Chapter 7
The group had successfully launched the raft into the river and were now being carried down the river by the strong, deep current of the Black Snake.
There was no doubt about it; Buck was an excellent guide. He knew every nook and cranny of the river, could tell, just from the surface of the river, where the rocks were, and his expert oarsmanship was very impressive.
Ed too was beginning to feel an overpowering urge begin to swell up in his balls as he watched Fran sitting there in the raft, her voluptuous young body displayed to alluring advantage in her tight-fitting shorts and bikini top. He stared intently at her naked belly and noticed that her shorts were cut arousingly low and a few of her brilliant, red pubic hairs were peeking over the tight-fitting bank of her shorts.
Ed had never beheld such exquisitely hewn flesh before; it was as white as ivory and the seductively appointed teenager resembled a Greek goddess as she basked there alluringly in the sunlight, and Ed felt a maelstrom of unspeakable desires began to fester inside his mind as he felt an intense and angry frustration began to take hold of him.
How could he fuck this tender piece of feminine flesh when his son and daughter were around? How? He didn't know how, yet, but... he was going to find a way!
It was fast becoming twilight. Buck had said that navigation on the Black Snake at night would be foolhardy and dangerous, not to mention impossible; the best course of action was to find a place along the river bank and make camp for the night.
"There's a good place!" Buck said as he pointed towards a small patch of grass along the bank and began steering the raft in a dead line for the clearing.
Darkness had fallen swiftly and the moon had soon risen to cast its bluish glow on the countryside. Buck had placed the raft on the bank about fifty feet from the camp. A fire had been built and its flame caused strange shadows to flicker and dart across the luxuriant foliage surrounding the camp.
Suddenly a plan hit Buck like a streak of lightning. He remembered that in his backpack he had a fifth of the smoothest, finest whiskey, and a bottle of the most potent, codeine-based cough medicine that a doctor could prescribe!
If he could just get everyone to take a slug of that whiskey laced with the cough syrup, everyone would be staggering around like a bunch of blithering idiots!
Then he could work his lusts on Mary!
After it was over, he would be blameless. It would simply appear as though everyone got raving drunk and lost control. And, if anyone did give him any shit, he did have one powerful lever of clout he could use: he was their only possible way out of here, and if they wanted to get nasty, well, he just might threaten to forget how to get back and take a little hike into the woods and never come back!
He walked down to the raft and removed the whiskey and cough medicine from his pack.
He opened the whiskey and drank down a good, strong slug and replaced what he had drank with the strong, clear cough medicine; he inhaled the scent from the mixture of whiskey and cough medicine and smiled; the scent of the whiskey was powerful enough to disguise the cough medicine.
Buck's plan now was to go back to the camp and get everyone to take a few slugs of this potent mixture.
Buck walked back to the group smiling and very enthusiastically as he waved his hands in the air.
"Hey, everybody hey," he said. "Ole Buck's found a real good treat for everybody! Lookee here! The finest whiskey you'd ever want to drink anywhere. Whatdaya say? Why don't we all have a little slug."
"Yeah," Sam said as he walked towards Buck and this appealing bottle, "I could use a drink of that!"
"Be my guest, friend," Buck said as he passed the bottle to Sam who took a long, throat-warming slug of the deceptive amber liquid.
Buck smiled in knowing approval as Sam unwittingly took the bait.
"Come on," Buck said. "Let's all sit down and pass the bottle around."
As the group sat around the campfire, laughing and drinking, Buck was careful to place his tongue over the mouth of the bottle so that the debilitating liquid did not enter his system.
The group needed no convincing or persuasion to drink the whiskey. They were all apparently very tired and welcomed the hazy, comforting relief from being tired which only alcohol could offer.
Sam had imbibed more than anyone; he was taking long, guzzling slugs of the booze, and his eyelids were already becoming heavy.
"Take it easy," Fran said to Sam, "that's potent stuff."
Buck, hoping that Sam would drink himself into the stupor of oblivion so that his wicked task would be easier, said: "Hey, let him drink all he wants, let him have a little fun!"
Sam continued greedily imbibing the pleasant-tasting liquid, little suspecting its potent and awesome power.
As the minutes went on, the level in the bottle he quickly reduced itself, and soon Ed, Fran, and Mary, and Sam were swooning and acting silly.
Although Mary had not drank as much as the others, she was amazed to find her head swimming as though she had consumed half of the bottle herself. She found it difficult to focus, but they were still active enough to see the glaring, grinning face of Buck staring intently at her. He looked like some kind of demon from hell as the fire played strangely on his face, warping it into bizarre and bold patterns.
Buck's mind was fiercely active as he planned his next move; he had to create some kind of diversion, something that would break up the group so he could finish his evil plan.
Slowly, he rose and walked towards the direction of the raft which was still hidden from the group.
"I'm going down and check the raft," he said.
The booze had readily affected Ed; he was leaning heavily on Fran, who didn't really seem to mind as they chuckled and giggled drunkenly by the fire.
Mary felt very uneasy about the entire situation; she was both amazed and shocked at her father's behavior as he carried on in such a way when his wife was not around! Maybe it was just the booze and the strain of the day's exhausting trip, but she sure wished that he would stop putting his hand on the voluptuous, firm swell of the saucy redhead's curvaceous hip!
The booze had loosened Ed up enough to such a point that he didn't care who saw him!
What he wanted to do was get a piece of this tight little girl's ass! He wanted to shove his cock so hard into her little pussy that he could just see her legs nakedly splayed, the red, glistening hairs of her naked cunt screaming for the monstrous dick to penetrate the clinging fissure of her quivering, naked twat!
Buck took a look at the raft, then looked at the huge, sprawling log which had fell across the river, making a natural bridge, and a flawless plan of deceit flashed into his mind. Well out of sight of the group, Buck lifted the raft high above his head and hid it in a camouflaging clump of bushes. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran back to the camp: "Hey! Hey! Everybody, help! The raft's afloat! Up! Up! Come on! We've got to get it!"
Ed, Fran, and Mary stumbled to their feet. Sam had completely passed out from drinking too much of the stupor-producing liquid.
"Whatsa matter!" Ed said as he ran towards Buck. "Whatsa matter?"
"The goddamn raft broke loose! I saw it happen! It's drifting down the river."
"Come on! We've got to try to find it, or we'll die out here!"
Ed was too much in a daze to even care about the raft. All he wanted to do was fuck the hell out of Fran and he didn't give a shit how he did it! Even in his drunkenness, he was able to formulate a plan which would put him alone with Fran for a little while, and he spoke quickly: "Well, lissen, Buck, sounds like we should go afta that damn raft."
"Why don't we split up. Sam's okay. He'll be here when we come back. Wouldn't be a good idea to leave the girls here, they can help us look. Fran you come with me; Mary; go with Buck."
Ed had played right into Buck's hands!
"Good idea!" Buck said. "Why don't you two cross that log and go down the bank that way.
It's clear enough that you'll be able to walk along the bank at a pretty good clip.
Mary and I'll go on this side of the bank. There's enough moonlight that if the raft's been caught on something, that one of us'll be able to spot it!"
Before Mary had time to say a word, her father had grabbed Fran and was teeteringly crossing the log bridge with her!
Mary's mind was a confused chaos of events which had occurred at an incredible pace for her. It suddenly occurred to her that her father was gone and that her brother was passed out and she was completely alone with this total stranger who had stepped ominously close behind her.
"Hey, baby," Buck said, "you better get used to old Buck, cause you're gonna get to know him real well!"