Chapter 11

"God damn son of a bitch motherfuckers. God damn son of a bitch motherfuckers," Ted muttered. The barrel of the shotgun cut two twelve-bore circles into the palm of his right hand. The big blond hulk looked three days overdue at the morgue. He'd had to rig his quiver as a sling for his left wrist, tying his hand and elbow to the stiff tube with strips of his shirt. The shirt itself, what was left of it, dangled from his belt and now and again he'd lean against a tree, taking the weight off his sprained right ankle and mop the sweat off his face.

His shotgun was serving as a crutch and the unstrung hunting bow over his shoulder galled the shallow cut on his back. One eye was puffed almost shut and his head and ankle throbbed from the last fall he'd taken. Ted heard a chittering call behind him and he turned. The propped-up shotgun fell to the ground. A grey-brown squirrel sat on a boulder five feet away and looked at the tattered specimen in front of him, cocking his head impishly. The squirrel chittered again and a second furry body joined him.

"GET OUTTA HERE, YOU LITTLE ... assholes," Ted shouted, his voice fading. The effort of shouting hurt his ribs. He groaned as he leaned down to pick up his shotgun-crutch. Ted rested his left shoulder against the scaly bark of the tree and reached with his right hand. Juggling, all but falling flat, he got the double-barrel in his fist again and levered himself upright. He started hobbling down the trail again, emphasizing a syllable in his chant every time his injured foot bore his weight and the blue-steel barrels gouged at his hand. "God damn son of a bitch motherfuckers! God damn son of a bitch motherfuckers," Ted groaned. He measured the water in his canteen at two ounces or less by the sound of the empty sloshes. "Bitch! ... Bitch!...." Ted turned his head. The slope to the stream was still too steep for him to hobble down. "BITCH! ... bitch ... sonofabitch."

Nanci looked at her daughter, huddled on a flat, sun-warmed rock beside the pool. Johnny's uniform shirt, draped across her shoulders, reached down far enough to hide the shapely curve of the little girl's bottom, but the creamy, pink tipped mounds of her breasts peeked out the unbuttoned front. The three scouts were washing in the pool while Nanci talked with her daughter.

"Terri, poor darling, you don't have to compete with me," she said. Nanci slid a hand across the rock and touched Terri's thigh. "If I'd known that you'd seen me with the boys ... No, I can't say I'd've asked you to join us, but," she paused, "I can't be angry with you for imitating me."

Terri looked sideways at Nanci, then started picking at her toes. "They're a lot closer to my age than yours," she said, sneaking another glance.

Nanci blushed. "I know, honey, but ... your father and I never had as much fun as...." Nanci looked at the three splashing, naked boys romping in the pool. She tried another tack.

"Baby, I don't know if you're ready to understand this or not," Nanci began, "but no matter how much men talk about sex, women are better at it. If we start coming, we can keep going until they're totally worn out." Nanci looked away, speaking more softly. "Sometimes, after your father and I would make love, I wished there were three or four more of him. When I really get aroused, I don't want to stop ... not for anything. I guess I shouldn't have taken advantage of Johnny and Paul and Billy, but ... they are sexy, in a strange way." Nanci looked into Terri's sober face and smiled conspiratorially. "Don't tell them I said so, but their bodies are really pretty."

Terri looked at the boys, then at her mother, then at the boys again. "Yeah, I guess they are." She examined her feet again. "You're not mad at me, then?"

"Not madder than I am at myself," Nanci told her. "Actually, it's a good thing you ... made love with them. If it had just been me, we couldn't have any way to be sure they wouldn't talk about it to their friends. You know what would happen if Ted found out." Terri nodded. "Now they know they can all go to the county ranch for molesting you ... they won't dare say anything."

Terri slid her feet out in front of her. She leaned back on her arms and the shirt fell away. The short, crisp little curls of her pussy hairs had dried while the two females talked. Terri soaked up the sunshine, enjoying the way it felt on her breasts, her belly and the pale, secretive band where she'd stifled her pussy in bikinis for so long. "I feel pretty good now, Mom. Thank you." She lay back full length and stretched. "Darn. I guess I'd better get dressed before Daddy comes back." Terri stood up, naked as the day she was born, but a thousand times sexier.

Nanci smiled approvingly at her short, compactly curvy daughter. "Stick around, Terri. I have to bathe, too. We can all go back together." Nanci shed her halter top and shorts and waded toward the scouts.

Leroy had walked spraddle-legged down the trail until he was sure he was out of Ted's sight. He stripped off his pants and undershorts and tried to wipe the evidence of his terror away with dead leaves. It was hopeless. He wound up burying the shorts and going to the creek to wash the stain off his ass.

The minister's son was unused to the novelty of having his cock swinging free in his pants. He jogged down the trail fifty steps walking, fifty steps running, with a constant low-grade erection. His prick didn't quite stiffen enough to stand, but it felt thick and heavy as it bounced against his thigh. He hurried in Scout Pace, counting every step, on his way to get help for Mister Flannigan. That uneasy feeling of tingling sexual excitement would have to wait until Ted was rescued, though. Leroy was trustworthy, especially in a crisis like this one.

Only a little further ... another quarter-mile, he told himself. Leroy put on a little extra speed, throwing the rule by the wayside. He broke free of the brush and spotted the little punchbowl. A movement to his right caught his eye. Leroy's head snapped to where Terri was stepping up from the stream's eroded channel. His jaw dropped. He stopped dead.

"Where's Daddy?" Terri shouted. She ran toward Leroy, the casually draped shirt flying off her shoulders. "Where is he? Is he all right?"

Nanci heard Terri's shout. Not stopping even to wipe water off her skin, she left the pool, three naked teenagers right behind her. Her lush bosom joggled erotically as she scrambled up to the edge of the punchbowl.

Leroy looked around him. Had the whole world gone crazy? His prick jerked from semi-limp to full erection in three thudding heartbeats. "He ... he sent me ahead," Leroy stammered, his head going from one nude female to the other. "He's about four miles up the trail." Leroy started backing away. This can't be happening! Are they on dope? The frantic activity of the naked bodies scared him.

Nanci watched him, all but reading Leroy's mind. She saw the shift of a long lump in his pants, a lump that went from diagonally down to almost straight up in seconds. "Johnny, Billy! Grab him!"

The two larger scouts jumped to, taking Leroy by the arms. "Hold him down," Terri piped. She grabbed his belt and started undoing his pants. A savage, lusty glee filled her, making the lips of her pussy puff out and lubricate quick as lightning.

Nanci stood behind her daughter, watching. "Yes, that's good," she said. Leroy kicked, trying to struggle loose. Paul grabbed his feet without urging and sat on his ankles. The dark-haired boy worked Leroy's shoes off, then stood while Terri stripped the uniform pants down.

The blond fuzz around the base of Leroy's spike was matted down with sweat. His whole body glistened with the strain of struggling against five pairs of hands. Nanci bent over him, rubbing her boobs against his face while she unbuttoned his shirt. Leroy's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water.

The other boys all had erections from watching the attack of the two females. Seeing the way Terri delicately lipped the head of Leroy's cock and the sensuous sway of Nanci's lusty tits across his face made even Paul's ass-chafed cock come alive again.

"Can I, Mom?" Terri asked, straddling Leroy's hips. She had already fingered her pussy lips open and one hand gripped the middle of his shaft, milking slowly up and down.

"Of course, dear," Nanci answered. She trapped Leroy's twisting head between her knees as she watched Terri settle onto the rigid bar of Leroy's prick.

Terri's mouth opened wide as she circled her pussy around on the paralyzed boy's cock. Terri's pussy was gushing cream, not enough to make it a single simple slide down onto the organ, but enough to grease the knob well. She moaned with pleasure as the wide ridge of Leroy's cockhead entered and Terri shook her hips. She lowered her ass toward his thighs.

"God, this feels nice," Terri cooed. "Don't let him move, guys ... don't let him move an inch." She rotated her cunny, clasping his knob with the strong, tight sphincter of her cunt mouth. Terri's pussy-sleeve wound around and around on Leroy's prick, rubbing all the sensuous nerves of the hidden folds across the ridge, slithering like a fistful of warm grease.

More and more of Leroy's cock disappeared as Terri slipped down. She took her hand away from his shaft and looked at her mother. Her eyes were bright and she nodded.

Nanci knew exactly what her daughter meant. She moved forward, pinning Leroy's arms with her knees. The musky, dripping-dark center of her pussy descended toward the boy's face. "Kiss it," she said. "Run your tongue up and down my wet pink cunt." Nanci felt the tip of his nose against her rectum and she swirled her hips like a swizzle stick.

Leroy didn't have any choice, any choice at all. He reached tentatively up with his tongue, tasting the flat, perfumy juice that lined the red trough of Nanci's cunt. The glove-like sensation around his cock made him pant for air, but Leroy tongued upward anyway, afraid that the oily trap above his face would smother him if he didn't do as she said.

"Ohhh, yessss," Nanci cooed. "Yes, run your tongue all along there. Don't stop, Leroy ... slip it into my hole." Nanci moved her ass involuntarily from side to side. "Yeah ... now along the middle. Feel that little bump at the top? Kiss, honey, kiss it!" Nanci felt Leroy's lips lock around the buzzing stub of her clitty and a gusher of cunt cream flowed from her vagina.

Terri was finally down all the way, with the hard arch of Leroy's pubic bone mashing sensation into her clitty. Her fingers splayed out on his belly. Terri began moving back and forth, back and forth, rubbing the mashed-down slices of her soaked cunt lips around the base of his prick.

Leroy stopped struggling. His ass began to move in time to the steamy-wet motions of Terri's cunt around his cock. He arched, shoving more prick up into her, then settled back. The warm, meaty sensation of his cockhead gliding in her cunt made a buzzing feeling start at the back of his balls.

The glistening, juicy sweetness of Nanci's cunt on his face made him want to dive clear up into that slippery, delicious hole. His tongue roved and swiveled, seeking more of the cuntal honey, then returned to the slick little button that made her pussy mouth clamp down on his nose. Leroy began to enjoy the taste, the lewd, slippery feeling, the rich, heavy aroma. Billy and Johnny released his arms and Leroy gripped Nanci's thighs, pulling her cunt smotheringly close to his face. He nuzzled and burrowed, grinding his chin against Nanci's pubic bone and forcing his cheekbones into the marvelous yielding softness of her asscheeks.

Nanci felt the shivers along her spine accelerating. She stared at her daughter, both of them wide-eyed and slack-jawed with the heat in their pussies. She reached for Billy. "Baby, baby ... there're three cocks going to waste!" she moaned. With a suggestive lick, she invited Billy to bring his prick close to her face. Nanci put her hands on his ass and lipped the head of his prick.

Billy straddled Leroy's shoulders and Nanci's outspread thighs. He stood in front of her, feeding his red-bushed cock into the warm, wet suction of her mouth. He let a moan escape his throat as her tongue wiped rapidly along the slit at the end of his cockhead and Billy started pumping his prick into the delicious moistness of her suctioning mouth.

Nanci gargled around his cock, swallowing at the head, trying to urge him to come. The tongue that kept lashing at her clitty and invading her cunt hole made her bounce lustily up and down. She knew she would start any second and she needed the taste of whatever come the boy's balls had left.

Terri bobbed up and down on Leroy's prick, delighting in the way he'd finally caught on. The cock in her belly swirled, rising and falling, soaring high and deep, the pulling back to swivel in again. It was like Leroy had wings on his balls, wings that made his prick cavort in her cunt like a hawk sliding through the clear mountain air. Terri gasped, "Paul ... Paul!" She looked up and Paul stood in front of her, Johnny right beside him. The patrol leader looked left out. The flames starting around her clitty made Terri snap to a decision.

"Johnny ... fuck my ass! Paul ... I never got to suck you ... you never had a blow job!" Terri leaned forward and Paul stepped between Billy's ass and Terri's mouth. The hooded head of his cock peeked at her, a drop of lube gathering in the slit at the tip. She raised a hand to his crotch and gripped the base of the shaft. With a downward tug, she slipped his foreskin back, then Terri absorbed his prick into her mouth.

It was almost too much for her. Terri had to fight to bear down as Johnny stepped behind her. He knelt and she leaned further forward. Strong fingers pried at her asscheeks and a cockhead pressed at the base of her rectum. She unswallowed Paul's prick long enough to groan, "Higher! Move it higher!"

Terri felt the splitting strain in her asshole again as the head of Johnny's ungreased cock slipped past the tight ring. An unholy fire lit, blazing all through her crotch. Johnny reamed deeper, corkscrewing into her ass. Terri thought she would die from sheer pleasure. Two cocks were moving inside her, separated by only the thinnest of membranes. She pressed down and Johnny's belly touched her back. His arms went around to her chest, a hand crossing to each titty. Terri grabbed Paul's cock and gobbled it into her mouth.

The incredible sensuality of having three cocks at once made Terri crazy. The first long, rippling wave of an orgasm started, but she stifled it. She clacked her taut muscles, moving up and down, sucking harder, sweating like a marathon runner. She slipped her tongue under Paul's foreskin, digging the tip down to where the fold reflected back up to his cockhead. With a lusty suck, she felt the conical tip swell larger in her mouth. Terri groaned.

Johnny's cock matched the pumping rhythm of Leroy's prick, one sliding deeper, the other sliding out. Terri's crotch felt like a see-saw, rocking back and forth around the heat of two rigid masses of boycock. She squirmed and struggled, wringing every bit of blazing pleasure from the organs. Her asshole was on fire, but on fire with lust. Her cunt was clamping, releasing, clamping again and the spasming actions spread to her asshole. Terri gargled around Paul's cock, the note rising and falling like a slide whistle.

Paul's cock was a frantic joy to suck, with the extra fold of slippery skin responding wildly to every touch of Terri's tongue. She bathed the head in saliva, loving the way the spongy knob swelled with every suck and trembled with each lascivious swipe of her tongue. Terri slid one hand down his asscheeks and dandled his balls.

The meaty eggs were a perfect handful. Terri's lusty fever rose in leaps and spurts when she rolled both nuts in her palm. The sweaty, lusty nakedness of his sac made the rolling balls inside seem more alive. Terri wished there were a way she could suck his whole unit in, cock, balls, sac and all. The thought of feeling that joyous, decadent rolling around her tongue and the long, hard thrusts deep in her throat drove her crazy.

Just as the bouncing, straining cock in her pussy did. Leroy was really throwing himself into fucking now, bucking hard enough that Terri's cunt lips felt bruised. She loved the way his cockhead thudded past her womb, shoving more sensation into her crotch. Terri tightened harder. Her clitty shot delightful, incredible sparks along all her nerves.

And Johnny's cock reamed on, pile-driving into her asshole. The little girl felt him speed up, matching the frantic up-hunching motions of Leroy's prick. Now both cocks pounded up into her at the same time, filling her belly so full she could have choked. When they reached the top of the strokes, distending her ass, stretching her cunt to new depths, they would suddenly stop and with a sucking that made her feel empty clear to her throat, both cocks would slide back out.

The ridges of both cockheads bumped against each other, making the thin wall between her spasming holes flutter. The intensity of her come bursts increased. Terri felt Johnny and Leroy stiffen. Her whole body tightened and relaxed in the abandoned rhythm of her come and Terri felt nothing around her but cocks and sweat and the taut muscles of male bodies. The hand on Paul's balls moved around, capturing the base of the shaft and Terri jacked furiously.

Stiff, stiff, stiffer, three cocks pounded in and out of all her holes. Terri's brain was blazing. She knew that they would come, come as hard as her writhing, sweat-slick body could take. She groaned around Paul's prick.

The cock in her mouth pounded deeper. A tiny fragment, the only sane part of Terri's mind, told her that Billy's hunching hips must have driven Paul's ass toward her. Terri heard her mother's cock-muffled moans and the grunts of all four boys. The tangled knot of arms and legs and cocks and mouths and assholes was dripping with gallons of sweat, quarts of spit and rivers of cunt juice. Terri dug her hand into Paul's ass. She let go of his prickshaft and jammed a finger up the boy's asshole. Terri thrust high inside, digging her fingertip against a walnut-hard lump inside and a spurt of come blasted against her throat.

Leroy bucked high and Johnny's prick drove her forward. Terri gulped the first shot of Paul's come down, then the second hit. A thrill as sharp as a razor blade sliced across her womb, then the bludgeoning head of Leroy's cock followed it. Johnny pumped semen into her asshole.

Thrusting, bucking, swiveling like a madwoman, Terri took all the jizz she could hold. Trails of spunk flooded out of her jammed-full crotch. Leroy's thighs slid under hers, buttered by the thick heat of spilled sperm. Johnny's cock slid friction-free in her asshole, greased by the overflow of his draining balls. A spurt of Paul's jizz leaked from her mouth.

Terri gave up swallowing. Her spine had melted from the sheer cunty overload of her nerves. She let the cocks and hands and legs that tangled around and in her drive her back and forth. Her whole body felt as slippery as her cunt, as hot as the ring of her asshole and as puckered as the tissues of her mouth. She let go, spinning into a cloud of electric sensation. She smelled cocks, tasted cocks, heard the squishing, sloshing sounds of cockheads pumping more and more seed into her and her mind went away.

Ted staggered. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to send Leroy on ahead. At least the boy could have brought him water. The trees around him seemed to bend. Spots in Ted's vision blotted things out.

Of course some of the trail looked strange ... Ted remembered cutting off of it, slipping through denser brush as the troop had come up the mountainside. Every time he thought he recognized a section, it changed. He chuckled breathily. "That's why-those loony saints-had visions! Goofy bastards ... wanderin' around in the desert! No water ... no sleep ... no food!" He shook his head to clear the film of chromatic greens and blues from his vision. He caught himself just as he began to topple, digging the muzzle of the shotgun into the dirt.

"Clog the barrels but ... my fuckin' hand don't hurt as bad," he reminded himself. The spongy pad on the butt was slippery with sweat and the blood that seeped from the circular cuts on his palm. Ted tucked his wounded arm closer to his chest and stumbled further. The trees seemed to be ending. "Noises ... more fuckin' hallucinations." Ted slogged on, a foot at a time, levering the clogged barrels of the gun into the dirt. "That's the kind ... I can dig ... Fuckin' orgy sounds. Wonder why Nanci never ... went to them parties with me."

Ted stepped between two trees. Were those the tents, or another fatigued image of his brain? He blinked his good eye, wincing at the pain that shot through his forehead. His neck bobbled and he saw the source of the sounds. Ted's eye closed, then opened again. Six naked bodies, hunching, writhing, twined together in a pile that gleamed with sweat. He imagined a whiff of cunt juice and the heavier, dustier smell of semen. I died and gone to heaven, Ted thought. He let the shotgun go and crumped on the ground.

The clean green door opened and Nanci looked in. "Ted? Are you awake, honey?" She opened it further and stepped in, Terri following right behind her.

Ted tried to sit up, then remembered the electric control. He pushed a button and the hospital bed raised his shoulders and knees. "Ohhh, I feel like sh ... hell," he said. "How long have I been here?"

Terri and Nanci stood beside the bed. Nanci spoke first. "Two days. I don't see how you walked all that way with your ankle broken ... and the fever from that infected scratch."

Terri spoke up. "Yeah, Daddy ... we didn't think you'd make it when we carried you to the truck. It took all of us to lift you down that first hill."

Ted stared off at the wall. "Two days ... two days." He turned to Nanci again. "Are all the boys okay? I don't know what I'd do if any of them got hurt."

Terri answered for her mother. "Oh, they're all fine. We took them home yesterday. After we got you here, Mom and I went back to the campsite to bring the rest of the stuff out ... they were a big help." She smiled wide at the memory.

"They're a good bunch," Ted sighed. "I've been thinking about that bear cub. I wish the guy that set that trap were here instead of me."

Nanci looked concerned. "You mean you don't want to go hunting anymore?"

"Nope, no more." Ted leaned back. "I can't quit the troop, of course ... I'm committed to helpin' 'em out. I might go camping now and then...." his voice faded, "when I get out of this bed."

Nanci leaned over and kissed Ted on the forehead. "We'll come, too, honey. Those kids can be a handful."

Terri restrained her grin. "Next time, can we take the whole troop?" Ted nodded and a tiny trickle of cream dotted Terri's panties. "We love you, Daddy."