Chapter 9
Ron suddenly rushed the solid form of Bull in a futile attempt to knock over the gargantuan black man and try to escape to his camper and get a shotgun which was hidden in the back of the cab.
Bull swung hard and accurately, flooring the wild youth and knocking the air from his lungs.
"Shit man!" Bull said. "I thought I tol' you to behave yourself!"
Ron could not speak; he could not hardly breathe!
"I'm gonna have to teach you a real lesson, you dirty little son-of-a-bitch!" Bull snorted, standing in a blind rage over the cowering youth.
"You're gonna have to learn that of Bull means what he says!"
Indeed, the men in the room knew that Bull was a force to be reckoned with, that he always got what he wanted and that no one but no one messed with him.
There was a moment of uneasy tension in the room as Bull stood there, malign and quiet, silently plotting cruel and humiliating fate for Lisa and her son.
Suddenly, Bull's eyes lit up with evil intensity and a cutting, leering grin covered his face. Yes, he had decided how he would teach this punk kid a lesson; his intentions were so sadistic, so wantonly humiliating that Lisa would have bolted for the door if she knew the wicked plan the demented Bull had in store for her and her son!
"Come here, you goddamn bitch!" Bull demanded of Lisa.
Lisa did not move.
"Bring the cunt over here," Bull commanded, and two men cruelly grabbed her by her arms and shoved her flush against the rocklike body of the tightly muscled Bull.
Lisa looked slowly up and stared, tears in her eyes, at the ghoulish face of the black man, his eyes aglow with rage.
Bull glared menacingly at Lisa.
"Let's get these goddamn clothes offa you!" he snorted, and suddenly ripped her plaid blouse from her soft feminine body. Lisa shivered with naked humiliation and shame as her own son stared at her ivory-like skin and lithe, shapely curves.
"Wowie!" one of the men said, "lookie that!" one of the men rudely yelled as he guzzled whiskey straight from the bottle.
Bull's dark savage eyes silently raped the exposed body of Lisa. He studied her creamy skin, the luxuriant tassels of her golden hair, the ripe, rounded swells of her flawless breasts as they bulged alluringly behind the snowy whiteness of her brassiere. The voluptuous young wife resembled the finest of Greek statues, hewn from the choicest marble. There was a stark, powerful contrast between the dark, muscular Bull, as he stood there like a grim sadist, the flesh bulging from his tight-fitting tee-shirt, and the vulnerable, helpless form of Lisa, with her lily-white skin and fair delicately chiseled features.
Bull suddenly grabbed Lisa's waist with his black, strong hand and salaciously poked his finger into the shallow crater of her unguarded navel. He raised his finger to his lips and hungrily licked at it, like a child greedily sucking a lollipop.
"Umm!" Bull said. "That sure is sweet!"
Lisa was thoroughly embarrassed by this wanton, shameful display and she looked down at the floor in humiliation.
Bull, enraged that Lisa had turned away from him, suddenly grabbed her by the chin and riveted her gaze to his.
"Don't you ever look away from ol' Bull unless he tells you to!" he said, painfully pinching her soft flesh and forcing new tears to flood her pretty eyes.
It was at this moment that Lisa realized the life and death gravity of the situation; this was not merely a group of men out for "a good time," but a bunch of sex-starved sadists who would do anything for amusement, and would perform any violence necessary to guarantee their amusement! Lisa knew that the fate of her son and her friend rested in her hands; that their lives depended solely on Lisa's ability to please these men. No matter what bestial acts of wanton depravity they demanded of her, she must go through the motions. It obviously was do or die!
Bull suddenly bent down and kissed Lisa ravenously on the mouth. His hot, snaking tongue burrowed into the moist fissure of her mouth with lurid voracity and Lisa trembled as his hot breath steamed from his flaring nostrils onto her pretty face. His huge hand hotly caressed her white, hapless body and suddenly darted underneath the flimsy protection of her bra, his huge paw wildly mauling the delicious mound of her right breast. "Ow! It hurts!" Lisa protested, breaking his kiss.
This only enraged the savage Bull. He quickly reached behind her with his free hand and ripped her bra free and clear from her torso, leaving the trapped wife and mother naked to the waist!
Bull backed slowly away to behold his handiwork; God! was this girl gorgeous! This was a situation Bull had always dreamed of; to have a white woman at his mercy and be able to do anything he wanted with her! And would he show these people what he was capable of! He would so thoroughly humiliate this white bitch that she would never be able to look anyone in the face again!
Bull suddenly turned his attention to Ron, who lay still and silent on the floor.
"Get up, punk!" Bull commanded.
Ron, used to the uncontrollable violence of Bull, did not argue. He rose to his feet.
"Take your goddamn clothes off!" Bull demanded.
"Wh . . . what?" Ron asked, incredulously.
"Shit man, I gave you an order. Are you gonna do what I say?"
Bull looked over at one of the men.
"Arne," Bull said, "bring me your baseball bat!"
Within seconds, Bull was holding a solid, thick ball bat between his huge hands, ready to strike in the direction of Ron. "Now you get those clothes off," Bull yelled. "Or I'm gonna splatter your head all over the room!"
Ron knew that Bull was not joking, and Ron slowly removed his clothes, leaving exposed his athletic, trim body.
Lisa could not believe all this was really happening as she stared at the naked, manly body of her son. Her mind was turning numb, as if one had just witnessed a grisly automobile accident, and shock was taking over to protect her from becoming a raving psychotic.
Bull savagely grasped one of Lisa's firm, tight breasts in his huge paw and dangled it before Ron, as if he were offering a dog a bone.
"Suck it man!" Bull commanded.
Lisa screamed mentally. What a cruel and evil plan! Good God! Was this going to be the brutal
Bull's wicked plan for her humiliation. Was he going to make her fuck her own son!
Lisa and Ron did not move.
There was a moment of brief, non-verbal communication between Lisa and her son as they both quietly acknowledged the utter futility of the situation. Their lives were at stake! Any resistance on their parts would result in death!
Ron slowly, painfully leaned toward the round, melonish form of his mother's breast. As he drew closer to it, he could see the delicate blue veins lurking beneath the gauzelike translucency of her exquisite, forbidden flesh. As Ron's lips slowly closed around the pinkish orb of his mother's nakedly preferred nipple, Lisa emitted a sigh of utter humiliation.
The men in the room were quiet; none of them had ever witnessed an act so lewd and wild as this, and awestruck silence was their only reaction.
Suddenly, a frantic, thin nervous man burst from the cabin door of the gigantic motor home, breaking the silence in the room.
"Hey, Bull," the man said, "you know that guy you beat up in the bar a few hours ago? His wife called the cops! I've been listening to the C.B. scanner. They're looking all over the place for us!"
Bull momentarily interrupted his lewd entertainment to think back to a few hours ago when he had lost a pool game to one of the backwoods residents of this rural community. Bull was not a good loser, and he had hit the unfortunate farmer with all of the primal force in his gargantuan body.
"Shit," Bull said. "Don't worry about it! Ain't no one gonna find us here!"
"I don't know, Bull," the nervous man replied. "These backwoods farmers are pretty smart, who knows what they're up to!"
Bull knew he must take command or the men would panic and his wicked plans for the hapless wife and her son would be spoiled.
"Can it, I said!" Bull bellowed, brandishing his baseball bat, and daring any man there to stand up and defy him! He knew that no one would cross him, and even if they all ganged up on him, he would plaster at least three of them before they got him. Bull's reign was thus assured.
"Get going!" Bull said, turning back to Ron who had paused momentarily to listen to the conversation.
"Suck that titty!" Bull commanded.
Ron felt his mother's delectable breast flesh hotly embedded between his lips and could not help but marvel at the young tight feel of her naked flesh.
Lisa gazed shamedly down as she watched her own son, stripped completely naked quiveringly encircle the end of her gorgeous tit!
As Ron slowly worried the delicate knob of her breast with his tongue, a dim, ghostly thought flittered through the ethereal strands of Lisa's consciousness. Her thoughts suddenly flashed on the image of her son she had beheld earlier in the day as he had face-fucked Susan to animalish frenzy. She recalled her conscious admiration of his manly, developed body and her brief twinge of jealousy as she had watched Ron fill Susan's belly to bursting fullness with his virile, long prick.
Somewhere, Lisa had heard of a theory, a theory that basically said that you could make a thing happen by thinking about it and wishing it long enough. Was there the slightest possibility that there existed a side of her which actually wanted this to occur, a side of her which went beyond fantasy, a side of her which lusted for the lurid reality of her own son's glistening erection hotly between her married loins?
Lisa trembled as she considered the possibilities of the side of her had never bothered to explore; the dark, bestial, cock-crazy side of her nature!
"You better do a good job on your old lady, kid, cause if you stop, or if I'm not "pleased with your performance" I'm gonna let loose on you with this bat!" Bull said.
Ron heard the malevolent threats of Bull and did not stop his lingual assault on his own mother's melonish breast; he knew that if he so much as paused for breath that Bull would prove good his own threats!
Lisa shuddered as Ron's hand slowly encircled the small of her back and massaged her delicate, naked flesh.
"Get into it, whore!" Bull demanded of Lisa.
Lisa, urged into futile submission by the beastlike actions of Bull, did as he commanded; she ran her fingers through Ron's hair and pressed his mouth hotly against the ripe swell of her breast and her tit flattened lewdly against her curving torso.
"That's it," Bull said. "You're learning!"
God, Lisa asked herself. How far would she have to go? What wanton acts of depravity would she be forced to perform with her own son?
Suddenly Ron took the sensitive, throbbing flesh of his mother's breast between his teeth and tantalizingly rolled the firm rubbery cap of her nipple between the tickling pillars of his teeth and arousingly rubbed the pink end of her melonish tit with the rough, grating surface of his tongue.
A tingle of forbidden stimulation rippled through the womanish body of Lisa as she consciously fought to deny the pleasure her son was giving her with his lingual lavings. Ron felt a tell-tale shudder pass through his mother's body and he was startled by the fact that his own mother was responding to his attention to her breast!
Good God! thought Lisa. This can't be happening! It's an act! I'm doing it subconsciously to protect myself! I can't be feeling these things! I can't be!
Lisa's body was not listening to the harsh strictures of her Puritanical conscience; she could feel a dark, unmentionable desire beginning to dully throb in the pit of her married belly and she knew that if Ron continued to work her tit with such masterful manipulation that she would be no match for the inexorable dictates of the savage, unspeakable desires smoldering deep in her psyche.
Lisa also knew that Ron was powerless to stop, that if he so much as looked at Bull, that Bull would beat him to a pulp!
But there was one thing that Lisa did not know, perhaps she could never know; Ron himself was feeling the raw thrill of bestial, incestuous desire rise in his loins like the black, threatening clouds of an impending tornado! He began to imagine his mother's milk-white, soft skin flush against the taut muscles of his own body, her legs nakedly splayed as he shoved his glistening cock into the nether depths of her cunt. It was as though he was succumbing to an unwritten law of the universe; no man could resist the throbbing, wet cunt of any woman, no matter who she was!
And wasn't Lisa feeling the same kind of unmentionable desire? Did it really matter who a dick belonged to as long as it was big and stiff and filled her pussy with its turgid thickness?
As each of them resisted mentally with these forbidden, incestual questions, a hush of silence pervaded the room. Bull slowly backed into the shadows as he watched Ron slowly move his hand down the zipper line of Lisa's jeans; Bull knew that he was not going to have to use the baseball bat; the twin lusts of this mother and son was the only enforcement he needed!
Ron's hand frantically peeled the tight-fitting garment from the flaring, feminine lips of his mother.
Lisa could not believe that her own long, curvaceous legs were rising and struggling to free her pelvis and legs from the confines of her pants!
She stepped forward, holding both of her hands around her son's head, then quickly kicked her jeans aside; the young, delectable mother was suddenly naked, except for the pure white film of her flimsy panties!
God! He's moving me toward the water bed! Lisa said to herself, as she felt Ron's athletic body nudge her backwards. Within seconds, she was on her back, her son kneeling over her, his lips still tightly locked around her tight, proud tit!
Lisa felt the cushiony, liquid comfort of the water bed mattress and it felt relieving to be off of her feet and on her back.
Suddenly Ron's hand trailed down the supple lines of her thigh, along the alluring curve of her slender hip, roving freely over her soft girlisliness, massaging the flat plane of her tiny belly, the secret curve of her crotch, and the naked mound of her nipple-capped breast.
Ron had never touched female skin that was so soft, so warm, so smooth. He was amazed at the shape his mother was in; she had the ripe, fresh body of a teenager with all of the irresistible, bewitching charms of a mature woman!
A wild, bestial lust was taking over Lisa; it was as if a demon from ancient times was entering her body and filling her full of a pagan, cock-hungry passion. She felt her lungs heave with exquisite pleasure of anticipation as Ron's virile, hard body pressed closer against the submissive curves of her soft girlisliness and she ran her tiny, feminine hands hotly down the vee-like expanse of her son's triangular torso.
Ron was awe-struck at the sensual, massaging touch of his mother and his cock hardened with pure lust as she pressed the cheeks of his buttocks fervently together.
Conflicting, torturing thoughts raced through Lisa's mind as her body took her farther into the unexplored depth of incestuous lust. Was there some-thing wrong with her? Was she perverted, demented, obscene? Her morality told her 'yes,' but her quivering body said 'no,' that this was right; that the powerful, naked body of a man and the throbbing, ravishing shaft of a cock was beautiful; that it was right.
And it seemed right now as Ron wildly broke his lingual grip from her erect, stiff nipple and salaciously wagged his tongue down the center of her tight, vernal waist, pulling and teasing her delicious skin, and suddenly snaked into the shallow crater of her navel.
Lisa's body was still perfumed by the cinnamon-sexy scent of the exotic soap she had used earlier that afternoon, and Ron's balls began to sizzle as he sniffed the strange, potent aroma of his saliva mingled with the fragrant soap and the feminine oils from his mother's gorgeous body.
Her middle finger stiffened as he rested it at the tight, warm entrance to the secret slit between her thighs. He felt the warm pinkness of his own mother's hair-fringed cunt as he poked his hard digit straight into the ragged, pink folds of her nakedly-offered cunt.
"Ummmm!" Lisa moaned in relief and pleasure, as her son's finger inched its thick way into the clinging fissure of her vaginal orifice.
The men recognized Lisa's utterance as a true whimper of arousal, and they were beginning to suspect that the nakedly-splayed mother was not letting her son burrow his finger lewdly into her pussy solely because she was afraid of Bull. Lisa's moan was the unmistakable sound of forbidden lust!
Ron continued to kiss his mother's fully exposed navel as his finger, fast becoming wet with the balm-like juices of Lisa's violated pussy, struck a slow, sensuous rhythm as it slithered in and out of her unguarded cunt.
Lisa felt the fleshy cleft of her buttocks constrict as the warm, dark walls of her pussy throbbed with electric ripples of girlish excitement. Her body tensed as a slow, rich undulation of wanton arousal caused her shoulders to rise slowly off the bed, then the small of her back to arch severely, then flatten, and finally send the visible wave of her lust into the swelling, rising curves of her pelvis. The men noticed this motion in her body as Lisa repeated it, only this time with more force and feeling; her married body was hotly responding in splayed rhythm to the finger of her own son which was firmly embedded in the rubbery walls of her vagina.
Ron's lower chin brushed against the fleecy tuft of his mother's pubic mound as her gyrating hips caused his head to rise and sink with the trembling movements of her thighs. Ron could feel the muscles in Lisa's belly tighten and quiver as he thrust his finger deeper between her naked thighs.
A wicked thought raced through Ron's mind; how far could he drive his mother? Could he send her into spasming convulsions of insatiable desire? Could he work her over like any other woman and turn her into a jiggling mass of flesh? He had gone this far, and Bull certainly wasn't going to let him stop now!
Just what was his mother like as a woman who was being fucked? Would she scream when he stuck it up her? Would she wiggle her sweet ass like a wild beast and flail and thrash on the bed as he screwed her with all of his athletic might? Should he do it? Should he do it? Should he abandon every memory in his mind that told him Lisa was his own mother and fuck her for what she was; a delectable ripe piece of gorgeous ass? And yet there was another question burning in the youth's mind as his mother continued to work her body hotly beneath him.
Lisa was panting heavily now, her breasts were dancing wildly as her body rose and fell to delicious finger fucking her son was giving her. A voice rose from deep within her chest, an insistent voice that wildly called out the wanton dictates of her own lust.
"Please," she pleaded, "Stick it in!"
The men watched anxiously as Ron rose on his knees and kneeled above her. He slowly milked his thick long dick, as if he were a warrior readying his cutlass for the kill. Lisa gazed down and saw the thick, huge shaft of her own son's rock-hard cock and her eyes grew wide with wonderment.
Jesus! Lisa said to herself. What a beautiful prick he has! I've never seen anything like it anywhere.
The men in the room were more than a little envious of Ron's over-sized, perfectly formed member. It was virile, stiff and hard as it glistened in the dim light.
Ron leaned forward and his penis bumped gaggily against the hair-fringed fissure of Lisa's nude pussy. A thrill of wicked arousal sizzled through the smooth, lithe body of the nakedly-offered mother as the pouting lips of her moist pussy touched the spongy cock-head of her own son! Ron parted Lisa's long, tapering legs until they were stretched to capacity, the delicate blue veins of her milk-white skin showing shamedly on the fully exposed insides of her married thighs!
Lisa's cunt was tight as a drum-head and Ron's cock-head stung with the vise-like grip of his own mother's pussy as the tingling mouth of Lisa's cunt lips flowered around the blue-veined shaft of her son's burrowing prick.
As Ron inched his way into the liquid heat of his mother's cunt, Lisa was fascinated at the feel of her own son's prick half-way imbedded in the liquid heat of her unguarded pussy.
The very nature of this forbidden, unspeakable act somehow worked on Lisa's imagination, and the lewd unmentionable wickedness of performing with her own son in front of all these men and her own son caused the smoldering fire in her loins to burst into a blaze of obscene passion!
Ron reached behind Lisa and salaciously parted the moist deep cleft of her buttocks with both of his hands.
As Lisa's asscheeks spread wantonly apart she was able to take in more of her son's purplish erection into the pulsing depths of her palpitating pussy. She inched her ass back just a little so that the entirety of her blonde-haired cunt was wantonly exposed to her son.
Ron glanced down and saw the very base of his red-hued shaft protruding from the hungry slit between his mother's thighs. He lunged forward with all of his manly weight and strength and suddenly his own pubic hairs were mingling with those of his mother; he had completely and effectively buried his cock in her pussy!
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Ron pulled back, slowly drawing the jagged, sensitive folds of his mother's pussy out as her cunt relentlessly grasped the dick-stiff rigidity of his throbbing member.
Yes, Ron, thought to himself. She was loving it, there was no mistake; his own mother was lusting after his prick as if he were some burly stud.
"Yeah!" Lisa moaned, "Ram it up me. It feels soooo good!" As Ron powerfully thrust forward, to send the ravishing pole of his prick slithering obscenely into his own mother's womb!
For the moment, Lisa felt safe. Despite the unmentionable name of the act she was engaging in with her son, the actual physical sensation was so rare, so overpowering that if a movie studio were filming her, she would have continued writhing and wiggling as her son labored hotly above her.
Yes, for the moment, Lisa had forgotten about Bull, but he had not forgotten about her. He was watching her in the shadowy darkness, his black cock steaming with bestial passion as the nude, voluptuous white woman wantonly fucked her son!
The liquid mattress of the water bed undulating with the twin lusts of the two heated bodies atop it, meted out the lewd and wicked rhythm of Ron and Lisa's pagan performance.
Lisa wrapped her hands around Ron's torso, pulling his flush against her glistening skin, forcing every inch of his delicious cock into her.
There was a liquid, slurping sound as Ron's cock slithered lewdly in and out of his own mother's sweet little cunt. Lisa felt her love juices, heated to a balm-like, flowing consistency, hotly bathe the turgid shaft of Ron's embedded thickness as she was propelled headonwards to her own wicked climax!
Lisa's mind was a steaming, whirling maelstrom of forbidden images. All she could see in her mind's eye was the beautiful, pulsing head of Ron's upraised hardness as it slammed relentlessly into her belly. She imagined what it looked like as it skewered the insides of her cunt, its bulbous, lust bloated immensity burrowed into the nether depths of her battered cunt. These delicious, lucid visual images caused Lisa's entire being to swell with the inexorable delight of being fucked like a cheap whore by her own son as other men watched. She didn't know which wicked thought stimulated her most of all; was it the fact that her son was screwing the daylights out of her or the fact that a whole roomful of men were watching her naked womanish curves and her nakedly-splayed pussy as she wiggled and moaned in ecstatic delight? She didn't know, she didn't even care! All she could feel was Ron's stiffened prick as it slid wetly in and out of her cunt!
Suddenly, the silence in the room was shattered by the gravel-like voice of Bull as he emerged from the shadows; the six-foot five-inch stud, built like a steam shovel, had taken off his clothes and stood completely naked, his shining ebony skin glistening with sweat from watching the incestuous performance of Lisa and her son.
"Now Bull's gonna get in on the action!" he said, and sneered malevolently.