Chapter 9
Bob Allison stood between the two tents, the moonlight bathing his naked body in its faint glow. He wasn't sure just what to do. The only thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want to go back to Betty in his own tent. His cock wiggled with indecision like a divining rod. There was warm, willing ass in each tent, but both were occupied. He again experienced himself as the odd man out. But his cock knew nothing of mathematics, and its throbbing seemed to rattle all the way down to his aching balls. Having jerked off in the shadows hadn't eased the urgency of his need one whit.
He listened to the soft murmuring that came from both tents, and finally decided to try Rita and Jim. Surely they would have mercy on him, let him join the party. If only Betty had been a different person, this whole trip would have turned into an absolute orgy, he was sure. But she held him back, held them all back. Hell, what did he have to lose? He moved toward the tent flap.
"God, Rita, was that ever good. I could stay up here forever plunking your cunt, honey. Shit, why 'n hell did we wait so long to swap? Christ, to think we could have been fucking each other all this time."
"Don't get in a stew over it, Jimbo - we're fuckin' now, ain't we?"
"Right you are, Rita," he said and fell to licking her nipples and squeezing her full, ripe tits.
"Rita," came the voice from outside the tent. "Rita, that you in there?"
"Bobby," she said, "what're you doing out there?"
"I wasn't spying or anything, I just went on down the trail to take a piss, and I heard all the whoopee. Don't suppose I could come in out of the cold, do you?"
"Shit, Bobby, you got your own woman, why you want to come messing around here?" said Jim.
"Well, you wanna be that way, just forget it," said Bob. "Some friends I got."
"Hey, Bobby, come on back here. You are welcome, and you know it." She cast a mean look at Jim. "That attitude is uncalled for, Jimbo. There is more than enough woman here to go around, and don't you ever forget it. I won't have none of that exclusiveness among my friends, you hear."
"Shit, yeah, Rita - I just wasn't ready for old Bob to come bopping in the middle of the night."
"You sure it's okay," Bob said to Jim.
"Sure, long as Rita don't mind."
"I already told you," she said, sliding over on the foam rubber mat to make room for Bob. "Don't suppose Betty's up and around?"
"No, she's sleeping, I hope. If she ain't, she'll be pissed at me tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll bet she will. We're just gonna have to come up with some way to solve that girl's problem. Gimme time and I'll do it."
It was quiet for a moment. In the dim light Jim and Bob looked at one another's cock. Jim's long and thin, Bob's short and thick. Both were thinking it was too bad that they hadn't been able to balance a little of that cockmeat out.
"Now, since I've got both you lovelies here," said Rita reaching out to grasp each of their cocks, "I'm gonna have myself a grand old time. Rita's gonna fuck you both.
"At the same time?" said Jim.
"You bet your britches." She jacked each off lazily, milking them like cow tits.
"Shit, Rita, you do more to a cock with your hands than most women do with their cunts."
"Ain't you two the lucky ones, then."
"You can say that again," Bob said.
"Okay, Bobby, lay down in the middle here," she said, pulling him into the center of the double-zipped sleeping bag. "Down on your back," she instructed him. "That's it." She pushed him down, and straddled his hips.
"Now I got it," he said, reaching down to guide his thick cock up into her pussy.
"You sure do," she said, feeling the fat head splay the swollen lips of her cunt. "You got just about the fattest prick I ever saw, Bobby."
"And you got one fine cunt, Rita. Ain't never had my cock in a finer pussy. Sweetest pussy I ever fucked, hon."
"Why, thank you." She slid down onto his rigid prick slowly, her pussy walls flaring out and expanding as his thick cock probed up into her cunt. "God, Bobby, your prick is like a round iron that just flattens out my cunt wrinkles."
"Yeah, that may be, but I got a club here that ain't getting any use," said Jim.
"Just hold your horses, Jimbo. I got plans for you and your tool, but this thing has got to be done right, believe me."
"Shit, Rita, I forgot how really good you feel." He wiggled his ass and punched up into her a few times.
"Easy, Bobby," said Rita, "you gonna rupture me with that fire plug, you ain't careful."
"Sorry," he said, and stilled his hips, and lay there with his prick throbbing in the warmth of her tight pussy.
"Now you just turn that old boy on to slow for a while, you hear?" She moved up and down on his cock slowly, the juices of her cunt lubricating his shaft and making the going easier.
"Slow enough for you?" He fucked up slowly, felt the head of his cock push open the cunt walls as he went up, and felt them close again as he slowly withdrew. "Ah, shit, I love it, love it." He had to force himself from driving into her wet flesh and driving headlong toward the bright bubble of his own coming. Instead, he reached up and twisted the nipples of her huge tits and fucked slowly in and out of her hot cunt.
"Am I gonna sit here all night and watch you two fuck in the dark?"
"Christ, you are impatient, aren't you," said Rita.
"Well, what the fuck - you lead a man to the honey pot, and then you wonder why he wants to lick it out. I might as well whip my prick while you two get it on."
"Just cool it, Jimmy. I got plans for that spear of yours. I'm just about ready." She fucked into Bob a few times until she was sure that she was juiced up good.
"Okay," she said, pulling up off Bob's cock and sticking her ass up in the air. "Jimbo, sink that pole of yours into my hot box. Stick it in good and give me a few good licks." She wiggled her ass around as though centering the hairy target for him. In the dark it was not easy to see.
Jim managed to find the sopping mouth of her cunt. He sank the head into the hot flesh and inched up the slick channel.
"You mean we're gonna take turns, like this?" he asked.
"No, we are not gonna take turns," she said, exasperation finally edging her voice. "Just do like I asked you."
Jim fucked into her, his balls trailing along the underside of Bob's wet prick. This recognition sent a tingle through his prick and he shoved up into her fuck passage again, heavy balls dragging over the slippery width of Bob's pulsing cock.
"You got that thing good and wet?" she asked him.
"Feels like a small pond in there, Rita. Can't get much wetter."
"Good. Now pull out and let Bob get back in."
"Shit, start and stop, start and stop. Just like the fuckin' army."
Bob's stubby cock probed up through the hanging lips and into her cunt mouth, pushing wide her excited pussy once again. She could tell that all was going to be well.
"Okay, Jimmy, nice and slow - now, fuck me in the ass."
The night seemed to crackle with the electricity of the moment. Jim's cock was poised behind her. Bob's paused on an outward stroke. The breathing of the three rasped like bellows before the fire of their passion.
"In your ass, Rita? You mean your asshole?" Jim had to hold onto his cock so that it wouldn't lunge toward that puckered brown asshole on its own. But he couldn't believe that she was asking that of him.
"You ain't never done any ass fucking, I take it."
"Never knew a woman that wanted to talk about it, let alone do it. Shit, Rita, this is too much, too fuckin' much. I mean this is fantasy stuff, honey."
"Well, stop fantasizing and start fucking. My asshole ain't had its share of cock lately."
"Here goes," he said, and plugged his cockhead into the relaxed ring of her ass. The head lodged there, knob sunk to the rim.
"Go slow, Jimmy, slow." She moved her ass around in small circles, limbering up the back passage as much as she could. Once she got the large head up her, it would be fine. She pushed back against his stiff prick, and the muscles gave, opening her slick passage to the hot throbbing head.
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Tight! How the fuck He could feel his cock running slowly up the soft, wet slickness of her asshole, running up all the way, until his entire length was surrounded by an incredibly soft fire.
And then Bob banged up into her cunt, battering against Jim's cock, rubbing against it with only the frail tissue of her insides separating cock from cock. "God," said Bob, I can feel your cock, Jim. I can feel you fucking Rita's ass."
"Me too," he said. "Jesus, what a feeling." They managed to time their thrusts together, fucking in and out of her body at the same time.
"Oh, fuck, now you're doing it. Now you've got it." She bent over Bob and dug into his mouth with her tongue. She reached behind her as best she could and clutched Jim's ass. She wanted to encourage both of them, but she didn't have enough arms or tongues to go around. "Ooooooh, suck - good cock, such wonderful cock, filling up Rita's fuck holes." She moved against the twin pricks that powered into her fuck holes. "God, oh God, so much cock. Fuck me with your fine cocks - fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me."
Bob could feel Jim's balls slap against his own, their heaviness surprising him. They must be filled to overflowing with cum, dense with stored jism just waiting to explode. His own balls ached also, a happy ache that absorbed as much pleasure as pain, but aching nonetheless, and seeking release.
"Fuck her ass, Jimbo. Drive that skinny tool all the way up to her belly," he said.
"You too," Jim said, "fuck that hole until you drown her in cum, Bobby, fuck the shit out of her little or pussy."
"Yes, yes, fuck me - drive that spear through me, plug me up with that fat slab of cockmeat." She reached back and bounced both sets of balls with her eager hands.
"Oh, baby, you are stirring up the pudding now," Jim said, as he began to fuck harder into her ass - deeper - slapping his balls against Bob's."
"Oh, shit, yeah, do it, Jimbo. Fuck the shit out of her ass. Plow into her insides. Pump that hot load into her."
"I'm gonna do it, Bob. Rita, I'm gonna load up your insides with my cum. A gallon of it, honey. Flood your shitter with my cum, baby."
He drove into her ass, battered her, but she loved it. The pain eased and pleasure overwhelmed her. "Aaaaaaaa, aaah," she sighed as his cock pummeled her tender ass. "Fuck, oh, yes, fuck my ass, fuck me all over. I'm almost there - fuck me harder, Jimbo, ream out my shitter, baby, ream it out."
Bob got hotter and hotter just listening to them, and he too fucked up into her harder, faster, deeper. His rhythm matched the frantic ass fucking of Jim, and Rita screamed out, "YES, OH YES!" She heaved her body back against the mad plunges of the twin cocks, opened wider to take them even deeper, wanting to swallow them up, take them in-side herself.
"OH, FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK." Her head spun with the mounting of her passion, and she thrust her tits in-to Bob's chest, grinding against his matted muscles so that her nipples rolled around like fleshy marbles between them. The electricity jumped between her cunt and her nipples. "Oooooh . . . oooooh . . . I'm, I'm, I - "
"Fuck!" yelled Jim, the word exploding from his mouth just as his cum was exploding from his cock. It gushed out in powerful jets that creamed hot and thick into the moist insides of Rita's bowels. "Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," he grunted and pumped into her, slammed his roaring prick into her backside with utter abandon.
Rita melted into Jim's coming like twin flames of fire, "Oooooooo, shit, aaaaaaaah," she cried deep in her throat, and bucked and kicked like a wild animal, asshole tightening on Jim's cock so much that he shot another hot jet of cum.
Bob's cock reacted to the activity by blasting out its accumulated passion, cum gushing up Rita's cunt and splattering her pussy walls with a scalding wash of his thick essence. His hefty cock banged into her cunt with lightning-quick thrusts that tripped her second orgasm right on the heels of her first.
"Iiiiiieeeeeee," she screamed like a wounded animal, thrashing more wildly than before, wave after wave of hot excitement flooding over her. engulfing her, drowning her . . .
Betty lay still in the sleeping bag listening to the scream. It sounded as though someone were being killed, but she knew better than that. The tents were too close - she could hear everything. Her fingers were still sunk in her wet pussy and moved against her clit as she fumed. That bastard was out there with them. He hadn't gone to pee, and she knew it. Why had he gone over to their side against her? She was left alone now, and had to be strong. Had to do what was right. Her fingers still moved around her swollen clit. They were not connected to her brain, but moved on their own. They coaxed her to orgasm on their own. She couldn't be responsible for their actions, could she?
She wanted Bobby there beside her, asleep. She wanted none of this ever to have happened. She wanted it all to be the way it was before. But her own fingers whispered that that was never to be again.
She came with a quick gasp of breath and a sharp jolt that rattled her very bones.