Chapter 5
Evelyn Green had not actually witnessed the tumultuous climax of the incestuous fucking between her husband and daughter, since she had been forcefully distracted by Zeke's lewd advances. The cruel biker had utilized her stunned shock over the intercourse taking place before her eyes to assail her yielding body with his eager hands, sliding his palms in lewd caress over her breasts, stomach and thighs while she stood, spellbound at the horrifying sight of father-daughter fucking. She had only snapped back to immediate reality of her own situation when Zeke deftly unfastened her own swimsuit top and cast it aside, setting her firm breasts free and revealing them fully to his eyes, hands and mouth, but by then it was too late for her to respond effectively.
Evelyn's reeling mind drifted languidly as the cruel biker alternately sucked and massaged her tingling tits, paying particular attention to the distended little buds of her rosy nipples. For an instant her consciousness would be riveted upon the revolting display of her husband and daughter, and then, without warning, she would slip over the fine edge into a fantasy world of her own inspired by Zeke's aggressive advances. Finally, it seemed that the two planes of consciousness actually merged, with the result that her eyes focused upon Blake and Marsha, but her mind and senses had room only for the erotic feelings which raced through her own captive body. In that disoriented state, the incestuous screwing which Blake was administering to Marsha seemed somehow, well . . . right, and very arousing to Evelyn's whirling brain.
Zeke sensed the subtle changing taking place in the woman, and capitalized on it to the fullest, fastening his hungry mouth over the straining nipple of one tight breast at the same time that his hands slipped downward to caress the ripe fullness of Evelyn's ass cheeks. The woman sighed deep in her throat, and a little tremor of erotic anticipation raced the length of her spine as Zeke began slowly, tauntingly, to peel her bikini bottom downward over the swell of her hips. Inch by agonizing inch, the soft flesh of her belly was exposed to his eyes and the cool caress of the lake water, until at last only the lightly furred triangle of her pussy hair remained concealed.
With a little growl of lust, Zeke suddenly yanked those bikini bottoms downward with such force that Evelyn was almost toppled from her feet. The wet, flimsy material ripped, parting in Zeke's powerful hands and then drifting slowly to the lake bottom as he released those useless scraps. Evelyn stood before him in all her tremulous, naked splendor.
The lecherous biker wasted no time in assaulting the newly-revealed furrow of Evelyn's secret genitals. He roughly thrust one hand between her thighs, forcing her legs apart, his blunt fingers rummaging about her crotch without gentleness or preliminaries. Evelyn winced initially at that crude handling of her most sensitive cuntal flesh.
The contact of Zeke's probing fingertips with the moist flesh of Evelyn's pussy made her tremble, at first with fear, and then with what she reluctantly recognized as budding desire. Her legs shook violently, causing her feet to slip on the slick lake bottom until she feared she was about to fall over backwards. Sensing her unsteadiness, the outlaw cyclist reached his free hand around behind her, seizing her tight ass cheeks in an iron grip and holding her upright in that fashion while he continued his spirited manipulation of her cuntal flesh.
Evelyn was sobbing softly, though whether from grief and shame or from mounting wanton arousal she could not have said. In her confused state, the widely varying sensations of guilt and lust were beginning to merge, to eradicate one another, leaving behind a single overpowering feeling of arousal without shame, of lust and sensual needing without guilt or restrictions. The memory of how her husband and daughter had so recently been swept up in an identical storm of desire further lulled Evelyn's normally cautious and puritanical senses into numbness.
Zeke's searching hands were still busy on her ass and outer pussy lips when Evelyn felt a new, strange touch upon her straining breasts. Big, blunt fingers fastened upon the rigid little cherry buds of her nipples, rolling and tweaking those sensory nodes in a seeming frenzy of desire and dispatching burning electric jolts of passion across Evelyn's upper body. Her startled eyes snapped open, and she let out a tiny gasp as she found herself looking into the grinning face of the biker called Breed, the very same man who had assaulted Marsha so lecherously and provoked the incestuous orgy between father and daughter.
Evelyn's resolve drained quickly from her, seeming to be washed away by the gentle caress of the lake waters as the two men went ardently to work on her naked body with their hands. Zeke stroked and manipulated her cunt, edging his fingers none too gently between her pouting pussy lips to probe inside, while Breed milked the firm cones of her breasts with incitef ul strokes of his big, powerful hands. Evelyn Green gasped aloud, almost collapsing entirely as Zeke's fingertips whirled about the tight rubbery mouth of her vaginal channel and then slid quickly on to pin and taunt the tingling pleasure bud of her erect little clitoris.
Breed and Zeke paused in their inciteful activities for one brief moment, locking eyes as some unspoken signal and agreement flashed between them. Moving swiftly, they positioned themselves on either side of Evelyn, one arm of each man about her waist or shoulders to support her, thus leaving their other hands free to continue taunting her naked body. And then the men began to move, half-carrying and half-guiding Evelyn slowly along and out of the lake, onto the soft bank of the natural reservoir. Blake Green watched in mingled shock, horror and arousal as the two strangers stood on either side of his naked wife, totally exposed now that they were all out of the lake, their hands and mouths roaming at will across the lush planes and angles of her nudity.
Evelyn Green seemed lost in a trance, almost unconscious as the men caressed her and slavered over her tits and belly. She failed to even take obvious notice as they began to lower her gently to the ground, positioning her on her back, and then dropping down to lay with one on either side of her. They quickly resumed their lust-inciting attacks upon her body, with Zeke now sucking and fondling her vibrant tits while Breed slowly nibbled his way across her heaving belly to find and engulf the moist fissure of her pussy with his hungry lips.
Evelyn's body spasmed at that most intimate oral contact. A low groan of unquenchable desire was forced unbidden from her lips as the cyclist's tongue and lips whipped her cuntal lips into a frenzy of flaming passion. He used his blunt fingers now, prying those nether lips wide apart and exposing the moist coralline flesh hidden inside to his tongue and raking teeth. Evelyn squirmed uncontrollably as he bit and nibbled around the bud of her frantic little clit, and then slid his wet mouth teasingly down her slit to poise above the cringing mouth of her vagina itself.
Evelyn trembled as Breed's hot breath washed over her most secret genitals. The outlaw biker paused, breathing deep the fragrant feminine aroma of her cunt, watching in lewd delight as her pussy flesh actually pulsed and writhed before his very eyes, making his already-rigid cock lurch with hunger at the sight. Finally, tired of the waiting game. Breed stiffened his hot tongue into a fleshy ramrod and stabbed it directly on target into the elastic little mouth of Evelyn's vagina.
Evelyn's entire body arched upward off the ground like a bow as the biker's mouth fastened violently upon her most private orifice. His stiffened tongue thrust deep inside her tremulous pussy, revolving ever faster as it scoured the tingling elastic walls of her cuntal channel. Her heels dug into the soft earth as she unconsciously thrust her hips upward to meet his face, forcing her hungry, palpitating pussy into ever tighter contact with that active, pleasure-giving mouth.
Breed took the hint provided by Evelyn's body language, sucking in great mouthfuls of cuntal flesh while his tongue continued to worm its reaming path ever deeper into her pussy itself. Next he fastened upon her rigid little clitoris, seizing that pleasure node gently between his front teeth and lashing it into sensual frenzy with the tip of his darting, flailing tongue. Electric tremors of passion raced upward from Evelyn's abused little snatch to fan the flames of erotic arousal across her entire heaving torso.
Zeke, on station at Evelyn's thrusting tits, had not been inactive while his companion was devouring the woman's succulent cunt. Instead, he had fastened his own mouth upon first one and then the other nipple, milking her tits orally until those tight fleshy cones tingled and quivered with a life all their own. His darting hands added to and complemented his oral assault upon her tits, seeing to it that neither nipple was ever without some direct form of carnal stimulation as his mouth trailed wetly from one mammary orb to the other.
Movement at the corner of his eye drew Blake Green's attention briefly away from the lewd spectacle of his wife and the two male cyclists. He was startled and amazed to find that his son, Tod, was now also out of the lake and reclining on the soft bank a mere thirty yards from where Evelyn was being ravaged. Tod too lay on his back, and the two biker women squatted over him. They faced each other, mouths locked in a lesbian kiss and fondling each other's thrusting breasts while they received the boy's erotic ministrations to their needing loins below. One crouched above Tod's face, her loins rotating quickly in time to the unseen thrashing of his hidden tongue, and the other knelt astride his hips, rocking in time to the frenzied pumping of his hips as he hammered his skewering cock deep into her pussy.
Blake was stunned by the dual spectacle of both his wife and son being sexually assaulted before his very eyes. Now, a splashing sound from his right rear brought him whirling around in the water, to confront yet another sight which caused his mouth to sag open in mingled horror and shocked disbelief.
The towering biker named Tiny was energetically fucking Marsha right there in the water, almost as Blake himself had done only moments earlier. The huge man cupped one big hand behind Marsha's head, and the other in the small of her back, half lifting her out of the water so that by bending slightly forward he could suck the reddened nipples of her ripe young breasts. Her thighs were widely splayed, and Blake could plainly see from the hunching, driving movements of the big man's hips, that his pistoning penis was buried to the hilt in the young woman's ripe juicy cunt. Marsha seemed in a daze of animalistic arousal, her head lolled to one side, eyes rolled back, panting breath wheezing raggedly from her dry throat as she shivered and thrust back avidly at the cock which impaled her.
Almost in desperation, Blake turned back to see what had become of his wife, but what he found before his eyes there on the edge of the lake did absolutely nothing to relieve his worried mind. Evelyn was being slowly but inexorably maneuvered onto her side by the two men working in cooperation, so that her body was wedged between theirs like a juicy piece of meat in some sort of erotic sandwich.
Evelyn was barely conscious of what Breed and Zeke were doing as they casually rolled her over onto one side, so that she was facing Zeke. She shuddered as much from horror as from arousal when the man smiled wolfishly at her, but that shudder became a tremor of budding passion as her naked tits and nipples pressed and chafed against the muscular expanse of his hairy chest. Their bellies were tight together, and she jerked convulsively as she felt the long hard shaft of his cock pulsing hotly against her loins with every breath and movement of his body.
Oh God, she thought silently to herself, this evil man is going to fuck me soon, and there is nothing in the world I can do to stop him! The thought had barely entered the woman's mind when she suddenly blushed with shame, realizing in a rush that she had absolutely no desire whatsoever to stop the outlaw biker from fucking energetically up into her hungry little cunt with his long penis.
Evelyn Green was mildly curious, however, about the role Breed was to play in this erotic scene. His body was pressed close against her back now, his mouth fastened tightly to the soft curve of her neck, his hands roving at will over her back and thighs. She could plainly feel the pulsing thrust of his big stiff cock as it dented the round cheek of her ass.
With a slight and sudden shift of bodily position, Breed suddenly resolved all of Evelyn's doubts and questions as to his lecherous intentions. Now the thick, blunt glans of his cock was probing softly, tentatively, right around the cringing rubbery little mouth of her virginal asshole. Evelyn stiffened, a little sob of horror escaping from her throat as she realized that the second cyclist meant to fuck her there, in her cringing little asshole, which had never been touched before by any man. Blake had tried to kiss and finger her there once, long ago, but she had forced him away, angrily denouncing his "perverted" desires as she leaped out of bed and snatched on a bathrobe. Now, it seemed certain, she would once again be forced to submit with humiliation and pain to the forbidden lusts which she had so long denied herself.
Evelyn had very little time to contemplate the impending rape of her hitherto untouched little rectum, for Zeke had by now slipped one big hand between their bodies to grasp the fleshy rod of his own lurching penis. Slowly at first, and then with mounting energy and vigor, he began to manipulate the fat purple glans of his prick up and down along the tight little slit of her cunt, milking from those jangling genital nerves an erotic symphony of blurring sounds and sensations.
Evelyn's head swam as the fat tip of Zeke's cock traced its agonizing path back and forth along her tingling cuntal slit. The blunt prick head dipped into the tight mouth of her vagina, and then tracked on to probe and circle about the rigid node of her fiery little clitoris as she lay there and squirmed with burning passion on the damp ground. And still his cock tracked relentlessly onward, back down now toward the waiting, clasping mouth of her hungry vagina.
Zeke gasped and winced as that ravenous cuntal mouth locked upon the tip of his cock and began to milk it with sucking little muscular contractions. The unconscious, instinctive response of Evelyn's cunt sent shooting little tremors of mounting passion throughout the outlaw biker's body, and made him all the more anxious to bury his pulsating cock in the tight sheath of her pussy.
Unable and unwilling to postpone that pleasure any longer, Zeke suddenly thrust up and forward with his hips, skewering Evelyn with his cock as he drove it to the hilt in her clinging cuntal channel. He ground his teeth and groaned aloud as the tip of his cock surged forward, pushing the walls of her tight vagina aside in luxurious rippling waves of electric sensation. Suddenly he was there, the blunt head of his cock jolting to a sudden halt, impacting with her tiny curved cervix as his lust bloated testicles slapped lewdly against the splayed plane of her lightly furred crotch.
Evelyn gasped and wheezed, feeling the breath crushed out of her momentarily by Zeke's plunging penile thrust. Her back arched spasmodically, grinding the stiffened nipples of her big breasts against the outlaw biker's own heaving chest, thus setting off more electric sparks which raced along her jangling nervous system to explode in her brain. Instinctively, almost unconsciously, she clasped and held Zeke's cock with her internal pussy muscles, silently forbidding that blood-engorged shaft to withdraw from the burning confines of her pussy.
Zeke was gratified by her reaction, but the milking grip of her cuntal walls did not deter him from his intention to fuck her pussy into a state of limp, total submission. Slowly, almost painfully, he pulled his pelvis backward, worming his cock out of her cunt an inch at a time. He gasped as the sides of her vaginal channel clung to his cock for dear life, creating a sensation as if his penis was being slowly flayed alive. At last, with only the purple head of his cock still inside the woman, Zeke gathered his panting breath, bunched his pelvic muscles, and drove his cock inward once more on a second shattering thrust.
Evelyn Green sobbed aloud, her body already twisting in erotic convulsions as that massive pole of flesh impaled her cunt the second time. There was no time to think or react at a conscious level now, for Zeke was rapidly sluicing his big prick in and out of her pussy with ever-increasing rapidity, setting her senses reeling with the tidal wave of erotic feeling which swept over her. Each new thrust jolted her body, and provoked a responsive, answering pelvic thrust of her own to meet his pistoning cock as it bored relentlessly into her.
Evelyn Green was adrift in an erotic fantasy world all her own, with herself and the hungrily fucking outlaw biker the only inhabitants. All thought of her bizarre surroundings, and of her pitifully captive family, was swept hurriedly away as she focused her mind intently upon the big wet cock skewering her cunt with lightning-fast strokes. Every muscle in her taut body was tense and straining, her eyes and teeth clenched tightly shut, fingers clawing at Zeke's back and hips as he fucked her mercilessly.
A sudden shift in position of Breed, the outlaw biker at her back, shocked Evelyn momentarily out of her erotic reverie. A sudden pain at the mouth of her virginal little anus announced the probing intrusion of Breed's fat cock head. Evelyn stiffened and gasped at the sudden pain as the cyclist continued to press his thick organ forward, straining the tight muscular ring of her untouched little anal sphincter.
"No! Wait!" Evelyn cried in sudden panic, remembering out of her erotic mental fog that Breed plainly intended to fuck her in the ass. "You can't!" she cried, "Not there!"
"You bet I can!" Breed grated breathlessly, suiting action to his words as he pressed his pelvis inexorably forward, the blunt purple head of his prick further stretching her anus until the very tip was able to nose tentatively inside.
"Aaauugghh!" Evelyn cried in agony, "Please stop! No!!
Breed paid no attention to her protests, grinding his pelvis slowly and relentlessly forward until the first full inch of his rigid cock had disappeared into Evelyn's never-before-fucked little rectum. All the while the woman pleaded and sobbed, seeking in vain to escape that anal intrusion by thrusting her hips forward away from Breed.
Zeke was the beneficiary of Evelyn's futile escape attempt, for her forward thrusts only served to wedge his tingling cock deeper into her pussy. As her body stiffened and tightened in pain, the internal muscles of her cunt joined the silent protest, seizing his thrusting cock in a death grip which wrung even more powerful jolts of erotic pleasure from his glans and testicles. Zeke redoubled his thrusting fucking efforts, driving himself relentlessly onward and upward toward the blissful release of orgasm.
Breed, meanwhile, recognized the fact that Evelyn was hopelessly pinned against Zeke and could not possibly escape from the big cock which was pressing relentlessly deeper into her asshole.
With a tight grin of lewd satisfaction, the biker gathered his strength for one shattering thrust, burying his penis to the very hilt in the tight, clinging channel of the captive woman's rectum.
Evelyn's entire body went taut with instant agony as that thick penis ripped into her tiny, once-virginal asshole. "Ohhh GGGGooooooddddd!! ! " she wailed painfully, "Ssstttoooppp!! ! You're killing meeeee-ee!! ! ! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!! ! ! Jesus!! ! ! "
She was rocked by sudden, painful convulsions as Breed flexed his long, muscular cock, further stretching the elastic walls of her newly ravaged little rectum in savage glee. Evelyn hung limp between the two men for a long moment, her lower torso enveloped in waves of searing pain from Breed's rough anal entry. She was no longer conscious for the moment of Zeke's cock thrusting rapidly into her cunt, so stunned was she by the pain of his cock pulsating there in her tiny asshole.
Slowly, agonizingly, the biker began to withdraw his fat prick from the woman's clinging rectal channel. The man gasped aloud as those rubbery walls clung tightly to him, creating the false impression that they were reluctant to have his thick penis removed from their grip. The slow withdrawal of his penis wrung another loud cry from Evelyn, and she began to sob wretchedly, limp with pain, her torso heaving spasmodically to the rhythm of her sobs.
Breed paused a moment, only the tip of his cock inside her burning asshole, and then he thrust his hips forward once again. And again the cry of agony was wrenched from Evelyn's lips, though the two men fucking her noticed that her wordless protest was slightly softer this time, somehow weaker as Breed hilted his cock in her vibrating asshole.
In truth, Evelyn Green was no longer entirely sure of exactly what she was feeling inside. There was certainly pain from the intrusion of Breed's thick cock into her tiny asshole, but somehow that pain seemed to be already fading as her hopeless resignation led her almost unconsciously to relax, slightly loosening her rectal muscles at the same time. Simultaneously, she found that as the pain lessened, she was able once more to experience the pleasing, welcome sensations prompted by Zeke's prick as it skewered in and out of her juicy cunt.
Strangely, Evelyn noted after several long moments that there was a new sensation as well in her tingling lower body. On every inward stroke, Zeke's cock made jarring, burning contact with some unfamiliar fleshy obstruction, setting off unique waves of burning sensual pleasure in Evelyn's cunt. It took her several confused seconds to realize the obstruction was actually Breed's cock, plowing relentlessly into her little adjoining anus and unavoidably tightening and distorting her cuntal channel at the same time. And, incredibly, she found the new set of sensations far from unpleasant. In fact, as she relaxed a bit more and accepted the lewd double fucking for what it was worth, she found to her shocked surprise that the new erotic sensations were entirely gratifying.
Evelyn Green blushed furiously as she realized that she was not only accommodating, but actually enjoying that lewd anal fucking as much as she loved the adulterous cock plowing into her juicy cunt. There was no turning back, however, from that brief instant of unspoken surrender to the relentless double rape of her luscious naked body. She rode the crest of the crashing erotic waves now, the cries which issued from her throat instantly transformed from bleats of agony into little mewling calls of total pleasure and delight.
Blake Green was enraged as he watched his wife not only accepting but relishing that lecherous double fucking of her ass and cunt. He made a threatening motion, striding quickly toward the water's edge to separate that rutting trio, but suddenly he looked up and was halted by the unwavering pistol which Luke held aimed directly at his face.
Bewildered and ashamed of his own helplessness, Blake cast his eyes about him, and was not encouraged by what he saw. Tod was totally lost in the blinding raptures of sex, his hips pumping rhythmically to fuck Lena's splayed crotch at the same time that his slavering lips and darting tongue taunted and teased Myrna's pussy. The two women were simultaneously locked in a tight lesbian embrace, their bodies spasming and writhing as if each was on the verge of her own shattering orgasm. And from behind him, the mingled grunts and groans of Marsha and the biker named Tiny informed him only too well that that couple, too, was on the very brink of the same satisfaction which lay in store for Evelyn and her dual rapists.
Dully, his senses numb beyond comprehension, Blake turned slowly back toward the spectacle of his spouse and the two bikers. He was surprised to find Luke now striding swiftly toward the salacious trio, the pistol still gripped tightly in his hand as he reached that writhing tangle of arms and legs, and dropped to his knees directly in front of Evelyn's face. Blake went cold inside as Luke's free hand dropped to the fly of his jeans, and it became all too obvious what the evil gang leader intended.
Evelyn Green, lost in the erotic fantasy world which revolved around her loins and the two driving , cocks embedded there, took no notice of Luke's presence beside her until he stretched out a hand to lightly stroke her tangled blond hair. Glancing up through slitted eyelids then, she was momentarily stunned and shocked to find him kneeling directly in front of her face, with the fly of his pants open and his own rigid shaft of a cock jutting outward toward her.
Evelyn was stunned momentarily, dazed from the energetic double fucking she was receiving, and confused as to exactly what the lead cyclist wanted from her. She watched idly, able to focus only part of her dazzled mind on the scene before her as he slowly enveloped his red cock with one hand, and began slowly stroking it into ever greater erection before her very eyes.
Evelyn was stupefied when Luke shifted his position and thrust his hips farther forward, bringing the blunt glans of his big penis into nudging contact with her slightly parted lips. She recoiled, horrified at the very thought of what the man obviously now expected her to do. This was another "perverted" act which Blake had also requested on several occasions early in their marriage, before Evelyn set him straight about her ideas on the right way to have sex. Now, again, it seemed agonizingly apparent that the forbidden sex act was about to be forced upon her in spite of her own resolution of resistance.
Evelyn rolled her head from side to side, seeking to evade further contact with Luke's massive penis, but the effort backfired to her detriment, serving only to further arouse the biker as her moving lips brushed teasingly and incitefully across the purple tip of his lurching organ. After only a few seconds, a little pearly drop of seminal fluid appeared on the tip of Luke's penis, and Evelyn's facial evasive maneuvers served only to smear and coat her sensuous lips with a warm film of cum.
Tiring at last of the game, Luke stretched out his hand and pinched Evelyn's nose cruelly. She struggled to hold her breath, but weakened after a very few seconds, what with the continual buffeting of her chest, back and loins below, opening her mouth to suck in a hurried and badly needed breath of air. Luke saw the opportunity and seized it quickly, slipping his cock deep into the warm and open cavity of her virginal mouth.
Evelyn felt as if she would surely gag, and perhaps even choke to death on the sheer girth of his sliding cock. She felt herself drowning as the blunt tip made tingling contact with the back of her throat, and her entire life seemed to flash before her eyes in an instant. After another moment, however, she found that she could in reality breathe quite nicely simply by relaxing her throat muscles slightly and inhaling through her nose. Once that discovery had been made, she had time to examine the other sensations attendant to her experience more objectively.
The housewife was shocked to find that Luke's penis did not taste dirty or filthy by any means. In fact, as she paused to think about it, she found the somewhat earthy flavor rather pleasant and . . . well . . . arousing. She knew that the arousal was due in large measure to the simultaneous fucking of her little cunt and asshole, but that rationalization made no difference as she felt her reluctance to cocksucking slipping rapidly away.
Evelyn Green shut her eyes tightly and let her tongue sweep along the fat underside of Luke's penis in one experimental stroke. His gasp and immediate stiffening told her that the ploy had been most successful, and achieved the desired result. Indeed, she felt almost foolish for so long resisting what now seemed like an altogether normal and right aspect of lovemaking. She did not pause to remind herself that the man whose cock she now sucked and licked was not her husband, but some murdering stranger whose friends even then were selfishly and brutally ravaging her body.
Evelyn felt herself adrift in a vortex of swirling unfamiliar sensations and emotions. The very thought of herself engaging in the forbidden act of fellatio, with all the attendant mental images, proved somewhat strangely arousing, nicely complemented the more ordinary twinges of erotic pleasure and desire being fostered by the huge cocks skewering her pussy and rectum. The woman gave herself over completely to the sensations which raged within her, soaring and plunging as if on an erotic roller-coaster.
Evelyn felt herself suddenly teetering on the razor-edged brink of orgasm, waiting breathlessly for the downhill slide into total abandoned pleasure such as she had never known. She strove toward that goal, her mouth sucking and lapping hungrily at Luke's penis now while the internal muscles of her cunt and anus clung and writhed about the organs of Zeke and Breed. Evelyn was like a woman possessed as she lashed herself and her three captors on toward the sensual summit.
Blake Green peered about himself, stunned at the orgiastic scenes which met his eyes on every side. In the water near to him, Marsha was moaning more loudly now, obviously in the throes of a dizzying orgasm which the biker Tiny shared, his big hips pounding with blur speed against the splayed plane of her cunt, his big cock exploding within her until the excess cum overflowed her cunt and drifted on the surface of the water like spilled cream.
On the bank of the lake, Lena and Myrna seemed to have gone insane, shouting their bliss to the vaulted sky overhead and clawing at one another's breasts in a frenzy as they came simultaneously. Beneath them, Todd rolled and twisted in a convulsion of passion, his body taut and straining as he poured his sperm into one enraptured woman, and drank the creamy cum of the other.
Finding no hope or help on any side, Blake turned at last to the tableau formed by his wife and the three male cyclists. What he saw there deadened his soul still further, for obviously all present were poised on the verge of their own shattering climaxes.
Evelyn came first, befitting her role as the sensual centerpiece of the lusty little drama. Her supple body arched and twisted as she exploded into writhing orgasmic fury, her mouth, anus and cunt sucking hungrily, greedily at the trio of rampant cocks which had driven her gratefully to those heights. She seemed hungry for the bikers' sperm, anxious to have it flowing into and from every bodily orifice as she twisted and groaned there on the ground in total sexual abandonment.
Zeke followed her over the brink into climax, his rigid cock locked in the death grip of her pussy muscles and spewing its white load of jism deep into her belly as he growled and bit deep into her pale shoulder with animalistic ardor. Breed was only seconds behind the other two, groaning and arching his back radically as his prick spasmed and erupted deep in the clinging confines of Evelyn Green's once-pure little asshole.
Finally, while the others were all locked in the throes of their individual passions, the leader, Luke, attained his own private pinnacle with shattering suddenness and violence. He shouted loudly and thrust his hips sharply forward, buried his cock deep in the depths of Evelyn's tight throat as it exploded into a creamy flood of white-hot jism.
The writhing quartet lay there, locked together in the rigor of sex which seems so closely akin to death. Long, lingering moments dragged past, seeming to last forever, before first one and then all of the players began to stir. The bikers slowly disengaged themselves from Evelyn, dragging themselves out of the tangle of naked limbs and twining torsos to collapse in apparent exhaustion along the bank of the lake. Evelyn stirred last, rolling slowly onto her back, then struggling to sit upright. Semen dripped from her thighs and buttocks, dribbled from her chin along her throat and onto her breasts, as if she had been recently baptized in the creamy elixir of life.
As she sat upright, Evelyn's eyes locked with Blake's in a long, soul-searching stare. Neither of them could yet cope with what they saw within the other, and so they turned away swiftly, Evelyn collapsing once more to the ground, this time face down as she fitfully sobbed out her grief and humiliated shame.
Blake was turning back to look toward Tod and the gang girls when he saw it. At first, there was no more than a fitful stirring of a lakeside bush, as if a breeze had passed that way and left a token of its presence. Then, as he looked more closely, he could make out the outline of a man's head and shoulders. He looked still more closely, and now he could see the slender silhouette of a rifle barrel jutting from the shadow of the trees.
Blake stiffened, sliding slowly to one side as he searched quickly for Marsha. He found her kneeling in the water, weeping with a mixture of sensual relief and personal humiliation as she sought now to at least partially hide her nudity. Tiny had already left her side, and was wading clumsily toward the shore, eyes glassy as he wandered along in the haze of sexual afterglow. Blake knelt there in the water beside his young daughter, sliding a comforting arm around her shoulder and pulling her close against him as he scanned the shoreline again with his eyes.
There was more movement there now, among the trees. Blake could make out the definite shadowy forms of more than a dozen men, all armed, who waited barely out of sight beneath the cover of the forest greenery. They were waiting for something, plainly, but Blake could not imagine what. He felt sure that some kind of help was at hand, but the thought suddenly crossed his mind that in the general nudity, he and the other members of his little family might well be mistaken for gang members and arrested, or perhaps even shot. The thought was a sobering one.
Luke, the gang leader, was rising to his feet now, retrieving his pistol from the ground with one hand while he covered his deflated penis and zipped his jeans up with the other. His movement seemed to act as some sort of prearranged signal for the men hiding in the trees, for they leaned forward now as if on cue, guns angling into plain sight and drawing beads upon the different members of the Tartars motorcycle gang.
"That's far enough!" a commanding voice shouted from the trees. "Drop your weapons and stand with your hands high!"
Luke reacted without hesitation, jerking his pistol up to full arm's-length extension and snapping off two hasty shots into the greenery. A dozen rifles and shotguns roared in answer as with a single voice, and the lead cyclist, dead now, was sailing backward like a tattered rag doll to splash in the lake, quickly staining the crystal water with his seeping blood.
The riflemen were streaming out of the trees now, all clad in the uniforms of sheriffs deputies and forestry officers. They surrounded the surviving cyclists with military precision and, Blake was relieved to note, left the members of his family alone as they herded the bikers toward their scattered clothes and cautiously watched them get dressed.
Blake and Marsha emerged from the lake to join Tod and Evelyn on the shore. All of them slipped hurriedly into their swimsuits while the posse's leader, the county sheriff, averted his eyes and watched the Tartars closely. Finally, when the Green's had finished donning their skimpy swimwear, the sheriff sidled over and began speaking to them in a gentle tone.
"We've been tracking this bunch for the better part of three days," he confided softly. 'They robbed a gas station on the other side of the county on Thursday night. Raped the owner's wife and killed the couple in cold blood."
All present shuddered as the sheriff continued speaking. "It's a good thing for all of you that we got here when we did, and found their bikes up by your camp. They always kill when they're through with their fun, and from the looks of things around here, they were about done."
Blake nodded grimly, and thanked the sheriff for his help in a weary voice.
"Forget it," the sheriff shrugged amiably. "What I get paid for ever' month, ain't it? You all can go back to camp now and get into some warmer clothes, but stick around. We'll need to take statements before you get started for home tonight."
The children were the first to move, hurrying off through the trees and across the meadow, finally breaking into a grateful run toward the tents, talking quietly among themselves about their experiences as they ran.
Blake watched them go, as he and Evelyn walked more slowly after them across the meadow. They had covered perhaps fifty yards when Evelyn reached out almost timidly and took his big hand in hers. Blake stopped in his tracks, turning to face her, eyes shining.
"Listen, Evelyn, about all this . . . "
She hushed him with a hasty kiss and then stepped back, dabbing at a tear which formed at the corner of one eye. "Hush," she said gently. "It's over, and everything is all right now. Everything."
Blake nodded slowly, and resumed walking, holding her hand tightly in his as he began walking slowly once more toward their tiny cluster of distant tents.
Yes, he told himself, smiling slightly, it just might be all right after all, now that everything had been brought out into the open for a good airing. It might be all right after all, now that inhibitions had been toppled and slumbering passions unleashed into their lives. It just might be all right after all.