Chapter 3
It was well after midnight!
And the four of them were wild and drunk!
It was Ned who suggested drinking out of a bottle of corn whiskey that was "home made." It was a little too fresh but it made them feel wild and roaring. May Kramer had wanted to sip the whiskey, but they held her down and forced her to guzzle more than she wanted. The first sip was good. The second made her tingle. The third made her feel fire!
"Damn this cold weather." Ned was behind the wheel. They were in the mountainous section of the state where tall fir trees, thick cedars and huge oaks kept the area in a cool, almost cold, climate.
Ned pulled Nancy closer, sliding his hands inside her sweater to squeeze her breasts. "Sure is cold outside-otherwise, we could spread out a blanket and make the world go 'round." He squeezed her roughly. "Can't hold it much longer." His youngish face had a hard expression. He wore a blue denim work shirt and matching trousers that were tight around his thighs.
"Ned," squealed the girl who was known for being playful and difficult as part of the game. "You'll tear my sweater ... and I'm wearing a pair of black lace bra and panties-don't tear the bra, too." She giggled drunkenly.
"Scared of what May and Max will say?" laughed Ned, "Don't worry-maybe they'll join the party."
"Sure thing," exclaimed Max who had his arm around May, in the back seat, with one arm planted firmly around her breasts. "I think May is all fired up and ready to go."
May's head was spinning wildly; she knew she had had too much to drink and while she delighted in the way Max was fondling her blouse covered breasts, and even in the way he guided one of her hands so she could discover how big a man he was ... she felt that this would lead to an inevitable tragedy of some sorts.
"I ... I'm one of the party," she laughed thickly.
"Then let's make it a real ball!' laughed Nancy, and then added something else which made Ned shriek with laughter and exclaim, "Now that's my type of girl! Say, let's use the car ... we're out here in the middle of nowhere and there's lots and lots of room here! What say?"
May giggled loudly; the coarse shrillness was proof that she had had too much.
Careful, she told herself in carefree abandonment, you are loaded so watch your step--you'll fall and crash down-and make a loud crash, too!
May Kramer would ordinarily have repulsed any boy before the eyes of the crazed trio and order them to make of a woman's body and lips, the sweet luxury of knowing there would be no pain, no roughness-only sheer heavenly pleasure that is found solely with a woman.
But now, May was too far gone. The whiskey had burned her throat, then fanned out to a spreading warmth and soon had made her feel giddy and easy. She had a strange impulse to rip off her sweater blouse, to expose the lush contours of her breasts, to tweak her own nipples before the eyes of the craze trio and order them to make her feel just great! The whiskey was taking its full toll.
It was hot inside the car. May leaned forward from her back seat, partially aroused, reached to flip on the blower switch on the dash. Instantly, the motor whir was heard and a flood of warm air filled the car. She had wanted cold air but was .confused about everything. Besides, the others wanted warm air.
"Hey!" she yelled as she sat down again. "Get your hand out from under my skirt!" A pang of delight swept through her loins as she sat down on Max's bold hand with the equally bold fingers.
"It feels so good, doesn't it?" Max laughed, looking at Ned and Nancy in front, seeking their attention.
May became annoyed. She lifted her hand, ready to slap Max but he caught her by the wrist, pushed her back on the seat and shifted until she was half-lying half-sitting. The two of them put up a struggle while Max dug beneath her skirt, tweaked her thighs, yanked the elastic band of her panties and explored the soft expanse of her undulating tummy.
"Pig!" she screamed, balling a fist and grazing him off the side of his jaw. "Stop mauling me!" This was going too far. He was touching her where no man ever touched her before!
Max was not dismayed by the resistance. "I like a girl with fight," he was saying, while he paused only long enough to tilt the bottle and gulp down a series of lusty swallows. "Wowie!" he gasped, his eyes bleary and bloodshot, his mouth thick, his words garbled, "that's some stuff!" He was drunk.
They were all drunk and had lost control of themselves.
Nancy was squirming in the front seat, resisting Ned who was pushing her dress up over her knees, stroking her leg and exclaiming, "This is all woman! C'mon, Nan, let's get nice and comfy-what kind of undies you got on?"
It was Max who urged them on and on. "Don't be such a wet blanket, Nancy-let's give May a real show! That's an idea-go ahead, Ned, you and Nancy go to town with each other and we'll watch."
Ned was now in any mood to do anything to get his kicks.
Even May could not resist the impact of the whiskey and the excitement of a foursome. "Go ahead-you go first and...."...." and we go second," finished Max, putting an arm around May's shoulders and then using his free hand to lift her skirt up ... all the way up until the lace trim of her canary colored Suspants. He teased her lower thighs and the fires were being stoked. May had a strange urge to see Max-all the way! She would have tormented him, driven him crazed with desire, made him beg for her ... but she still felt reserved about it all and fought a battle with the equalizing effects of the whiskey.
"Baby, baby," whispered Ned as he captured Nancy in his arms and started to kiss her all over her face. "You're nice and soft...." He was flushed with excitement. His face was feverish with eager anticipation.
Suddenly, Nancy's dress was hiked up high above her waist, exposing black lace panties. "Ooooh," she half-squealed, half-laughed, "you'll tear them!"
"Suppose you take them off." Ned was on fire by the sight of Nancy's svelte hips sealed within the panties. He gripped them tight and made a few tugs until they all saw the soft rise of her pelvic bones, then the shadowy indentation of Nancy's creamy navel, and soon, her triangular tufts.
"My dress, my dress," Nancy was saying drunkenly, while wiggling around on the front seat, her bare legs flashing in the dim light.
"Take it off!" Max commanded from the back seat, still holding May Kramer, but the two of them were leaning forward, excited by the prospect of seeing action. A forbidden action!
It was May who seized the initiative. She took Nancy's dress, pulled it up high, then with a savage gesture, yanked it over the girl's head and threw it down on the floor beneath her own feet.
Clad only in black lace panties and a matching bra, Nancy's rounded breasts were creamy white. The breasts were stuffed into the too-small bra and as the girl laughingly struggled against Ned's advances, the mounds danced around; a deep shadow marked her cleavage and there was promise of a pair of magnificent globes once the bra was removed.
"You, too," begged Nancy, feeling on display and wanting someone else to share the spotlight.
Max rose to the occasion. "Don't be shy," he whispered throatily. His thick lips pressed down upon May's mouth, forcing her back on the seat again, with her legs on the floor in a half-sitting position.
May did not know whether to feel repulsed or excited. The constant rubbing and massaging of Max's hands warmed her, stimulating the long repressed desire and made her want fulfillment. But there was the inborn fear of being hurt, of being used like an instrument solely for male pleasure.
May struggled, tried to kick at Max but he only laughed it off. He kept kissing her, while he yanked up her skirt, pulled it high up around her waist and with a brutal movement, yanked apart the few buttons.
A gush of air kissed May's panty covered buttocks. Her thighs were bathed in a moist vapor. Her skirt was pulled free. She was bare, from the waist down. Only her canary colored Suspants, as tight as a second skin, almost transparent, kept her from being naked! Still, she had her blouse-with a start, she remembered she had no bra and her breasts were warmly naked. She could feel them bouncing around beneath her blouse.
"Max!" she struggled, clawed and hit him, while he only laughed, glancing at the way Nancy and Ned, in front, were almost naked. "Please ... you're hurting me!"
"That's the best part of it," he laughed drunkenly. "Hey-what're those things bouncing around underneath your blouse? Look like big basketballs-let's see!"
He was trying to take off her blouse. His fingers twisted with the buttons and he was pressing tight against her.
May was terrified. She knew she was drunk, but this was just going too far! She was going to be attacked! No ... no ... she would never let any man violate her! She had a flash of memory at the way she and Jeanie shared one another's bodies. It had been sweet and gentle and so good that she never wanted anything better. It was the direct opposite of what she was now experiencing at the hands of this young bull!
And he was a bull-even though he had an innocent, almost boyish face with curly black hair falling over his forehead, he was a big one! He already tore open his shirt. His jeans were belt-less and very tight ... too tight!
"Go ahead, May," laughed Nancy in front, her bra already being torn apart and one pink tipped breast shimmering free, being kissed by Ned with animal-like passion. "Let him have his way...."
The sight of the other girl's breast made May feel a tremor. She wet her lips, imagining that she was kissing the creamy mounds, letting her tongue savor the sweet goodness of the narrow valley between the fleshly warmth. But it was Ned who enjoyed this sheer pleasure ... and May hated Ned.
She hated Max, too, and wanted to torture him because he was fighting with her, demanding her body! Suddenly, she felt his hot lips on her breasts. With a shock, she looked down to discover that Max had yanked the blouse apart and her twin peaks were now being fondled by him.
"Wowie!" Max kept exclaiming, while letting his tongue roll over his drunken lips. "Hey, Neddie, lookit the way they come to a point-just like you told me!" He tweaked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
A shock tore through May. "Max-you're hurting me!" she half-screamed.
They talked about her? It was only a glimmer of thought but May was now aware that others in town must have talked about the way she looked.
"Look, Neddie," Max was saying, "you 'member you told me that they'd bounce up and down-hey-they have those nice slopes ... all curvy and sweet."
She knew, now, that they must snicker and giggle about her when they hung around the town's filling station or sweets shop. How could she have been so naive as to think they would not wonder about her feminine charms? And if they talked before ... what would they say after it was over? Suppose her stepfather heard? And what about her Ma?
But now, with the bottle of whiskey being over her mouth, with the sweet fire burning her throat, with Max kissing her breasts, squeezing one between both hands, narrowing the soft marshmallow and elongating the cone tip, May could not think of what might be. She was forced to revel in the glorious present.
In a reflexive motion, she clamped both thighs together-but Max's hands were caught between them.
"Feel good?" he laughed.
Ohhhhhhh ... it was like sweet nectar....
The hot interplay in the back seat was taking its effect on those in the front. Already, Ned had succeeded in pulling off Nancy's bra, her breasts hanging like Chinese lanterns, dancing back and forth, the red tips as bright as bulbs.
Ned was kissing Nancy hot on the mouth, loving her cheeks, nibbling at her ear lobes, then descending down to the soft hollow of her throat and soon suctioning each fire tipped breast.
"Take off your shirt," ordered Nancy and in a crazed drunken frenzy, pulled apart the buttons and tore off Ned's shirt.
He had a broad chest, thick biceps that bulged with youthful power. The broad planes of his back rippled in masculine strength. "There's more to take off," he yelled lustily. Raising himself up, until he nearly touched the roof of the car, he thrust forth his hips and laughed happily as Nancy started yanking open the buttons of his work worn jeans. Then they were pulled down over his hips.
From behind, May and Max paused in their lovemaking. They both had to gasp. May was rudely shocked when she saw Ned's power. Set between two athletic bronzed thighs, with throbbing musculature, in a jet black nest, was the awe-inspiring symbol of power-in its alert anticipation, gleaming in the dim light of the dashboard.
As Nancy pulled down his jeans until they were around! Ned's ankles, the wavering power was enough to frighten-no, to terrify May. She wanted to get away-to escape this brutal power!
Nancy was laughing crazily, the odor of liquor so pronounced that it was obvious she was far gone. She started doing things to Ned and he hollered out nervously.
"Hey-don't-keep your hands off, willya!" he wiggled his smooth muscled buttocks and ducked out of reach. "That's not the way we want it...."
Max flushed a deep red and lowered his eyes. He turned full attentions to May and laughingly started pulling her blouse apart and forcing it down her protesting arms. "Say ... you're not wearing panties!"
This was heard by the laughing Nancy and the naked Ned in the front seat. They both turned and it was Nancy who yelled, "Take off her skirt-go ahead-let's see...."
She was terrified. May punched and kicked wildly. Suddenly, she was lifted up bodily and flung down in the cramped space on the floor. It was like being bound up in some evil dungeon. There was absolutely no room to turn. Now she was the victim of Max and all of his devices.
"Don't! Don't!" she screamed as he tugged at her skirt ... prying apart the few buttons and suddenly, yanking it all the way down! Then he turned her over on her face and started to examine her from the soft slopes of her shoulders down to her thighs.
"Heck ... she does have panties on-so nice and yellow, too." Max was giggling. In front, it was now Ned's turn to get Nancy in a "skin" condition.
But Max was anxious to get his kicks in a more comfortable surroundings. "Ned," he called, "think you can drive about a mile to that cave? Remember, the one?"
"Yeah, yeah," Ned paused in hot lovemaking and the broad planes of his hard chest glistened with nervous moisture. "We both...." Then he stopped. Drunk as he was, he remembered it was best not to talk about what the two of them did. "Okay ... suppose we go."
Nancy was laughing in half hysteria and forced Ned to take his hands from the wheel and to touch her lush, quaking breasts. She moved his hands downward. "Please-please...." she was begging.
"Can't hold it, eh?" he laughed wildly, his naked feet on the pedals.
"Can you?" she demanded. In a flash, her hands massaged his athletic chest, then went down to the strong ripples of his flat stomach and in a moment, her palms were stroking the upper inner thighs.
"Hey," he screamed. "Don't do it-or you're gonna be a mighty disappointed girl!"
Even in the dim light of the dashboard, it was obvious that he was as tense and taut as an electric wire. Just one touch too much and a short circuit would come shooting out!
"Suppose someone sees us ... riding nekkid in the woods?" Max had just the slightest shred of fear.
We'll ask 'em to join the party!" shrieked Nancy as she snuggled close to the bare thigh of Ned and yelled loud as he gunned up the motor.
They did not have far to go. Fortunately, the road was pitch black at this post-midnight hour. Only the huge headlights pierced the inky darkness; otherwise, they were completely alone and isolated as though they could be on another planet!
May was terrified. She tried to absolve her fears and inhibitions by hoping that it would not be as bad as she anticipated. But the way Max was yanking her elastic band and snapping it against her flesh, the way he grew bolder, whispered all sorts of things in her ear, made her turn frigid with fright.
Max was struggling out of his shirt as the car kept careening ahead. When he lifted his hips, it was to slide his jeans down. Soon, he pushed his naked thigh against her own. The thigh was strong and tickled with a strange hairy delight.
"Don't be so scared," he whispered throatily. He took her hand in his and guided it over his broad chest. He had sinewy muscles, lithe and powerful. His chest was rock hard. Even his stomach had a hard-as-a-plank feel. And when she went between his thighs, she received a jolt.
"Don't worry ... I don't act as fast as Ned ... don't worry...." He was slurring his words, but he knew what he wanted.
Maybe, thought May wildly, I could cool him off. Suppose I would....
With a sudden slap, he pushed her away. "Hey-none of that. I know your tricks. Lots of girls try that on a fellow-an easy way to avoid it. Well, just for that ... wait till I get you in that cave. Scared, ain't'cha? Just wait ... I'll make a real woman out of you ... front and back and sideways."
In front, abruptly, Ned steered to the shoulder, jarred the car to a stop. There was a crunch. Then silence-except for the strange hoot of an owl, a screech of a night bird, a chilly wind rustling in the tree tops.
It was a pagan sight to see Ned bounding out of the car, his athletic body nude in the pale moonlight, every fibre of his manhood alive with taut eagerness. The way his buttocks flashed in the silvery light was a sensuous picture ... almost as though a Grecian statue had come to life in the sacred groves of Elysia.
The others ran out and Ned said to Max, "Grab that clamp there. That's it. Watch those fingers, now. Down she goes!"
Nancy was laughing shrilly. It was isolated here, surrounded by trees, a ghostly mountain in the distance, and the yawning darkness of a small cave. In the night, Nancy was a naked goddess. Her breasts were bathed in silvery moonlight and the curves of her back were etched in soft perfection.
For just a moment, as she paused, with both of her lyre shaped hips drawn together, the shaded triangle holding the forbidden secret and moist trail of sheer ecstasy, Nancy could have been a nymph come to life, out of the woods, offering herself with joy and eagerness.
May was stricken with terror. She watched as they took out blankets, spread them just before thp entrance to the cave. Where could she go? Even, if she wanted to escape, she could not do so! She knew how to drive-but the keys were hidden somewhere. Ned had removed them from the ignition switch and laughingly remarked, "Now you all better do what I say-or just walk back!"
Max was hard and anxious as he took her in his strong arms. Standing nakedly together in this hot embrace, she felt the way he was working down her Suspants. In a moment, they slithered down her legs and she felt them tickle her ankles. She kicked them away, in a silky puddle. The cool night breeze kissed her pear shaped buttocks.
"Soft ... nice and soft...." Max was whispering. "Let's do it...."
"Wait," she was almost weeping, "lets ... watch!" anything ... any excuse if just to stall. But for what? There was no escape!
Together, arm in arm, they watched as Ned and Nancy writhed on the blanket. There was a muffled expulsion of air from Nancy's lungs a sign that she was receiving the ultimate.
Dazed, Mona watched the scene unfold before her, just as though it were a stag movie. She could not even believe it was true, that it was happening to her. Here she was, alone in he midst of the woods, with an eager young bull stud beside her, fondling her, tweaking her nipples, then stroking her satin smooth hips stealing between her thighs, even daring to probe so deep that she jumped from the sudden spasms that erupted. She was on fire! She knew that she was on fire.
She wanted someone-anyone-to quench that fire or she would scream from the mounting tensions.
"Real good." Max was muttering softly as he watched the way Ned and Nancy kept writhing on the blanket. Their motions became more frantic, their mutterings louder and more frenzied.
May felt the impact as she sensed a wild, hot stab of desire go through her and watched the pulsing bodies draw and clutch.
It was Nancy who first exclaimed the swelling exultation, the outburst of pure gratification. "Ned!" she screamed. "Oh, Ned! NED!"
In a flash, Ned's strong buttocks became taut. There was a powerful ripple of the muscles on his naked torso and a sudden thrust.
May Kramer felt it-she felt the demoniac churning in her stomach; the liquid heat filled her, turning her to mush. At the same time, she moved closer to Max, wanted to enjoy the thrill of his hands on her body, begged him to kiss her all over.
Max kissed her mouth, then went to her breasts, scooped them up in both hands and let his tongue lash them back and forth!
May was trembling; her knees felt wobbly and weak, turning to jelly-just as her jelly like breasts were being mauled and bruised.
The fire was stoked. The flash of intense pain tore through her loins and she began to move her lyre shaped hips in an ancient rhythm. She threw back her head, her glossy jet black hair teasing her naked shoulders, and her swollen lips parted to greet the invading tongue of her captor.
"Love me," she whispered. "Love me...." She shivered and nearly collapsed as a series of twitches and spasms rocked her body.
Max was on his knees, kissing the soft underside of her heavy breasts, then nibbling at the folds of her dimpled tummy. When he tangled in the forest of Eden, May reared back and gurgled with a shock of intense pleasure.
Oh, if only it could be this way ... if it could bo just this one way....
"Hey, none of that!"
It broke their reverie. They reeled on the balls of their feet and dizzily clung to each other to see Nancy and Ned weakly leaning against each other, watching the scene.
"No fair," sighed Nancy. "We want ta see the whole thing ... the whole way...."
Ned proffered a bottle to Max and giggled as he said, "Drink this firewater-all the way, buddy. And then you'll go off like a house on fire!"