Gayle Wayland studied herself in her bedroom mirror. She had grown a little plumper after three years of marriage. She still wasn't plump enough to be called fat or unattractive but probably in another few years she would be.
"Damn," Gayle said.
She left her bedroom and hurried downstairs. Her bags were packed and placed near the front door. In another few minutes Alan Payne would be stopping for her.
She went out the back door where her husband was working on another of his old cars.
"It's almost time for me to leave," Gayle said.
"Is it?" Richard asked.
"Well have a good time."
Inwardly Gayle cursed again. Most husbands would have been upset if their wife went on a three-day field-trip to the mountains. Especially if one of her college classmates, tall, good-looking Alan Payne, was the one she was sharing a car with.
But not Richard. The only thing that ever upset Richard was if he couldn't get a special part for the car he was working on. He never worried about Gayle.
She heard a car drive into the front yard and Gayle knelt beside her husband and kissed him good-bye. He gave her only a muttered response and went back to work on his car.
Alan was ringing the doorbell when she went back into the house. She opened the front door and he smiled at her. He was a truly handsome boy. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He also played football and there were muscles all over him.
"Are you ready?" Alan asked.
"Sure," Gayle said. "Let's go."
She started to pick up her bags but Alan brushed her hand away. He picked up her two heavy bags easily, with little strain.
"I'll carry them," he said.
She walked ahead of him to the car. She could feel his dark eyes on her. She had thought a lot about what to wear on the field-trip. She'd decided a dress would be a little too formal and shorts a little less formal than she wanted. She'd decided on a pants suit. Now she wished she'd gotten the pants a little less tight for she could feel his eyes on her jiggling asscheeks.
She opened the back seat and he swung the bags inside.
"I'm glad you decided to ride up with me," Alan said. "It's a boring ride by yourself."
"It would have been stupid with both of us driving," Gayle said. "I only wish he could have gotten some of the others to ride along with us."
"Do you?" Alan asked.
She looked up into his teasing eyes and felt herself shudder. Yes, she certainly did wish she'd gotten some of the others to ride with them. It wasn't that she didn't feel like she could handle Alan. She knew Alan was a perfect gentleman. Perhaps it was fear that she couldn't handle herself. Alan was so strong, so masculine, and made no mystery about the fact that he was interested in her.
"Of course," she said.
Alan got into the driver's seat and she slipped in beside him. She didn't get too close, but she still felt a little weak being so near him. She could see little black hairs curling out from the top of his shirt and she wondered if his chest was matted with them.
Alan started the car and drove out of their driveway.
"Why'd you decide to come with me?" Alan asked suddenly.
"I told you," Gayle said. "I thought that it would be stupid for both of us to drive. I talked to Richard and he agreed."
"Well I sure wouldn't have if I was your husband," Alan said. "I'd be damned if I'd let a good-looking woman like you go off alone."
"Alan," Gayle protested, "Richard and I have a good and trusting relationship."
"Shit," Alan said.
Gayle became silent. She could feel the flush of pleasure caused by Alan's compliment. Gayle had seen the girls that Alan went around with. Sweet, young things with perfect bodies and hair hanging down to their asses.
"Besides," Gayle said. "With all the good looking girls around today nobody's going to look at an old woman like me."
"You're just fishing for another compliment," Alan said. "And I'll bite. I think you're a damn fine-looking woman and I think you'd better be careful that you don't get bundled off to bed on this field-trip. I know a couple of guys who have their eyes on you."
"Really?" Gayle questioned.
She had not really wanted to ask that, but it had somehow popped out. She had to admit that she was excited by his compliments and the fact that other of her classmates were interested in her.
"Sure," Alan said. "Lots of guys."
Suddenly Alan turned the car off the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He turned the motor off and turned to face Gayle.
"What are you stopping for?" Gayle asked.
"Because I'm one of the guys," Alan said.
Gayle was suddenly very afraid. There was lust and longing in Alan's eyes but it wasn't Alan she was afraid of. She knew that Alan would never force her. It was herself she was most afraid of. Afraid of the need that was heating her thighs and making her nipples hard.
"Alan," she said. "Pull the car back onto the road."
"Sure," he said. "If it's what you really want. But first, let me have just one kiss."
"No," she said. "It's not right. Put the car back onto the road."
She was still protesting as his strong hand clamped down on the back of her head. She had no strength to move her head as he slowly drew her to him. His lips touched hers and not as brutally as she'd expected, but softly and caressingly. He bent his head and touched his lips to the soft white of her throat.
"No," she said. "It's not right, Alan. Please. It's not right."
He continued kissing her throat and one hand began to caress her shoulder through her blouse. Gayle knew she had to stop it now, or she'd be lost. Another few minutes and she would no longer be able to control herself.
"No, Goddamn it," she whispered, and tried once more to push him away.
His hand dropped to caress one of her full tits and she knew she couldn't fight him any more.
"Let me see them," he pleaded. "I want to see your titties. I've always wanted to see them."
"Yes," she agreed, falling softly into his arms. "See them, feel them, touch them, taste them – I don't care."
His nervous fingers fumbled at her blouse. She finally had to help him get the buttons undone. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Her huge tits were covered by a flimsy red bra. He seemed feverish as he unsnapped the bra, and practically tore it off her. He dropped it in the back seat. For the first time a man other than her husband was feasting his eyes on Gayle's tits.
"Do you like them?" Gayle asked.
"I love them," he whispered. "They're beautiful. A man could love them all day long."
He dropped his head to her flesh and sucked one of her rosy-red nipples into his mouth. She arched her back and gave him more. She loved it. She loved the thrills that were running through her. She loved the feeling of heat that was overpowering her.
He moved his hands down to cup her ass and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the inside of her thighs. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him naked against her, with his hard cock pushing into her.
"Take my clothes off," she whispered. "I'm so hot I'm burning. Please take my clothes off."
He put one hand under the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them off her. Her panties came next. The panties were flimsy and they ripped apart in his hands. She didn't care.
With one hand she traced the outline of his cock through his trousers. It was a big one, bigger than Richard's perhaps. She found the metal zipper and tugged it down. She reached inside and found his hard cock bunched against his shorts. Quickly she freed it.
She wrapped her fingers around the base and pulled his cock through the opening of his trousers. It was bigger than Richard's.
"You're beautiful too," she whispered.
He laughed and drew back from her. He stripped his clothes off and Gayle looked in admiration at his strong, lithe body. As she had imagined, there was a matted crop of black hairs on his chest and that turned her on even more.
"Oh God, Alan," she said. "I've needed someone like you for so long."
"Well you've got me," Alan said. "Get ready for some real fucking."
He stretched out on her and pushed open her thighs. She felt his cock at her pussy entrance and she nearly fainted with desire.
"Oh yes, Alan," she moaned. "Put it to me. Put that big monster right down inside me."
He pushed harder and this time his cock slipped in right to his balls. She almost cried out loud at the pleasure it gave her. She reached beneath them and began to softly squeeze his balls together.
"Shit," Alan moaned. "That feels good. Shit, that feels great, baby."
He began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes. She pushed her pussy at him, wanting him to get deeper and deeper, wanting his big cock pushing against the back of her cunt.
"That's it, baby!" she cried. "That's it! That's the way I want it!"
He lifted slightly and his hands began to massage her tits. She pushed her tits into his hands, moaning and pleading with him to squeeze them harder.
"God," she moaned. "Fuck me, honey. Give it to me good. I can feel it getting bigger. Oh slit. I know you're going to come. Oh fuck, Alan!"
Alan began to quicken his pace. He had known he was going to fuck Gayle on this field-trip. He hadn't believed that it would be possible to get his cock in so quickly, but he had known he was going to get his cock in.
She was too ready for it. All those times he had sat next to her in class, he had felt the heat coming from her body. He could understand the longing in her eyes.
Now he was getting it and he was surprised at the tightness of her pussy. And her experience. He had fucked a few of the girls at school but none of them knew how to squeeze Alan's cock as Gayle was doing. None of them knew how to kiss as she was kissing. And none of them had such nice tits.
"Fuck me!" Gayle was crying. "Oh fuck me!"
He quit squeezing her tits and moved his hands to cup her ass once more. He picked her up off the seat so that his cock was going in even deeper.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."
Gayle leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She allowed the pleasure sensations to wash over her like waves. God, was he good. His cock was doing things to her that Richard's cock had never managed.
"Shit," she moaned. "Oh shit and fuck! I can feel you coming! Oh fuck, Alan! Oh Jesus fuck!"
She felt his hot cum erupt from his cock at the same time that her hot juices were flooding him. She didn't allow him to pull back. She kept her hips moving, urging him to keep stroking until every drop that had been drained from his cock.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Oh dear Jesus."
He fell away, his limp cock touching her thighs and leaving a little streak of wetness.
"That was good, baby," he said. "That was really good."
"Oh yes," she agreed. "I needed that. I've needed it for so long."
"And we're not finished," he said. "We've got a full three days and a bed will be a hell of lot more comfortable than a front seat."
Gayle had a sudden bad feeling. What if Richard could see her now, lying naked with a young man in the front seat of a car? What if Richard knew that she had just been unfaithful to him? And now Alan was asking her to be unfaithful again.
"No," she said. "Alan, this was wrong. I've never done anything like this before and I've no intention of doing it again."
"Shit," Alan said. "You know you've got a hot little cunt. You won't be able to go three days with all the men around."
"That's enough, Alan," she said. "Let's get on with the trip. We're just going to pretend it never happened."
"Sure," Alan said, but he wore an evil grin.
Doug Sandoval, who was the class teacher, had called an immediate meeting when all the students arrived. Gayle and Alan were two of the last to arrive. Gayle had asked for a room of her own.
She found herself placed in an adjoining room to Alan and another male classmate. She took a quick shower and changed clothes. She tried not to think about Alan just being one room away. For the rest of the trip, she was determined that she was going to behave as she was supposed to.
She was the last to reach Doug Sandoval's room.
She took a seat on the edge of one of the double beds, aware that Alan's eyes were on her. He was looking at her with an amused expression on his face.
"Now all of you know what your projects are," Doug Sandoval said. "We haven't come up here to play around. Just pay attention to what you're supposed to do and there won't be any problems."
Doug went on to other things, but Gayle wasn't listening. She kept finding herself looking at Alan and finding herself growing flushed. She knew she would be uneasy around Alan for the rest of the field-trip.
Gayle went back to her room after the meeting and began putting the rest of her things away.
There was nothing more to be done until the next morning. She put out a shortie nightie to wear to bed and then decided to go down to the cafe for supper.
She hadn't eaten since early that morning. She hadn't wanted Alan to stop along the way, since they were already late. She got her purse and started out.
Alan was leaning against his car outside.
"I thought you might be hungry," he said. "I wouldn't want you to walk to the cafe."
"I can manage," Gayle said.
"Hell and damnation," Alan cursed. "Get in the car, Gayle."
"Leave me alone," she said. "I said I could manage."
She started to walk away but Alan caught her arm. His eyes were ugly and suddenly she was afraid of him. He wasn't the same Alan who she'd thought was a gentleman. He had changed.
"You're going to do what I say, Gayle," he said softly. "You're going to enjoy yourself this weekend."
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
He smiled and his smile was ugly. "I'll tell you something, honey. In the front seat I found out something about you. You'll hot. You want some cock and I'm going to see that you get all you want."
"Get out of my way," Gayle said.
"Sure," he said.
She walked past him. She was breathing a sigh of relief when suddenly she felt his arm go around her waist. She started to scream for help but another hand clamped around her mouth. She felt herself being pulled backward.
She wasn't pulled into her room, but into Alan's. She was flung down on the floor and Alan shut the door. She saw another boy, Mark Davis, Alan's roommate, sitting on the bed.
Mark Davis was nowhere near as handsome as Alan. He was short, with blond hair, and a rugged face. There was something cruel in the glitter of his eyes.
"Welcome to our parlor," Mark said.
"You're crazy," Gayle said. "You're both crazy. I'm getting out of here."
"You can't," Alan said.
"I will," she insisted. "I'll scream. I'll scream so loud that I'll bring everyone in here."
"No you won't," Alan said, "because if you do the whole truth will come out. I'll tell them what happened on the way down here."
"They'll never believe you."
"Maybe not," Alan agreed with a thin smile, "but maybe they will."
Mark stood up and walked to her. He put a hand on her shoulder and began to rub her. She pushed him away. He smiled. His heavy hand came around and slapped her hard across the face. It sounded like a pistol shot.
"Cut out the fucking nonsense," he commanded. "You know you like cock. Alan told me what a hot piece of pussy you were. Now you can have fun or you can do it the hard way."
Gayle was crying. She felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. She knew that Mark was capable of hurting her if she didn't go along with him.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Pussy, baby. That's all we want. Now get your clothes off and let's see what you've got to offer."
Gayle began to undress. Mark didn't like her slowness and he slapped her again. She was down to her bra and panties and she quickly took them off.
"Stand up," Alan said.
She stood. She felt Alan's and Mark's eyes burning holes in her bare flesh.
"Turn around," Alan commanded. "Let Mark see what a nice ass you've got. Mark likes nice asses."
Gayle turned for them, posing in the ways that they demanded. Finally Mark approached her. He put his hands on her full tits and began to squeeze them softly.
"Alan didn't lie," Mark said. "You've got a nice body. A fucking nice build."
Gayle couldn't help the feelings that were rushing through her. She didn't like Mark. She thought he was ugly and cruel. But he was turning her on. God, how he was turning her on!
Mark laughed as her nipples began to grow hard. "You are a hot little bitch," he said. "I bet you like for men to knock you around and tell you what to do."
"Yes," Gayle admitted.
Gayle had finally realized the truth about herself. She was enjoying being told what to do by Mark and Alan, enjoying being dominated by them.
"Take my cock out," Mark said.
She reached for his zipper and undid it. She reached inside his trousers and found his cock. She drew it out. It wasn't as large as Alan's but it was meaty and thick.
"Put it in your mouth," Mark said.
She looked up at Mark. Sucking a man's cock was something she had never done. Not even Richard's. She was afraid. He took the back of her head and forced her toward his cock.
He was not hard. She sucked him into her mouth easily. She found that she liked the taste and odor of him. Most of all, she liked being forced to suck his cock.
"Suck it up hard, baby," Mark said. "Suck it up hard and I'll give you a reward."
"Yeah," Alan laughed. "A mouthful of sperm. A mouthful of hot cum for you to swallow."
His cock began to grow hard in her mouth. She sucked his prick inexpertly, but he seemed to enjoy it. Both of his hands were wrapped in her hair and he was pulling her up and down on his cock.
"That's it," he said. "Now use your tongue a little. That's it, baby. Use your tongue on that hole. God, you're making me feel good."
She did as he directed for a few minutes and then she tasted her first taste of salty sperm. She pulled her head back quickly.
"No," he said. "Take it in your mouth. Take every drop. You'll love it."
He pulled her head back to his cock once again and she sucked him in. Now he seemed to fill every spare inch of her mouth so that she couldn't breathe.
"It's coming," he said. "Oh I'm coming! It's going to be good, baby! You're going to like it! Take it all! Take every drop!"
He exploded a gusher of cum into her mouth. At first she didn't want to swallow. The cum ran out of her mouth and down the side of his cock.
"Swallow, bitch," he demanded, and his hands clutched the sides of her head.
She started to swallow, taking his cum down her throat. He continued fucking her mouth until every drop was drained from his prick. Finally he released her.
"Pretty good for a first time," he observed. "But you got to get better. I'll teach you to be a good cocksucker."
"But first," Alan said, approaching her. "I'm hotter than a firecracker and I need some loving."
She turned to face Alan as he undressed. He soon had his clothes off and stood before her.
"Get on the bed," he said.
His cock was rigid between his legs and Gayle quickly climbed onto the bed.
"On your hands and knees," he directed. "I want to go in from behind."
She climbed onto her hands and knees and Alan knelt behind her.
He ran his cock between the cheeks of her ass and then up and down her thighs. Finally he pressed it against her pubic hairs. He pushed and just the cock-head slipped into her warm and willing pussy.
"Here I go!" Alan yelled.
He gave another shove and his prick went deep into her cunt. He put his arms around her waist and tugged her back against him. He began to make her move against him, letting her do all the work as they fucked.
Gayle began to feel good. She had already felt the first tremblings of desire while Mark was forcing her to suck his cock. Now the tremblings were becoming stronger.
"Look at her move," Mark said. "You can't tell me she doesn't love a hard prick in her pussy."
"Oh yes," Gayle agreed. "Yes I do!"
She was beyond trying to pretend. The prick sliding into her cunt was awakening desires that she had forgotten she had. Richard had only fucked one way, with him on top and heron the bottom. It was fun but it was not the answer to the intense desires she had had as a young girl.
She'd often had thoughts about rape. Being forced to please a man was a thought that sent shivers of excitement up and down her body. But she had known that it would never happen, and it never had – until now.
"Ahhh," Alan moaned. "Gawd almighty, she's moving good! She's got a sweet cunt!"
"Oh," Gayle said. "Oh I can feel you coming. I'm going to come with you. Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fucking Gooddddd!"
Alan poured his cum into her cunt as she flooded him with her hot cunt juices. Jesus, was it good! Alan fell away from her and Gayle stretched out on the bed. She looked up to see Mark grinning at her.
"You'll come with us now, Gayle," he said. "We've got to get a little bit to eat."
"Yes," Gayle said.
"Then you'll come back and shower and put on that sexy little nightie you had put out to wear. Then you'll unlock the side door to your room so we can come in."
"I will," Gayle said.
"Good," he smiled. "Now let's go eat."