Chapter 2
The apparent leader of the gang, a tall muscular youth with blond hair and a thick mustache, approached the tent as the other riders lingered in a tight circle near the cycles. A slow smile played across his roughly handsome features as his eyes lingered briefly on Blake and then passed on to scan Evelyn as she stood in the doorway of the tent, every curve of her ripe body outlined beneath the terry cloth robe.
"Greetings," the cyclist offered. "We're the Tartars." He turned briefly at the waist, giving Blake and Evelyn a look at the name and grinning skull emblazoned on the back of his sleeveless jacket. As he turned back toward them he continued speaking.
"We all just decided to take a little outing in the country," he explained. "You folks camping all by yourselves?"
Evelyn noted that his eyes strayed to the second tent as he asked the question. For some reason she felt fear at the mere presence of these strangers, a nagging anxiety to which she could put no concrete name. She watched Blake closely, uncertain as to whether or not he felt the same uneasy stirrings, anxious to see how he might be able to cope with the situation.
"No, we're not alone," Blake answered. "Our children are with us. They're down at the lake right now."
Evelyn was surprised at Blake for giving away so much information to a total stranger, but she kept silent, noting that the lead cyclist nodded in apparent satisfaction at the explanation.
"A family scene, far out," he quipped, drawing an appreciative chuckle from his five companions. "Maybe we'll stay and visit with you awhile," he added, letting his eyes wander back openly to Evelyn again.
She blushed under that searching scrutiny, shivering as a little tingle of raw animal fear raced the length of her spine. She glanced down, following the direction of his stare, and blushed even more furiously as she saw that the front of her robe had fallen partway open, revealing the milky flesh of her breasts almost to the pink areola of her tiny nipples. Startled, she hurriedly clutched the robe closer about her tits, drawing another lewd chuckle from the assembled bikers.
As if on cue, Tod and Marsha chose that moment to appear, having run hard across the meadow after hearing the sounds of the approaching motorcycle engines. They reached the camp now, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity as they studied the odd band of riders. And they themselves were being studied by the bikers at the same time. Marsha was especially self conscious, barely dressed as she was in the now-wet bikini which accented rather than hid the ripening swells of her own young body. The cool wind upon her wet flesh caused her little nipples to stiffen involuntarily, protruding quite noticeably beneath the skin-tight material of her bikini top and drawing whispered comments of lecherous approval from male members of the gang. She tried to be casual as she draped her towel about her shoulders, letting the ends dangle to partially hide her young breasts from those prying eyes.
"Yeah," the gang leader drawled, "we're going to have a real nice visit here together. You got any food?"
"Just enough for my family," Blake answered defensively, stiffening slightly as things seemed to be getting out of control.
"Man, don't be selfish," the cyclist chided in a mocking voice. "We might get the wrong idea, and think you're trying to be unfriendly." Again the low laughter greeted his words.
The cycle leader stepped closer to Blake, his voice lowering a notch and taking on a distinctly menacing tone as he continued. "You wouldn't want us to think you're unfriendly, would you dad?"
Evelyn gasped aloud. The young man had pulled back one side of his jacket slightly, revealing the butt of a pistol protruding from his belt. He made no move to reach for the weapon yet, but its mere presence was enough to turn her vague sense of foreboding into near panic.
Blake looked from the young man's eyes to the gun and back again, deciding that discretion was the better part of valor. "No," he admitted reluctantly. "We wouldn't want you to think we were unfriendly at all."
The cyclist grinned evilly and let his jacket cover the gun again. "See?" he called over his shoulder, "I told you they were real friendly types." This time the laughter was uproarious.
"You pegged it right, Luke," one of the girls, a red-head, called out.
"I always peg it right," the one called Luke answered. "Now we're gonna have some lunch. Zeke, you and Lena go with the kiddies to get some firewood for the barbecue. The rest of us will stay here and keep mom and dad company."
A muscular, dark-skinned cyclist, apparently Zeke, moved to stand beside Marsha, a wolfish smile playing across his features. At the same moment, the red-haired woman took a stance beside Tod, her eyes moving from the teenage boy to Blake and back again, comparingly. The Green children were uncertain of what they should do, and when Zeke took Marsha by the arm to lead her in the direction of the woods, Blake took a threatening step forward.
"Easy dad!" Luke snapped, his voice and the gun he held in his fist bringing Blake up short. "Everything's cool, as long as you keep it that way."
Blake's eyes met Marsha's and found terror there, but he felt that there was nothing he could do at the moment without endangering all their lives, and so he nodded dumbly and stepped backward a pace toward the tent. He watched in humiliated silence as his children and the two cyclists walked away toward the nearby trees.
"That's much better, dad," Luke congratulated him without feeling. "Now while the kiddies are on their nature walk, we can all relax and get better acquainted."
Marsha and Tod were afraid to speak as they walked into the woods, flanked on either side by Zeke and Lena. They kept close together until they were roughly thirty yards into the trees, and then Zeke suddenly grabbed Marsha by one arm, tugging her in a different direction while Lena motioned for Tod to continue straight ahead with her.
"Where are you taking my sister?" Tod asked defensively, already more angry than frightened.
"We can gather more wood if we split up," Zeke replied, his voice lacking the ring of sincerity. "You go with Lena and do like she tells you."
'The hell I will!" Tod blurted, rushing the older and larger man blindly, head down. Zeke had no trouble sidestepping the poorly planned charge and clubbing Tod to the earth with a single blow of his fist.
"You can handle him now," Zeke told Lena, casting a parting glance at the sobbing boy. "All the fight's out of him now!" And with that he was gone, leading the young girl by one arm into the shadowy trees.
Zeke and Marsha walked for another twenty or thirty yards into the forest. She had collected a small armload of twigs and branches when she noticed that the cyclist had not picked up so much as a single twig. He did not even seem to be looking for wood, but instead kept his eyes glued to the curves of her trim young figure as it was prominently displayed in the skimpy tight bathing suit.
"How old are you, girl?" he asked, when they had been alone for about ten minutes.
"Seventeen," she told him haltingly, blushing under the searching lewd scrutiny of his prying eyes.
"You sure have filled out for a chick your age," he said, fairly licking his lips as he stood stock still, staring at her body.
Marsha, uncertain as to how she should respond, stood silent, clutching the armload of firewood against her chest like some sort of grossly inadequate shield.
"Yes sir, you sure are filled out nice," the man repeated. Then, pointing to the ground beside her, he ordered, "Put that wood down."
Marsha looked confused. "But, you said you wanted it."
He grinned wickedly. "It ain't going anywhere. Just set it down right there. Now!"
She obeyed at last, stooping to drop the pile of branches on the moist grass where she stood. As she did so, the terry cloth towel slipped from her shoulders and fell to the ground, leaving her clad only in the revealing red bikini. She was reaching to recover the towel as Zeke took a quick step forward, planting one foot firmly upon it so that it could not be lifted.
"You don't need that," he told her as she straightened, leering at her as she regarded him through fearful eyes.
She shivered as the man reached out one hand to lightly stroke her silken blond hair, his fingers trailing through the golden tresses to brush the rosy skin of her cheek. She began to back cautiously away from him, but he followed her every step of the way, until suddenly she bumped into the rough bark of a tree trunk and could retreat no further.
"Please," she whined tearfully, "don't hurt me."
"Hurtin' you is the last thing on my mind, little lady," the man assured her, his fingers again tracing a path along her cheek and then continuing along the silken curve of her graceful throat.
Marsha gasped as his fingers reached the full curve of her upper breast, causing her to stiffen into instant rigidity. The man's hand lingered there, stroking lightly back and forth as it followed the curving swell above the taut material of her bikini top, fingers pausing to dip into the deep valley of her cleavage before moving inexorably on. A strange shivering sensation seized Marsha as that alien hand traced its patterns across her tan flesh, and her little nipples stiffened involuntarily into rigid little spikes.
Marsha had necked and petted with her dates before, and even let some of them stroke her breasts lightly through her clothing, but this man's touch was different somehow-more intimate, and in a way that was only partially related to her own near-nudity of the moment. The teenaged girl was terrified at this stranger's lewd physical advances, but at the same time she felt a different, subtle stirring within her young body that was not entirely unpleasant. The feeling surprised and confused her, adding to her fright as she stood helpless and trembling before the older man.
The man's hand moved lower, joined by the other as it cupped the full swell of her succulent tits, kneading and massaging that supersensitive mammary flesh with sure, strong strokes. His thumbs found the sensory nodes of her rigid nipples, flicking and rotating around those buds to ignite shooting little stabs of pleasure in her tremulous breasts.
She began to weep softly, bitter hopeless tears coursing their wet paths down her cheeks to drip off her chin and land on the round upper slope of her half-naked tits. Zeke seemed to take no notice of her weeping, concentrating instead on the smooth texture of her body as he fondled and caressed the pliant orbs of her young breasts with both hands. His breathing had become more rapid, and his grip upon her tingling breast flesh was more forceful now as his own arousal mounted rapidly. Marsha stood dumbly all the while, arms slack at her sides, unable to offer any meaningful resistance to the crude manual assault upon her firm young body.
Marsha lowered her eyes, too embarrassed and humiliated to meet her attacker's gaze directly. As she did so, she noticed the massive bulge in the front of his faded jeans. She had noticed the same intriguing phenomena in some of her dates before, while they were necking, but she was captivated by the sight now as never before, acutely aware in one corner of her stunned and reeling young mind that she herself was the cause of this man's sexual arousal. It gave her simultaneous sensations of awe, fear and excitement to realize that her still-immature body could have such a pronounced affect upon an older man.
Zeke's hands were busy at her breasts, no longer content to merely stroke the taut material of her bikini top. Slowly, almost tauntingly, he began to slip his fingertips inside the upper half of her bathing suit, tugging it inch by torturous inch downward until only the rosy little spikes of her nipples were hidden.
"Oh, please stop," she moaned tearfully, but her words did nothing to dissuade the lecherous biker from his planned course of action. He leaned forward, his bearded face pressing close against the soft ivory flesh of her upper breasts, his moist lips and hot darting tongue trailing wetly across the mounding swell of her tits as he orally assaulted her. At the same time, his hands slipped downward along her sides, cupping the firm hemispheres of her buttocks through the thin material of her bathing suit and pulling her young loins tight against the bulging front of his faded jeans.
A wretched sob caught in young Marsha Green's throat as she fought a fierce battle with her own inner feelings and emotions. She knew that what this stranger was doing to her was terribly wrong, even perverted, and she felt all the pains of embarrassment and humiliation common to a young girl trapped in her situation. At the same time, however, there was a definite quality within her, a tiny lustful stirring which in and of itself aroused entirely new and intensely painful feelings of guilt and humiliation within the girl.
Oh, God, she prayed silently, don't let my body betray me by responding to this evil man's advances!!
Her mental plea seemed to no avail, however, for there was no denying the fact that her young woman's body was beginning to evidence a traitorous response, however faint. Her little nipple buds were quiveringly erect, and an insane tingling sensation had begun deep inside her still-virginal young cunt. She could feel the first droplets of lubrication already flowing to moisten her cuntal lips, and she clenched her knees and thighs tighter together in an almost hopeless effort to delay or entirely defeat her mounting arousal. Tears coursed freely now down her tan young cheeks.
Zeke continued licking and sucking at the soft, pliant meat of Marsha's upper breasts. His big rough hands kneaded her buttocks like two blobs of dough, using that firm grip to force her pubis ever tighter against his own throbbing erection. His hips moved in a slow fucking motion, forcing the thick shaft of his hidden cock to chafe against her loins and roughly stimulate the outer lips of her juicy little pussy.
The cyclist's lust was rapidly mounting, and he was already tired of the restrictions imposed on his advances by the flimsy barrier of Marsha's bathing suit. He released her ass-cheeks and brought both hands back up to the bikini top, seizing the material and yanking it roughly downward to expose her young breasts entirely to his hands, mouth and eyes. The material caught briefly on the erectile little nubs of Marsha's nipples, forcing a startled cry of pleasure-pain from her lips and causing her tits to bobble freely as the material ripped free. Zeke did not bother to reach behind her and unfasten the suit top, content to leave it where it was now that it no longer blocked his access to those succulent mounds of tit flesh.
Zeke seemed obsessed with those young and tender breasts. He cupped them gently in his rough palms, rotating his hands slowly with the nipples centered in his palms until Marsha was forced to moan and tremble involuntarily with the mounting tension of desire. Zeke's handling of her ripe tits became more forceful then, strong kneading, milking strokes that mingled pain with pleasure and forced her torso to writhe in time with his coarse manipulations. He seized the quivering nipples between thumb and forefinger, tweaking and twisting them almost savagely until Marsha cried out aloud in startled pain. But he was relentless in his assault, and to her great surprise, she found that the pain subsided very quickly, to be replaced by some sort of glowing sensual warmth, spreading outward from her violated young tits to engulf all of her upper body.
Again Zeke leaned forward, bringing his face against the fleshy cones of the young woman's chest. Marsha gasped aloud, her blue eyes snapping open in startled surprise as the tingling peak of her left tit was suddenly engulfed in the hot cavern of her would-be rapist's mouth. He sucked and mouthed that ultra-sensitive little nub, finally seizing it gently between his front teeth as he lashed it with the tip of his darting, jabbing tongue. Marsha feared that she would faint or collapse upon the ground, so weak did her knees suddenly become.
The evil man's mouth darted from one tingling nipple to the other, until finally he seized both breasts tightly in his hands, forcing them together so that he could lick and suck both nipples simultaneously. This latest oral assault was almost too much for the virginal young girl, and she felt her legs turning to rubber as a tidal wave of unwanted erotic sensation threatened to sweep her senses away.
Zeke became ever more energetic in his oral assaults upon her unresisting body. He began to stoop gradually, his mouth slowly nibbling its way across the tender underswell of her tits and on the satiny flesh of her flat stomach. Marsha sucked in her breath, arching her spine in involuntary response as his hungry lips and tongue worked their inexorable way lower toward the tiny scrap of damp material which was the only shield for her loins. His hands busied and amused themselves all the while, sliding up and down the columns of her tan thighs in long tingling strokes which made the young girl tremble with newly budding passion.
Marsha Green was stunned at the unaccustomed and rampant arousal which seemed to be taking over every facet of her being. She knew that if the crude biker kept up his current course of action, she would very soon be reduced to a state in which she could offer no meaningful resistance. She gritted her teeth, hands balling into fists at her side as she renewed her inner determination to remain strong.
And yet, it seemed that Zeke's eager, hungry, searching hands and mouth were determined to wring every last admission of defeat and complete arousal from her.
The cyclist lapped and nibbled his way across the gentle swell of Marsha Green's belly, his hot tongue tracing the outline of her bikini waistband. All the while, his big hands were busily stroking and massaging her round asscheeks, fingertips tracing the crack of her ass which was plainly evident through the thin and clinging material. At length, when it seemed to Marsha that the combined manual and oral assault had gone on for endless hours, the biker changed his approach and method of attack.
His fingers curled swiftly inside the thin material of her bikini bottoms at the same time that he seized the front of the tiny garment in his white teeth. The combined downward tugging of his teeth and hands was sufficient to begin rolling the last of Marsha's meager covering downward over the full womanly swell of her hips. She held her breath, fists and teeth tightly clenched as the pale ivory flesh of her ass and loins was exposed, inch by agonizing inch.
The cyclist gasped aloud as the softly furred mound of Marsha's young cunt came into direct view for the first time. He stared hard at that downy golden triangle, his eyes well able to pick out the pink, pouting little genital lips barely hidden there. Beside himself with raging passion now, he quickly skimmed the flimsy panties down the smooth columns of her legs and tossed them aside.
Marsha Green trembled almost uncontrollably as she stood totally naked before a man for the first time in her young life. Her entire body was flushed with shame and humiliation, and yet, beneath it all, there was the nagging little tingle of incipient arousal which did nothing to soothe her mind.
Marsha knew about sex from school and conversations with her family and friends, and she had a clear idea of what the man intended to do with her. The idea of being forced to do that with a total stranger, and such an obnoxious one at that, caused the young girl to begin sobbing uncontrollably.
Zeke continued to kneel before Marsha, as if he was worshipping at some holy erotic shrine. He ran his fingertips lightly, teasingly over the exposed flesh of her belly, hips and thighs, causing goose bumps to pop up all over the young girl's nude body. Conflicting feelings of disgust and forbidden desire were at war deep inside her, resulting in a strange hardening of her tiny nipples and a totally unexpected feeling of tingling warmth deep in her virginal pussy.
Oh, Jesus! she thought silently Can it be that Tm actually beginning to respond to this evil man? The thought was too terrible and humiliating to bear, and she put it abruptly out of her mind.
Marsha gasped aloud in shock at a sudden wet touch upon her soft inner thigh. She glanced quickly downward along her body, between the cones of her breasts, and was amazed to find nibbling and licking along her leg, his hungry mouth moving inexorably upward toward the hairy triangle of her crotch. Her legs wobbled, knees weakening, and she was forced to clutch at the tough tree trunk to keep from falling. Her mind reeled as she recognized his apparent perverted intentions, and she tried to clamp her taut young thighs even tighter together to block his mouth from her quaking genitals.
Zeke recognized her resistance and would have none of it. He pried her legs apart with his big and powerful hands, seizing handsful of soft thigh flesh and twisting cruelly until she cried out in pain and spread her legs to escape his agonizing grip. Her defensive movement gave Zeke all the edge he needed, and he immediately thrust his head forward, capturing her cringing little pussy lips in the hot, moist cavity of his mouth.
Marsha felt that she would surely faint under the bombardment of whirling, dizzying emotions which engulfed her. The outlaw cyclist's lips and tongue toyed with the pouting lips of her little cunt, provoking mewling little cries of mingled shame and pleasure from the captive young woman. Slowly, irresistibly, Zeke's tongue wormed its way between the swollen lips of Marsha's cunt, tracing a path of liquid fire along the coralline flesh of her most secret genitals.
Lewd lapping sounds rose to assail Marsha's ears as the lecherous man's mouth worked avidly at her slit. Her entire body was weak and trembling, on the verge of collapsing to the grassy floor of the forest. Unthinking, in an automatic reflex response, her hands shot out as she began to topple forward, tangling in the oily hair of her lewd attacker. The combination of her grip upon his head, coupled with the sudden alteration in her body angle, gave Zeke a new and even greater access to her moist cunt with his seeking, searching mouth.
A wretched sob was torn from Marsha's throat as the Biker's hot tongue tip made its first searing contact with her tiny clitoris. The pink little lust bud sprang into instant quivering erection under that stimulation, sending off shooting spasms of undeniable pleasure across the young girl's vibrant torso. Her spine arched, and her hips pumped involuntarily forward against her attacker's face as she reacted instinctively to that arousing stimulation by striving to get nearer the source. Her mind reeled at the enormity of what was happening to her, but her will to resist was quickly ebbing away under the skilled tonguing of her captor.
A moan of unadulterated pleasure response was forced from Marsha Green's throat as Zeke continued to avidly suck and lick her rapidly moistening young cunt. The tip of his hot tongue swirled and teased around the clasping little mouth of her vaginal canal, setting off jangling alarm bells of passion at the base of her spinning skull. He gathered his nerve and chose the perfect moment in time, suddenly thrusting his face farther forward and stabbing his stiffened tongue deep into the cloying channel of her little love tunnel.
Marsha Green did collapse then, her legs turned to rubber by the sheer overwhelming power of that oral assault. Zeke clung to her, following her down and easing her descent with his muscular arms, all the while keeping his avidly working mouth glued to the steaming slit of her vibrant pussy. She tumbled upon a bed of cool grass and fallen leaves, moaning softly and writhing restlessly as the older man fairly devoured her secret genitals and cast her adrift on a tidal wave of erotic sensation.
Just when the young girl felt herself teetering on the brink of a sensual explosion, Zeke suddenly withdrew his mouth from her churning, pumping genitals, rocking back on his haunches as he watched her twist and undulate on the ground before him. Marsha was unable to suppress a strangled little sob of disappointment and frustration as the source of her burning pleasure and arousal was abruptly withdrawn. She pushed herself up on her elbows, staring at him through narrowed eyes, a pouting expression on her face which was unmistakable in its meaning.
Zeke chuckled deep in his throat as he swiftly shifted position, shoving Marsha roughly backward onto the ground and kneeling directly between her widely splayed thighs. His hands lingered tauntingly at the fastenings of his faded jeans, and then he was lowering his zipper and slowly peeling slacks and shorts downward over his hips.
Marsha sucked in her breath in a sudden gasp of shock as Zeke's massive penis was exposed to her eyes. It was the first time she had ever seen a man's cock outside of the crude drawings on the walls of the girl's restroom at school, and she was amazed and terrified by the sheer size and power of it. Her astounded eyes lingered over every detail of that rigid pole, from the purplish glans with its cyclopic eye and pearly drop of leaking seminal fluid, to the thick blue veins which corded the pink cockflesh like stout ropes, and the heavy pendulums of Zeke's lust bloated testicles which swayed between his hairy thighs.
"Oh no, please," she sobbed, almost whispering. "Don't."
"Save your breath, chickey," he grinned wickedly. "You're going to need it when you start shoutin' for joy!"
He moved forward, adjusting his hips until the blunt head of his turgid prick was in perfect alignment with the trembling pink slit of Marsha's pussy. Guiding the rod of genital flesh with one eager hand, he slowly and agonizingly traced a path along that moist Caroline valley with the blunt tip of his prick.
Marsha gasped, her body heaving at that first undreamed-of contact between a man's sexual organs and her own. Incredible sensations raced and rocketed through her squirming body, driving her right to the brink of raving erotic insanity. Nothing in the universe existed for her beyond the wet union of Zeke's penile head with the sucking, clasping slit of her vagina.
A new and entirely different sensation, vastly more powerful than any she had yet experienced, rocked Marsha Green's body as the cyclist's prick made sudden flaming contact with the supersensitive nub of her tingling little clit. Her entire body arched upward off the ground, touching now only at head and heels, every nerve in her young frame janglingly alive as she screamed out her pleasure through gritted teeth.
"Ohhh GGGoooddd!" she cried aloud. "Yyyy-eeeessss!"
Zeke sensed his triumph, concentrating his cock strokes now exclusively on the red little pleasure bud of Marsha's clitoris as he flogged her onward toward the point of sensual no return. She writhed and twisted, head flailing from side to side and eyes tightly shut, every muscle and tendon in her lower body taut and straining as she drove herself onward toward orgasm. Her hips took up an unconscious little fucking rhythm of their own, complementing and aiding his own tingling manipulations of her yearning genital flesh.
Zeke subtly shifted his position, taking advantage of a split-second lull in the girl's impassioned gyrations as he realigned his cock and thrust his hips suddenly forward, driving his rod to the hilt in the rubbery little channel of her virginal cunt. Marsha was taken by surprise, terribly unprepared for that ripping entry, and a cry of mingled pain and terror was wrenched from her lips as that skewering pole of male flesh tore into her cunt.
"God!! " she cried, "No!! It's too big!! I can't take it! I'm a vvviiirrrgggiiinnn!! ! "
"That makes it all the sweeter, baby," Zeke grated breathlessly, withdrawing his cock slightly from the clinging tunnel of her cunt only to plunge it inward again with an even more powerful thrust, battering Marsha's plump ass cheeks against the unyielding ground.
He fucked her roughly and violently, his long fat cock stabbing into her tight cunt until the blunt tip hammered against her little cervix. Marsha's body was limp, unable to offer resistance as the pain of her violent rapist's attack engulfed her lower body entirely. Long moments passed before that pain began to give way to a numbing sensation, and she welcomed the change as a blessed relief, sighing aloud as the agony of his plunging strokes lessened appreciably.
The sensations she felt would change once again, however, and very soon Marsha noted in dismay that the rubbery walls of her vagina were relaxing, expanding instinctively to accommodate that first fucking rod within them. She was juicing freely now, her lubrication blending with the man's and producing a lewd, salacious slurping sound on every skewering stroke of his driving penis into her cunt.
His cock and pubic bone made chafing, jarring contact with Marsha's stiff little clit on every inward stroke, and she noted now that that, too, was beginning to have a definite arousing effect upon her. Little electric jolts of pleasure-pain were shooting outward from her ravaged crotch, igniting fires in the twin nerve center of her nipples.
As if on signal, reading her mind, Zeke's mouth latched onto the straining peak of one breast, lapping and gnawing at sensitive flesh in a frenzy of passion. The slurping sounds of his oral attack upon her tits was yet another inspiration to young Marsha Green as she drove herself mindlessly onward toward orgasm.
She could feel that explosive release building, like a tight fist clenched in the pit of her crotch. And when it came, it overwhelmed her with its searing, mind-blowing erotic intensity. Her body pitched and tossed like a runaway gyroscope, her firm thighs locked around Zeke's hips and her clawed fingers digging into his back as she clung to him like life itself, her full hips pumping wildly to capture and hold every pleasure-giving inch of his madly pumping cock.
"JJJJeeeessssuuuussss!! " she screamed to the trees and heavens above her. "I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!! ! "
Zeke followed her over the edge into swirling release, driven close to madness by the sucking, milking actions of her cuntal muscles as they trapped his cock and held it a willing prisoner in the pit of her stomach. He felt the reservoir of his balls overflow, unleashing the hot flood of semen which now erupted into the confines of her clasping thirsty little pussy.
Marsha Green clung to her rapist quiveringly, her entire body rigid and trembling with passion such as she had never before known or imagined, eyes gaping open and staring blindly upward at a psychedelic light display which existed only in her own lust-crazed mind.
"My God!" she gasped breathlessly, hips still pumping frenziedly, "It's good!! It's so, so good!! ! "
Tod Green felt very self-conscious with the woman called Lena. He was uncomfortable with the way she walked so close beside him, sometimes slipping her arm around his shoulders as she guided him through the trees on the search for wood. And yet, he was forced to admit to himself, there was something vaguely exciting about being alone with her as well.
He had originally thought that she must be years older than he was, perhaps even as old as his mother. Closer to her now, however, he saw that she was actually much younger than he had suspected, perhaps no more than four or five years older than he. She was, perhaps, no more than nineteen, but somehow very worldly and seemingly experienced, with a world of hard experience etched upon her young-old face.
Tod could not help but notice that Lena's body was ripe and rounded in all the right places. She wore a tight black sweater beneath her sleeveless denim jacket, and the movement of her large breasts as she walked told Tod unmistakably that she wore no bra beneath. And the tight blue jeans which hugged her hips like a second skin let Tod imagine that he could actually make out the deep cleft between her plump, round ass cheeks as she walked.
The nearness of that woman was at once arousing and disturbing to Tod, provoking feeling and images which he recognized but, still virginal himself, could not fully cope with. Even more disturbing was the way Lena looked at him, her eyes traveling over his body with an almost physical caress, like a cat hungrily eyeing a canary. Tod wished that he had taken the time to put on a shirt and jeans over his skimpy pair of bathing trunks.
Tod and Lena had walked in silence for about five minutes after separating from Marsha and Zeke, when the woman suddenly stopped in her tracks and leaned against the huge trunk of a tree. She stretched luxuriously, arms high above her head, the motion causing her breasts to lift and swell against the clinging material of her sweater. She noticed Tod's eyes devouring that spectacle, and smiled slightly to herself as she slowly lowered her arms once again.
"You certainly are a good looking boy," Lena said suddenly, taking Tod totally by surprise. "I like good looking boys."
Tod blushed furiously, shifting nervously from foot to foot and feeling the goose bumps pop out on his flesh as Lena continued to stare at his nearly-nude body. He felt a strange, unfamiliar churning sensation in his groin, and it was suddenly very difficult for him to swallow.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said hesitantly, uncertain how best to answer her strange compliment.
"Ma'am?! " Lena threw back her head and laughed aloud, her thick waves of red hair shimmering in the filtered sunlight. She laughed for a long moment, and then stopped, suddenly serious as she pinned Tod's eyes with her own.
"I'll bet a good-looking boy like you has lots of girl friends, eh?" she asked, slowly licking her lips as she finished.
Tod shook his head slightly, confused and suddenly embarrassed. "No, ma'am," he answered softly.
"No?" Lena looked truly shocked. "You do like girls, don't you?"
Tod bristled at the implied insult to his masculinity, answering almost angrily. "Sure I do."
"Well, maybe all you need is a little experience and coaching," the woman replied, a suggestive tone in her voice. "I'll bet I could help you there. I'm a great teacher."
Tod swallowed hard, keeping silent as he waited to find out what this aggressive young woman was driving at. Lena moved toward him quickly, sliding her arms up to encircle his neck as she stepped forward to stand close against him, her body nestling against his from chest to thigh. The firm orbs of her breasts flattened slightly as they pressed against his bare chest, and he could feel her budding nipples begin to stiffen slightly, poking against the material of her sweater and chafing at his chest as they stood close together. Tod suddenly felt very warm, and he began to tremble involuntarily.
Lena noted the young boy's reaction and laughed softly. "There's nothing to worry about," she told him gently, her voice soft and whispery. "You just relax, and we'll have a real nice time together."
So saying, she kissed him full on his surprised lips, her arms tightening around his neck and her body grinding tighter against his at the same time. Her hips thrust forward, moving in a seductive rotary motion which plastered the covered plane of her hidden genitals against the front of his swimsuit, pinning his cock in a lustful vise as she ground her body against his. Her tongue probed forcefully between Tod's lips and teeth, seeking and finding his own, inviting and luring it into a serpentine little duel of mounting passion as he gradually responded to her deep soul kiss.
Tod Green was just beginning to feel comfortable in her embrace, and was considering putting his arms around her in turn, when Lena suddenly broke that insightful contact and retreated several paces from him. Her face was flushed with passion and her eyes shining as she looked him over, her eyes lingering longest at the front of his swimsuit, where the telltale bulge of his growing erection was very evident. It was Tod's turn to blush then, as he followed her gaze with his own eyes and noted the unconscious signal of his mounting excitement.
Lena laughed again as she watched the young boy's face turn dark crimson with embarrassment.
She did nothing to ease his sexual discomfort when she slid seductively out of her sleeveless denim jacket and tossed the garment to one side of her, among the fallen leaves. She kept her eyes upon Tod's face, noting how his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the ripe mounding swell of her tits and the juncture of her belly and thighs. She smiled broadly, confident that she already had that young boy under her erotic spell.
Slowly, still keeping her eyes on the boy, Lena hooked her fingers into the hem of her tight sweater and began pulling it gradually, teasingly upward. The milky flesh of her flat belly was revealed first, and then the round underswell of her breasts. She heard a gasp from Tod as her breasts came into full view, hobbling slightly as the material was drawn across them, the pink nipple buds already distended and aiming toward him like twin exclamation points of desire. Tired of the delay, she whipped the sweater off over her head and arms then, tossing it aside to join the crumpled jacket as she stood before Tod, naked to the waist.
Tod Green felt beads of perspiration break out on his forehead despite the forest coolness as he stared at Lena's naked tits. He felt the instant stiffening of his cock as it bulged against the skin-tight swimsuit, and he blushed again, clasping his hands innocently in front of his crotch to hide the unmistakable sign of sexual arousal. He could not tear his gaze from the aiming tips of the young woman's nipples, and the soft spherical curves of her ample breasts, swaying and swelling with each breath she took.
Lena noted the boy's unavoidable reaction with a satisfied smile. Slowly, tauntingly, she slid her palms upward from her waist and over her ribs to cup the heavy cones of her tits, milking and stroking them with masturbating manipulations while the boy stared openmouthed. Lena thumbed the already distended buds of her nipples, strumming and caressing them into ever greater length and rigidity. Her own breathing became heavier, more labored, as the show she was putting on for Tod inescapably aroused her also.
Anxious to continue, Lena released her excited breasts and tore at the fastenings of her jeans with practiced fingers. She ran the zipper down and began to peel the tight pants slowly downward over the full curve of her ripe woman's hips, while Tod watched, enthralled. As she slid the jeans ever downward, Lena hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her sheer bikini panties and lowered those undergarments as well, so that Tod was treated to the sight of her naked flesh being gradually revealed before his eyes. The young boy gasped aloud as he caught a first glimpse of her dark pubic hair and the pouting pussy lips which peeked at him from beneath the cover of that curly forest.
Lena lifted one leg to step out of her jeans, giving Tod Green a clear view of her entire cuntal furrow as her smooth long legs separated briefly. And then she was kicking the jeans and panties away, totally naked before him as she advanced to stand almost within arm's length of the trembling, panting boy.
Lena began to stroke and caress her tits once more, paying particular attention to the rigid nipples. Her eyes were burning slits of passion, and she rocked gently back and forth on the balls of her feet as she gave herself over totally to the erotic sensations engendered by her own manual stimulation. She let her palms slide smoothly downward along her abdomen, dipping lightly into the triangular forest of her pussy hair. She stiffened as her fingertips made searing contact with those pouting nether lips, and her legs quickly parted as if with a mind of their own, allowing her searching hands greater access to the hot little furrow of her cunt.
The woman used one hand to pry her pouting cuntal lips apart while the fingertips of her other hand probed and swirled about the moist coralline flesh within. She was breathing more heavily now, almost panting, as electric little shivers of passion shot outward from the tingling flesh of her cunt. The cool morning air washed over that moist, sensitive flesh, adding another chilling erotic sensation to the feelings already enveloping her torso. She bit deeply into her full lower lip as one finger disappeared into her vaginal canal with a wet sucking sound, then reappeared to make flicking, shivering contact with her tiny clitoral bud.
Tod Green stood dumbfounded, breathing heavily as he watched the woman lewdly manipulate her own wet cuntal flesh. His arms hung slack at his sides as he completely forgot to conceal the surging outline of his own growing erection beneath his taut swimsuit. Near the throbbing head of his penis the swimsuit material was wet, dampened by the seepage of his own pre-ejaculate fluids as he feasted his young eyes on Lena's luscious nudity.
Lena noted that wetness and the throbbing bulge beneath, and moved closer to Tod, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, eyes glassy with lust. She slid her naked arms once more around his neck and thrust her nude body against his torso, smothering his confused whimper with a deep soul kiss. Her hips ground fiercely forward against the pulsating bulge of his erection, sending spasmodic jolts of erotic pleasure shooting through Tod's body. Her slim fingers roamed at will over his naked chest and back, finally sliding downward to strum lightly across the prominent swell of his rigid penis inside his swim trunks. Tod's body went rigid and quivering at that lascivious touch, and he clenched his fists at his sides, fighting to maintain some remnant of self-control in the bizarre situation.
Lena's nibbling lips and flicking tongue followed the curve of his throat and descended to his naked chest, slowly tracking downward along his body as she sank ever so gradually to her knees in front of Tod. The young boy shivered uncontrollably as her full breasts and stiff nipples tracked downward across his chest and stomach, scraping deliciously along the pulsating length of his erection. He gasped aloud as the woman's fingers hooked into the tight waistband of his trunks and she began to roll the tight garments downward over his narrow hips to strip him totally naked before her eyes.
Tod winced slightly as the material caught and scraped over the sensitive tip of his cock, but the pain was brief, and then the tight trunks were swiftly descending the columns of his legs, to rest in a crumpled little heap about his ankles. He stood naked before the kneeling woman, eyes wide with mingled fright and passion, blushing furiously as her hungry eyes devoured him. His thick penile shaft wobbled straight out from his loins, aiming like a fleshy lance directly toward the young woman's smiling face. Lena could make out the single pearly drop of seminal fluid clinging to the head of his imposing prick.
Lena stretched out her slim hands, enfolding Tod's long cock in her grasp and lovingly stroking its full length until he groaned in lustful passion and rocked slowly backward and forward on the balls of his feet. She moistened her thumbs in the seminal fluid at his prick head and smeared that lubricating along the full length of that rod, until her palms and Tod's penis were slick and glistening with it. His cock was lubricating more freely now, and she felt an answering flow of hot fluid beginning between her trembling thighs as the lustful sights and sensations combined to nearly overwhelm her.
Lena stretched forward, bending slightly at the waist until her large breasts were on a direct level with Tod's lurching penis. She released his cock and cupped her tits in moistened palms, sliding still further forward until his prick was trapped and enveloped by the satin valley between her breasts. She held him there for a long moment, pinned in a velvet vise, and then she began to rock back and forth slowly on her knees, energetically masturbating his cock in a warm artificial vagina.
Tod moaned continuously now, breathing raggedly as he gave himself over entirely to the sweeping erotic sensations of the moment. He felt the churning sperm within his testicles, aching to find explosive release in a mind-shattering orgasm, and he groaned again, willing himself desperately on toward that plateau which formerly existed only in his erotic dreams.
Lena could sense the young boy's approaching climax by means of the sudden swelling and stiffening of his cock. She rocked back quickly on her haunches, seizing his wobbling penis in one hand and pinching tightly, even painfully, at the base of the blood-engorged shaft. Tod cried aloud with surprise and startled pain, looking down to find the naked young woman smiling.
"We don't want you to cum too soon, do we pretty boy?" she asked, her voice husky with passion.
Tod had no answer, and so stood silent before her. Lena waited through what seemed to him an endless moment, until the fierce immediacy of his lust had subsided slightly. Then she ducked forward again, and Tod sighed with welcome relief, eyes closing automatically as he waited for the velvet vise of her fleshy tits to capture his penis once more.
The sudden wet, hot contact of her mouth with his tingling cock flesh brought the boy's eyes snapping open in stunned surprise. He glanced quickly down the length of his nude body, to find Lena lapping contentedly at the purple glans of his surging cock. Her fingers strummed the length of his organ in such a fashion that she reminded him of a clarinet player, and then she gradually began to envelop still more of his needing prick in the warm cavity of her mouth.
Tod thrust his hips impulsively forward, burying his eager cock deeper in her oral cavity, until the blunt glans nudged against the back of her throat. Lena overcame a brief choking sensation, then smiled to herself as she confirmed that the young lad was firmly within her power. She sucked and licked more forcefully at his throbbing pole of genital flesh, feeling that hot shaft swell and lengthen noticeably within the milking confines of her mouth.
Once again Tod felt himself teetering on the very brink of orgasm, and Lena, too, detected those oncoming spasms of pleasure with her ultra-sensitive tongue. Once more she withdrew her stimulating caress, pinching off the base of his cock to thwart the eruption of his sperm and prolong their mutual enjoyment.
Lena rocked backward into a sitting position, still holding Tod's cock tightly in one hand, and then lowered herself slowly until she was lying stretched out on her back upon the cool grass. Tod was forced to follow her, tugged along inexorably as she used his cock like the pull-handle of a child's little red wagon. She maneuvered him skillfully into the V formed by her widespread legs, letting the boy feast his eyes upon the moist flesh exposed there before tugging more insistently on his penis and bringing him closer.
"Fuck me," she commanded breathlessly, her hips all the while undulating in a lewd simulated fucking motion. "Fuck my pussy. I need some cock right now!"
Tod could not answer. In fact, he was having some trouble just breathing, but the insistent tugging of her hand upon his inflamed cock and the cooing words of her lustful command spurred him on, prompting him to lower himself into a prone position over the young woman's naked torso. Her hands guided his pulsing cock into the first searing contact with her wet cuntal flesh, and then nature and instinct took over, and he was driving his hips forward to hilt his rampaging penis in the silky depths of her vagina.
Lena had excited herself almost to the explosion point with her own lewd masturbation and her manual and oral assaults upon the boy's ripe young body. Now, with his penis ramming into her pussy and his pubic bone buffeting against the sensitive nub of her tiny clit, she climaxed almost at once, a rending, ripping, seemingly endless orgasm that rocked and confulsed her supple torso and sent her frenzied mind reeling to the verge of unconsciousness.
Tod gasped and arched his back as the woman went berserk beneath him. Her fingernails clawed at his back and dug into his buttocks, striving to force his penis ever deeper inside her cunt. The internal muscles of her pussy milked at his skewering cock demandingly, jangling every nerve in his taut body as they sucked and tugged upon his pulsing genital flesh. The woman's passionate orgasmic cries filled his youthful ears and mind.
"Jesus!" she gasped breathlessly, pantingly, "I'm cumming. I'mmmm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!! ! "
It was enough and more than enough to send Tod himself over that indefinable brink and plunge him downward into the swirling abyss of carnal ecstasy. His spine arched, head thrown back and mouth yawning in a soundless scream of pleasure, he hammered his pelvis ruthlessly against the woman's widespread crotch, driving his exploding prick to the hilt with every fierce stroke. Wet slurping sounds of animalistic sex filled the shady glen as he pounded her body with his own, skewering his cock ever deeper into her with each long pistoning thrust.
Tod felt the boiling caldron of his testicles suddenly overflow, the creamy white sperm erupting from the blunt tip of his cock to blanket the inside of Lena's cunt and womb in long, spouting jets of cum. The added stimulation of that wet invasion seemed to dispatch the woman on yet another round of convulsions and screams, and the young couple rolled there on the grass, locked together in the rictus of passion, until they were both totally spent and collapsed semi-conscious in each other's arms.
A nagging voice of doubt and guilt spoke up from the rear of Tod Green's hazy brain, but it was quickly lost amid the pleasurable sensations sweeping over his body in those post-orgasmic moments. He was no longer a virgin, and somehow he instinctively knew that whatever else happened on that bizarre weekend, his life would truly never again be the same.