Chapter 8
Candy Harris sped down the highway in her sports car. She was headed for Hal Jeski's service station. It was time for another session with the burly, blond husband of her best friend. Even since the two of them had been together in the woods the day before, Candy had been able to think of nothing but a return match. She shivered all over, even now, at the thought of Hal's hugely inflated erection, of the heavy, bluish veins that wound about over its surface, pumping it full of stiffening, warming blood. Her mouth watered as she recalled the funky scent of his crotch, the salty, sweaty flavor of his secret flesh, the warm sweetness of his powerful, rich seminal flood. Yes, she had to have Hal again. The fact that Sandra was her friend made no difference at all. Hal would be hers.
On a sudden impulse, Candy turned off the highway onto the narrow road she knew would take her past Sandra and Hal's new house. Damn Sandra, anyway! What a cunty bitch she was, Candy thought as she bumped along the poorly paved road. It was obvious she had invited Candy for dinner just so she could show off her new house and her hunky husband. Well, Candy reflected, smiling to herself, she had fixed her, and she was about to fix her again. Sandra might have Hal, but, for the moment at least, Candy had his huge, brutally piercing penis. She could feel the dew starting to form at the lips of her tingling cleft. She would just slip past Hal's house to see if his truck was in the driveway. If he was already home, she would stop by casually, pretending to be droppinig in on Sandra. Actually, she would be there to tease Hal, her very presence reminding him of their wild session in the woods.
Candy switched on the headlights. The encroaching forest made it already seem like night. Why did Hal and Sandra have to live on such a god forsaken road anyway? She supposed they liked the rural feeling. Well, they could have it. She was a city girl.
Suddenly, Candy realized there was someone standing beside the road, thumb extended. She squinted in the semidarkness, trying to make out who it might be. He was a young man, very young, and extremely handsome.
Candy slammed on the brakes, and her car came skidding to a halt. What was she doing? She knew better than to pick up hitchhikers. She guided the car over to the side of the road, out of the lane of traffic, and waited. The boy came alongside. For a moment, before he bent down to look into the car, she caught a glimpse of his crotch. His sex was clearly outlined in his tight, black pants. It was unbelievably huge. Candy caught her breath excitedly. The boy bent down and peered through the open window on the passenger side. He grinned at her, his dark eyes glimmering at her like hot coals.
"Hi," Candy said, trying to sound casual. "Get in."
Instead of doing as he was told, the boy walked around to the front of the small sports car. What the hell is he doing, Candy wondered. With one quick move, he raised the hood.
"Hey, just a minute. What are you up to?" Candy called, opening the door and jumping out.
The youth reached inside and yanked something. The engine died. Looking up at the approaching woman, he grinned broadly, as if amused by her sputtering anger.
"Goddamn you, you little son-of-a-bitch, what do you think you're doing? Hook those wires up again and fast, or I'm going to get the cops on your ass so quick you won't know what hit you!"
The dark youth turned and bolted off into the forest, as graceful as a deer. Totally enraged, Candy started after him, the tree branches clutching at her short skirt. She stumbled, and when she looked up, the lithe bodied boy was standing a few feet away, smiling playfully.
Angrier than before, Candy lunged toward him. He sprinted onward, taking her deeper into the woods. Her high heeled shoes sank into the soft earth, and she could feel the briars tearing her stockings. Candy did not care. She was going to catch that boy and beat him to a pulp.
"Goddamn you, you little rat!" she screamed. "I'm gonna rip your nuts off!" She fell again, skinning both her hands on a fallen log. Moaning angrily, she staggered to her feet and went on. The dark-eyed male was waiting for her, just out of reach.
Candy crashed on through the underbrush. It was nearly dark now, and as she blundered deeper into the forest, her surroundings grew nearly pitch black. She frowned, squinting at the area ahead. The youth had disappeared.
Candy sat down on a tree stump. Damn, she thought, I've lost the little bastard. She might as well go back to the car, she decided. She had to figure out how to reassemble the wires the boy had pulled before it grew so dark she could not see. Maybe she should just walk along the road until she came to Kal and Sandra's place. Hal could put her car back together in a minute. After all, he was a mechanic. Besides that, once she and he were alone in the darkened woods, she could see to it he did a lot more than help her get the car started. They could always tell Sandra the repairs had taken much longer than expected.
Candy pushed her hair back out of her eyes and got up. She turned, heading back in the direction from which she had come, and that was when the boy grabbed her. She screamed as he threw her to the ground.
Sandra opened her eyes sleepily. Staring at the low roof of the tent, she tried to remember where she was. She had awakened long enough that morning to tell Marta Changusa every detail of what had happened to her and what had made her run away. She told her her suspicions about what had gone on between Candy and Hal, and about Hal's proposal that he invade her virgin anus.
Marta smiled. "I am surprised at you my child. You seem such a sophisticated young woman, so alive with such an air of, how shall I say it, sexuality about you?"
"Me?" Sandra asked, her hand fluttering against her breast. "I'm scared of my own shadow."
"Such a pity," the blonde woman said, shaking her head sadly. "The area of the rectum is the center of incredible sensual excitement. Why, in certain cultures, that of Greece for example, the only time a man and woman even bother to engage in intercourse of the sort you would probably call normal is when they especially wish to create a child between them. Otherwise, they couple in what for them is a much more satisfying, exciting manner. You are missing a great deal, my young beauty." She stroked Sandra's hair tenderly.
Holding out a tall, crystal goblet to her, Marta said, "Here, my child, drink of this wine. It will soothe you and make you rest comfortably. You must be fully prepared for tonight."
"Tonight? What about tonight?" Sandra sipped at the wine. It tasted sweet, like light honey with the tang of oranges whispering in the background.
"Tonight Hando and I have planned a special ceremony, a homage to our gods if you like to think of it in that way. You will enjoy it."
"But I should go back home. Hal will be worried about me."
The woman looked hurt. "But we have planned the ceremony in your honor* Others will be here to help in the celebration. Please, you must stay."
"Okay, Marta, I suppose so. After all, you have been so good to me, you and Hando. The least I can do is ..." She drifted off into a quiet sleep. Smiling down at her, Marta took the goblet from her relaxed hand.
Now she was awake again, and she was alone. It was nearly dark outside. She could see fireflies beginning to wink in the nearby underbrush. Sandra stretched. She wondered what on Earth Marta had been talking about when she said they were doing a ceremony for their gods this evening. It was to be in her honor, the woman had said. Well, whatever the case, the experience would be an interesting one, she was sure of that. Besides, perhaps it would allow her to see more of Marta's handsome companion, Hando Rubosa. The dark-haired young man exuded such an air of sensuality that Sandra shivered at the thought of him. Perhaps the ceremony would involve Hando's dancing for her. Marta had not said anything about the boy's being a dancer, but by the way he moved, by his catlike grace, Sandra felt sure that he must be one.
Soon she would have to go home. Tonight, after the ceremony was over, she would absolutely insist that she be allowed to leave. Sandra felt like a fool. She had been crazy to run out on Hal in the middle of the night. How could she have reacted so strongly to his suggestion? According to Marta, what her husband had suggested was common practice in other parts of the world, Still, the very thought of having Hal's huge, piercing phallic pipe stuck into her vulnerable rectal passage made Sandra cold with fear. It might be exciting for some people, but for her it was the stuff of which terror was made. She could scarcely imagine the total pain of it. How could something as huge and hard as Hal's penis when it was erect even fit into her tiny, tightly clenched rosebud of an anus? Sandra hugged herself defensively. What was she dwelling on this for? The whole idea repulsed her. .
She wished Marta or Hando would come back. She did not like being all alone in the woods with nothing to protect her but a flimsy tent. Reaching out, she took the decanter of honey wine and poured herself a little. As she drank it, she thought again how good it tasted, how it relaxed her body, instantly and with enormous gentleness. Falling from her fingers, the goblet clattered to the floor of the tent.
Candy screamed piteously, clawing at the dark young male's leering face. Grabbing her wrists, he held her with a strength that belied his slenderness. With a length of leather thong, he bound her hands. How could she possibly have been so stupid? All she would have had to do was stay in the car with the doors locked until he went away. But no, she had to chase off after him through the forest. She should have known he was luring her away with the intention of rape.
"Please, please don't," Candy whimpered as the youth's long, slender fingers went to her breasts.
Trembling with excitement, his eyes shining greedily, he undid the buttons, opening a wider and wider vee in the front of her blouse. He licked his lips, as more and more of Candy's succulently smooth flesh came into view. Remembering what he had seen when he spied on her and Hal, he felt his massive penis beginning to stir. This time he would not be forced to jerk himself to climax, staining the plants of the forest floor with his steaming, starchy smelling load. This time he would inject his fountain of cum far up into the brown-haired woman's body, trembling as the tightness of her warm pussy squeezed against the stalk of his vomiting penis.
He pushed the halves of her blouse apart and bent to nip one of her silver dollar size nipples with his sharp, white teeth. Candy screamed and brought her bound hands forward, hitting him hard on the back of the head. He grabbed her arms, hatred in his eyes, and pushed them back. Dragging her over to a nearby tree, he took another thong from his pocket, looped it through the one tied around her wrists, and secured them to the base of the tree trunk.
Candy sobbed. "No. I won't do it again, I promise. Don't tie me up." She swung her hips back and forth, squirming helplessly on the ground.
Standing over her, the dark complexioned youth grinned down cruelly. Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned his silky shirt, peeled it off, and dropped it to the ground. Candy gasped at the sight of the giant, open-mouthed cobra tattooed on his hairless chest. Who was this boy, anyway?
Kneeling, he pulled off her shoes despite her kicking and screaming. She twisted her hands, trying to pull free of the tight leather bands. All she succeeded in doing was raising deep, red welts on her wrists.
The youth reached for and found her skirt zipper, and he pulled it down roughly as though he could not wait to see her naked. Hooking his long fingers under her waistband, he yanked the short skirt down over Candy's long, tapering legs. Now she lay there on the ground wearing only her stockings, garter belt, and bikini panties.
The boy rubbed his fingertips against the crotch of her panties, and, despite herself, Candy felt the excitement of lust run through her slim body. She looked up at the boy through terrified eyes. Under other circumstances she would have been insanely attracted to him, ready to do anything to please him. As it was, she was sure he would have whatever he wanted from her and hurt her in the process. Maybe he would even kill her. Her heart beat so loudly it throbbed in her ears, His fingers dug into her fabric covered pussy, the tips of them tracing the long, moist line of her cunt lips. Candy whimpered miserably. Frightened out of her mind, she was becoming aroused. She could feel the wetness beginning to ooze out of her tight, trembling cleft. Her entire groin began to tingle. Was this boy endowed as magnificantly as it appeared? She had thought Hal's nine-inch penis was massive. If this youth were built the way he seemed to be, he would make Hal look like a midget. She thrilled at the thought of the boy's hugely distended, wildly throbbing penis pushing between her blood-engorged pussy lips. How it would hurt. How it would make her wriggle and scream. Then the thought overwhelmed her again. What if he killed her?
He was undoing her tight garter belt.
With sure, slim fingers he loosened the hooks and let it fall away from her trembling body. Quickly, he undid her garters and pulled her filmy stockings down her legs and off over her feet. She lay there in her tiny panties, and he stared down at her, rubbing his crotch.
Standing up suddenly and towering over Candy, he unhooked his belt and opened the front of his pants. The girl watched in helpless fascination. First she caught a glimpse of his dense, gorgeously black pubic curls, then the thickly-veined base of his phallic tube. It looked so large that it would take two hands to fit around it. How would such a giant organ ever fit into her body? He would rip her to shreds and then leave her to die, hemorrhaging to death in the woods.
"No, no. Let me go," Candy cried, tossing her head from side to side and twisting her hands, digging the leather thongs into her raw-rubbed flesh.
The boy looked down at her, smiling quietly. With one quick gesture, he let his tight black pants fall to the ground. His hugely inflated phallus snapped up against his flat belly and then stood straight out in front of him, trembling meancingly. Candy's nostrils were flooded immediately with the hot musky scent of male crotch. She looked up at him with passion-glazed eyes, soft, mewling cries coming from her throat. His cock was huge, eleven inches, and it looked incredibly strong, the ridge on its thick underside sticking out from the surface, its veins throbbing as still more blood pumped into the already totally engorged organ. He stroked it playfully, holding it out toward her, seeming to tempt her with it.
His hugely inflated gonads swung between his long, lithe legs in their hairless sac, and she could imagine the sperm swimming wantonly within them, waiting to gush out of him and lodge somewhere far up inside her heaving belly.
Kicking his pants off over his bare feet, the naked man stooped toward her. For the first time, Candy saw the rest of his tattoo. The coils of the hissing snake wound around his waist and across his slim loins. From there they curved around and around down his right leg to his ankle. It was a magnificent, phallic tattoo, and she could only guess at the intense, pricking pain the boy must have undergone to acquire it. The very exotic nature of the drawing made her tremble with fear and excitement.
Again his fingers touched the moist spot on the front of her tiny panties. Candy moaned with fearful passion. He lifted his wet fingertips to his nose and sniffed them. She saw his erect penis jerk with excitement, the scent of her leaking twat going right to his tingling gonads. A huge drop of clear preseminal fluid glistened at the tip of his distended penis, then gathered itself and dropped to land on her flat belly.
The boy's fingers found their way under the waistband of her soaked panties, and he jerked them down, opening her pussy to the coolness of the night air. Discarding the limp bikini, the youth fell to kiss Candy's exposed twat, sucking at it with his hot, open mouth, drawing the fragrant, earthy tasting juices out of it, and swallowing them hungrily.
Candy whimpered and moaned, all fear forgotten. Now all she could think of was how her cunt was boiling, begging for attention, demanding his wet, sweetly squirming tongue.
"Oh, yessssssss," she hissed passionately. "Eat meeeeeee. Please eat my sweet pussy!" Arching her back, she pushed her flaming pelvis up against his full, writhing lips, and his tongue knifed into her sizzling cleft, running around its interior, mopping up her flow of fresh moisture.
Again and again the young, niasculine animal dug his long, sensuous tongue into Candy's quivering womanhood. Her wiry pubic curls pushed against his face, tickling his nose. He breathed into her, drinking her wetness as he did so and driving her further up the steep ladder of sensual arousal. She threw her legs wide, opening herself to him completely. Though her hands were tied, it was no longer a rape. If he killed her when this was over, it would be almost worth dying for.
"Please," she howled, "Please fuck my cunt. I want that huge cock of yours stuck up into my guts. I want it so far up me I can feel it in my mouth. Please, let me have it, pleeeeeeeeeeease." The saliva dripped from the corners of her gaping mouth. She was a creature of total passion, swept away with the excitement of the tongue bath he was giving her. His laving tip wrapped itself around the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris, and Candy yipped like a small female dog in heat. She wiggled her hips from side to side intensely, pushing them into the dirt.
The boy moved into position between her legs, aiming his huge phallus with both hands. The burgeoning tip of it glistened in the light of the rising moon as he pointed directly at Candy's wet, quivering cleft. A steady stream of obscenity flowed from her lips now, her mind reeling wildly, totally unhinged with raw passion.
She felt the throbbingly hot cock knob touch her flesh. "Yes, yes, yes! Shove it in. Push it in hard, as hard as you can!"
Again she lifted her pelvis, forcing him into her. With a sigh, she felt his huge tip slip slowly between the pouty, swollen lips of her pussy. They hugged against it, catching tightly behind the flange of its inflated glans, and he moaned at the hotness of her smooth, hidden flesh.
Shoving his hips forward, he entered her, pushing her nether lips obscenely apart, forcing his thick, meaty penis far up into her gripping channel. She cried out wildly, the pain of his entrance throwing her into near unconsciousness. Sobbing and groaning, Candy tossed her head from side to side, her brown hair pasting itself against her cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on the stretching, ripping pain in her vagina. He would kiss her, she was sure. Still, there was something wantonly, wildly exciting about this. She wanted more. She wanted it all.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, tossing her head about faster than before. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me to death!"
The youth was moving quickly now, his buttocks bunching and straining as he pushed his long, thick penis into her body and then jerked it out again until only his smooth, drooling glans was still enclosed in the burning tightness between her thighs. In, out, again and again, harder and harder with each punishing stroke. The seething sweat poured from his body, and he felt as though he might pass out from sheer passion. When he saw this woman fucking in the woods he knew she was worth having. He had been right.
Shivering all over, he shoved forward, sounding the depths of her, driving his pulsating phallus further into her than it had gone before. The moans came gurgling out of her mouth, and her long, red painted nails scrabbled frantically at his back and shoulders. She was coming.
Candy's wildly enflamed pussy lips opened like a flower in full bloom, and she flooded the boy's gigantic penis with her musky, female juices. The warmth and wetness surrounded him, and with a wild, high-pitched scream he came, shooting her interior full of his hot, starchy smelling sperm. She felt it enter her channel, churning and hot with life, and she screamed with passion, her voice matching his. The two of them writhed together on the ground, their bodies tearing at one another and their faces wet with tears.
Whimpering, the depths of her passion drained completely, Candy fell unconscious in Hando Rubosa's strong, supple arms.