Chapter 10
Sally and Rita left early that morning. They had volunteered to hike back to the cars and drive to the nearest town for some needed supplies. They hadn't planned their vacation very well, or else they had eaten more than usual. Betty thought something had been a little funny when they left, as though everyone knew something that she didn't. There was a lot more winking and ass patting than usual, she thought.
The three men had hung around camp most of the morning, but then Bob left in search of dead timber that could be chopped for the fire. Jim and Tex just sat around on the camp stools and chatted with Betty as she puttered. They seemed extremely friendly. Perhaps she had been wrong..
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get some sun," said Jim, as he pulled off his shirt. "Mind if I strip to my skivvies?" he asked Betty, who stood at the folding table washing some dishes.
She just shrugged, remembering the last time he had stripped off his pants. Her body reacted with ambivalence. A thrill shot through her as images of lis long cock bobbing up and down in front of her face flashed across her mind. At the same moment, the bottom of her stomach seemed to drop away and her heart lodged in her throat. There it pounded as fear gripped her. She tipped over the dish pan, flooding the table with soapy water. "Oh, damn!" she said, and stamped her foot.
"Okay?" he said, standing there in his pale blue boxers.
"Just clumsy, I guess." She began sopping up the water with a towel.
"Here," said Jim., getting another towel, "let me help you."
"Thanks, Jim, but you really don't have to." She was terribly aware of his closeness. She could smell him - his clean, fresh scent. She thought she could see his cock thicken slightly through the thin material of his shorts.
Tex had slipped off his own shirt and pants, standing there in his white, heart-spotted shorts. He asked, "Need any help, you two."
"Nope, think we've got it just about licked," he said, winking at Tex.
"Never can tell," he said.
Jim had brushed up against the wet table and his thin shorts were drenched. Betty could now see the clear outline of his growing cock. Her heart raced and she dropped the towel she had been wiping the table with.
"I don't know what's the matter with me today. I must have dropsy or something."
"Shit," said Jim. "Look what I've done now." He stood back displaying his wet shorts and his rising cock. "Well, if I'm going to get a tan, I might as well do it right." He reached down and shucked off his wet shorts.
Betty stood fixed to the earth, her eyes riveted on his half limp cock, knob purplish and swollen.
"Why don't you do the same?" he said to Tex. "No use being prudish about this, is there?"
"No, why not, Jim? A little sun on the old privates and all. Good to air the thing out now and then, don't you think?"
"Of course - don't you think so, Betty?"
"I ... I..." she stammered.
"Hey, why don't you get some sun, too. You are turning into a drudge around here. Time you had some fun too."
"Sure, Betty. Nobody around. You could tan up that olive skin like anything."
"I don't think so, guys. I mean, really . . ."She backed away and dried her hands on the tails of her plaid shirt.
"Ah, come on, Betty, just a little fun in the sun. You need to loosen up. You are too uptight, you know." He walked toward her, his cock almost hard, sticking out in front and up at an angle. Her eyes were still fixed upon it as she moved backward.
"Really, Jim. This isn't funny. I don't want to do this. Please don't make me." She continued to move away, but her fingers toyed with the bottom button of her shirt, fingered it nervously.
Tex came over and stood behind her. "Hell, Betty, a little sun would be good for you. You keep yourself cooped up too much."
"May be, guys, but I don't think sunning naked is the answer. I really don't." Her voice almost cracked.
"Shit, Tex, why don't you show her that there is nothing to it," said Jim.
"Hell, yeah, Betty, nothing to it at all." He jerked off his shorts, and Betty saw the enormous cock for the first time. It seemed to hang halfway to his knee and even though it was soft, it seemed thicker than even Bobby's.
"Oh, my God," she gasped in amazement, and stumbled into the dwindling pile of wood that Jim had chopped a few days before. She almost fell, but Jim grabbed her arm and held her.
"Come on, guys. Bobby's gonna be back any minute. This wouldn't look too good, you know."
"Thing is, Betty, we don't know how it looks," said Jim. "Why don't you just show us. We can have our own little game of show and tell. Tex and I have already shown. Now it's your turn. Let's get this off so we can get a better look at that compact little body, Betty. What do you say?"
Betty tried to pull back, but he held her tightly by the wrist. The wood pile was behind her and Tex beside her. Even if she broke free, she couldn't run. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and her stomach rolled. "Please, Jimmy, don't make me do this. I don't want to."
"Hell, sure you do, Betty. I just bet you been dying to do it ever since we been up here in this clean mountain air." He began to loosen the buttons of her shirt with his free hand. "You're just a little backward, huh?"
She shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I didn't want to - don't want to."
"Now, now, Betty, calm down. I saw the way you looked at my prick the other day, that dreamy look that came into your eye. You can't fool me, honey. Why, I bet you'd have taken that thing right into your beautiful mouth if I'd asked you."
She shook her head violently, her raven hair full of sunlight. Jim's fingers had freed all the buttons but one and her white bra flashed through the open flap of her shirt.
Above the fabric of her bra swelled the firm mounds of her tits, too large to be contained by the material. They rose in half moons with her buttery olive skin stretched deliciously within Jim's reach. He unfastened the last button and the sides of her plaid shirt fell away, exposing the fullness of her titties, the flatness of her smooth tummy, and the fantastic narrowness of her tiny waist. "Shit, Betty, why you try to hide all that. You should be proud of it. God, Tex, will you look at this body," he said, turning the top of the shirt down over her shoulders. He had let go of Betty's wrist, but she didn't try to run. He pulled the material down off her arms and let it fall behind her onto one of the logs he had chopped for the fire.
Tex moved around so that he could see her more fully. Her tits though not as large as Rita's, or even Sally's, were perfect, cupped and hugged by the tight bra, a bra designed to make them appear smaller than they were. Their pear shape was not completely distorted by their compression, though.
"Jesus," said Tex. "Ain't they beautiful little titties, Jim. Mouth watering, if you ask me."
"Please . . . please . . . please," she begged, but the look on her face suggested desire as much as fear.
"Why, of course, honey," said Tex, reaching out and unhooking the clasp of her bra. Jim pulled down one strap and Tex the other. They tugged together and the bra popped off her pointed tits, setting them jiggling.
"My God, just look at them." Jim reached out to touch the pointed tip of her right nipple. It perched pink and distended in the center of a large pink circle, the pinkish flesh contrasting with Betty's natural olive skin. The last few inches of her tits were smaller than the rest.
Jim's fingers brushed the rough smooth texture of her taut nipple, and Betty thought she would collapse. Electricity snapped from tit to cunt and back again. Her body trembled with the jolt.
"Relax, honey, nobody's going to hurt you. I'm not going to make you do anything you really don't want to do, and neither is Tex. We aren't gonna force you to do it, if you don't really want to. We just don't think you know what you really want." His free hand worked at the top button of her Levi's. Tex's large hands held her by the shoulders, and she was struck by how gentle they felt, how strong and gentle. The trembling continued. But it felt good, God - it felt good. She enjoyed then-hands on her, the feel of Jim's fingers on her tit, the gentle caressing action of Tex's strong hands. God, she did enjoy it, and it was all right to enjoy it, wasn't it? She didn't have any control, did she? She hadn't chosen for this to happen, so how could she be responsible, and if she wasn't responsible, well-She could feel Jim's fingers working the buttons of her Levi's, but she didn't mind. She couldn't control that, either, and if she couldn't control it . . . Her legs felt weak, her heart skipping a beat and fluttering up into her throat, the same way she frit, when she had watched Bobby score the winding touchdown in high school, or sink the winning basket. The feeling was everything. And she wasn't responsible for it - it was just happening, and it happened to be taking place within her. "Yes." the joyous sound escaped her drawn lips. "You know, it's gonna work out just fine, isn't it, Betty?" said Jim, pulling down the waistband of her jeans.
"Yes," she said, in answer to many questions that had plagued her over the last several days, over the last several years.
Jim pulled down her jeans and she stepped out of them. He tossed them on top of her shirt. Kneeling before her, he reached up for her panties, pink hip-huggers that clung to her pussy and ass. Her great ass bulged too.
"God, Betty, you're fantastic. Absolutely fantastic."
"You're beautiful, baby," said Tex, running his hands over her body, down her thin back and around the tight curves of her ass. His fingers and hands sent runners of fire darting along every nerve ending she possessed. "God, I'm gonna eat it all, honey - sink my tongue into your pussy and up your sweet ass."
Betty couldn't believe that all this was happening. Moreover, she couldn't believe that it created in her the feelings it did. She actually wanted him to tongue her pussy, probe her asshole with his tongue, do anything to her he wanted to do. She wanted him to do it all, and she wanted it because it did no good not to want it. He would do it anyway, wouldn't he? Her whole body shook with anticipation.
"Oh, baby, "said Jim, pulling her damp panties away from her moist snatch. "Oh, baby, are we gonna party." He stuck his nose into the damp hair of her pussy as he pulled off her briefs and tossed them on top of the wood pile. They caught and hung on a slender stick and fluttered like a flag.
She felt Jim's nose puzzling her crotch, and it did more to her than any prick she had ever felt. Was she perverse - a nose turning her on so? Bu: she wasn't responsible, after all, and it didn't really matter then. Jim's hands cupped her ass cheeks and his nose burrowed into her pussy hole.
"Jimbo, before you suffocate yourself in that sweet snatch, I suggest we get one of the foam mattresses and drag it out."
"Good idea, Tex. Too hot in the tent. I like the idea of fucking and eating pussy out in the open air. How 'bout you, Betty?"
Her eyes looked dazed and dreamy. "Anywhere," she said softly. "Anywhere at all." She gazed down into Jim's face and her mouth hung open.
Tex brought the mattress and they laid it beside the wood pile. They lay Betty down and Jim got between her spread legs while Tex kneeled oyer her luscious titties.
"Now, Betty I'm gonna eat some pussy, babe - the sweetest pussy I've sniffed in quite a while, let me tell you. If it tastes half as sweet as it smells, I'm gonna have me a feast."
"And I'm gonna suck your tits until you beg me to stop, honey - suck until you think your cunt's gonna come up through your nipples," said Tex as he immediately fell upon her right nipple, curling his tongue around it, and drawing it deep into his wet, hot mouth.
"Oh, shit," she said, feeling the tug at her cunt.
Jim spread the black hair away from her pussy Bps and exposed the small pink slit. With careful lost to the motion of the cord pulling through her body.
"Yes, yes - eat me, guys - eat me, devour me, consume me. Aaaaah - suck my pussy - eat my cunt, Jimmy. Bite my clit, suck it, suck it. Chew on my nipples, Tex - yes, yes, eat my titties - they are all yours. Swallow them whole. Suck them off, baby - do it - do it to me."
There were no cautionary voices here, no mother's warnings, just the dance she performed upon the string of their licking and sucking. Her enjoyment had swallowed up every fear, every caution, every doubt.
Jim's tongue drove deep into her pussy and Tex's teeth bit and tugged at her nipples. Her body felt pulled between the twin forces, and just as she thought her body would snap, her climax exploded out from the center of the invisible cord that played between her tits and cunt. The tight string had seemed to snap and the live ends slashed wildly through her body with ecstatic intensity, their high voltage burning out any question that might have lingered in some deep recess of her mind.
"OooooOOOOHHHH," she cried, the sound welling up from deep within her, echoing out through the valley of their camp.
"Eeeeeat, meeeee, suuuck meee." Her body lucked and kicked, her legs flailing above Jim's head and shoulders. Her hands pounded on Tex's fingers he curled back the outer lips and found the deeper pink of her inner cunt, the gash richly pink and glistening with anticipation. "Now, it's dinner time," he said, and his head moved toward her burning cunt.
The first lick of his tongue sent such a convulsion through her that Betty thought she was coming right then, but she didn't. But, like a surfer who catches a fantastic wave far out, she rode the curling fire of Jim's tongue toward a distant shore.
His tongue worked up and down the groove of her pussy, lapping up the rich juice from the inner folds of her cunt flesh. Betty rode his tongue with her knees bent and her legs draped over his thin-muscled shoulders.
Tex continued to suck her tits, first one and then the other, his tongue running rings of fire around the bursting nipples. And then his teeth began to pull at her tits by the nipples, pulling them as far as they would go, pulling so hard that she feared the nipples might snap off. But she didn't mind. The pleasure was so intense that pain got lost in it, swallowed up in the wild swirl of feelings that rushed through her.
And then they began to pull some invisible cord through her, running it back and forth, from tits to cunt, playing her body like some pleasure instrument.
"Oh, God - oh, for the love of God," she cried.
broad back.
"Aaaaa . . . aaaah . . . aaaaaah ..." she gasped, and the ends of the live wire touched another nerve, for her whole body convulsed in ecstatic throbbing, a throbbing that shook the two men that sucked on each end of her. "Shit, oh shit, fuck . . . yes, fuck . . . FUCK, OH FUCK." The words screamed out of her vaulted self, words that she had never used, had never needed, but now were the only words that could come close to capturing the intense pleasure she felt, the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
Betty lay on the foam mattress, slowly returning to normal. Her tits still heaved, and her cunt still burned, but she was regaining her senses. For a time she had seemed to disappear, had been swallowed up in her excitement, her orgasm blotting out everything but itself. She smiled to herself. Who would have thought that she, Betty Allison, was capable of such a thing. She hugged her tits against her with the palms of her hands. They felt alive beneath her hands, twitching with their own energy. It was as if her whole body had come alive. She was aware of its every part - her toes wiggling at the ends of her feet, her legs still weak and trembling, her thighs sensitized by their proximity to her pussy, her pussy itself alive to every movement of the rest of her body.
She had been dead, at least her body had, and now she was alive. No matter what - she would never return to the old, dead Betty.
"That was ... I can't even describe it." She said it with a look of wonder, and put a hand on each man's cock.
"I never saw a woman come like that, Betty - never in my whole life," said Tex.
"Me either. For a minute there, I thought we had . . . Shit, makes no difference. I'm just glad you felt so good. Let me tell you, it felt good sucking on your pussy. It's just as sweet as it smells."
She giggled like a school girl and squeezed his cock. "Bet you say that to all the girls."
"Shit, honey, wish I could."
"I think I deserve a crack at that pussy, Jimbo. What do you think?"
"What does Betty think?"
"I think you two can have a crack at whatever you want. I feel like a new person, and I want to find out who I am."
"Now we're talking," said Tex.
"I do want to do something, though. If it's all right."
"You name it, Betty," said Jim. "I want to . . . well, I ..." the words stuck in her throat.
"Come, come, we've come too far for shyness, haven't we?"
"I hope so," she said, and cleared her throat. "I want to suck your cock, Jim. I don't know how to do it. I never did it before . . . well, that's not exactly true. I did it once a long time ago, but I didn't really do it right. I just sort of put the tip in my mouth. I thought it was nasty. But now I want to do it right. Will you show me?"
"Show you! Hell, Betty, I'll give you on-the-job training." They all laughed.
"I don't see why we can't all get what we want," said Tex. "Betty, just sit on my face, honey, and let old Tex lap up some of that sweet pussy juice."
He lay down and Betty straddled his head and lowered herself over him. He held her up with a hand on either haunch, leaving his thumbs free to manipulate the lips of her puffy pussy lips.
"Comfortable?" he asked her.
"Uuum," she mumbled, concentrating on the purplish head of Jim's long cock. She felt Tex lower her cunt over his mouth and his tongue flicker up into the wet slot of her pussy. "Oh, God." It was all going to start again, and her body still tingled from the first time. She couldn't believe it. She reached out for Jim's cock and slid it between her parted lips. She sucked on it as she would a lollipop, and he seemed to like it, for he uttered a long moan and smiled down at her.
She sucked, Tex licked and Jim moaned, the three of them locked in pleasure, the current running smoothly between them. Betty took as much of Jim's cock into her mouth as she could. She knew about deep-throating, but she had no idea how to do it, and didn't want to try and not be able to. Her saliva dribbled down Jim's cock and she licked it up as it ran down the underside of his throbbing prick. Her tongue traced the bulging vein that ran from the root of his cock to the circumcised head.
"Ah, baby, that's good - that feels great. Again, more." Jim held the sides of her head and worked it up and down against his prick. The rough texture of her tongue seemed to drive him wild. "Do it, baby - do it good, honey."
His wild excitement must have been catching, for Tex began to work his tongue up into her pussy with quickened strokes, slashing her exposed clit unmercifully.
"Oooooooh," she moaned against Jim's cock.
"Oooooooh," he moaned in concert.
"Mmmmm," Tex mumbled into her cunt, setting the flesh to dancing with small tingling vibrations.
"Take it, honey - suck it all," begged Jim, and forced his cock into her mouth.
She felt the head ride over the roof of her mouth and she gagged as it lodged against the back of her throat.
"Mmmmm, mmmm," she mumbled, throat thick with his cockmeat.
"Yeah, baby, take it all." Shoving against her soft flesh, Jim poked his prick as far as he could.
She shook her head, but he didn't seem to understand; he just kept pushing, straining, his cockhead cutting off her breath.
For her own survival, she began jacking off the root of his shaft - quick strokes with both hands. The more she jerked him off, the less fearful she felt. She wasn't going to choke after all. She could breathe through her nose, and she wasn't gagging as she had been in the beginning.
She continued to move her hands up and down the extended cockflesh, but less frantically.
"Yeah, baby, that a girl." Jim stopped probing the depths of her throat, and started fucking in and out of her wet mouth. His cock became slick with her saliva and her hands slid up and down the full length at every withdrawal.
"Shit, now you got it, honey. I'm fuckin' your face, honey - fuckin' your beautiful face. You like to have your face fucked, baby?"
"Mmmmm mmmm," she said, nodding her head up and down.
"I thought so," he said, and shoved into her forcefully.
It felt as if his prick had inched a little farther down her throat, but it wasn't that bad. She even felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she had taken him in much farther than she had thought possible.
She had become so engrossed in sucking Jimmy's cock that she had almost forgotten the sources of her intense pleasure at the other end. Tex's tongue still lashed her clit and snaked up into her pussy depths. And then a new sensation rippled up from her backside. Tex's hands spread her ass and his tongue ran tight little circles around her asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmaaaa," she mumbled, her asshole tightening. She hadn't really thought that anyone would want to do that, but then she hadn't really thought that she would ever want to eat cock, and yet here she was relishing it.
Tex's large hands spread her ass cheeks ever wider. Then his tongue dipped right into the center of her puckered asshole. Her whole backside seemed to come alive to a totally new sensation. It was akin to the tingle of her pussy, but not the same - somehow different - more alien, more exciting. The tip of his tongue probed up into the tight ring of tissue, and punched tenderly at it.
She knew instinctively that she must relax, but it was difficult. She felt so vulnerable, Tex beneath her with his tongue pressed against such a private part, but a part that obviously longed to be attended to. The sensations grew around her asshole, which pulsed with anticipation.
She had almost forgotten Jim's cock. It slipped off the back of her throat and down, down much deeper than before. But she was taking it - could handle it. It thrilled her to make the realization.
At the instant she relaxed with the recognition that Jim's cock could go down her throat without dire consequences, her ass also relaxed and Tex's long tongue slid up into the asshole and past the natural ring of flesh. "Ooooommmm," she cried and her asshole tightened around his tongue as her throat tightened around Jim's cock.
And then, as if orchestrated by some unseen conductor, both she and Jim were coming. The hot cum pumped into her throat and she could feel the contractions of his cock muscle as his cock creamed the scalding cum into her swallowing throat.
Her own climax seemed to explode from her asshole, Tex's tongue setting off the charge that ripped up her backside and seemed to suck up her pussy as it went.
"Mmmmm . . . mmmmmmm," came her muffled cries, muted by the thick slab of cock that filled her throat.
"Aaaaah, shit, aaaaaah, ooooooh, honey, take it, hon, take it all," said Jim and pumped his cock into her face. The thick lubricating cum eased the passage way, and his cock plunged in almost up to the hilt. Betty felt his heavy, hairy balls bounce off her chin.
But she felt little else as her own come carried her off into a pulsating oblivion, where her pleasure seemed to be the only thing that was.