Chapter 1
Bob Allison's cock nudged his wife's upper thigh, reached the frontier of her pussy hair, and burrowed its blunt head against her pubic bone.
"Not tonight," she whispered. "I'm tired and the tents are all so close together, honey."
"Fuck the tents," he said, his prick still pumping against her flesh. "I need a good fuck to send me off to never-never land. Come on, babe. Don't be so cold."
Betty Allison didn't really want to be cold. She loved her husband. But here, on their first night of a camping trip with two other couples bedded down within earshot of them, she just didn't feel like making love. It was something she didn't really like to do anyway, let alone under these strange circumstances.
"Bob, maybe later, but I just don't feel comfortable."
He reached down and guided his hard cock toward her cunt. "Shit, Betty, you never feel comfortable. If I waited until you were comfortable I would have a perpetual case of blue-balls."
"You don't have to talk that way. How many times do I refuse you, Bob Allison." She rolled away from him as far as she could in their twin zipped sleeping bags.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just horny, I guess." He reached out and caressed her flannel-clad ass.
Betty could understand why he was horny-watching Sally and Rita all day as they hiked along in their super-short shorts, white half moons of their asses flashing all along the way. And both of them had a lot to flash. She felt Bob scoot over to her and snuggle up spoon-style. His rock-hard cock poked between the cheeks of her ass.
"I promise I'll be quiet as a mouse - no squealing, no moaning, no screaming," he whispered into her ear, lips brushing the rounded flesh, tongue licking her lobe.
She knew that there was no way to dissuade him, but she lay there quietly. The only sound was that of their mutual breathing, Bob's coming twice as fast as hers.
"What say, babe? Just a quick little fuck here in the wilderness. No one will ever know except us." His hand worked up the flannel nightgown. She lay there with her hands clasped between her tits.
"Just a quickie to send Bobby off to sleepy-time, okay?" He inched the nightgown up over her thighs and across the curve of her tight, round ass. It bunched around her waist and she felt his cock slide down her crack between her asscheeks and seek out the furry comfort of her pussy. She did nothing to help him. If he wanted it that bad, he could work for it.
"Get in there, my cock," he said. "Can't you see in the dark?" The head eased closer to the underside of her cunt, his cocktip picking up the first hints of moisture.
Shit, Betty thought. Even now when she didn't want it, her cunt betrayed her, oozed those lubricating juices that lied to her husband again and again, suggesting that she was hot for him when she wasn't.
"There you are, you furry little pussy. Got you." His prick snuck in up to the ridge of its cockhead.
She could feel the familiar bulb of his cock as it lodged there, pulsing in its hot eagerness. She tried to separate herself from the feelings that it produced, for it did create feelings there, feelings that radiated out from her wet cunt like runners on strawberry plants, setting down new roots as they went. She couldn't let that happen, so she isolated the feelings, contained them in some imaginary vacuum where they could sprout and proliferate all they wished.
Bob's raging cock eased further up her cunt, stretching the walls of her pussy, exposing more and more of her nerve endings to the sensation of his fucking. She concentrated harder on containing her feelings.
"Oh, babe, what a pussy. All these years and I still haven't had enough of it. The feel of it. The tightness. How can you be so tight after the kids, hon?"
" Shit, she wished that she were stretched so wide that his prick would flop around inside her and he would be satisfied to jerk off in the John instead of always being after her.
Her passionate feelings reached out their tentacles, though, clutching at her.
"Fuck me, babe. Come on, a little help, okay." He encircled her belly with his arms and pulled her back against his thrusts. "That's it."
But he was complimenting his own actions, for she continued to slump against his efforts, hands clasped to her pear-shaped tits, still firm and unsagging after two children.
"Fuck me, hon, fuck me - fuck me," he said, in a voice surely carrying beyond the thin canvas walls of their tent.
"Bob, sssssssh!" she hissed at him, but he simply fucked harder into her pussy from the back.
"Yeah, babe, that's it. Oh, that's it, fuck away, hon." He began to plow into her wet box harder now, hands locked around her waist and pulling her violently against his pounding cock.
She continued to lie there as motionless as he would let her, but then she felt it all happening again, the way it always did. She had to concentrate harder - focus upon what was really important. She did want to be good, and mother had told her that good girls didn't enjoy sex, even when they were married. That wasn't what Qod intended when he had created male and female. It was procreation that he was after, not grunting around like swine. Men seemed to need it and God must make some allowances for them, but not a woman. A good girl - a good woman - just didn't enjoy fucking around like an animal in heat.
She felt her pussy begin its gentle constrictions, small convulsions that escaped her control. The harder she tried to concentrate against the feelings, the more they grew.
"Uuuuuuu, honey, now you're getting it. Fuck me, babe."
Christ. Bob didn't understand. He thought she was in control of her muscles, thought she was engaged in their fucking. How could she tell him otherwise. She put a finger between her teeth and bit it, choking back whatever might come, perhaps something besides words. The feelings had escaped their confinement and seemed to run wild over her body.
"Aaaaaah, fuck . . . aaaaah, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," cried Bob, driving his maddened cock up into her cunt as far as he could, battering down the last fragile walls of her containment, and then she was saved, for his cock began to spew out his cum, bright explosive jets that creamed the insides of her pussy walls.
"Aaaaaaaah, fuuuuuck," he cried as he slid down the far side of his climax and pumped slowly the last few spurts of his load into her quivering cunt.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," he said, nuzzling her neck, "Good fuck, such a good fuck," and he snuggled up even closer, prick still planted up her drenched cunt, and went to sleep.
Betty lay there a long time, her body talking to her in a language she refused to understand. Slowly the tentacles withdrew, the sensations mellowed, the feelings pulled back into themselves, all as Bob's cock dwindled within her cum-filled cunt.
She had survived, for she hadn't enjoyed it. She was still a good girl, and her mother would have been proud of her.
Betty pulled away from Bob until she felt his limp prick pop out of her pussy with a wet smack. He moaned and rolled away from her. She could feel the cum dribbling down her ass cheek, thick and cold and clinging. He had really been charged up - Sally and Rita had turned him on more than she thought. The week stretched out before her in jagged images. She liked them all - Rita and Sally, Tex and Jim, but they had never spent so much time together, and in such close proximity. And she knew they all felt differently about sex than she. She had been, reluctant to come along, but she didn't want Bob to go alone. She wasn't sure just why, but she knew that she had to come too.
Bob's cum continued to run down her ass, and if she was going to get any sleep, she would have to do something about it. She reached into her backpack at her corner of the tent and fished for a kleenex, but she couldn't find any. She knew it was there, but she couldn't find it in the dark. She found the cold barrel of the flashlight, but decided not to turn it on. She didn't want to wake up Bob - who knew, he might want seconds if awakened.
Hell, why not go down to the lake and bathe properly, she decided, and began unzipping her half of the sleeping bag slowly. The metallic hiss slowly freed her and she got up quietly. The lake was warm, she knew. They had even waded in it earlier in the afternoon. It was the perfect place to wash.
She dug out the soap dish and found her towel. Flashlight in hand, she unknotted the straps on the tent flaps and stepped out into the night, a night full of stars and soft rustling sounds. A breeze moved through the pine trees. She tiptoed between their tent and the Latham's. The idea of a bath sounded better and better, but she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Gimmy that thing, sugar, 'cause I'm gonna suck it dry."
Instinctively she squatted down in the shadow cast by the Latham's tent. She recognized Rita Latham's voice.
"I swear, Rita, you can suck cock. Ain't much you can't do, but suck a cock is one of the best."
It was Tex. She got up and started to hurry away, but her feet seemed glued to the ground.
"Mmmmmm, that feel good, honey - oh, so fuckin' good."
Betty settled herself more comfortably. What am I doing? She got up quickly and strode off toward the lake, her slippers flapping against her bare feet.
"Eat my cock, Rita, take it all, babe - throat it, suck it, eat it, baby."
Betty slowed and stopped, wondering just how much cock Tex Latham had for Rita to eat. At six foot three and two-fifteen, there could be quite a bit. Betty's mind began to wander, picturing Rita going down on her husband, Tex, her mouth straining to take the monster cock he surely had to offer. Before she knew it, Betty was sneaking up closer to the Latham's tent, inching toward the sounds that had set her own cunt twitching. There wasn't really anything the matter with that - was there? It wasn't she who was having sex.
"You taste so good," said Rita. "I can't get enough of this cock, Tex. "I could suck you morning, noon, and night, honey, and still be greedy for more."
"Let's just concentrate on night, baby," said Tex, and Rita's mumblings told her that was just what she had done.
"Turn around so I can get at your cunt," said Tex.
Betty heard the rustling of sleeping bags inside the tent, and then a long low moan as Tex must have sunk something into Rita's cunt.
"My God, girl, you got a river running down there. Most juicy cunt I ever seen, Rita. Gotta suck this cunt, honey. Turn over."
More rustling as the Lathams maneuvered inside the dark tent. Betty's own cunt was running. She could feel the juices dripping down her haunches, thickened by its commingling with Bob's cum.
The only thing she heard coming from the tent now were the moans that filtered through the thin canvas of the tent. "Mmmmmmmmmm," purred Rita. "Aaaaaaahhhmmm," came deeper, guttural sounds from Tex as he burrowed into Rita's cunt.
Betty's own cunt was aflame, burning with the intensity that Bob's fucking had fueled, but left unlit. Her hand slipped between her legs and rubbed the flannel against her burning pussy.
"Mm mm mm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmmm," came the short, staccato grunts as Tex neared his come. Betty could see in her mind's eye his enormous prick fucking Rita's pretty face, could almost feel the cum bubbling up at the base of his cock ready to erupt into her warm, waiting mouth.
"Gooooood," cried Tex. His voice echoed through the valley and Betty thought surely that the others would wake, but all seemed quiet in the Westmoreland's tent. No lights flicked on.
Close on the heels of Tex's coming, Rita came. "Suck my cunt, Tex - oh, suck it good. Oh ... oh ... oh," she gasped into the night, and then she shattered the stillness with a high wailing scream that died slowly beneath the whispering of the trees. Betty thought she could hear giggling from the far tent, but it might have been the sounds of the small brook that fed into the lake.
She was ready to leave and finish her task when she heard Tex. "Don't stop, honey. You ain't tapped the real pool yet."
"You are a stud, Tex Latham, but then I guess that's why I married you, isn't it?" Betty could hear the sounds of Rita's mouth slurping on Tex's cock.
"Sugar, ain't one man ever gonna satisfy you, but I come as close as any."
"That you do, baby, that you do." There was more moving around in the tent. "Now I want you to put that big hunk of cockmeat where it will do the most good, you hear?" said Rita.
"I hear you, sugar. Spread them pretty legs and let me at that lathered up cunt. I got a gallon of jism that needs a home."
"You know where to put it, honey."
"That I do."
All was quiet for a little while, except for the soft sounds of wet flesh and guttural moans.
"God, Tex, you must be turned on tonight. I swear you feel like a baseball bat up me. All day watching Sally and Betty, I'll bet. Got you all worked up and now you're takin' it out on poor old Rita. No matter, hon, I like it no matter where it's comin' from. Just keep fuckin'."
"You gotta admit that there ain't two finer asses to look at all day than theirs, don't you know? And titties - wheee! Only titties sweeter belong to you."
"No need to butter me up, Tex. Cain't get no hotter than me, so just shut up and fuck me."
"Yeah, well the way your pussy feels, you had your eye on more cock than mine today. Just keep squeezin'."
"Ain't we a pair, Tex, ain't we a pair?" she said, laughing softly.
"That we are, girl. Now be quiet and I'm gonna fuck the livin' daylights out of you."
Well, it certainly was a good thing that Betty had decided to come along. No telling what might have happened had she not, what with talk like that going on. She liked Tex and Rita - really liked them - but they were just so . . . so . . . she didn't know what.
She had heard enough - too much - and she got up to head for the lake once again.
"That's it, babe, fuck me - oh yes, fuck me good." Rita's high pitched voice carried across the night, and Betty paused.
"Good cunt, honey - greatest cunt. Squeeze my cock with that precious pussy - hot pussy."
"Aaaaaa, that feels good, Tex - fuck the shit out of me, ream out my cunt, drive it home, honey - make it hurt, baby - make my pussy scream."
"I'll fuck your eyes out, Rita - your fuckin' eyes out."
"Yes, baby, fuck my eyes out, and my brains - fuck it all out, Tex, fuck me harder, faster - fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me."
"Dump buckets of cream in that cavern of yours - load it down with my white cum and then suck it in. How's that sound, cunt?"
"Wonderful, Tex. Pump your spunk into my cunt, pump me full, till it's running out my mouth, baby - fuck me full."
Betty's nightgown had fallen down the slope of her thighs and bunched up in soft folds at her belly. The fabric no longer restrained her fingers and they played directly along the crack of her cleft cunt - trembled and toyed about the mouth of her pussy. But playing with herself wasn't a terrible sin, it was not like enjoying sex - that took someone else. If you were just by yourself, that couldn't be so bad, could it, Mother? It wasn't even really sex, was it? Then she could still be a good girl and enjoy it just a little, a very little, and she would still be good, wouldn't she?
"Oh, fuck, Tex ... I ... I ... Oh fuck, it's here. Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck me, Tex. I cooooooome," she cried, so loud that a bird flew from its perch in the tree above Betty's head, startling her so much that she dropped the flashlight.
"Oooooooh," she gasped, picking it up and pulling her nightgown down over her knees.
"Yes, baby," whispered Tex in a rusty voice, "yes, yes, fuck me, baby, 'cause here I come."
Betty could hear the thrashing around inside the tent as the two came one right after the other. She heard Tex grunting as he pumped his load into Rita - heard his short, thick expulsions of breath as he spewed his cum into Rita's writhing cunt.
Betty couldn't stand it. Her own pussy blazed as she listened to Tex and Rita carry on. She scampered away to the lake on shaky legs, her pussy dripping, her breath rasping.