body. Her dress had blown partially open and she was conscious of one white dove-like breast splayed part-way out the gape in the material. She tried to button her dress and still keep an eye on Buck who had placed one hand on his thigh and was moving his fingers suggestively toward his crotch.
"Now, honey, there ain't no need to button it," he said, breathing deeply. "We's all friends here."
"I-I want to go back to the house," she cried out. "Please, don't act like that."
Buck laughed and raised himself slowly. Jane couldn't help but see the long bulge of his passion protruding from beneath his pants. She turned her head from the lewd display and looked him angrily in the face. But the directness of her gaze seemed to have no effect on him; his breathing grew more heavy and his face gloated with an obscene excitement.
"Please," Jane cried out, still clutching the exposed whiteness of her breast. "Please don't do anything to me."
"There ain't nothin' that I'll do that you won't like," he said hoarsely. "I just wanta touch that sweet little tit of yours."
Then he was up on two feet and staggering across the grass toward her.
"Stop," she screamed. "Let's talk a minute."
He stood only an arm's length away from her, his eyes running from the softly downed smoothness of her breast to the lush vee of her groin clad seductively in the clinging material of her summer dress.
"There ain't nothing to talk about. You know that," he shrugged. "I thought you and me might work out a deal. Like I said, I'm just a man and I gotta be satisfied. I know you like me, I can tell by the way you was acting."
"Yes, I do like you," she said, and blushed uncontrollably. "But there are lots of ways a person can express their affection. Do you understand that, Buck?"
"I don't understand nothin'," he said, slapping the top of his head in frustration. "I understand I like your pretty hips and I wanta suck them titties. That's all I wanta know."
Jane felt relieved for a moment. At least she had gotten him talking, and had made him comprehend that she did not want to be treated just as an object of lust and nothing more. He looked puzzled and moved back to the bottle and lifted it off the ground. He took one long swig and then another, and Jane began inching away from him again. Now that she had bought some time she meant to use it prudently. It was confusing and almost painful to have to deal with him like this, but the others would be returning shortly and if she were to make her break the moment had to be now.
"I always wanted somethin' like you," he said thoughtfully, setting the bottle down and lighting a cigarette. "I get girls, but they ain't nothin. Just tramps ya pick up in Calder on Saturday night. Me, I want somethin' special, somethin that makes me feel like a man."
Against her resolve, she warmed to him. There was something brutally honest about Buck that she liked. There was no surface gloss, no shallow sophistication – only a direct assertion of his needs that had been perverted by a society that had passed him by and left him in another more primitive world, a forgotten century where men fought like animals to attain what they got, and battled more viciously to defend their meager holdings.
"Yeah, they ain't no cause for me to carry on like this," he smiled, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Ya know what I been talkin' about and now I want ya to put out for me."
Then he was lurching across the grass towards her. She spun around and directed her eyes into the woods and began to run. The distance between the clearing and bushes was greater than she had first imagined, and she felt her heart beat violently in her chest as she dug her feet into the soil. She could hear him panting behind her, and she turned her head to see his burly form reared up a few yards away, his hands outstretched and clutching wildly.
"Just wait til I get you, you bitch," he screamed. "Man, am I gonna fuck those big hot tits right off 'a you!"
She rushed on, the wind driving against her tear-streaked face, and still he was behind her, staggering and falling like a clumsy bear lumbering with drunken persistence. Now she had reached the bushes. Low hanging branches thwacked her face and tangled her hair, ripping the material of her dress. She tripped, losing her balance for a moment, then pressed on into denser foliage. A maze of razor-sharp leaves struck her face, and she pushed the branches aside, running into thicker branches that slowed her down. Behind she could hear Buck crashing through the brush, his voice crying out. Through the thicket she saw him heading off to the right into a clump of saplings well off her path. She rested, panting with deep painful gasps and attempting to regain her breath. He had lost her momentarily, and she paused, hoping he'd exhaust his strength before he caught her trail again.
She pushed the thick screen of brush aside and headed toward the rock precipice not more than a hundred feet in front of her. Then she made her misstep, falling across a stump and raising a racket as she lifted up and struck her head on dead overhanging pine branches that came down with a seething rush on top of her.
"You Goddam little bitch," she heard coming closer, and she beat the thicket of brush off of her and broke into the open again. Buck was behind where she had fallen, and she had some distance to go before she reached the cliffs.
"I'm gonna put my cock in your pussy deeper than your husband ever did, honey," he roared. "And man, it's gonna feel real good up in that hot little belly of yours!"
His obscene shouts drove her forth with more energy than she knew she had. She had misjudged his position, thinking he was directly behind, and she saw him bursting through a triangle of green to the side and she changed direction. Her movement had slowed her down as she turned and measured his distance from her, and she tripped and fell, the full milky whiteness of her breasts nakedly spilling out of her blouse when she struggled to raise herself again.
"Gol-lee, them titties sure look good," Buck hissed, coming at her through the open space of grass.
He was only a few feet away from her now. She put forth a violent burst of energy, spinning around when his opening and closing hand sprung out in an attempt to grab her leg. At such close distance she could see the veins puffed out on his face and the twisting clench of his mouth straining with total effort. His face was bestial looking, inflated into a maddening leer by the alcohol he had consumed and his mounting lust, and she shuddered as he fell down onto the soft pile of leaves beside her, grabbing her arm.
She slid slowly backwards on her buttocks across the open patch of ground, and his hand tightened on her arm. There was no place else to go, she could move no further. They were sitting in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by trees. There was no shade here, and Jane noticed that her bare trembling thighs were smudged with dirt, and small beads of sweat covered his forehead. Her own hair was damp with perspiration and she lifted a loosely falling lock from an eye with a free arm, feeling the tension in her muscles relax. There was no use struggling against his superior strength anymore; the battle was over and she had lost… lost everything!
For an endless moment they stared at each other through the sun and dirt. The crazily maddening look of lust on his face had been replaced by an expression of confusion, as though he also were shocked at the lengths he had gone to in bringing her to this position of subjugation before him. He almost looked frightened, as though their struggle and the predatory emotion she had brought out in him, were primitive, even by his standards. But then, like a man who had decided what he should do, he resumed his threatening expression and fumbled for something in his pocket.
Jane's eyes bulged in disbelief when he pulled a knife from his pants. It didn't seem possible that this was happening to her. Once again, she had the feeling of standing outside herself, looking at the two of them objectively, and she waited like a spectator at a play for the curtain to drop, ending the drama. But it didn't. The knife was sunk in a long leather sheath, and, keeping his fingers dug in her arm, he fumbled to loosen it with his free hand. He snapped the clasp with his thumb and the leather covering sheath nudged slowly downward until it fell abruptly to the ground, raising a feeble swirl of dust. For another long moment, they both studied the long silver blade extending fiercely from his hand and glinting threateningly into the sun.
Still watching her closely with a menacing expression on his face, he released her arm and slowly stood up. "Get up on your feet," he commanded down at her.
Jane rose on wildly shaking knees to her feet, and once again he stepped closer and grabbed her by the arm but with such a light touch that it almost seemed for a second that he was helping her. He stepped behind her, wrenching the arm with him, and pointed to the brush ahead. He was close enough that Jane could feel his hot breath on her neck and see in her mind's eye the glinting of the knife at her back, and she stepped forward without hesitation.
Together they stumbled a path to the trees like hopelessly uncoordinated Siamese twins. Jane moved as best she could; her heart had stopped pounding and she no longer felt any particular fear. She didn't believe he was actually going to use the knife to kill her, it was merely a symbol of how much he wanted her and how determined he was to take her. Instead, her mind slipped into a dazed condition of shock; as though in a dream, she accepted what she had to do and the only thing she looked forward to was getting it over with. She heaved with relief as they stepped into the shade. He nudged her forward until they stood next to a tree, then spun her around until she faced him.
"Strip off your clothes for me," he said, still holding her arm, but stepping back a bit to give her room.
Jane undid the last remaining button on her dress, pulled it from her shoulders and then, after an undecided moment, threw it quickly to the side of the small open space where it caught on a bush like something hung out to dry. She reached for her shoes, and stumbling awkwardly while he held her up by the arm, bent over to pull them from her delicately curving ankles. Glancing up with one last plea for mercy on her face, she saw his eyes catch on the exposure of the deep cleavage between her breasts and the expression on his face soften with lust. The shoes fell to the ground and he kicked them to the side with furious energy, his free hand reaching out with desperate hurry and undoing the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the ground between their feet, and, in too much of a hurry to bother now he left it there, moving his hands hurriedly down to the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them down her deeply heaving stomach, and then, with more rapidly mounting urgency, down her long tanned delicately tapering thighs and calves. With one long sweeping glance, his eyes raced across every inch of her lusciously curving naked body, and he gulped hard in disbelief at the feast awaiting him.
"Lie down on your back," he said and pointed to a soft, thick patch of grass under the tree.
His arm still held her tightly as she stepped backward and sank onto the ground until she lay beneath him totally naked. Then he let her go and she looked up at him standing over her, one foot straddling each side of her waist, his face swollen and his eyes glazing over with passion. Jane started abruptly as he stepped backward and dropped to his knees between her legs, pushing her knees far apart. The sharply gleaming knife in his right hand settled across her belly, his other hand jerking one leg further out. Jane took one last look at the light blue sky barely evident in splotches through the heavy thickness of the overhanging trees and then shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the first painfully searing rush of his burgeoning cock entering her.
She felt his fingers stroke softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs – then she cringed as she felt his fingers slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her open cuntal furrow apart. A warm gush of air rushed over the splayed out genitals and Jane shuddered with humiliation and shame as she realized that the softly parting flanges were wet, proof of her own unconscious attraction to him and giving him further encouragement. One finger stroked the hotly straining little bud of her clitoris for an endless moment, then worked its way down the length of the narrow wet slit, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her vagina, and into the crevice of her helplessly squirming buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably down against the softness of the grass, low mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her clenched teeth.
"Oooooh!" she jerked as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. She jerked her torso up on her elbows and gazed down in shocked disbelief at his lust-incited face sliding into the soft curling pubic fleece on the splayed out lips of her cunt. "Oh God, please. Please don't do that to me. No one has ever licked me down there before!"
"Shut up," he growled and lowered his head, greedily flicking the tip of his saliva-moistened tongue into the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his warmly stroking tongue the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her violently clenching vagina, up over the fluted pink edges of her cuntal lips and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. Jane whimpered and groaned in protest, but the silvery flashing knife on her nude stomach restrained her from squirming backwards. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the forbidden sensation that throbbed hotly now up between her legs. Buck's free hand dug harshly into her wildly heaving abdomen, curling around her bare mid-section and rising up the straining ridges of her ribcage to her swollen ripe breasts. His hand cupped the soft resilient mounds, trapping the sensitively hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger; squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips.
"Please stop," she protested and flailed her head from side to side, knowing all the while it was useless. He didn't even bother to answer; his only response was a sudden pressure of the flat of the knife against the cream-white flesh of her vulnerable belly.
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the grass as the hot searing tongue shot out, its softly flicking tip moving teasingly to the warmly palpitating opening of her pussy. He pressed his mouth directly over the tight little hole and ran his tongue over the soft, hair rimmed portals. Weird erotic pictures of how she must look, naked with her legs spread wide, began to flow through her dazed mind that was sinking to the dim edges of consciousness from all the shock, alcohol, and sun. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from her and causing her smooth inner thighs to close convulsively around either side of his moving head. She could feel her wet flesh slip moistly over his long extended tongue as the moistening walls of her lewdly invaded vagina opened and closed in an involuntary, hungry little sucking motion around its obscenely teasing thickness.
"Oh, God," she groaned in spite of herself as Buck's free hand left her breast to trail slow teasing paths down the soft unresisting belly and insert itself thrillingly into the pubic hair rising from the base of her pelvis. It stroked the soft curls for a moment and suddenly smoothed down into the moist ready slit between her legs, scraping gently at the tiny pleasure-bud and sending it springing into hotly quivering life. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her and her heels pushed down into the ground and every muscle in her body tensed as she strained to control the desire to lift her hips upward toward that hot maddening probe between her legs. She had never known anything like this feeling before or had expected that it could be like this.
It feels so good, she inwardly swooned, and I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to.
Her smoothly gyrating buttocks lifted upwards and she began involuntarily screwing her hips in small tiny accommodating circles around the flicking tongue in her warmly throbbing vagina. Her parted legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was plunging gluttonously into her wildly sucking hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she reached forward suddenly and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair. A last conscious thought of her husband, Bob, and the forbidden adultery she was being forced to commit with this complete stranger flickered through her mind and then diffused into nothingness between the lewdly tingling bursts of joy that throbbed and tore through her tongue-filled cunt until she thought her entire body was going to explode asunder.
"Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned, splaying her obscenely stiffening legs wider and wider to give him greater access.
"Now I want you to do the same for me," he grunted and lifted up his head.
Jane's mood of arousal shattered into thousands of tiny frustrated pieces and once again she raised herself to her elbows, the narrow hazy slits of her lust-smoked eyes widening in shock as Buck removed his legs from between her thighs, and positioning them on the sides of her body, began slowly inching up her torso toward her face. He stopped, his knees widely splayed out, just above her breasts, and she thought her eyes would bulge out of her head as he began undoing his zipper above her face. She watched in utter fear and horror, fully cognizant now of what was coming, as the loosened cloth flapped out to the sides and, with one urgent movement, he slid his shorts and pants down to his knees. His fingers seemed to tremble slightly in his excitement, causing the knife clutched in one hand to waver crazily in the sun. Jane's breath caught in her throat as his long rubberily pulsing length sprung upwards and loomed out from his stomach, the round rubbery head already moistly glistening and swelling as it aimed toward her mouth. She had never seen a man's cock this close and it seemed absolutely huge, the rounded smoothness at the top already covered with whitely-seeping moisture as it flicked in front of her lips. A silent plea for sympathy in her eyes, Jane's gaze traveled slowly up the lewdly menacing form knelt over her. His chest was half-soaked with sweat from his earlier efforts between her legs, then she came to his face that was flushed with pleasure at her frightened response to his huge menacing organ. He leered down at her above his wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Jane's trembling body into inert stillness. She lay immobile, a trapped prey before a stalking animal, the realization that there was no escape sinking in. His hand drew back the heavy foreskin and the thick turgid head popped out.
"Suck it into your mouth," he muttered between heavily grimacing teeth.
For a long moment, Jane remained in stunned silence. "N-no. I can't. I've never done that to a man before."
The blade in his hand flashed through the air until it lay flat against the side of her head, pressing against her softly cascading hair. Her heart stopped as the razor-like blade twisted only slightly and a few long strands fell over the delicate tanned curve of her upper arm and wafted to the ground.
"Put your hand around it and guide it into your mouth," he said in a menacing impatient tone.
Jane shuddered – torn between the hot desire still scorching her softly throbbing vagina down between her thighs and the quick twinge of fear and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She bent her head, tears of shame streaming down her face.
"Suck my dick, and hurry up about it," he shouted angrily, sliding the knife from her hair until the cold blade tipped her cheek.
Slowly Jane reached upwards and placed her hand at the thick base of his cock where it soared up from the curling blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She enclosed it between her thumb and forefinger until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the gentle softness of her lips, already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from his rapidly rising excitement. She couldn't do it – her mind raced: Oh God, she just couldn't! She bent forward and trying her best to prolong the ultimate indignity of taking his penis into her mouth, ran her tongue down the juncture between his thighs and groin, then moved to his belly and licked at his navel, running her tongue hotly around it until she felt his stomach begin to heave above her and she hoped he would lose control and, the lewd words raced through her mind, shoot out his cum before she had to lick him. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved softly over his abdomen. Steeling her nerves, she let her hands drop to the thick base of the huge erected cock and she cupped his smoothly soft testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.
"Ooooh God, close your lips around it and suck it now, baby," she heard him groan above her and jerk his loins forward until the large redly throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips.
Still she resisted, in desperate hopes that he would cum now, and she began planting moist warm kisses around, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back to the tip again. He placed his hand around the huge fleshy thickness and rubbed the wet lubricated head demandingly against her tightly clenched lips. She had played longer than she should have and, aware now that she didn't want to open them, he suddenly reached forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly together. She fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side on the grass in desperation until with a sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. She squirmed her body backward beneath his straddly legs, but he followed her and the thick spongy head wormed hotly inside, crushing through her moistly glistening lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and on into the wet saliva of her mouth.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking and tears of humiliation ran from her cheeks down her neck. She could feel the spongy stiff substance rub the full length of her tongue, almost imbedding itself in her throat. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Buck's great fleshy rod, now protruding banana-like from her tightly ovalling lips.
"Tighten your lips around it and begin to suck, baby," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.
Jane began sucking to end it; she didn't know much about pleasing a man, but she worked hard to learn in her desire to make him cum as soon as possible. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the gland at the end and darted wetly into it. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the hotly jerking instrument and, raising her head from the grass, swirled her tongue around and around the rhythmically throbbing shaft. Her dazed and tortured mind began to reel with images of that whore they called Peggy, sucking Josh's cock last night. And then, the very hopelessness of her position and the masochistic joy of being used, used like she, too, was a whore, brought tiny strange ripples of fire through her tattered nerves. Buck groaned and whimpered above her in increasing frenzy and she found to her surprise that it excited her. She contracted the moistly clinging walls of her mouth tightly around the surging instrument and began sucking as hard as she could, beginning a slow rhythmic rotation of her tongue around the rapidly pulsing shaft that seemed to grow forever and ever.
She found that different movements of her tongue excited him in new and surprising ways: she would flutter it just below the base of the head of his cock, and he would groan and increase his breathing, wrenching his madly writhing buttocks until almost the whole length of his prick was wormed into her swallowing mouth; or, she would lick her tongue from the base to the warmly pulsating little slit in the tip and push in and suck with her lips in this sensitive spot until he dug his fingers with inflamed lust into her neck.
Suddenly Buck groaned and slithered the cock out of her mouth like a prisoner being subjected to torture. "I want to screw you now. I'm going to fuck you til those big hot tits of yours fall right off!" he hissed and began moving quickly down her torso.
"Oh, God, Buck, I can't. I told you I can't," Jane protested uselessly as she felt him drop to his knees between her thighs.
She felt him shift his weight, and run his hand down the sheer softness of her creamily smooth abdomen, pausing a moment as though in deep concentration.
"Goddam, ya already liked sucking it," he said, his eyes falling on the lust-pinkened aureoles of her nipples. "I'm gonna stick it in real slow-like, and just wait and see how ya like it."
She flinched vainly away from him for a moment, more in a gesture of dutiful rejection that was directed by her waning conscience than through any real desire to have the pleasure cease. The liquor that she had drunk had more than weakened her frail defenses against this man she really felt attracted to, and the last few hours had brought her to the point where she was almost ready to abandon those defenses completely.
"Reach down and put it in your pussy," he panted, running his hand down from her lower belly to the moistly glistening cuntal sheath below.
"Don't you understand?" she whimpered softly.
"I don't understand nothin'," he retorted, and reached down himself and placed the blunt head against the tightly quivering lips, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fright brimming her eyes. She felt its warmly throbbing head begin a slow prodding and working against the moistly dilating lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the resisting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender lips of her vagina were being puffed asunder – then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and Buck's long thick cock slithering into her hot throbbing passage like the angling trunk of a tree. The heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her thighs, pressing her buttocks with brutal force down into the softly tickling grass.
"Don't. Oh, no please," she strangled through tightly clenched teeth. Her vaginal passage was on fire. The great cock penetrating it felt like a warm swirling drill tunneling deep into her belly, boring with steadily pulsing force toward the hotly cringing recesses of her womb. Jane struggled, pulling back her legs and twisting her obscenely grinding buttocks about wildly to escape the cruel punishment, but it was no use. Buck had skewered into her to the hilt, and she was stuck on his cock like a prisoner impaled on a thick, unyielding instrument of torture. Her lips opened and closed, sputtering out incoherent admonitions for him to stop, but he continued on in lustful defiance of her pleas, thrusting up farther and farther until it felt as though he had penetrated all the way to her breasts. Her arms flailed against the ground, small swirls of dust arising in the heat.
She lay there limply while Buck began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the softly clasping confines of her vagina. Once again she recalled last night and the image of Sammie's cock skewering into the other girl's hungrily devouring cunt, and she wondered if it had felt like this to the young prostitute. Then she thought back to her husband and the equally brutal ravishment he had subjected her to even earlier. It began to seem that everyone but she was succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and venting their lust in any way they could. Peggy, her husband – all of them, were getting their "kicks", so to speak, and her only part in it was to be the victim.
Gradually, the pain eased and she began to feel an odd masochistic pleasure ripple through her lower torso and pulse through the lewdly stiffening nipples of her breasts. Only, this time she didn't fight it off. She began to move, tentatively at first, and then more forcefully as she discovered the unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure continued. She began to undulate her smoothly rounded buttocks lasciviously around in tiny accepting circles, rhythmically nibbling her cuntal opening like a small sucking mouth up the long thick shaft of his cock. Yes, she wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to feel everything the others had done and more. It was no longer a matter of being manipulated for the sole enjoyment of another. Now she wanted to be fucked and she wanted to fuck back; words like screw and suck and cock drifted through her alcohol dazed mind, and she fluttered her hands back and locked them tightly behind his rapidly pumping buttocks.
"Oh God, Buck, fuck my cunt," she breathed suddenly back at him. "I like it, I like it, go on, go on and fuck it!"
Falling over her supine body, Buck gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. His eyes flickered for a moment in surprise as Jane's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of hopeless lust. She spread her thighs wider and lifted her smoothly gyrating buttocks, hungrily following the movement of his grinding loins with every stroke. She moaned incoherently and wound her long shapely legs around his hips as he thrust his sperm-bloated cock deeper and deeper into her. The wetly glistening plane of her crotch was presented up to his hard driving pelvis as a bound maiden in sacrificial offering, and he plunged his burgeoning pole into it harder and harder, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in ripples and waves before its cruelly searching head. The greedy moist walls of her inner cunt clasped around the huge throbbing instrument hungrily, churning and sucking in wetly to devour its length to the hilt.
"Oh God, screw me, fuck it harder. Give it to meee," she begged, gasping heavily for breath beneath him.
She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed tight in the splayed out flesh of her thighs as he strove deep inside her, the rough material of his pants digging harshly into the tops of her knees. The bushy springy pubic hair around the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her legs and she groaned at the feeling of his balls smacking lushly into the wetly upraised crevice of her buttocks. She was approaching orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted spasmodically around under him, spreading her tensed legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging spur-like into his plunging hard-muscled buttocks.
There was nothing else that mattered now, nothing else but the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control.
"Goddamit, my pants, help me out of my pants," he gasped frantically in her hair.
How it exactly happened she wasn't able to recall later. There was just the hurried rustle of their two pairs of hands tearing the pants from his still half-dressed body, then the feeling of naked flesh against completely naked flesh. She groaned in relief as once again the thick expanding cock ground its way back up into her waiting vagina, slowly worming up inside her to the hilt until their bellies smacked against each other, crotch grinding against crotch. The cords in her neck suddenly tightened and her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth open in abandoned ecstasy.
"I'm cumming, Buck… Oh God, I'm cumming!" she sobbed out in a voice helpless with passion. Her hands darted behind his violently driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. Her cum juice flowed down the crevice of his buttocks and flooded his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.
Above her, Buck groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her warmly dilating womb, mixing with the juices still flowing hotly in unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly bouncing ass. Her head whirled in sensuality as the hot powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its surging whiteness. The hot fleshy walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth. Then Jane's firm young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely around Buck's sweat-soaked asscheeks as he relaxed limply over her spread-eagled form.
He lay on top of her for a long time, heaving deeply, and throbbing out the last of his sperm up inside her and then rolled onto his back in the grass beside her.
"I never had such a good fuck from a woman," he said softly after a moment, lifting himself onto one elbow and grinning down at her.
"Neither did I," Jane smiled back, wishing she could explain to him how true that was and how much he had changed her. Instead, she sat up laughing and reached for his shirt, tenderly wiping the sweat from his forehead. For a moment, both of their eyes caught on the knife gleaming uselessly in the grass several feet away, and they laughed. At some point he must have thrown it aside, she smiled to herself, but she couldn't even remember when…