Chapter 7
Richard had never been so happy in his entire life. The weather up in the mountains was absolutely perfect for camping out. A slight breeze constantly blew in from the lake, and there were plenty of fish to be caught. One day he even caught a big turtle and cooked it in a pot.
Of course, the reason that he was so happy was the company that he was keeping. The girl that he had given a lift on the highway, turned out to be absolutely charming. Richard found that he was falling in love with her, as the days went on.
"It's true," he said one morning, his hands around her naked breasts. "I really find you irresistible. I don't think that I'll ever be able to leave you."
"Why should you leave me?" asked Gretchen. "Why can't we stay together?"
"You want to get married?" asked Richard.
"Not necessarily," replied Gretchen. "We don't have to get married. Why don't we just live together. Getting married is much too permanent for me."
"That would mean that I would have to quit the Daredevils," said Richard. "I don't know whether or not I have the courage to drop away from them. They've been my whole life, all these years. They've taken care of me and they've made me their leader."
The two of them had often gotten into discussions about the gang. Gretchen had been horrified by the stories of violence and rape and mindless destruction. She couldn't understand why Richard would want to belong to such a terrible organization. She simply couldn't understand why he would want to associate with such deviates as Willie the Weasel, or Robert the Whale or the Philadelphia Kid.
"You're good," said Gretchen. "You're basically good. You're a fine, honest person. You don't need those bastards to fuck up your life."
"But they're my brothers," replied Richard. "How can I make you understand that they're my brothers, and I know that I can always count on them, come rain or shine."
"But they're crazy," said Gretchen. "They all belong in mental institutions. What was the story that you were telling me about this girl Pricilla?"
"She was a bitch," said Richard. "She got what was coming to her."
"Didn't you have any feelings for her?" asked Gretchen. "She must have meant something to you at one time or another. How could you have allowed the gang to torture her and then rape her?"
"She had it coming to her," replied Richard. "You want me to tell you how it all happened?"
"Sure . . . "
"Well, this girl Pricilla lived down the block from our gang headquarters. She started walking by and she would rank out all of the members. She would call them freaks and queers and all kinds of other shit. We didn't answer her, even though Willie was ready to kill her. He wanted to grab her and cut off her clitoris. He would have done it, if I hadn't stopped him. He's a very impulsive person."
"He's also pretty crazy," said Gretchen. "The stories that you told me about him, absolutely horrify me. He's a dangerous person."
"It could be," nodded Richard. "But he's all right, if no one gets on his nerves. The thing that was wrong with this bitch Pricilla was that she was always getting on his nerves. She went to the university, and she came from a nice home and she looked real pretty, with long, loose blonde hair. She thought that we were a bunch of fools, and she thought that she was as cool as shit."
"But you didn't have to torture her." said Gretchen.
"Baby, she's the one who started it," replied Richard. "You have to remember one thing. She's the one who came to me. I was sitting all by myself on the stoop, drinking a can of beer, when she sort of bounced over, heaving her boobs into my face. She asked me if she could sit down. Then she started to rub her body all over me. I mean, she was pressing her thighs against my legs, and she was pushing her breasts into my shoulders, and she was blowing into my ear. It was really unbelievable."
"So what happened?" asked Gretchen.
"What do you mean?" replied Richard. "I ended up inviting her into the clubhouse."
"Did she go?" asked Gretchen.
"You bet," replied Richard. "She was as pleased as punch that we invited her inside. She was rubbing her tits all over me and she was massaging my balls with her fingers. She didn't waste any time. She wanted me to fuck her, and I did. I took her to the bedroom, and I unbuckled my zipper, and she pulled down her panties and we made sweet, sweet love. The sparks were really flying between us. That bitch was really well built. She had the softest cunt in the world."
"Was her cunt softer than mine?" asked Gretchen.
"Don't get jealous, baby," laughed Richard. "You've got something that shell never get in a million years."
"What's that?" asked Gretchen.
"You've got integrity," replied Richard. "Believe me, a girl's appearance isn't the most important thing in the world. If she hasn't got integrity, then she's a bitch. If she hasn't got integrity, then she's just a hole."
"What's integrity?" asked Gretchen curiously, although she was pleased as punch that Richard thought that she had it.
"Well," she repeated. "What's integrity?"
"It's hard to define," replied Richard. "It's a very hard thing to define. If a person has it then that person radiates it. Integrity is when someone has suffered. Integrity is when someone tries to be truthful and honest about what he's doing. Pricilla didn't have integrity, because even while I was fucking her, she was thinking about something else."
"What?"
"I'm not exactly sure," said Richard. "I guess she was thinking about a way that she could trap me. That was on her mind all the time. She was out to get me, and eventually, I suppose that she did succeed. She pulled the wool over my eyes, and I was as foolish as a newborn babe."
"So what happened, after you fucked her?" asked Gretchen.
"She became my girl," replied Richard. "The other members in the gang didn't want to admit her. Willie said that she would cause trouble. I didn't believe him. I figured that I could trust her. But I was wrong. She was a nice little girl for a couple of weeks. She moved into the clubhouse, and she started to sleep with me. She gave a real mean fuck. When she got my cock into her cunt she would pull on it just like a beak. Sometimes I was afraid that she was going to chew me out, and leave me completely castrated."
"Did she try to castrate you?" asked Gretchen.
"Yes," replied Richard. "After a couple of weeks, she started to go back to her old habits. For instance she would constantly insult Willie. Whenever she had the opportunity, she used to call him names."
"Is that all?" asked Gretchen.
"No,, that's not all," replied Richard. "She did a lot of things. She was cheating behind my back. When I wasn't looking she would make a pass at some of the other gang members. She used to expose her breasts in front of them. She used to hike up her skirt and show them her cunt. She was a terrible exhibitionist. She wanted them to look at her. She enjoyed to watch them drool and dribble from their mouths." .
"How did you finally find out about all this?" asked Gretchen.
"It happened a couple of weeks ago," explained Richard. "I caught her in the garage, making a pass at Robert the Whale. The bitch was sitting in his lap. She had pulled down his zipper and she was holding his cock in her hands. It was the most disgusting thing that I ever did see. She was rubbing up his cock and she probably would have fucked him if I hadn't arrived on the scene."
"So you held a trial, and then you punished her," said Gretchen.
"Yes," said Richard. "That's exactly what we did. It turned out that she was trying to get the other members to throw me out of the club. She had made up lies that I was stealing club money and that I was a bad leader and shit like that"
"So you punished her?" asked Gretchen. "But the way you tortured her was inhuman."
"What was so inhuman?" asked Richard. "First we whipped her and then we gang banged her. She had it coming. She was asking for it. I say that a person should get what they ask for. It's only fair."
"But it sounds so horrible," cried Gretchen. "You beat her until she screamed."
'That's true," replied Richard. "We made her sit down on a chair. We made her spread open her legs. One guy held her from the back. He was fondling her breasts. Another guy bent over her and ate out her cunt. She enjoyed that. Pricilla just loved to get eaten. She had a very wet and a very juicy cunt. She would sometimes wet through her skirts when she was really excited by something."
"Did you guys piss on her?" asked Gretchen. "Did you piss into her mouth?"
"Yeah," laughed Richard. "One of the guys wanted to flush her head in the toilet bowl. But we didn't do that to her. We pissed all over her and we pushed her into the street completely naked. We let her run around like a chicken without a head. She was mad as hell. She was crying like a baby. I really hated her. The more I think about that bitch, the more I hate her."
"But why?" asked Gretchen.
"Because she tried to make a fool out of me," replied Richard. "She was making a fool out of me. I really loved her, and she was just laughing at me."
"I didn't know that," said Gretchen.
"Well, it's the truth," replied Richard. "I was falling deeply in love with her. I used to kiss her, and bring her presents and I was even thinking of marrying her at one time. But, as it turned out, she wanted to rub my face in shit.. She was fooling around with the other guys. She was laughing at me behind my back. I just couldn't take that. It got me angry as hell. I almost killed her."
"You poor baby," replied Gretchen. "You poor, poor baby."
She was only wearing a pair of panties. Her large, round breasts were completely exposed. She opened up the zipper to Richard's pants and she pulled out his cock, and she started to play with it, as though it was a toy.
"Hey, let's got for a swim," said Richard. "I'm tired of all this talking. It's getting me sick. Just thinking about the past makes me want to puke."
"All right," said Gretchen. "Let's go for a swim."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, rolling them across her creamy white thighs, past her calves and ankles. When she was naked, she looked absolutely magnificent. She had a round, delightful body. Her belly was soft and white. Her hips were very inviting. Her mound of Venus was tantalizing.
Richard licked his lips with his tongue, as he rolled off his trousers. He pulled off his jockey shorts, so that he was completely naked. He jumped into the water after Gretchen. The two of them swam around like little children, splashing, and playing frivolously. Richard circled his arms around Gretchen and he held her tightly. He cupped his palms around her soft, moist breasts and he squeezed them delightfully. He pinched her nipples and was quite pleased when they stiffened and hardened. Slowly his hands reached across her body. He inserted his finger into her belly button, and Gretchen started to scream with passionate excitement.
"Do you like that?" asked Richard.
"It feels great," replied Gretchen, her long red hair floating on top of the water.
"How would you like to fuck in the water?" asked Richard. "Have you ever done it in the water before?"
"No," replied Gretchen. "But I'm willing to try, if you are."
"You bet," laughed Richard. "I'm willing to try anything at least once."
He reached down with his fingers between Gretchen's legs. He started to rub her moist, meaty thighs with his palms. She cried with delight. She was shivering all over. Richard was pleased by her reaction. He could hear her moan and pant, as she closed her eyes."
"That's a good little girl," laughed Richard, as his finger reached up for the petals of her cunt. He grabbed hold of her soft, throbbing labia, and he massaged it very carefully and tenderly. He grasped her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and he applied an exhilarating friction to its surface.
"Oh shit," screamed Gretchen. Richard pushed his finger into her cunt. She spread her legs wide apart, as Richard moved toward her. Their bodies intertwined, as Richard drove his cock into her vagina. Because of the rushing water, he found it rather difficult to get inside. He kept driving into her, finally managing to make it into her hole. Gretchen closed her legs, just like a clam. She could feel his long, hard, throbbing phallus inside of her womb.
"That feels great," said Gretchen. "That's really great."
"It's different," laughed Richard. "I don't think that I've ever fucked anyone under water."
Their two bodies rolled and gyrated in the cool, glass-smooth lake. It didn't take Gretchen a long time to achieve her orgasm. The rushing water, combined with Richard's driving phallus, made her scream with delight.
"Oh shit," she gasped. "I can feel it. I can feel it."
Almost simultaneously, Richard achieved his own orgasm. His head began to revolve at a dizzy pace, his heart was pounding like a jackhammer. His balls began to tremble and to shiver. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
At that moment the sweet, white cream ejaculated from the tip of his penis. He unloaded himself inside of her cunt. The semen fired out in short, sharp machine gun bursts. They felt like bolts of electricity as they penetrated Gretchen's vagina.
Gretchen bit her tongue. She could feel wave after wave of liquid pleasure ripple across her body. She had experienced the sweet delights of release. She suddenly felt as though she was in another world.
"It was beautiful," she said. "It was simply beautiful."
The two lovers floated around in the water for awhile. In about half of an hour they climbed out, and sat down in the grass. The sky above, that afternoon, was clear and cloudless. The sun was nice and warm. A slight breeze stirred in the trees.
Gretchen leaned her head on Richard's shoulders. She liked the way his body felt next to her. It was warm and exciting and it gave her a sense of security.
"You know," she said. "I would be the happiest girl in the world if I could sit next to you like this forever."
"And I would be the happiest man in the world," said Richard. "If I could have you with me forever, then I wouldn't need anything else."