Chapter 8
Pat ran running down the hill from the pool at the foot of the waterfall, seventy-five yards up the hill from the Felton cabin. She was still wet from her morning swim, and her naked, beautiful little body glistened like a jewel in the morning sun. Her fat, firmly soft, hard-nippled tits bounced up and down, her wet, coppery hair reflecting the son in shooting sparks. She ran exultantly, exuberantly free, as the cool mountain breeze fanned her body dry, soothingly caressed her moist, burning cunt.
They had almost gone too far under the icy waterfall; she had almost let him fuck her too long. Tom was about to come, he was almost beyond control when she jerked away from him, pushing him under the water, and dashed out of the natural, rock-bottomed pool, to head for the cabin and bed, or the blanket in the grass behind the cabin.
Tom caught her before she was twenty-five yards down the hill.
"You bitch," he laughed, tackling her, tumbling with her in the high, sweet-scented grass, "you'll pay for that. I was about to come!"
"I know you were, you bastard," she giggled, wiggling and twisting under him, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together so he couldn't get his cock into her cunt again. "I want you to give me a baby, not a fish. You had my pussy pumped so full of water that if you had come in me your cream would have been too diluted to find under a microscope."
"Well, we're out of the water now," Tom panted. "Come on, honey, open your legs, let me get my aching boner back into your hot, sweet snatch. Your pussy is so good-soooo good."
"Not here, darling," Pat pleaded. "I'm just as hot as you are. I want to fuck as bad as you do, but this grass stings-itches. Let me up, please; well finish on the blanket down in the backyard."
Tom helped her to her feet, and they stood sharing a long, wet, tongue-sucking kiss before continuing toward the cabin, arms around each other s waist.
"Oh darling, I'm so terribly, terribly happy," Pat burbled, reaching farther around his skinny waist to grab and squeeze his bone-hard, out-thrust cock; "your cock is scrumptious, delicious, absolutely perfect-I'll never get enough of it."
"Your little cunt isn't so bad, either," Tom chuckled, sliding a long stiffened finger down the deep, hot crack of her fat, round ass, to wedge it up into her twitching, quivering cunt hole.
"My cunt isn't so little," Pat giggled; "it takes all of your eight inches and begs for more. You haven't hurt me yet"
"I distinctly remember hearing screams last night," Tom reminded her.
"But only when you tried to get that big club into my asshole with just spit and cunt juice for lubrication," Pat countered. "You certainly didn't hear any screams after we found the KY-Jelly--unless you count my screaming when you made me come. Isn't it funny, I used to think anal intercourse was so perverted and nasty, even thinking about it made me blush in shame and disgust. Now here I am not only calmly talking to you about ass-fucking, but actually taking all of your monstrous cock all the way in my asshole and loving every inch of it. Thomas Hayden, you have turned this once innocent girl into a perverted whore."
"As long as you're just perverted and whorish for me alone, you've got a devoted love slave for the rest of our lives," Tom assured her. "You know the old saying, 'a perfect wife is a lady in the parlor, a housewife in the kitchen, and a whore in bed.' I intend to see how much whore you can be, and if you don't keep me turned on, I'll trade you in for a different model."
"If that's all it takes to keep you, I've got it made in the shade," Pat laughed, turning, leaping up to wrap both arms around his neck, and her young, strong legs around his waist.
She held her breath and concentrated on his tongue sliding toward her throat, as she felt his big hand guiding his feverish cock into her waiting, passion-wet cunt. She sank down on it with a moaning sigh of pleasure. It always felt so good going in that she didn't know how she would be able to stand the goodness that got better and better the longer and harder he pounded his joy stick into her insatiable sheath.
As he walked with her the few remaining yards to the blanket, she savored the spine-tingling thrill of his cock filling her hot, juicy pussy to bursting. As he dropped to his knees, still holding her aloft, still impaling her on the flaming spear of his up-fucking cock, she flattened her tits against his chest, rolled her belly against his, and began rising and falling on the source of her pleasure so wildly he could no longer keep up.
Falling forward with her legs still locked around his back, and his cock still bouncing off her womb with every punishing, pleasure-filled stroke, he braced himself on elbows and knees and shot the root to her as though his ass were motor driven. He was proud of his overly long cock, glad that it was so long, that no matter how wildly she bucked and wiggled beneath him, no matter what intricate, complicated movements they both made, he never lost contact, his cock never slipped out of her. The heat, wetness, and tightness of her popping, squirting, savagely gripping hole was always wrapped tightly around some portion of his cock, taking all that her up-thrusting and his down-pounding gyrations could bring into play.
"Ohhh darling, fuck me-fuck meee!" Pat pleaded wildly. "It's soooo good, your big, sweet, pounding cock is soooo good. I'm ready to comeshoot it to me harder now-come with me pleeeease. Let's come together, baby, come with meeeeeeeeeel"
"It's almost there, darling!" he cried; "work with me, pitch that sweet, hot pussy to me harder-yes-yes-yesssss-here it comesssssss!"
And they were so absorbed in the pleasure they were giving each other, so wrapped up in the thrill of their simultaneous orgasm, that they didn't notice the deeper shadows that fell on their twisting, grinding bodies in the dappled shade of the walnut trees. They didn't hear the grass-muffled steps or the heavy, lust-charged breathing of the six men who stole out of the cabin to stand in a circle around them.
Slim leaned down, swung from way behind his head, and knocked Tom unconscious with one blow of a stubby, leaded blackjack. He didn't know if he would be forced to knock Pat out also, until he looked down and saw that the decision had been made for him. She had fainted.
The seamen worked swiftly and efficiently. The knots they tied in the nylon cords they used to bound their victims were designed so that the more they struggled the tighter the knots became. The gags they devised to stuff and bound their mouths allowed no more than muffled grunts and whimpers to escape their throats. The blindfolds didn't let in even a hint of light, and sight was impossible.
They tossed Tom into a walk-in closet. They tied Pat, spread-eagled, on Carl and Betty's big, double bed. Her ankles were secured to the foot posts, her wrists were firmly tied to the head posts, and a thick, soft pillow was bunched under her ass, giving easy access and unrestricted entry into her pulled open, high-standing cunt
"Okay," Pat heard Slim say to the others, "she's coming around now, so I guess we can get started. Remember my instructions, no rough stuff, no pushing and shoving. We've got a good deal here, and the first sonofabitch who tries to fuck it up is in a whole heap o' trouble. We got food, booze, records, and air-conditioned comfort. Not only that, but we got a hot, sweet, lil unresistin' cunt there for all of our pleasure.
"Just remember that she's got to have a cock in her the whole time that we're up here on this five-day, all expenses paid, luxury vacation, so don't try to fuck yourselves to death the first couple of go-rounds-stretch it out, 'cause we've all got a whole heap o' fuckin' to do, and I don't want no ass draggin' later on. Any questions?"
None of the five naked men seemed to have any questions. They were all standing around the bed, drooling down at the prettiest girl and the most enticing, exciting cunt that any of them had ever been this close to.
"Okay, we already drew straws for the order of the first round," Slim went on. "Chuck goes first, then Melvin, then me. Fred follows me, then Jack; and Claude, you bring up the rear. Ain't no use in the rest of us standin' around watchin' and gettin' all worked up, so let's go back out in the livin' room and play poker or somethin'."
All of Pat's muscles tensed and she jerked so hard on the bonds holding her wrists and ankles that the resulting pain in her joints caused her to almost faint again. She was sure that no pain could be as excruciating until she felt a heavily breathing man lean over her, reach down to spread her cunt lips with his thick, insensitive fingers, and shove a cock that felt like a sawed-off baseball bat deep into her fear-paralyzed woman hole.
"Ain't no use to fight it," the man growled into her ear, "you got ta take it, so you might as well relax and enjoy it."
Pat thought Tom's cock was big, but this thing inside her now, almost splitting her asunder, seemed twice as big, twice as hard, and it hurt so badly she wished that she could faint, prayed that she could die.
As the man began to pound away in earnest, the pain lessened only because she was growing used to it, not because it was no longer there. Her arms and legs were already numb from lack of circulation and had no feeling in them at all. At first this pain had countered the pain in her cunt, but now she had only one pain to contend with, and it was much too much for her. With a muffled groan behind her gag, she mercifully fainted again.
When Pat came to much later, her mind was so jumbled and confused that moments passed before she realized that she was no longer being raped, that the painful cords binding her wrists had been loosened, her legs were free, and somebody was briskly massaging her swollen, blue ankles.
"Don't fight me," Slim said to her from the foot of the bed; "you're lucky I was next in line. Your circulation was cut off completely and you might have died. You look like a sensible girl, so I tell ya what I'm gonna do-I'm gonna take away your blindfold and gag, and leave your legs free. You give me any shit, though, you try to scream or fight any of us, and it's gonna to be harder on you than it was at first."
"Where is Tommy? What have you done to him?" Pat asked feebly, once her mouth was free, and she could speak again.
"Your boyfriend's all right," Slim answered. "We got him untied-all but his wrists, too. He ain't gonna get hurt, as long as he don't start no shit."
"Who are you, why are you doing this to me--why, why?" Pat cried softly.
"We're scientists," Slim joked dryly, "conductin' research to see how much cock one cunt can take without bustin' wide open. You're our guinea pig. You just stop talking now, 'cause we ain't here for conversation. We're here for what educated folks call sexual congress. Them other two dudes said your pussy is about the hottest, tightest thing that ever said 'good mornin' to a slop jar, so leave me be, while I verify that."
Slim scrubbed Pat's gism-oozing cunt dry with a damp washcloth, and she stiffened as he gently shoved his eight-inch cock into her. It was the same size as Tom's, and though her vaginal tissues were sore and swollen from the ordeal she had already gone through, the relief of this familiar, manageable-sized cock was such a relief that she relaxed in spite of herself, and her greedy, mindlessly hot and horny cunt began to lubricate freely, cling and suck on its own volition, and without realizing what she was doing, she began fucking Slim back.
"Them sons of bitches wasn't lyin' a taste," Slim groaned; "goddamn, girl, you got a pee hole hung on you that would make a preacher cuss. Ain't no pussy got no business bein' this good, and you got movements like a filly colt with a burr under her saddle. Ease up-don't make me come yet, I wanna enjoy this sweet shit for awhile."
But Pat was not about to ease up. Suddenly it was clear to her exactly what she had to do. She would play along with them, pretend that she couldn't get enough of their cocks. She would laugh and joke with them, suck them off, compliment and flatter them as though they were giving her the time of her life. She would persuade them to let Tommy go, then find a way to escape when they were unawares. This was their only chance, and she planned to play it to the hilt.
"Ohhh shit," she panted hotly, swiveling her ass up to meet Slim's thrusts with such force that he had to hold on for dear life, "how the hell do you expect me to keep quiet with your sweet fucking cock driving me crazy? I can't ease up-your cock is too good. Fuck me, you big, handsome, long-dicked mother-fucker--ohhh fuck me, fuck me, make me cornel"
Til be a sonofabitch," Slim said to himself, no longer trying to fight the orgasm that was erupting in his nutsack; "of Pete wasn't lyin' a taste. This is the hottest, horniest lil bitch I ever had the good fortune of gettin' my dick into. Looks like we're in for a fuckin' five days, the likes o' which the world ain't never seen!"