Chapter 9
"Is it clear?" asked the logger. He stood behind the open cabin door. Lucy stuck her head out and then walked onto the stoop. She pretended to stretch her arms into the brisk morning air. They wanted to be sure that no one saw Mr. Jackson leave because of the obvious implications. "It looks alright," said Lucy. Paul started out, zipping his jacket. "Hold on," she said, "there's somebody coming." She waited. From the outside she appeared merely to be leaning in the frame of the cabin door, to be enjoying the fresh morning air. "O.k.," she said, "it's only J.B."
J.B., a deaf mute, the twenty-two year old man who shoveled coal, ported wood, and cared for the grounds in total silence, carted a wheelbarrow in front of him. Occasionally the metal rig bogged down in the six-inch snow, and he adjusted his grip on the icy handles. Then he moved on, heading for the campers' quarters.
"Go on," said Lucy, "he's gone now. And even if he did see you, he couldn't tell Dad anything."
"Right," said the logger. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and slid out the door. "See you when I can, honey. And thanks." He disappeared around the back of the cabin. A moment later Lucy heard a truck's engine start up and she knew he was on his way. She started to shut the door to the cabin, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of J.B., now wheeling an empty wheelbarrow. He waved silently to her.
Something flashed in Lucy's mind. She waved to J.B., motioned him toward the cabin. She didn't have to verbalize the command. J.B. was used to people, especially the Pines, calling him over for this or that chore. He understood some hand language, but he could not speak. He was a handsome young man, despite his handicap. He arrived at the porch with a broad smile on his face. He motioned and winked that he'd seen the logger depart.
"Come in," said Lucy, again giving the quiet grounds a careful look-see. She motioned him into the cabin. "Let's see," she said, shutting the door and throwing the bolt locked. "What was it I wanted you to do for me?" She put a coy finger to her lower lip. "Now what was it?" J.B. looked at her and smiled. He pointed to the fire. "No," said Lucy, "there's plenty of wood." She eyed his crotch. She wondered what the deaf man's penis was like, what he did for sex. She surmised that he must masturbate. After all, how many women would find interest in a partner who could not speak, who could only read lips? She smiled at him. "Maybe I wanted something special?"
J.B. nodded. He waited to be told what to do. He watched the young girl pace the floor. She wore her house coat and nothing else. He liked the look of her small ankles, and he smiled with the notion, though he could not verbalize it, that Lucy had a very pretty young body.
"Well," she said, "I think I want you to do something with my ass."
J.B. stared at her, waiting still for a comprehensible order. He could sweep the floors, he could clear snow from the stoop, he could even drive into town with some message. These things were in his vocabulary. But he could not hear, nor did he immediately understand as Lucy knew so well-the meaning of her wildly flapping lips: "Yes," she said, becoming somewhat hysterical with the notion, "I definitely want you to do something with my ass. You face and my ass. Your hands and my ass. And maybe, J.B.," she said-and he smiled when he recognized his name being said though he could not hear it-"and maybe I'll do something with yours."
Lucy stepped up close to the mute man. He continued to smile. He had clear blue eyes and long blond hair. His shoulders were obviously strong, from the hard work his job as Camp Thunderbird's only real caretaker, and his legs looked hefty and muscular. She reached for his crotch.
At first he backed away. He shook his head. His smile turned to fear, not of the lady, but of what old man Pines would do if he knew. He shook his head and raised a finger to his throat. He made a slashing motion across his neck, as if to indicate the consequences of Lucy's actions should they be found out.
"Don't worry," she said, reaching again. "I won't tell." She enunciated the words clearly. "I-won't-tell." Then she reached for his belt. Reluctantly, at first, he gave in. He watched her hands tour his crotch. She rubbed his pants, at the firming bulge between his legs. "Well," she said, "you do have something nice in there. Don't you?" He backed up but landed in a chair in front of the fireplace, not very far from where the night before Lucy and Paul had begun their love exercise. She slid to her knees between his legs. "This will be very nice, J.B. You just enjoy yourself." She sat him back in the chair by pushing on his chest. He took a long breath and watched her work. She rubbed her open palms between his thighs, one hand for each leg. She kneaded the muscles that bunched up under his trousers. "It's time," she told him clearly, "for me to get a look inside, J.B. You don't mind, do you?"
He shrugged his shoulders. What could he say?
Lucy quickly undid the belt. She slid her hands around the mute's hips. She went inside, between his bare legs, under his underwear, and she came up with a handful of the man's genitals, his balls in one hand, his cock in the other hand between the narrow folds of his ass cheeks, under his rump. She rubbed softly.
"Is that nice?" she asked. "Do you like that, J.B.?" He looked down at her and nodded. He was blushing and smiling. His handicap gave his face only innocent and limited expression. But even though he could not speak he was obviously pleased with the treatment thus far accorded to his groin. "Take my hands," said Lucy. "Go on, take my hands and rub them the way you like." She took his hands and put them on her wrists. "Show me," she said clearly so that he might read her lips, "how you like it."
He nodded and rubbed her hands up and down his naked loins. She followed his guiding grip. She worked her fingers up into the highest folds of his long legs. Then she went on her own again, this time for a suck on his cock. "This ought to put some blood in your veins," she said. Then she plied his meaty dick with her lips. She rubbed her mouth up and down the sides of his shaft. She used her open mouth to lube the man's dick. "Mmmm," she hummed, sending vibrations along the thick meaty rod. "Mmmmmm."
"Uuuuhhh," said the mute. It was his only expression. He would have told her how much he enjoyed the fine sex she was giving him, but he could not. He grunted instead.
"Good," said Lucy, looking up into his face. "That's good that you're having fun." She held his wet phallus in her left fist. She tugged and said, pointing with her other hand, "I'm going to have fun, too. Me, too." She emphasized this for him. He nodded his head.
Lucy returned to rubbing on J.B.'s handsome dick. She supplied him with a good long tongue rub. She caressed every inch of the meat. The fact that he was a mute, that he had little will of his own, these things appealed to her young imagination. In addition, of course, she felt like she was doing him a grand favor, that she was supplying him with some service that he wasn't likely to be getting very often.
Lucy's motives were not all altruistic, however. The fact was that her butt hungered for a good long anal fuck, already, and that she fully expected the mute man to give it to her. She worked his meat with this thought in mind. "Come on," she said, pulling her robe open, "I have to get you good and hot." She showed him her fine long titties, and upright nipples, the chill-covered breast flesh. She took his silent fingers and spread them around the full globes. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking his hand to demonstrate her appreciation. J.B. smiled in ecstasy. He rubbed the soft boobies, pulled on the nipples, and caressed in his own awkward way the full titties. "Mmmmmm," hummed Lucy, "that's just right. That's so right it's funny."
She took his hands away from her titties. His face drew a blank. He reached out for more. She held up a finger and said so that he could read her thick moist lips: "Just a minute." Then she reached under her titties and propped them up into his groin. She pressed one soft breast into one side of his erection, and one into the other side. Her soft tits rubbed around his cock which stood on end against her chest. She pushed the breast flesh against the dick, sandwiched the meaty prong in the space that would normally be called cleavage. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "I like that." Lucy's face blushed and J.B. reached forward and caressed her forehead. "Nice," said Lucy, rubbing her head against his open palm. "J.B., that's very nice."
Next, she reapplied her tongue to the tip of his meaty dick. She took the mushroom head between her lips and jammed her mouth down over it. She sucked up the meaty tip into her face. She caressed with her tongue, licked the spongy expanded head. "I like to suck," she said, holding his cock away from her for a moment. She inspected it. "Of course," she said, now really talking to herself and not to the deaf young man, "I like some other things better."
She took him by the hand, left behind her house coat and in the nude led him to the rug in front of the fireplace. "Take off your shirt, dummy," she said. "But of course you don't understand me, so I'll have to do it for you." She treated him like a big flesh doll, like some sort of propped up corpse. She could say and do anything she wanted because none of it could be heard and none of it could be communicated to another human being. It would all be 'their secret', their own silent love making.
She undressed him and he continued to smile. At one point he expressed his fear about old man Pines returning, pointed to his wrist the time they had, wanting to know how much of it-and Lucy said not to worry. She had him nude, erect, hot for love-making, and that was all that mattered.
Quietly, she ducked her head down to his nude crotch. She went wetting down his joint again, licking him off. Then she indicated to him that he should roll over. J.B. obeyed her gestures. He showed her his back side. He had smooth, hairless buttocks which Lucy promptly took to rubbing. She spread her palms on his open globes and massaged the two cheeks. "Uuuuuhh," she heard him grunt. But that was all.
She slid one finger down the middle of his ass. She arrived at his bunghole, and just for the fun of it, she poked him hard. He turned around with a hurt look on his face. "O.k., J.B.," she said, "that's all right. No more of that." She patted him on the fanny and told him to relax, that the rest would be all pleasure and no more poking. He seemed to understand the look on her face and lay back down.
Lucy went right to work licking out his asshole. She started, of course, by brushing the long narrow cavern between his cheeks with her tongue. When she'd filled the trough with saliva, coated it evenly, she worked her tongue around in a delicate circle just above the crater.
J.B. rolled his hips in appreciation. He showed her his face so that he could nod to indicate what pleasure he was feeling. "Yes, yes," nodded Lucy, "I know. I like doing it, too." She went back to licking. She darted her tongue directly into his asshole, filling him up with a long wet poke from her slender mouth muscle. She filled him up to the brim with hot wet tongue meat. "Uuuuuuuuuuhhh," he moaned. "Uuuuuuuhhhh."
She continued to eat out his asshole. She liked the feel of it, and she liked the idea that no one would stop her. She could do anything, she felt, and satisfy all of her fantasies about analism with no one to say that it was right, wrong, good, bad, ugly or beautiful. She liked the idea of a silent anal partner, one who would participate, but would not cause her any trouble emotionally.
"O.k.," she said, pulling her face out of his ass, tapping him on the cheeks, "come on and do some for me." She turned around and showed him her asshole. "See mine?" she said. "See this?" She spread her ass cheeks so that the mute could see her asshole. She kept the buttocks pulled apart and gave him a good long view of her lovely iris sphincter. Then she let go of one buttock and pointed to it. "You eat it." She pointed to her tongue, to his tongue, to her asshole. "You eat my asshole." She blushed for having said it aloud. She looked around and laughed. There was no one, just the two of them. She could say anything out loud that she wanted. "Go on, eat it."
He nodded, understanding what she wanted. But he shook his head. He didn't want to stick his tongue in her bunghole.
"If you don't," she said quickly, imitating the throat cutting gesture, "I'll tell my father."
His face turned sour. "See?" she said. "You have to." She bent over and J.B. leaned into the chore of reaming out the young girl's butt. Once he started, however, he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from it. He wiped her, washed her groove and her anus with his tongue. He used his tongue muscle like a mop, sucking and licking and swabbing. He scrubbed her so hard and vigorously, penetrated her sphincter so well with his long muscular tongue the same tongue that could not form words and speak-that she was soon pumping her cunt back and forth in a writhing passionate motion. "Mmmmm," she wailed, "if only you could hear me and understand what pleasure you're giving me. If only you knew." She waved her butt on his open mouth, jamming more of his hefty tongue into her anus. "Ahhhh," she cried out, "that's so nice, J.B. I love you for this." She was on her hands and knees with his tongue up her butt.
She reached back with one hand, supporting herself and keeping balance with the other, and took one of the deaf-mute's hands. "I want a little stimulating action in here," she said, placing his fumbling fingers in her twat. "Give me a little finger-fuck in my pussy, big boy. Don't be shy. Just shove a finger in there and have some fun." From the way he moved, it seemed that J.B. had never fiddled around inside a woman's pussy. But once he got started, as with the ass licking, he seemed to enjoy it. Unlike speaking and hearing, it was something that came to him naturally. "Uuuuuuhhh," he moaned when he'd had a long feel of her tubular pussy and asshole. "Uuuuuuhhh."
He pulled his hand out of her cunt. "Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted. Lucy turned around. "What is it?" He pointed to his meaty dick. It was erect, very nearly twitching. "You want something with your dick, J.B.?" He pointed to her mouth, took her by the back of the head. "Oh, yeah, I get it, you want some more suck." She leaned down with his guiding hands and shoved his penis into her mouth. She licked at it and then stood up out of his crotch. "O.k.," she said, "it's time for the real action."
She arranged herself on all fours and brought him up behind her. She placed his pecker on the groove between her ass cheeks. She thought that he had the idea, but his phallus fell out of her crack. "No, now," she said, turning around, "you have to get it into me, or it won't be any good." He seemed to understand. "Uuuuuuuhhh," he grunted. He nodded his head and motioned for her to go on her hands and knees again. She did so, and this time he placed himself at the entrance to her shit tube.
"Good," she said, nodding her head and hoping that he would see. "Good." She felt the spongy mushroom head squeeze through her flesh portal, into her shit tube. "Uuuuuuhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm, J.B., that's it." Of course, he could not hear her encouraging words. But he could feel the slender muscle and circle of flesh in Lucy's tight ass grip and roll his fuck-stick. "Mmmmm," she groaned, bearing down. "Nice."
In an effort to suck more cock into her ass-hole, Lucy backed up. Her buttocks soon pressed against J.B.'s hot groin. More of the meat penetrated her asshole. "Oh, keeerist," she wailed, "now that's what I call a good long ass fucking meat!" She used her silent partner's inability to hear to give her the chance to yell and holler as she pleased. She rubbed her tube against his cock, spread her sphincter as best she could-by reaching back and tugging her cheeks wide open-and enjoyed one of the best anal fucks she'd ever had. "Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned softly as her orgasm started up, "nice. Very, very nice."
The gush flowed from her cunt. Heavy clit-juice eased out of her pussy. It dripped along the inside of her nubile thighs. She shuddered from the climactic chills running up her spine and around her neck. Her breasts shook with the sensual fever that only orgasm affords a young woman. "Oh, God, yes," she hollered. "I love it."
J.B. heard none of this. He kept his rod inside the rolling tube, within the confines of the squeezing anus muscles, and rubbed. The loving treatment from Lucy's ass was the first of its sort for him. He couldn't understand quite why she wanted it in that hole rather than up front, but it didn't much matter to him, just so long as he got a little pleasure, too.
Suddenly, Lucy's climax ended, she began to pull on his stick. "That was nice," she said crawling forward, away from him. But for the mute, the fuck was still in progress. He was far from gratified, and he saw no reason to release the anus from around his dick. He grabbed Lucy tightly around the waist and moaned: "Uuuuuhh." She swiveled her head in fear. He was grinding down hard, deep in her already satisfied asshole. Anything more would turn from pleasure to pain. But there seemed to be no way to communicate to J.B. that he must now stop., After all, there really wasn't any reason for him to cease his terrific plunging anyhow. He had yet to squirt off his terrific load of jism.
Lucy struggled forward. But the more she attempted to crawl away, the more that J.B. climbed down her asshole. He shoved hard, gripped her neck, squeezed and forced her face down against the floor. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt her, just that he wanted to finish out the fuck in her butt. Her rump pressed against his groin, gave him so much pleasure, that he needed to finish off that way. He held her tightly enough that she could not get free from his strong grip. Finally, he began to plunge his flesh sword deeper and deeper with all the strength he could manage.
"Oh, God, no, stop" wailed Lucy. "You can't go on like that. It's too fucking much meat, honey. You have to stop." Like the other men before him, men who could hear and speak and understand every word, J.B. had no intentions of stopping now. It would have been pointless. He felt his surging jism build up in his balls, prepare to exit via his thick penis, and he wanted to make sure that it was as pleasurable for him as it had been for Lucy. "Uuuuuhhhh," grunted J.B. "Uuuuuuuuuuhhh."
"Please," moaned Lucy. "Can't you just wait a second or two? Just give me room to breathe." Her face was flat on the cabin floor. Her butt end protruded upwards into J.B.'s crotch. She had so much meat in her ass that any move she made gave her even more of an ache in her ass tube. "Ooooh, honey, please ..."
But it was useless. Suddenly, she felt the full load of jism flying into her shit cavity. She could feel her anal track fill with hot come. "Oh, yes, nice," she submitted. "That's much better."
J.B.'s grip softened. He let her come up for air. He released his hold around her waist for the final squirts from his dick in her butt. Her fanny flapped loosely around his dick. She was soft and filled with his quiet cream now. He yanked his dick from her rump. She turned around and saw him leaning back against the chair. He rested his head on one leg of it. He nodded and blinked a couple of times to show his appreciation.
"Well," said Lucy, scratching her used ass, "that certainly turned out well for both of us, didn't it?"
He nodded.
She went over to him and looked at his hog. "I'll give you a little clean-up lick and then you can go back to work. O.k.?" He smiled as if he could clearly understand. She leaned down and sucked his mushroom-headed cock. She licked it entirely clean so that there was no come, no juice left on the head or the shaft. As for his groin, figured Lucy, he would have to fend for himself. She pulled her face out of his crotch and smiled. She patted J.B.'s sex muscle and stood up. He lifted one lazy hand and stroked her neat calf. Then he reached up inside her loins and rubbed lightly with a big grin on his face.
"Yes," said Lucy, "it was nice for me, too." Lucy retrieved her house coat and slid into it. She tied the robe closed. "It's time for you to go out there and go back to work," she told him. "You have chores to tend to."
J.B. looked up as if he didn't understand.
"Don't forget about my Daddy," said Lucy. She ran her hand across her throat and pointed to her watch. "Da-dy," she said so that he might read her lips. She pointed to her chest, indicated herself. "My Daddy's coming home."
J.B. nodded. He stood up and pulled on his trousers and shirt. Then he looked around for his jacket. Lucy found it for him and helped him put it on. He smiled at her again and then went to the door. She watched him pull the bolt up, open the cabin. He turned around and winked at her. She smiled back. "Mmmmmm," she moaned.
He didn't hear it, but he understood and gave her a warm, cheerful smile. Then he went outside and picked up his empty wheelbarrow. He pushed it quietly across the frozen grounds of Camp Thunderbird.