Chapter 4
NEXT MORNING, PAM DID A LOT OF THINKING after the breakfast dishes were cleared away. Even though last night's events had temporarily sated her need for sex, she knew that the craving would return. She was an addict for sure now, and the contented lull would soon turn into a full-fledged, uncontrollable itch. She sympathized with the poor souls who were plagued with a real monkey on their backs.
There must be a way to lure Steve and Allison into their group, she thought. But, how? Today was Friday, and with the weekend coming up, an outdoor type of thing might be less of an obvious trap. If the weatherman cooperated, that is. Otherwise, it could turn into a catastrophe.
Then, it hit her. A camping trip! Of course! What could be more innocent-sounding than that? And offer the most opportunity for togetherness? Tenting on the old camp grounds, and all that.
Anxious to turn these hazy plans into some concrete course of action, she made several phone calls, speaking to each of the girls in turn. She deliberately postponed calling Maggie until the last, knowing that she would have something sarcastic to say. But she swallowed her pride and dialed the number.
Pam's ill-timed call caught Maggie taking a shower. When the jarring blast reached her ears, she was tempted to ignore it, but her inborn curiosity got the better of her. Hastily, she wrapped a bath towel around her and went to answer the urgent ring. She was half cursing and half praying that whoever it was wouldn't hang up before she got there.
"Hello! Make it fast and snappy, because I'm standing in a puddle."
"Oh, dear. Did I call at a bad time?" Pam inquired meekly.
"Yes, so it had better be something juicy."
Pam laughed, still speaking in honeyed tones. "Well, it's just that the other girls and I were talking about a camping trip. They all seemed to go for the idea, so I thought I'd get your viewpoint."
There was a hesitation at the other end of the wire, and Pam could almost see the wheels turning.
"That sounds all right."
"Fine. I'll tell the others that it's all set, then. Oh ... by the way. I thought you might want to call Steve and Allison Rowan, and invite them along."
Maggie pounced on the opening. "You didn't waste much time, did you? I hope he's worth all the trouble you're going to."
Pam thought it best to say nothing. An open clash between them would be disastrous at this point.
"Okay, you win," Maggie acquiesced. "I'll call them and tell them to bring along sleeping bags-even though they won't be needing them." With that, she hung up.
Well, that was Maggie. She was probably just as anxious to get her hooks into Steve as Pam was. Right now, Pam had things to do before Jerry got home.
She worked feverishly in an effort to leave the house clean and shining; even an overnight trip involved a good deal of planning. She timed the casserole dinner to coincide with Jerry's arrival, and was just taking it out of the oven when his car turned into the driveway.
The non-stick finish on her cookware made cleaning up a breeze, and she used the extra time to tub the children and put them to bed. They would all have to get up at the crack of dawn in the morning to allow time for the short trip to her mother's.
Now she had time for a well-earned cup of coffee and a favorite TV program. With her feet propped up comfortably, she relaxed and sipped at the steaming brew. She glanced at Jerry out of the corner of her eye, but he was engrossed in the newspaper. Even though he had readily agreed to the trip, they still had little to say to one another. It was easy to dismiss him from her mind; she had more to think about than this man-child husband of hers.
Presently, he folded his paper and went to bed. She allowed a full hour to pass before climbing in beside him. Otherwise, the situation would have been awkward, with both of them straining to keep to their own sides of the bed-as if a chance meeting of flesh might indicate a peace offering.
The alarm clock blasted them out of bed in the morning so early that they stumbled around in a daze, wondering where the fire was. But reality returned when the family was confronted with jelly doughnuts and milk for breakfast. The children set up a howl, and Pam was forced to explain that this was just to tide them over. They would have a proper breakfast later on.
Somehow, things fell into place, and they were ready on schedule. Steve's station wagon pulled up, loaded to the brim, and they stowed their gear on the luggage rack. Pam and Jerry squeezed in next to Bert and Maggie, and they were off.
During the three-hour ride, they sang and laughed like a bunch of school children. The miles passed swiftly, and they only made one stop, which served a dual purpose: stretching their legs and wolfing down a hearty breakfast.
They arrived at the campgrounds before noon. It was a beautiful spot, complete with babbling brook and tall fir trees. The men pitched tents, obviously having forgotten any Boy Scout training they might have had, while the women unpacked.
Bev and Joan managed to get a pot of coffee underway, after numerous false starts. The wood was still damp, and it was touch and go at first. But the coffee pot was soon giving off a tantalizing aroma, and the group assembled by the fire.
Bob tasted his coffee and smacked his lips in noisy appreciation. "You know, Bev ... at home you make lousy coffee, but out here, even yours tastes good. Why is that, I wonder?"
"Well, of all the nerve! Just for that, you can paint the bedroom when you get home. Now do you have any more smart-ass remarks, or did that cover everything?"
Bert came to Bob's defense. "Oh, I think he just meant that everything tastes better outdoors. Even a hot dog takes on a special flavor."
Pam drew the Rowans into the conversation. "I guess outdoor life has its compensations, wouldn't you say?"
"One of them being that you can get tanked to the gills if you feel like it, and sprawl out anywhere." Steve got to his feet and went in search of the private stock he had brought along.
Allison sat still, hugging her knees, and Pam couldn't decide if she was snobbish or shy. She certainly was quiet, whatever the reason.
"I'm on sort of a busman's holiday," Steve explained as he splashed large quantities of liquor into everyone's cups. The coffee all but extinguished the fire; outdoors or no, a drink was always welcome. Even Allison relaxed as they drank the afternoon away.
When the sun went down, the fire burned brighter, and the combined heat of liquor and flame cast a rosy glow over the assembled faces. Bill was spinning a favorite story of his-something about building a better mousetrap-but Pam was scarcely listening. She tapped Bob on the shoulder and told him to go to work on Allison. He whispered something to Steve's wife, and they went off to take in more of the scenery.
Pam sat down next to Steve and caught a speculative look in his eyes. He refilled her cup and spoke without a hint of expression in his voice. "Where is he taking her-off in the bushes somewhere to give her a good screwing?"
She hesitated for a moment, unable to tell if he was angry or not. "Why? Would it bother you if he did?"
"Hell, no. I just hope he's man enough for her, that's all. She can be a real bitch when she isn't satisfied."
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. Bob's a real pro when it comes to giving a woman what she wants."
"That's quite a recommendation, coming from somebody like you. I gather you've tried him on for size?" he asked, his eyes boldly sweeping over her.
"Mm-hmm. And, it was a pretty close fit."
"You don't say! Well, shall we see how I measure up? That is, if your better half has no objections."
Pam glanced across at the others. "He couldn't care less," she said wryly. Privately, she thought that Jerry wouldn't object if she suddenly turned into one huge breast. Then, she could wet-nurse him for the rest of his life.
Steve hauled her to her feet. "Let's go into the tent. We can be alone there." He entered first, crouching over so that he could get through the small opening. He turned up the wick on the kerosene lamp before turning to face her. "That's better. Making love in the dark spoils things for me. I like to see that pussy, just waiting for me to eat it up, like so much catnip."
Now that the moment was here, Pam was overcome by tremors that she was helpless to control. Both anticipation and fear entered into it, and she shook helplessly from head to toe. She felt like a young innocent, about to be ravaged by a brutal hulk of a man.
Steve helped her out of her clothes, his words adding to the volcanic passion that shook her. "You want me too, don't you, doll? I could tell, that day in the bar." He spoke soothingly to her while his fingers slid the tight shorts over her knees and down her long, silky legs. "Don't fret so, honey. I've got enough cock to make you happy. Here ... hold it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes!" she whispered shakily as her fingers explored the hard shaft inside his pants. She pulled the tab on the zipper and brought his huge penis out into the open. Gently, she circled it with her hand and pumped it up and down.
"Whoa, there! Not too much of that," he cautioned. He had left her panties till last, and now he rubbed a finger along the nylon crotch in a seesawing motion. Her breasts shook as a shiver coursed through her body, and her knees sagged weakly. "Steve, I'm going to pass out if you don't stop that," she panted. "I can't even stand up any more."
"Lie down, then. Here ... on the cot." His hands pulled at the waistband on her panties; they felt warm to the touch, and slightly moist from the dampness of her body. He moved the lamp over so that its yellow beam highlighted the thatch of reddish-brown hair at the apex of her dewy slit.
He seemed content to watch her twisting and moaning with desire, his massive dong just inches away from her grasp. "You need me, don't you, Pam? Don't you?"
She nodded dumbly, never taking her gaze off the penis he was dangling in front of her eyes like a carrot.
"Tell me how much you need me, baby," he commanded.
"Steve, I..." It was hard for her to admit it, but she swallowed and got the words out. "I need you so much, I think I'd die if I couldn't have you!"
He nodded as though she was only confirming something he'd known all along. "That's right," he said, holding his huge, pulsating cock out to her waiting lips.
She placed feverish lips around it and worked fast and furious for a few seconds. He pulled out suddenly and joined her on the narrow confines of the cot. She clasped him to her rigidly, in a death-like grip, arching her back high in the air to receive his first thrust. "Oh, god..." she moaned, as the bulbous head slipped past her gummy opening. Straddling his back with her legs, she pounded him with fists and heels in a frenzied fit of passion.
"More, more..." she begged. "Oh, Steve, sock it to me!"
As he pushed his way in deeper, he began to slap her bouncing buttocks with light, stinging blows. Tears streamed down her face as the slaps became harder, but the feel of his terrific tool swelling inside her cunt made it worthwhile. He filled and thrilled her so completely that she thereupon became a slave to this man, with his brutal ways and wicked lovemaking. The evil that she sensed was in him only made it more exciting, and she realized she would gladly do whatever he asked, so long as he was capable of thrilling her so.
As the slaps continued to rain upon her tender butt-cheeks, the pain gradually disappeared. She almost welcomed the blows now; the little sting added to the thrills and heightened her pleasure in a way that she couldn't fathom.
"That's it, Steve. Hit me some more. Harder! I can't feel-" Her voice drained away as their bodies met with a resounding smack in mid-air. With that final heave, the floodgates opened, and the breath left her body as he hammered her through the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
She sighed and caved in weakly, but he followed her as she sank down to the cot and continued to wring the last bit of pleasure from their union. His slick penis slid in and out, diminishing slowly until it became flaccid and weak. Only then did he roll off.
When he was able, he propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. "You liked it," he said simply. "I had a hunch you would."
Pam opened her eyes and spoke more to herself than to him. "Yes, God help me, I did." Now that it was over, she hated him for his confident appraisal of her need. And she knew that all hope was lost. After this night, she could never be satisfied with Jerry again. It was like falling into a bottomless pit, and she was helpless to break the fall.
They returned to the comfort of the fire, where Pam sank down gratefully to be alone with her thoughts. Steve mixed up a fresh batch of drinks and idly poked at the fire, while he waited for the rest of the company to finish up the first round of their sex bouts. He amused himself by trying to guess to the second how long it would take each couple to complete the act of copulation.
Meanwhile, Bob was by no means finished with Allison. Her cool self-possession irritated him, and he was determined to break through to whatever lay beneath it.
When they had walked a short distance away from the camp, he chose a particularly scenic spot and suggested they sit down to enjoy the view. Using a windproof lighter, he accomplished the difficult feat of lighting two cigarettes.
She was wearing a full skirt, and the warm breeze caused it to flare up intriguingly now and then. His first kiss was so gentle and tender that she was hardly aware of his lips on hers. When she offered no resistance, he increased the pressure and managed to dart his tongue into the velvety softness of her mouth. She fenced with him awhile, until he gradually forced her into a reclining position.
She looked highly desirable, lying there with her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her eyes stared up at the twinkling stars, her whole attitude one of boredom. He could almost hear her saying to herself, Do with me what you will, but I won't feel a thing.
He opened the front of her blouse and lifted her nonchalant body so that he could slide it and the bra off at the same time. Carefully, he removed her pants and added them to the small heap of clothing.
He was still fully dressed when he sat down beside her. He looked his fill before tweaking the nipples that were pointing at the sky. Bending his head, he kissed each one until they stiffened with desire. This accomplished, he gently drew her legs apart and buried his face between them, kissing and tonguing her clit until he felt her moan with desire. Her hands reached down to pull him up, but ...
Very deliberately, he sat down in front of her, unzipped his fly, and began to play with himself!
Flabbergasted, she watched as he stroked his cock. He jerked himself off completely, using up the coveted hardness, wasting his erection, spraying his semen onto the ground while she was left aching with desire!
"Well, I'll be damned!" she said angrily.
He stood up, stuffing the now useless pecker back in his pants and handed her the wispy undergarments. "Maybe next time you won't be so blas' about sex," he scolded. With that, he turned on his heel and left her there, still spouting and steaming.
He grinned to himself as he walked back to camp. The look on her face had been worth the effort it had taken to pass up that lovely body. Thinking about how inviting she'd looked, sprawled out and waiting for him, made him want a woman badly. The jack-off episode had been short and unfulfilling. But their camp was in view, and with four willing females, he knew that his need would soon be fulfilled.
Steve was the first person he encountered, and his question was natural enough. "Where's Allison?"
"Oh, she'll be along in a few minutes. She wanted a little time to tidy up," he lied.
His answer apparently satisfied Steve, and they sat down to share a drink. "Boy, a little hike in the woods does wonders for your appetite," Bob commented.
"Yeah, I know. It plumb tuckers a fellow right out, doesn't it?" Steve observed, chuckling.
Allison walked past them, on her way to join the rest of the group. She ignored them completely, evidently putting her husband in the same class as Bob. The disgruntled look on her face was that of a bride who'd began her honeymoon a virgin and had ended it the same way.
"Oh-oh. I don't know what you did, but you sure rubbed her the wrong way," Steve said. "Better watch yourself going down dark alleys from now on."
Everybody was taking time out to roast hot dogs, so Steve and Bob whittled some twigs into forks and squatted by the fire to roast two at a time. Soon the dogs were spitting over the fire, and the men waited until they were golden brown before smearing them with mustard and adding the trimmings.
When Bob stood up to find a comfortable place to eat, Maggie was bending down, groping for the catsup. Unable to resist the temptation, he grabbed her around the waist and rubbed himself against her fanny. She turned her head to see who it was and grinned impishly at him.
"Listen, buster, you could try from now till doomsday, but you couldn't poke a hole in these." She was referring to the denim Levi's that hugged her hips so fetchingly.
"Tell me something, Maggie. I've read somewhere that hippies actually sit in a tub of water with their Levi's on so these things will shrink up on them. Is that how you manage to get that effect?" As he spoke, he rubbed a hand caressingly around her tapered waist, where her navel beckoned an invitation to linger.
"I don't have to," she boasted. "I've got the curves to fill them out. But you know, it's not a bad idea at that! Why don't you give it a try? I like to see a well-hung guy show it off."
She took a bite of her hot dog and spoke around it. "I get a bang out of watching those ballet dancers on TV. I'm always hoping that one of them will get a hard-on. Now, wouldn't that be something to see, in those knit leotards they wear? But they never do. They must be a bunch of fags, like everybody says."
"Well, maybe they're just interested in the beauty of the dance," Bob suggested. "Did you ever think of that?"
"Balls!" she said heatedly.
Having had her say on the subject, she walked away, treating Bob to an eyeful of swaying hips and bouncing boobies. He smiled to himself. She might have her faults, but she was all woman and knew how to appreciate a man. Not like that bitch, Allison, who acted like she was doing a guy a big favor if she laid back and spread her legs for him.
Still thinking fondly of Maggie, he joined the others, taking a place next to her. He wanted her handy when the fireworks started.
As if somebody had pushed a button to turn them on, the lovemaking began anew. Food was forgotten in the face of this new hunger. Only one hot dog remained, and it fell into the flames, where it turned into something resembling charcoal.
Bob staked his claim on Maggie, which didn't surprise her any. The top of her outfit was a cinch to get off, but the Levi's were another story. She made him work for it, refusing to help in any way. He tugged at the skin-tight denims, wriggling them down an inch at a time.
When they were barely covering her silken mound, he paused for breath. "Goddamn it, Maggie, I'm not kidding-Next time you wear those things, I'm bringing a pair of scissors, and I'm going to cut a hole right in the crotch!"
"Better make it a big one, darling," she said, grabbing a feel of him. Then she relented and accomplished what his fumbling fingers had tried to do. Naked, she pulled him to her, and he forgot all about his exasperation.
Due to no fault of their own, Jerry and Pam had ended up together. He looked to her for help, but she held the whip hand now. She was enjoying her brief moment of triumph as she made him take his place on top of her. The perplexed expression on his face was comical. "Fake it, darling," she mocked.
Allison had evidently deigned to bestow her favors on Bill. Perhaps because of her recent experience with Bob, who had left her high and wet, she was now ready to enjoy herself. Whatever the reason, Bill made no complaints.
Pam was relieved when it was over. Neither she nor Jerry had received the least bit of satisfaction from the other, and she was eager to have a new partner. This was to be a relay type of thing, where the men rotated from one woman to another. She put her arms up to welcome the next comer, and saw that it was Steve.
Just the sight of him set her whole body tingling, and when he was inside her, she was contented and at peace with the world. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations that made her head swim with lust.