Chapter 4

When they went to bed that night Tom tried to make it all up to her. He promised to do whatever Maureen wanted him to do. She convinced him that only by licking her pussy could he change her mind about fucking other men.

All was quiet in the campgrounds and their cabin when Tom threw back the covers. Her naked body shimmered in the moonlight that poured through the windows.

The sight of her enflamed him. She had the kind of body that could make his prick stand up at attention! He wanted her now.

But Maureen did not want him. For one of the first times in their marriage, she was not hungry for his big hunk of meat.

Instead, she wanted him to please her in a way he rarefy ever did. She had had her fill of cock from Fred... now she wanted to be eaten.

Tom knew he had to humor her. She did not demand this of him often. Besides, he still felt guilty about having fucked with Clare Simpson.

He tried to ignore his tremendous hard-on as he spread her legs. His pole bobbed stiffly against her thighs... but he moved still farther down.

When his face was staring directly into her open snatch, he groaned. The sight of it was almost too much for him. He could feel his pecker swell up and ache to be plunged into her.

"Oh, baby I want to ram you!"

"No... eat me out."

Tom kept his promise. Pulling her soft red cunt lips with his fingers, he exposed the sensitive clit. It made Maureen moan.

With his face very close to her kinky pubic hairs, he breathed on her. Her slit began to come alive. It hardened slightly as she felt a tremor of lust sweep through her.

He blew a thin stream of air through her pink, luscious valley. She flinched. Her hands began to grab at the sheets.

His fingers traced over her. They slid over her tender tissues, aided 'by the flow that was beginning to ooze from her hole. A fingertip prodded gently inside... then withdrew.

"Ummm..."

Then his tongue snaked out. He swiped the full width of it over her drooling pussy. From her gaping hole to her trembling clit, he covered her with his hot saliva.

"OH!"

She arched her hips up into his face. The warm lick of his tongue had made her shudder with delight. little pinpricks of passion covered her cunt and jabbed into her stomach.

She loved to be eaten this way. In all those days of playing with herself, this was one thing she could never do. It was wonderful!

Tom began to lick at her hot cunt in earnest now. His tongue swiped up and down through that wet valley. Her juices coated it and made him swallow her womanhood.

He tickled her clit. It hardened. The stiff little knob of flesh quivered under his meaty probe. "Umm... suck on it! Take my slit in your mouth and suck it!

Tom did as he was ordered to do. His mouth opened and he vacuumed the trembling clit between his lips. Holding it there, he rasped it with his tongue while he. sucked.

Maureen nearly swooned! What a feeling! lovely waves of passion rippled through her. Her hips bucked into his face, filling his mouth with her soggy, velvety tissues.

He nearly gagged on the thick volume of her flow, yet he gamely kept sucking. The only way he could get to her was to give her what she wanted now. His cock ached to fuck her!

But she used her hands to drive his face harder and harder into her pussy. His lips clung to her hard clit and nibbled on it gently.

"Ohhh, yes! Eat me good!"

He slid his right hand under his chin and began to play with her. His fingers probbed at her drooling pussy. It made her groan to feel him at both places... her clit and her hole.

He kept it up while she began to grind her hips around and around. His finger stroked in her hole. She undulated with the rhythm of it. At the same time, he sucked like mad!

Maureen was gasping now. Her body rolled and bucked with each wondrous pull on her clit and poke into her hole.

His nose was buried in her kinky hairs. Breathing heavily now, his gasping breath seemed to sear into her. It felt like he would shove his face right up her!

"Umm..."

Her hips bucked more and more wildly. His fingers stuck more and more deeply into her clamping cunt. One, two, then three of his big fingers were shoved inside.

She felt them jab her... wriggle inside of her to thrill her. Oh, it was wonderful to feel!

Tom marveled at the way her hole closed down around his fingers. He could feel the circular striations of her vaginal canal. They seemed to ripple over him, drawing him deeper inside.

He wished it was his prick that was feeling this instead of only his fingers. His pecker was hungry for her. He wanted to drill her long and hard!

But Maureen loved the way he was eating her too much to let him fuck her now. She was groaning more and more. Her hips bucked. And her copious flow bathed him.

His tongue, lips and cheeks were covered with her sticky wetness. It seemed to flow out of her without stopping. The more he sucked and rubbed her, the creamier she got!

"Ummm... now I want you to move. Put your tongue in my hole and rub my clit with your hand. Yes... AHHH!"

Tom did as she told him to do. He deftly moved his mouth and his hand. With a "pop" and a gush of hot fluid, his forgers had slid free of her undulating hole.

Then his mouth had released her turgid, erect clit. The change had thrilled her! She whined and thrashed about, seeking to drive his face more deeply between her legs.

The change made her groan loudly now. His fingers began to drum on her clit immediately. His meaty tongue sought her dripping hole.

"Do it! Stick it in me!"

He obeyed. He shoved his tongue into her oozing cunt and waggled it around and around the sides of her rippling vagina. Her come gushed onto him.

"OOOHH! I'M COMING! AHHHI"

Maureen's orgasm made her thrash and writhe against his face. She ground her crotch into his lips as she screamed out her passion!

He gulped, trying gamely to swallow the thick flow that poured from deep within her. Her hole opened wide while her inner muscles clamped down. He thought she was going to rip his tongue from his mouth!

He gagged but still stuck his straining tongue deep within her. He felt those well-used muscles hold him, try to draw him further and further into her steaming, convulsing cunt!

Out of pure reaction to the suctioning of her hole, Tom rubbed down hard on her scintillating clit. It bobbed out from between his fingers. The sticky wetness had made it hard for him to hold her.

"Ahhh! Again! Ohh! Againnnnnnn!"

Maureen lurched wildly now. He, body was on fire with the flame from his tongue! She jammed it deeper and deeper in her. Her gushing come bathed him.

Rivers of the creamy stuff flowed into his mouth. Streams of it ran down his cheeks and made pools in his ears. The squishing and squirting was loud!

All the while his cock puffed up and strained for release. His balls were churning with hot, bubbling sperm. Oh, if only he could ram it into her!

Her spasming cunt clamped down on his tongue. She seemed to be milking it like a prick! He moaned and nearly choked. He had to have release!

Tom could not stand to feel her fuck and writhe in ecstasy like this without sharing it with her! He had to fuck her!

With a mighty yank, he pulled his tongue free from her gushing pussy and stopped rubbing her clit. Her body kept grinding around even after he was gone.

"Don't' stop! Eat me some more, Tom! I want to come again!"

"No! I've got to fuck you!"

With that, he leapt on her undulating naked form and covered her with his muscular frame. She twisted under him, trying to get away. She was determined not to have his rod stuck in her.

But the more she fought, the closer his fat, hard prick came to her dripping cunt. He was panting like a bull, hotter than he had been in months.

He forced his hips against hers. She tried to hold her thighs together but she could not. His burliness was too much for her delicate passioned-out body now.

She was pinned. There was no way she could avoid the thick hunk of Bristle that was shoved between her legs. Even now, the bulging, hot tip probbed at her cunt.

"Nooo! I don't want to be fucked!"

"Yes! I've got to get into you!"

They wrestled some more. With each avoiding lurch of her flowing crotch, he came nearer to his goal. Soon, her labia were parted by the flaring cock tip.

The round tip lodged inside her hole! He had won!

"No! No! Take your prick out of me!"

"You're going to get it now, baby! HOLD STILL!"

Maureen fought hard... it was no use. With a mighty heave and a lunge, Tom drove his hips forward. The thick cock pierced her! "OOOH!"

He slammed forward, driving his prick deeper into her soaking wet cunt. She screamed and fought as she felt it move into her.

Lodged halfway inside of her bucking hole, the enormous prick began to grow! It had been too much for him. He was going to shoot!

"Hold still! I have to get in your pussy!" Grunting mightily, he held her down roughly and jabbed into her. The hot rod drove up her just at the same moment that it exploded!

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!"

"Take it out of me! I don't want your come in me!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The shooting,-bubbling tip lunged to the very back of her vaginal She twisted around, trying to expel it with her strong muscles. But it was no use now.

His erupting hunk of meat throbbed and pulsated deep within her. The creamy, frothing jism gushed forth!

He bucked jerkily, convulsing on her naked, sweaty body, He grunted and groaned.

All too soon, it was over for him. Even the sexy movements of her fighting could not get him hard again. He collapsed on top of her in a heap.

Then she raised her knees and thrust him off her. Her flowing cunt dribbled the mixture of his sperm and her juices across the bed as she leapt up.

"You bastard ! "

"Cut it out, Maureen."

"You said you were only going to eat me! You lied! It's just like it always is, all you want is to get your rocks off!"

"Maureen, please, don't say that. I love you."

His sweetness softened her. She was still angry, but the reality she had been trying to deny came back to her. Yes, she loved him too.

But something had to be done. She felt cheated. Fucking like this was not what she wanted.

He held out his arms to her and she went to him. Engulfing her against his muscular chest, he embraced her hard and long. They kissed passionately... but like a married couple.

Maureen did not go to meet Fred the next day... nor the next day after that. He guilt was getting to her. Tom was being nice.

After all these years of marriage, he seemed to be taking an interest in her again. Their troubles had come to a head and had passed. Or had they?

Even though Tom was professing that he loved her more openly, the sex problems were pretty much the same. He still did not please her in exactly the way she wanted.

His temper would still take over if she even hinted at his doing something extra for her. Once his prick went soft, their fucking was all over.

Maureen had to have more. When she thought about that night with Fred in the woods, she got goose bumps all over. It had thrilled her.

Being with a new, younger man made her feel more like a woman. No, she was not the kind of person to spread her legs for every man who came along. Yet, she did need some excitement.

Now it was her turn to feel guilty. Tom had repented his going off with the sexy Clare. But Maureen had never admitted fucking. with the handsome Fred.

Perhaps it was the fact that she could fool Tom so easily that kept her from fucking around again. It seemed like taking candy from a baby.

She felt like a traitor. She knew that all she had to do was walk right around to the other side of the lake. Fred would be at the lifeguard's shed over there.

It would be so simple to cheat on Tom. But would her conscience let her do it?

Now that the family had drawn closer together, she would feel disloyal going to a stranger to fuck. Yes, Maureen was too moral a woman to fuck around with the first man who came along again.

There had to be a way out of her dilemma. The more, time that went by, the hotter she got. Of course, Tom was fucking with her. It was just not enough.

She wanted excitement, a new hunk of meat between her legs, but she was loath to go out and get it. Her body told her to fuck, but her mind told her to remain loyal. What was she to do?

Tom had kept an eye on her these last few days. He was searching for any sign of a change in her. He thought he was doing his best to please her. An effort had been made.

He thought it was enough to give her a few things, like muff diving, to keep her happy. Once he had eaten her out a few times, he thought there was nothing else she would need.

Maureen could not bring herself to tell him-nor would he listen to-anything to the contrary. This was why she had so much trouble asking him to fuck her differently.

Once her anger from that first night had ebbed, things seemed to return to pretty much their normal state. Yes, the fucking was a little better, but Maureen could have used more.

She had been preoccupied with thoughts of her sexuality for more than a week. The cabin life was boring her.

To look for something different to do, Maureen went into town. It was a long walk, but the warm summer day and the gentle buzzing of insects kept her company on the long, narrow dirt road.

Her stately, curvaceous body cut a very unique figure there in that country setting. She made the few locals raise their sleepy heads and look at her as she came up the small four-cornered village.

The greasy mechanic at the one-pump gas station grinned suggestively at her. His eyes seemed to sear into her flesh. He looked her over, from the top of her raven-black hair, to her bobbing breasts, to her perfectly formed legs.

She averted her eyes from his gaze quickly. No matter how horny she was, a short grease-monkey was just not her type.

There were only a few buildings in the little village. Besides the gas station there was an old diner, a grocery store, a five-and-ten, and a post office, along with some other places. She hardly noticed them.

The dirty village seemed to be uniformly gray. There was nothing to distinguish it at all.

Being hot from her walk, Maureen went to the diner and ordered some iced coffee. The coolness of the drink would revive her. While she rested, the few local men eyed her up and down.

It was as if she were wearing no clothing at all. Her scanty halter top and tight-fitting bright green shorts seemed to attract the men to her like flies.

Ignoring their stares, she left. She decided to look around the sleepy place before she returned to the cabins. Hopefully there would be something exciting to do.

Wandering into the post office, she thought she would buy some postcards just to pass the time. It was an old building and it smelled musty.

There was only one old man behind the caged counter. He was wizened and bent. Maureen smiled at him but did not speak. The quietness in there rang in her ears.

Maureen had her back to the door as she looked through some cards. The sound of the slamming of it barely drew her attention. But suddenly angry voices reached her ears.

"Don't try that, pop!"

"B-but... you men g-get out!"

"Shut up and take it easy old man. Carl, go back there and tie the old geezer up!"

"Right."

The beautiful woman wheeled around. What was going on? Who were these three young men, dressed in leather jackets and dirty jeans?

Could it be? Yes! The seriousness of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks all at once!

It was a hold-up!

When Maureen saw one of the men holding a gun, she gasped. This sound made them turn around and notice her. Now she was in for it!

"Well, well, look what we got here, boys."

"Glory be, we got ourselves a little bonus!" Maureen shuddered as one of the young men came near her. He was tall and gangly, with a stringy mop of washed-out-looking blond hair that hung in his eyes.

He looked like he had not bathed in days! When he grinned leeringly at her she could see he had two teeth missing. The mere sight of him made her want to run and hide!

But before she could even think, he grabbed her hard around the wrist. His grimy fingernails dug into her flesh as he pulled her close to his smelly body.

She was frightened to death now. At this close range she could feel the heat of his body and see the stains on his overworn tee-shirt. She began to shake.

The man grabbed her close to him and pressed his body against hers. She tried to pull away but it was no use! His lips sought hers and he trapped her into an obnoxious, repulsive tongue kiss.

Maureen struggled and tried to scream. Her mind was exploding with thoughts of horror! How could this be happening to her? Her body trembled in abject terror.

"Hey Clive, bring the filly over here. Spread it around, boy!"

With that, he released her. Her mouth felt foul and ached from the hardness of his kiss. He pushed her away then, propelling her toward his comrades.

All three of the young men looked the same. They were dressed the same way... all with leather jackets, dirty grayed-out tee-shirts, and filthy jeans. Two of them were stuffing something into paper bags.

The poor old man had been tied up behind the post office counter. She could hear him struggling to free himself. What a horrible thing! Maureen began to cry.

"Now, now, little lady, don't you cry none. Why we don't aim to do nothing to hurt you. Why, my friends here and me, why, we're just gonna give a little fun."

"Let me stick her first, Billy! Come on, I got such a such a boner in my pants I can't stand it"

"You just hold on to your rod, Clive! Carl, you take the gun here so's I can get my pecker out."

"Aww, Billy, I don't want the gun. Let me fuck the broad."

"Shut up! I got her first!"

Oh no, Maureen felt as though she was going to be sick right then and there. These greasy young men were going to rape her! What could she do?

There was no way that she wanted to have his filthy hunk of meat shoved in her hole! Besides, she was so frightened that her cunt was bone dry. They would hurt her terribly by forcing their way inside!

But there was nothing she could do. Clive, the smelly one who had kissed her, already had her on the floor and had tied her hands behind her back. Carl, holding the gun, rubbed his crotch with a dirty hand and leered at her.

Carl was stockier than Clive was and had matted, curly brown hair. But he too looked as though he had not bathed in weeks. The sight of him made her want to be sick!

The one they called Billy seemed to be the leader of the group. He looked very much like Clive. His was tall and skinny with blond hair that hung almost to his shoulders. His green eyes were closely set and beady, giving him a totally untrustworthy look.

Maureen kept trying to struggle. Her mind was exploding with fear. She trembled and shook. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

She thought that her life was over. Terrified, she was certain that once they had raped her they would kill her, and the Fold man behind the counter, too.

Oh, what could she do! She tried to squirm out of her bonds. But the dirty men just leered down at her and held her in place. Billy began to unzip his fly.

But just then, she was saved! There was a sound of a car stopping out in front. The three young men stopped in their tracks, listened, and then began to move.

Someone was coming! Maureen was saved! Thank god! She would be free from them now. Quickly, they hauled her to her feet and shoved her along in front of them. They stuck the gun against her back and pushed her through the door.

They moved so fast that the vacationing family in the station wagon that had pulled up had not even gotten out yet. They did not know that anything was wrong.

Maureen was pushed into the back seat of a broken-down car,. held on the floor, and threatened with death if she tried to scream. Then she felt the car roar off....