Chapter 3
"Those kids of yours should be back pretty soon," the cyclist named Luke said. "We'd better get some water up here from the lake and be all ready for them."
Blake Green rose immediately, but the chief biker motioned for him to sit back down, turning toward Evelyn and crooking a finger as he beckoned her to rise.
"Little mama can fetch the water," Luke drawled. "I wanna keep a close eye on papa."
Evelyn rose shakily to her feet, her face wearing a pinched expression of worry. She had changed out of the revealing robe and into a blouse and slacks, but she still felt very uneasy in the presence of the grubby-looking bikers. Blake's apparent compliance with their every demand did not make her feel any better, although she grudgingly admitted to herself that there was little or nothing he could do, outnumbered and unarmed.
Luke gestured toward the tallest of the outlaw bikers, crooking an arm and pointing vaguely toward where Evelyn stood. "Tiny, you keep mama company. And make sure she doesn't accidentally get lost or something on the way back, eh?"
The one called Tiny giggled in an oddly high-pitched voice and turned to face Evelyn, jerking a commanding thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the lake. Evelyn glanced toward Blake and he nodded cryptically to her, urging her not to offend these potentially violent savages in any way. She forced a weak smile in response and picked up the alimunum pail they used to bring water to the camp. Turning from the others, she began striding across the meadow toward the lake, with the hulking Tiny keeping pace at her side. Blake watched her go with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It took Tiny and Evelyn five minutes to cross the gently sloping meadow, and they covered the ground in stony silence. After passing through a narrow screen of trees they found themselves virtually on the shore of a long oval lake, perhaps a mile long and half a mile wide at the broadest point. The blue-green water rippled softly in the morning breeze, and Evelyn was struck as always by the beauty of that forest scene.
Tiny's voice jarred Evelyn suddenly out of her reverie, bringing her immediately back to harsh reality. "It's hard to believe you got two kids," he said admiringly. "You got a great body."
Evelyn blushed furiously and muttered quiet thanks for the unwelcome compliment, desperately striving to change the subject and control the situation. "We'd better get back to camp with that water," she said.
"No rush," the giant of a man replied. "Luke won't be expectin' us back for a half hour or so."
An alarm bell began clanging in the back of Evelyn's worried mind. "What?" she asked quickly, "Why not?"
The cyclist grinned his wordless answer, advancing toward her with slow, almost lumbering steps. Evelyn panicked, hurling the aluminum bucket at his head and attempting to dodge around him toward the trees. Tiny batted the pail aside with one arm as if it had been a pesky fly and lunged at her, grabbing her by one arm and flinging her about, propelling her in front of him and back toward the barrier of the lake.
Evelyn stumbled, reeling and losing her footing on the slick muddy ground. She plunged backward into the shallow water at the lake's edge, raising a splash as she sank briefly under the surface before bobbing up again. She scrambled quickly though awkwardly to her feet, facing the cyclist from her position, ankle-deep in the water.
"Please," she said imploringly, her voice tearful. "Please leave me alone."
"You'll catch cold standing there in the water," he said by way of reply, smiling broadly as he beckoned her out again onto the shore.
She emerged from the lake gingerly, conscious of the biker's eyes traveling over her body like a physical caress. She glanced downward, and gasped as she saw that the dunking she had taken had plastered her blouse and slacks against her flesh like a second skin. She blushed again and shivered slightly in the cool-breeze, her nipples stiffening involuntarily from the cold and spiking outward, plainly visible through the soaked material of her thin blouse and lacy little brassiere.
"You oughta get out of those wet things," the man snickered. "You could catch your death." As he spoke, he began to move toward her with menacing strides.
Again Evelyn tried to evade him and again she failed. Tiny grabbed her by one arm and whipped her about, laughing deep in his throat as he wrestled with the panicky woman. She kicked out at him, her foot grazing his thigh, and he responded suddenly with a vicious backhand smash to the face which sent her reeling, stunned, onto the moist ground. Evelyn lay there, dazed, ears ringing with the force of the blow, as Tiny advanced upon her and knelt beside her.
"Don't ever try to play rough with me, lady," he growled in warning. "You're way outta your league, and you can't even begin to compete."
Evelyn cringed away from him as he reached out for her, weeping softly, the moist tears staining her pale cheeks. "Please," she sobbed raggedly. "Don't hurt me. Please."
"I don't plan on hurtin' ya," Tiny assured her with a lewd smile. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up having a real nice time."
The cyclist's fingers were fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, but the wet material seemed to stick tenaciously to itself, frustrating him and making him angry. At last he seized the material in both hands and ripped violently, tearing the tiny buttons off and scattering them on the ground around him, flinging back the material to reveal Evelyn's full breasts in the tight, wet cups of her white lacy bra.
Tiny feasted his eyes on that lustful sight, licking his lips openly as he stared at the tiny pink nipples peeking through the soaked material of Evelyn's brassiere. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the biker stretched out one hand to cup one of Evelyn's ripe tits through the wet bra, slowly stroking and massaging that orb of pliant flesh with lust-inciting strokes. Evelyn cringed and trembled at the first touch of the lecherous cyclist's calloused hand upon her secret flesh.
Tiny was not satisfied for long with simply petting Evelyn's tits through the confining barrier of her flimsy bra. He hooked the fingers of one big hand down the valley between her breasts, hauling upward sharply on the elastic material so that she was lifted partially from the ground before the material ripped and fell away, dropping her back to earth with jolting suddenness. Tiny brushed the ruined halves of her bra aside with a brisk impatient gesture, revealing the full orbs of her tits in all their naked glory before his eyes.
Evelyn Green sobbed fitfully, her breasts bobbing and wobbling with the exertion, her stiff little cherry nipples jiggling hypnotically before Tiny's hungry eyes. The biker stretched out his hands, cupping and fondling those pliant orbs, first gently and then ever more forcefully as he was locked in the grip of mounting sexual arousal. His coarse palms slid slowly over Evelyn's heaving breast flesh, provoking a shudder of loathing that combined with her sobs to wrack her naked torso. Tiny centered her stiff little nipples in his big palms and rotated his hands tauntingly, forcing a reluctant groan of mingled pain and budding arousal from Evelyn's taut lips.
The strange shivers which wracked Evelyn's body both confused and frightened her. My God, she thought to herself, I simply can't be getting aroused by this savage. I can't! It's impossible! And yet, she was grudgingly forced to admit in her own mind that the gooseflesh breaking out on her arms and trembling thighs was not entirely due to fright at her captive situation. The continuous manipulation of her super-sensitive breasts had undeniably sparked a sympathetic tingling reaction in the warm, moist furrow of her secret little pussy.
Tiny was breathing heavily, leaning closer over Evelyn as he continued to milk and massage her vibrant tits. Suddenly his head ducked forward, and his hot mouth enveloped the spiking bud of one cherry nipple, inhaling it into the warm moistness of that oral cavern. He gripped the tingling bud firmly between his front teeth, prompting a startled cry of pain from Evelyn. That pain was quickly assuaged, however, as his darting tongue began to flick and lap at the sensory nub of her nipple, circling tauntingly about the rosy ring of her little areola. Evelyn brought her hands up defensively, fingers tangling in his hair to tug his face away from her tit, but he only tightened the fierce grip of his teeth, wringing another sob of pain from her throat. Resignedly, she let her limp arms fall back to her sides, surrendering for the moment to that lewd oral rape of her sensitive breast flesh.
An unaccountable ringing had started in Evelyn's ears as she lay there on the cool grass, with the tall biker leaning over her and sucking her tingling nipple. He shifted his mouth to the other breast now, slavering and licking his way across the ivory orb until his mouth fastened upon that nipple in turn. At the same time, his hands slid tauntingly down the length of her slowly writhing abdomen to the front fastening of her slacks, fingers busy there as he fought to open her garments and reach inside.
"No. Please, no," Evelyn sobbed weakly, all the while grinding her ripe buttocks downward into the grass as she sought to escape those busy fingers rummaging about her waist and crotch. It was to no avail, and after a moments effort he was unbuttoning the catch at the waist of her pants and swiftly lowering the zipper, its soft purring noise incredibly loud in Evelyn's frightened ears.
Tiny lifted his head and face away from Evelyn's tingling breasts, rocking back on his haunches as he concentrated on the task of finally stripping her entirely naked. His clawed fingers hooked into the now-loose waistband of her slacks, catching likewise in the elastic band of the bikini panties she wore underneath. Slowly, inexorably, he began to roll those protective garments downward over the firm swell of her hips, fighting Evelyn's feeble efforts to resist her own undressing. He hauled upward on the garments, forcibly lifting her ass-cheeks off the ground so that he could continue sliding the tight slacks and panties downward along her body and toward the firm columns of her thighs.
Evelyn felt the cool morning air wash over the now-exposed flesh of her belly and loins. Another ragged sob was forced from her throat at the very idea of her being totally nude in front of this lecherous, hungry savage who was her immediate captor. Her head lolled weakly from side to side, and she felt herself almost trapped in the grip of a waking nightmare which had no end.
Tiny let out a little gasp of mingled lust and admiration as the furred triangle of Evelyn's blond pubic hair came into view for the first time. He licked his lips noisily, peering closer until he could make out the pink, pouting lips of her tiny secret cunt nestled there beneath the gentle curls of her cuntal forest. The sight produced a familiar tightness in the crotch of his faded jeans, and he smiled as he felt his hungry penis lurching into instant readiness and erection.
The lecherous cyclist hurriedly finished his chore of stripping Evelyn, skimming the slacks and panties along her unresisting legs and flinging them away into the underbrush to one side. With a growl of undisguised lust he pounced upon her, burying his hungrily working mouth and lips in the soft flesh of her flat little stomach.
Evelyn gasped in shock at that unexpected oral assault. Strange tremors of totally unfamiliar arousal raced through her curvaceous torso as she experienced the sensations of Tiny's licking, lapping tongue upon her naked body. His mouth was slowly working its way downward, homing inevitably on the furrow of her secret little cunt, and the thought of what the lewd biker obviously intended for her was almost more than Evelyn could bear.
Christ, she thought anxiously, he's going to kiss and suck my pussy! Not even her husband had ever been able to do that, although he had tried on several occasions. Evelyn had simply been raised to believe that all such activities were "bad" and "dirty." When Blake had tried oral sex with her she had frozen up and pushed him forcibly away. The very thought that she would now be forced inescapably to accept the same perverted treatment was almost enough to make her faint dead away by itself.
Tiny's mouth was almost at the upper fringe of her curly pubic hair now, his lips nibbling teasingly about the edges of that downy triangle until Evelyn's hips squirmed involuntarily in a release of erotic tension and anticipation. She wondered fearfully what it would really be like to feel a man's mouth, lips and tongue down there.
The first touch of Tiny's lips and tongue upon her pussy lips themselves took Evelyn totally by surprise, stunning her with shooting little jolts of electrifying pleasure. Her spine arched convulsively, bringing her body upward off the ground, involuntarily jamming her hot loins tighter against the lewd biker's slavering mouth.
Tiny lapped and sucked at Evelyn's outer pussy lips, running his pink tongue tip along the outline of her vaginal slit with light, teasing, flicking strokes that seemed to drive her wild with sexual frenzy. Evelyn's pulse pounded heavily in her ears and her head was reeling as she was cast adrift on a sea of hitherto unknown sensual experiences and sensations. Her heels dug deeply into the soft turf, and the muscles and tendons of her legs stood out like taut iron bands as she strained, fighting internally against the primitive urges and emotions within her.
She was losing, and she knew it. Already she was unable to fully control her pelvic muscles, unable to prevent her full womanly hips from moving in a lewd little fucking rhythm all their own. Her hips bucked slightly up and down, forcing her sizzling vaginal slit into closer conjunction with the hungry mouth of her lustful captor, giving Evelyn herself new jolts of forbidden delight with each new stroke of the biker's lapping tongue.
Tiny brought both of his big hands into the lewd action, prying Evelyn's pussy lips apart to expose the moist coralline flesh hidden within, allowing his lips and tongue unrestricted access to that most secret part of her womanly anatomy. A new tremor of passion rocked Evelyn, and she was forced to gasp aloud with shocked delight, as the cyclist's tongue circled rapidly around the rubbery little mouth of her vaginal canal, then moved on to flick dazzlingly across the stiffening pleasure bud of her tiny clitoris.
Evelyn felt that she must surely faint under the onslaught of the multiple erotic sensations even then sweeping her firm body. She had never imagined such intense pleasure to be possible from her lovemaking with Blake, and certainly not from her own lewd masturbation on the occasions when she failed to climax with her husband. Now, it seemed almost that the sexually repressed housewife was being involuntarily introduced to new vistas and plateaus of erotic feeling, each more dizzying than the last, and she found herself, to her horror and humiliation, loving every lewd second of it.
Evelyn Green began to moan rhythmically and constantly, tiny mewling cries of pleasure escaping from her lips as her head lolled limply from side to side. Her clawed fingers dug deeply into the earth at her sides as she fought a losing battle against the fierce passion which was rapidly engulfing her. At last she could bear no more, and with a loud sob of surrender she tangled her fingers in the cyclist's matted hair, tugging his avidly working mouth tighter against the steamy furrow of her cunt.
It was the signal of capitulation which Tiny had been waiting for. To Evelyn's great amazement and frustration, he immediately twisted out of her grasp, breaking the oral contact with her cunt as he rocked back on his haunches to regard her through lust-narrowed eyes. Evelyn stared up at him from her place on the ground, her hips still doing their instinctive little pirouette of passion, her wet cunt fully exposed now to his eyes.
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a whispery, befuddled voice. "Why did you stop?"
Tiny laughed lewdly, deep in his throat. "It's time for you to get some real cock, lady, and right now!"
The import of the biker's words snapped Evelyn back to instant reality, but she found herself strangely unable to move from where she lay, almost hypnotized as she watched Tiny unfasten his jeans and peel them slowly down over his hips. She gasped in shock as his massive penis sprang into full view, rigidly erect and pulsing with blood, a milky drop of semen gleaming at the cyclopic eye of his purple glans.
"No . . . you can't," Evelyn stammered, shaking her head like a woman in a daze, which in fact she was.
"You'd be surprised at what I can do," Tiny assured her, moving swiftly at the same time so that he was kneeling directly between her widespread thighs. His looming meaty prick waved above her naked torso like some evil magician's magic wand.
Evelyn collapsed backward upon the grass as Tiny began to stroke and fondle her trembling naked body with his big hands. She went limp inside as the raging erotic sensations within her finally won out over the small fires of common sense and loyalty to her husband which nagged at the back of her reeling mind. As Tiny used one hand to further stimulate and manipulate his own rigid cock flesh, Evelyn watched in fascination, like a bird watching the approaching serpent.
Tiny guided his cock head forward into burning contact with the trapped housewife's pussy flesh. Slowly, agonizingly, the biker traced his blunt glans along the furrow of her cunt, taking special care to circle and taunt the now-rigid nub of her flaming clitoris. Evelyn was lost, adrift in a fantasy world all her own, writhing and moaning helplessly on the cool grass as he played her cunt like a virtuoso violinist.
Tiring of the game, and urged on by his own mounting lust, Tiny shifted positions, bringing his cockhead into direct alignment with the opening of Evelyn's tight little vagina. The broad tip of his prick prodded against that rubbery opening, and then he thrust his hips forward, skewering the writhing woman in one powerful, impaling stroke.
Evelyn's entire body arched upward off the ground in a spasm that was now more pain than pleasure. Her teeth clenched, and every muscle in her body was taut and straining as she cried out in pain at the forceful invasion of her little cunt.
"Stop it!" she cried piteously. "You're hurting me!"
Tiny said nothing, too intent on his own pleasure now as he fucked into the elastic channel of her pussy with regular, rhythmic strokes. He wheezed and gasped as he felt the tight walls of her vagina clinging to his cock on the out-strokes, and rippling ahead of his powerful thrusts on the in-strokes. He was rapidly reaching the verge of his orgasmic explosion, and he fucked into her all the more rapidly, willing her to join him on that dazzling plateau in spite of herself.
Evelyn was surprised to find that the pain of his initial entry subsided almost at once, as her feminine lubrication increased and the walls of her cunt relaxed enough to accommodate his pistoning prick. She began to accept his rape of her cunt now, rudely brushing aside thoughts of Blake and the adulterous act to which she was submitting, thinking only of herself in that blazing moment, and fighting upward toward the pinnacle of passion which she so seldom reached any more with her spouse.
Tiny sensed the woman's grudging cooperation and fucked into her cunt with increasingly powerful, driving strokes. The sperm was churning violently in the cistern of his testicles, and he knew that it would only be moments, perhaps seconds, before he attained that blissful pinnacle and plunged headlong into the dark vortex beyond.
Tiny's orgasm hit him like a nuclear explosion, wracking his entire massive body with convulsions and prompting him to hammer his hips against Evelyn's widespread crotch with fanatical zeal. His creamy white sperm erupted from his cock in searing waves, blanketing the interior of the housewife's cunt and setting off the chain-reaction detonation of her own impending climax.
"JJJeeeeeeesssssssuuuuusssss!! ! ! " Evelyn Green sobbed as she reached shattering orgasm, "IIIIII-mmmmmmmmm ccccuuuummmmmmmmiiiiii-nnnnnngggggg!! ! GGGGGGGGGGooooooooooooo-dddddddddd!! ! ! "
Her pussy locked tight around Tiny's pumping cock, seizing that pole of flesh as she rolled and writhed in spasm after spasm of erotic release.
Lights flashed and spun behind the lids of her tightly-shut eyes, and she moaned non-stop into the hollow of his shoulder. All thoughts of shame and adultery were gone, erased by the scalding flood of Tiny's sperm, as Evelyn gave herself over totally to the searing passion of the moment.
Blake Green glanced nervously at his watch and cursed softly. It concerned him that his wife and children had all been gone for so long in the company of these savage strangers. Blake was worried about what might happen, since all of them seemed so helpless at times without his support and guidance. He felt a sudden and tremendous need to be away from those cyclists, to gather his thoughts and form some plan of action to help them all before it was too late.
Luke and his companions raised no objections when Blake got to his feet and ambled slowly to his tent. They had, of course, searched the tent already for weapons, and they knew only too well that they had nothing to fear from him as long as he remained in there. Broodingly, he sat down in silence upon the sleeping pallet he shared with his wife and began almost hopelessly to search for a solution to their predicament.
He had sat there, lost in thought, for perhaps five minutes when he was startled by the rustling of the front tent flaps. He looked up quickly, expecting Luke or the other male biker, ordering him out of the tent where they could watch him more closely. Instead, he was surprised to find himself facing the second of the two women who rode with the gang, this one a willowy brunette with hair reaching to her waist. He had heard the men refer to her several times as Myrna.
"You need some company, man?" Myrna asked, a strangely consoling note in her voice.
Blake shrugged, keeping silent and watching her intently as she slid into a sitting position close to him. He avoided her penetrating stare as he took the opportunity to look her over and try to gauge her intentions.
Myrna was tall for a woman, at least five foot nine, but slender at the same time, without being painfully thin. Blake's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the ripe swelling curves of her breasts and hips, and he sucked in his breath in surprise as he noted that she obviously wore no bra beneath the fringed leather vest that was her only clothing from the waist up. As she leaned on one hand, swaying slightly toward him, the vest gapped open, held in front only by two leather thongs, and revealed the milky flesh of one full breast almost to her nipple. Blake repressed a shudder as he felt himself involuntarily responding to the sight of that exposed female flesh. He felt his penis slowly stiffening toward erection.
"I thought you might like some company," the woman repeated. "You looked kind of lonely sitting in here all by yourself." She smiled slightly as she spoke, and Blake was unable to ignore a definite suggestive tone in her soft voice.
"I'm fine," he assured her brusquely, shrugging off the lewd images which sprang unhidden into his mind.
"I'll just bet you are, man," she said huskily, resting her palm lightly upon his thigh at the same time and sliding it ever so slowly upward toward his crotch.
Blake stiffened, saying nothing as she continued the feathery caress of his inner thigh. He set his jaw and clenched his teeth, waiting, determined to resist her every advance, until her light fingertips made actual contact with the budding swell of his erection beneath the material of his slacks. Blake blushed furiously as she idly stroked and fondled the hidden outline of his prick, teasing her fingernails around the blunt mound of his glans and tickling along the entire ever-growing length of that genital shaft.
"You got yourself quite a tool there, baby," she breathed admiringly. "I'll bet your old lady really feels lucky, huh?"
Blake Green almost laughed aloud at that, thinking unavoidably of the sexual problems he had been having with his wife for the past six months, and of the frustrating scene which had been enacted in that very tent mere moments before the bikers made their thundering approach.
"Yeah," the woman continued, speaking almost to herself. "Your old lady's real lucky to have a stud like you with a cock that size. I'll bet there's more than enough to go around."
Blake turned his gaze to the woman at his side, mentally fighting and losing in the effort to control his rampantly lurching penis. Myrna could plainly sense that he was falling under her erotic spell, judging by the ever-growing length and rigid thickness of the cock trapped in her stroking palm.
Blake Green swallowed hard, unable to suppress a twinge of disappointment and frustration as the young woman withdrew her stroking hand suddenly from his crotch. She rose to her knees in one fluid motion, moving closer beside him until the ripe swell of her mounding tits were on a direct level with his sweating face. Her eyes locked with his and held his gaze as her slender fingers slowly rose to her chest, und began toying with the thong fastenings which held her vest together in front.
One of those thongs came suddenly undone under the fiddling of her agile digits, and the natural swell of her tits forced the soft leather vest to gap even further open in front. The milky orbs of Myrna's tits were now almost fully exposed to Blake's slitted eyes, with only the rosy nipples and the under curve of each ripe cone still concealed by the sagging vest. Blake felt a sudden tightness in his throat, accenting the mounting erotic tension in his swelling penis and balls.
Myrna casually untied the remaining fastening of her vest, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head at the same time as if she was about to yawn. The deliberate action forced her garment to fall completely away from the ripe mounds of her breasts, and the milky orbs suddenly thrust proudly forward toward Blake's face, the already-stiffening nipple buds aiming directly at him like tiny pointing fingers. Blake gasped at the sight of that luscious female nudity so suddenly and provocatively displayed before his hungry eyes.
Myrna glanced down at her own naked breasts, and then her eyes met Blake's, her face wearing an expression of complete innocence and naivete. The pink tip of her tongue flicked cautiously across her moist lips as she arched her back again, thrusting her large tits further forward until the cherry nipples were less than six inches from Blake's reddening face.
'This vest makes me itch," Myrna said casually, bringing her hands up at that moment to cup and fondle her breasts, thumbs and forefingers going to work avidly upon the lengthening nubs of her little nipples. Blake watched, enchanted, as those little pleasure nodes stiffened noticeably under the manual stimulation.
"Wouldn't you like to scratch them for me?" she asked coyly, reaching down to lift one of his hands and place it upon the naked mound of her left breast. She arched her back again, writhing her upper torso in such a manner that the stiff little nipple ground erotically into the center of Blake's palm. He felt new beads of perspiration bursting out on his forehead, and his other hand was suddenly rising involuntarily, as if with a mind and life of its own, to cup Myrna's other breast and join in the lustful, milking rotary massage of her firm mammary flesh.
The young woman sighed and groaned deep in her throat, making appreciative little sounds as she grabbed Blake's hands in hers, pressing his greedy fingers all the more tightly into her pliant breast flesh. Then her hands slid forward to tangle in his dark hair, pulling his reddened face tight into the lush valley between her mounding tits and holding him there.
Blake felt suddenly dizzy, and there was an inexplicable ringing in his ears. Experimentally, he let the tip of his tongue flick gingerly out and swipe wetly across the hot inner curve of one big breast. Myrna's reaction was sudden and emphatic, as she clutched his face tighter against her flesh and sighed deep in her throat, a little tremor of sensual delight wracking her slender frame.
Encouraged, Blake allowed his lips and tongue to become more adventurous, wandering at will across the smooth, soft hills of the young woman's naked tits. He experienced a passing sensation of guilt as he thought briefly of his wife, but the feeling was quickly washed away by the sea of new and unexpected sensations which were enveloping him.
Blake brought his hands up behind Myrna, sliding palms and fingertips teasingly along her back, then cupping her firm buttocks through her jeans and tugging her body tighter against him. He devoured her tits, little lustful growls working their way from his straining throat as he inhaled and slavered over great mouthfuls of succulent breast flesh. First one rigid nipple and then the other was sucked into the churning, super-heated cavern of his mouth, pinned there by his teeth and lashed into an erotic frenzy by his dancing, jabbing tongue. Myrna seemed to be going insane in his grasp, writhing and undulating, groaning out little mewling cries of desire as she lost herself in the storm of emotion she herself had precipitated.
Suddenly, without warning, she was squirming out of Blake's passionate embrace and rocking back on her haunches. Hands on his shoulders, she was shoving the bewildered man backward until he lay flat on his back, watching her intently through curious eyes.
She bent over him, fingers flying busily over the fastenings of his jeans until she had opened them and splayed the restraining material aside. She fished one hand inside his tight jockey shorts, hauling his rigid penis outward into the full light of day and stroking it teasingly with her fingers until it stood at attention, jutting upward from his loins like a miniature flagpole. Blake ground his teeth together and writhed helplessly, totally at her mercy in his unwillingness to break the spell of that erotic moment.
Satisfied with the condition of Blake's surging cock, Myrna jumped to her feet and quickly wiggled out of her own jeans and clinging bikini panties. Blake gaped in awe at the dark triangle of her pubic hair looming above him, and the succulent little pussy lips nestled there at the junction of her flat belly and impossibly long, firm legs. He waited with baited breath, certain that she was about to lower that steamy little cunt onto the shaft of his cock. Already he could feel the reservoir of his cum boiling and stirring in his testicles.
Myrna surprised him greatly as she lowered herself into a kneeling position not over his rigid loins, but over his face. She crouched there, facing down his body toward the lighthouse of his cock, with her tender cunt splayed and poised directly above his mouth and nose. Blake examined and instantly memorized every detail of her luxuriant crotch with his hungry eyes, picking out the tiny bud of her clit and the puckered little hairless ring of her asshole, following the furred slit of her vaginal lips from beginning to end.
Myrna stroked and fondled his naked cock with light, feathery strokes, all the while splaying her thighs further apart and gradually lowering her cunt on top of Blake's face. After a long moment, those moist pussy lips pressed against his mouth and nose, and she lay prone along his body as she quickly enveloped the head of his cock in her own ravenous young mouth.
Blake arched his back and groaned inwardly at that incredibly lustful sensation. Her warm lips and darting tongue devoured his rod, lapping along its full length and paying particular attention to the sensory nerves of his blunt purple glans. He felt that he must be going insane as her hands joined the game, gently tickling his turgid penis and sliding downward to cup and fondle the heavy spheres of his lust-bloated testicles.
Timidly, cautiously, Blake let his own tongue flick outward to make jarring contact with the moist coralline flesh of Myrna's hot little cunt. Her trim young body was wracked by an immediate tremor of passion, and her hips ground downward, forcing her slit into ever closer conjunction with his mouth.
Blake Green worked more avidly at his task now, sliding his hot tongue along the full length of Myrna's cuntal furrow. He swirled that tongue about the tiny puckered opening of her vaginal canal, then moved on to lap teasingly at the sensory node of her stiffened little clitoris. Myrna reciprocated with even more energetic sucking and licking along the feverish rod of Blake's surging, rampant prick.
Blake became more self-assured, more adventurous, now biting and gnawing with gentle savagery at the pouting lips and moist inner lining of Myrna's pussy. He drank down the hot feminine secretions emanating from her splayed loins, savoring the heady female aroma and flavor of that earthly love potion. He noted the rhythmic clenching and relaxing of the taut muscles in Myrna's thighs and buttocks as she established an artificial fucking rhythm, pumping her loins deliberately and seductively against his face as he sucked her off.
Emboldened by her ready acceptance of what his own wife had always considered "dirty" and "perverted," Blake brought both of his hands into the play. He seized the firm cheeks of Myrna's ass and pried them ruthlessly apart, fully exposing the puckered ring of her rubbery anal sphincter to his gaze. Without hesitation or warning, he stabbed his stiffened tongue forward, making a jarring bull's eye on that anal ring, and provoking a new spasm of sexual convulsions from the young woman laboring over him.
"Oh God, yes!! That's good!! ! " she cried, not bothering to lower her voice in the slightest. For an instant Blake was terrified that one of both of the bikers from outside might burst in upon them and explode in a jealous frenzy, but the fear was suddenly banished as Myrna's sucking mouth fastened once more upon his pulsating penis.
Blake lapped and sucked avidly at her cringing little anus, taking alternate swipes with his tongue along the wet furrow of her pussy. The young woman seemed to be on the verge of some inner eruption, and Blake knew by the familiar tightness of his own crotch that his own orgasm was not far off either.
As if sensing the man's impending explosion, Myrna suddenly withdrew her lips from the fleshy rod of his penis, clenching her fist tightly about the base of that shaft at the same instant. Blake gasped in surprised pain, then recognized her motivation and responded by seizing a ferocious mouthful of cuntal flesh between his teeth, shaking and worrying that tender meat with lips and tongue.
"Jesus, wait!" Myrna cried out, her entire body wracked with sensual tremors and convulsions in the face of that unexpected assault. "Wait!! Oh, God!! ! "
Suddenly she broke away from him, twisting and hopping froglike until she had reversed her position upon his body. Now her hot, sizzling cunt was directly above the turgid pole of his cock, poised and ready for the downward lunge that would impale her. She hesitated for a long second, her flushed face hovering above him, eyes tightly shut, panting breath wheezing through clenched teeth.
Blake took the initiative again as she hesitated, suddenly slamming his pelvis upward in a skewering, pistoning stroke that buried his cock to its hilt in the steamy tunnel of Myrna's pussy. She screamed out loud in shock and a mixture of pain and pleasure, her back arching and breasts thrusting proudly outward as that massive prick impaled her tender loins.
She reacted almost at once, thrusting her own hips and pelvis downward, riding Blake like some great stallion as she forced his ass back against the ground and squirmed her widespread pussy tighter against his pubes. She writhed and bounced, once more in complete control now, her internal cuntal muscles milking and sucking at his tingling shaft like a masturbating fist inside a hot velvet glove. Blake fucked fiercely upward into her eager cunt, each thrust jarring her taut body and filling the tent with wet, sucking sounds of animalistic fucking.
All thoughts of Evelyn were washed away by the fluid heat emanating from Myrna's cunt and Blake's own plunging, driving penis. The young woman was panting and pumping, clutching at her own breasts with frenzied fingers, cruelly twisting and tweaking at the nipples as she drove herself and her partner onward toward the ultimate explosion of orgasm.
Blake's feverish hands shot out, seizing Myrna's taut young breasts, kneading and twisting those ripe spheres until she cried out with pleasure/pain and threw her head back, dark hair flailing in a shimmering halo about her face. Every muscle and tendon in the young woman's body stood out beneath her tawny flesh, rippling like ocean waves as she put her entire heart and being into the sexual intensity of the moment.
Blake felt his climax coming at him like a tidal wave, beginning with a tight, churning sensation in his testicles and then detonating like a bomb between his thighs, sending electric skyrockets racing the length of his taut spine to explode at the base of his skull. His body arched upward off the ground like an archer's bow, his rigid penis driving deeper into Myrna's pussy as his hips took up a tempo of blur speed, hammering her widespread crotch with fierce determination and intensity. Scalding gouts of steamy white cum erupted from the purple head of his prick, blanketing the hot interior of Myrna's pussy and womb, touching of the reactionary explosion of her own shattering orgasm as that creamy cum spewed into her body.
"Aaaauuuugggghhhh!! ! " she half-groaned, half-shouted, head thrown back, white-knuckled fingers clawing at her own stiffened nipples. "IIII'mmmm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!! ! "
She gave herself to the moment completely, joining Blake on that sunny plateau from which there are no more heights to scale, her pelvis pumping madly and tits bobbing crazily as her entire body convulsed and exploded in orgasmic release.
She collapsed on top of Blake, her cunt clinging to his rapidly deflating penis in a desperate death grip, their bodies shuddering together in the warm aftershocks of orgasm. They gripped each other tightly, trembling, moaning and sighing, until the fluid peace of sexual afterglow gradually enveloped them and they relaxed slowly, rolling casually apart.
A sound from outside the tent shocked Blake back to instant reality and understanding of his true situation. Evelyn's voice, exchanging some terse comments with the bikers outside as she approached the tent! He leaped to his feet, hurriedly buttoning and zipping his clothing as he stumbled toward the flaps of the tent, his mind already seized by a voracious spasm of adulterous guilt. He swallowed hard, fighting to suppress the chilling sensations within him and banish the memories of Myrna from his mind as he threw back the tent flaps and stepped out into the sunshine.