Chapter 7
Maureen awoke to the sounds of rude snoring coming from Clive. For a moment, she did not know where she was.
Then, when she tasted the acrid, foul leavings in her mouth, it all came back to her in a flash! She looked around for some water to drink.
As soon as she moved, Billy, lifted his head quickly. There was no way he would ever be caught sleeping.
"Where are you going?"
"I... I just want some water."
"Ain't none. Not unless you go down to the spring, and I ain't about to let you do that."
"But, but I'm thirsty."
"Here, have some of this."
He tossed her the halffull bottle of whiskey they had been drinking the night before. It was not exactly Maureen's idea of a breakfast beverage.
Yet, there was nothing else around. The foul taste in her mouth was worse than anything she could imagine. It made even potent whiskey sound good for breakfast.
The stinging liquid burned her mouth and she choked on it. But as she caught her breath, she found at least now her mouth smelled like booze instead of stale come and piss.
My, what had she done? Her mind reeled!
When she thought about the events of last night, she was stunned. Now, in the light of day she found it hard to believe that she had enjoyed herself.
Yes, she had most assuredly enjoyed the outrageous fucking!
Her mind rebelled. at the idea, but her body throbbed with the wonder of it. Ah, it had been so exciting!
Fucking like that was something she' had never experienced before. It made her feel wicked and wild. It was good!
She was still lying naked on the cot when the other two men awoke. Billy had been sucking slowly on the bottle of booze and watching her silently.
As they yawned and stretched, she wondered what was going to happen to her today. The thought that they could harm her at any time came creeping back to her.
Fear enveloped her once more.
But the fear was not the crippling terror she had experienced yesterday. Now she was able to think more clearly about it.
A kind of fatalism had come over her. If they decided to hurt her, well, there was nothing that she could do about it. She might as well stop worrying.
The only thing that really bothered her was the thought of being harmed. She would not be able to stomach being hurt, or tortured. That was he greatest fear.
As she watched the men, she began to think. None of them were very vicious, really. They had not hurt her at all, in fact.
If all they wanted to do was fuck her, then that suited her just fine. She enjoyed having all these new pricks to jab in her cunt.
Perhaps if she gave them what they wanted they would not hurt her. Besides, she would be able to get outrageous, great fucking in return.
The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that her guarantee of safety was fucking.
Yes, if she really fucked them like they'd never had it before maybe they would not get rid of her She would be more than happy to let them do anything they wanted to with her body.
She enjoyed the wild fucking. last night hat been one of the best times she had ever had.
If she could convince them that they needed he to keep their cocks happy, it would be perfect. She would be assured of safety and get her pussy fillet at the same time.
There was no other choice. If she wanted to live she would have to become indispensable to them. It was her only chance.
As she thought, Billy was watching her care fully. He was the smartest of the group. He was also the leader.
The way to get what she wanted to have was through him. If Billy wanted to keep her around then stay around she would. His word was lam with the other two men.
"You need to go out?"
"Wh-what?"
"You want to take a leak?"
"Oh! Why... yes, th-thank you."
Billy motioned to Carl to take her outside. Naturally, Clive whined that he wanted to take her instead. He said that he liked to watch women pee.
Luckily though, she was spared the simpleton's companionship. At least Carl was quieter, although not any smarter.
The stocky brown-haired man stood a few feet away while Maureen went behind a small bush. He discreetly looked away while she squatted.
The sound of her piss hissed noisily on the dry earth. It made him shift uneasily from foot to foot.
Maureen had to risk it. She would attempt to put her plan into action right now. She gathered all her courage together.
"Wouldn't you... uh, wouldn't you like to watch?"
"HUH?"
"Don't you want to watch me?"
His obvious consternation at her offer made Maureen bolder. She was more convinced than ever that the way to her salvation was to make these men slaves to her perfect body.
Even though these young men could not have been more than in their early twenties, they probably knew she had a body better than most girls. A woman of her age could indeed turn their heads... criminals or not!
"Come on."
"Uh... why sure!"
Carl stepped gingerly behind the bush. His eye bulged out as he saw her squatting there. Her huge, soft breasts were lying luxuriously over her knees.
He could see the thin stream of golden-clear piss dribbling from between her legs. He gulped noisily.
She finished and stood straight up. Then, guiding him away from where she had done her business, she let him feast his eyes on her body as she leaned against a tree.
Carl stared at her. Her flawless body seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. He had never seen a woman so beautiful before.
She watched him as he devoured her with his eyes. Hoping that what he had just seen when she peed had made him stiff, she reached out and pulled him closer.
Her lips met his lightly at first. Then he bore down on her, crushing his tongue into her mouth in forceful jabs.
She sucked on his meaty probe. The action she used was sexy and was just like a push-and-pull fucking motion. The analogy was not lost on him.
The stocky young man began to press and rotate his hips into hers. His hands sought her heavy breasts.
Already he was breathing like a bull during rutting season. It made Maureen happy to know that she could control the young man so easily.
He massaged her tits, making the nipples pucker and get hard. Squeezing them, he began to hurt her. She pushed him away.
Without stopping, he moved his head down to those big melons. His mouth sucked one nipple inside, then the other. He was suckling on her like a child!
It made waves of passion ripple over her naked body! Ah, this young man knew how to tongue a tit!
"Umm... that's good, Carl!"
He increased his rhythm. More and more of her smooth breast entered his wet mouth. He pulled at them lusciously while he nibbled.
"You know, what you did to me last night was the best... umm!"
Again, his sucking increased. He was listening to every word she said while he devoured her tender, meaty breasts.
"Your hand rubbed my cunt just the right way, Carl. If it hadn't been for you I would have never come at all... ahhh!"
Her hard nipple was pressed into the roof of his mouth now. His tongue lapped over and over it, making it raw and tingly.
"You're my favorite of all! Ohhh, I like your cock so much! Ummm! I wish I had it in my pussy right now!"
Carl snorted like a bull at that! He nearly sucked her entire huge breast in his mouth! His hand probed at her cunt, kneading, pushing, and pulling on her cunt lips.
It nearly made Maureen swoon right on the spot. His fingers were working their way up her hole. A gush of pussy juice bathed them and made it easy to slide them into her.
She pressed her legs together and squirmed around. He undulated his body with hers, driving her back into the hard bark of the tree.
They moaned and writhed. Her hands played in the crack of his ass right through his pants. It made him pant heavily and twitch his ass cheeks.
"HEYI Carl! Where the fuck are you!"
Billy's voice snapped through the still mountain air like a knife! It made Carl stiffen as if he had been stabbed. Quickly, he pulled away from Maureen's luscious body.
"Uh... we got to go."
"Don't let Billy bully you like that, Carl!"
"Got to... he's the boss."
Reluctantly, the stocky young man called out to Billy. Then he gently pushed Maureen from behind the bush. He stayed alone by the tree.
She knew what he was doing. He was furiously beating his meat out there all alone. Passion had risen too high in him for it to not be released.
It made her smile to know that she could have her way with Carl. He would slobber for her body. This was precisely what she needed to know.
The only problem was Billy. He stared at her with his beady eyes as she walked slowly toward the cabin door. Those bloodshot eyes seemed to burn right through her.
Yes, Billy would be more difficult. She would have to work extra hard to get power over him. He was indeed smarter than the rest.
Tom was beginning to think that the F.B.I. was no better than the regular police. They seemed just as incompetent.
There were no leads, no clues, and no idea of who had done it. The only thing they could tell him was that it was not a professional robbery.
"So where's my wife?"
"We're working on it, sir."
"That's not a hell of a lot of comfort!"
"Just calm down and we'll find her."
"If something happens to my wife, I'll have all, your goddamn heads for it!"
Neither the F.B.I. or the police reacted to this threats. They merely went about their business implacably. It was as if, none of this really mattered to them.
Tom was beside himself with worry. He had to try to keep up a good front in spite of the way he felt, however. Both Linda and Jeffrey were looking to him for strength.
The last thing on earth he wanted to do was to be strong. All he could think about was what might be happening to Maureen. The thoughts sickened him.
Memories of all the times that he had treated her badly came flooding back to him. He wished he had been kinder to her.
He vowed right then and there that if he ever saw Maureen again, things would be different. He made a silent promise to himself that he would give her whatever she wanted.
Yes, he thought, he would even fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked.
His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Maureen. He did not even notice the other vacationers milling about him. There was so much hushed commotion that he tuned it out.
In addition to all the police who were standing around, the other cabin dwellers made frequent pilgrimages past his cabin. All Tom could do was sit on the porch and stare vacantly.
Some of the women cooked and brought food over for him and the children. He hardly noticed. But when nightfall was descending, the sexy Clare came to see him. She had different ideas of how to take his mind off his kidnapped wife.
"Hi, Tom, love."
"Huh? Oh... oh, hi, Clare."
"Come on, lover, you can't just sit here all night. let's go for walk."
"Uh... no, no, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well, it wouldn't look very good."
"Come on, Tom. No one's going to think anything about it. You've been moping around all day. It's obvious that you're worried about Maureen."
"Yeah, but..."
"You need a break. Now, don't argue... come on!"
It was easy for the luscious bleached-blonde to convince him to go with her. His spirits needed to be lifted in some way or another.
In spite of his vow to his absent wife, he could not resist this woman. After all, he had already tasted the joys of her cunt. He knew what treasures she had between her legs.
Explaining to the children that he needed to get away for a time, he went with her. Hopefully, no one would fault him for it.
The police standing around the cabins looked after him but made no move to follow. Tom thought that was a good sign.
The moon was just throwing a romantic light on the lake when they reached the water's edge. They began to hold hands as soon as they were certain no one could see them.
"It's been hard on you, hasn't it, Tom?"
"Shit, you can say that again!"
"Let me make you feel better baby."
With that, the well-endowed blonde pressed herself against him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Her tongue probed in his mouth and made it moist with her saliva.
Tom at first held back. But then the wonderful warmth of her body invaded his. He melted in her arms.
Already his big pile driver was beginning to stiffen in his pants. All the tension he had felt for nearly two days was centering in his cock now.
In spite of his feelings about Maureen, he could not resist this woman now. He had to release his prick from the pounding pressure that was beginning to squeeze down on his nuts.
They embraced. In an instant, they were rolling on the sandy shore of the lake.
Breathlessly, they tore their clothing away. Tom could not wait for any pleasantries. He was hot to bury his rod in her hole!
Clare did not resist. She opened herself completely to him. Her legs spread wide and she guided his throbbing pecker to her juicy pussy.
Tom was no longer thinking about Maureen. His only feeling was of the burning in his balls and the itching in his prick.
He had to fuck her!
"Ohhh, Clare..."
"Come on, Tom, baby. Give it to met FUCK ME!"
She massaged his heavy hunk of meat with her hand. The flaring tip pressed
against her wet cunt lips. She was urging him inside of her horny hole.
His mind was swirling with colored lights. He felt the heat from her furnace mouth scathe his mushrooming prick.
He lunged forward with his hips! His pounding joint slammed into her!
The thick shaft was embedded halfway in her hole... he stopped... then lunged again! His meat pierced her!
"Ohhh!"
"Yeah, Tom, do it to met"
"Shit! You feel so damned good!"
"Your pecker's all the way in! Ummm!"
Her soft, wet, cunt walls pressed against his steaming joint. It thrust in her. She bucked upwards.
His rhythm began almost immediately. His balls were tingling with bursts of passion.
In and out, he stropped his mighty dick! He rammed her land summed hers
His cock dug into her! He tore at the very depths of her pussy with his steely-hard weapon. Time and time again he jolted her with the force of his blows. She moaned and twisted under him.
It seemed as though every hammering from his heavy prick made her sigh in ecstasy. This was what he needed! This was a woman who responded to his every thrust and pull!
His thick pecker jammed into her box, then stroked out partway. juices began to flow around it from her flaming desire.
Harder and harder he punched his stiff meat into her. louder and louder became her groans and moans.
Tom was panting loudly. Every time his burning cock tip pressed into the back of her vagina he gasped. The feeling shot right down to his balls!
"Do it! ahhh, yeah do it to me!"
"Yeah! take it! take my pecker!"
"Ohhh! I love the way you fuck met Ahh, you're so big!"
Her encouraging words enflamed him all the more. His hips thrashed on her smooth flesh. His prick dug into her harder and deeper.
With every lunge into her dripping hole, there was nothing left on the outside but his swinging, bulging balls. She twisted so they slapped against her open ass crack.
They fucked and fucked. Tom drove into her like a bull!
"Get ready! Ahhhh! I'm going to... I'm going to commmmmmmm! oooohhhhh!"
"Yes! Do it, Tom! Let it come!"
His pounding, thrashing cock erupted in her hole!
Streams of bubbling hot jism shot into her! Globs of the sticky come jetted into her to overflowing!
Thick rivers of it flowed out of her cunt, mixed with her own liquids. They sloshed together.
"OHH! I'M COMMING TOO! AAAAHHHH!"
Their bodies racked and twisted together. His cock exploded his swirling seed into her time and time again!
His hammer blows drove his spewing weapon deeper and deeper into her gushing valley of womanhood! Her cunt rippled around his hammering weapon.
He groaned and thrashed on, more and more! Her body arched and bucked under his.
He clung to her and drilled his hot come into her! She drummed her legs on his back furiously, overcome with her orgasms!
His spurting cock lurched and jolted in her creaming hole! It bathed her with his great bolts of hot jism!
They shuddered together, feeling their intimate point of frenzied union throb as they came and came!
Tom unloaded all the bubbling sperm that had been building in his balls. Now they pumped gallons of his seed into her waiting, writhing cunt!
What a fuck! Oh, this was what he had needed. He had needed this to take his mind off of Maureen and her plight.
But that did it... the thought of her had crept up on his mind as he emptied his manhood into this woman. It coincided with the gruff voice that pierced-their passionate fucking.
"Pardon me, sir, but the captain would like to see you."
The impassive cop had stood there watching as they fucked each other like animals. Now it made Tom's pecker wilt in Clare's soaking wet cunt.
Embarrassed, there was nothing he could do but pull his spent dick out of her. Oceans of sticky come followed it and bathed the sand.
The cop watched as Tom stuck his wet cock back into his pants. Then he led him back to the cabin. Clare followed behind, her cunt still oozing his sperm.