Chapter 7
Lydia screamed in shock and ran to get a blanket to throw around herself, aware of the steaming sex juices that poured down her thighs. Calvin stood there frozen, holding his stiff cock as they stared at him.
Then he said to Lydia: "Well, Miss Red Fox, I see you've found another young mechanic type to fuck."
"You-you dirty minded jerk!" cried Lydia.
But Chris, still tied on the bed and who'd first stared in surprise, now began to laugh. "We've been voyeured! Don't stand there man; get it off, get it off!"
"I ain't going to get it off," said Calvin, sullenly, backing up.
"Come on," urged Chris. "You watched us get it off. Now we should get to watch you get it off. Turnabout is fair play."
"No, no," said Lydia.
"I ain't no freak, tied up and playing weird games like you," said Calvin. He was blushing deeply.
"Lydia'll jack you off, suck you off," cried the hippie in delight.
"Not in a million years," Lydia protested, hugging the blanket around her. "He... he gave me a bad time last night."
Chris didn't seem to understand. "Of course. You're beautiful. Nature always wins."
"More like hot cunt," said Calvin. "She fucks everything-except maybe her fianc'. Come on, Fox girl, take my prick like the man says."
"Oh, Chris!" complained Lydia.
But Chris said: "We can try another game. I'm the outraged husband, all tied up on the bed, while my wife and her lover suck off in front of me."
"Hey, I'll buy that!" said Calvin.
"Like fun!" said Lydia. "Any time I'd have a greasy mechanic like you as a lover and pass up a great guy like Chris as a husband, I'm ready to be taken out and shot."
Calvin sulked, "You liked it last night."
Chris said: "Then here's what we can do. I'm still the husband, only this time it's a burglar invaded our home. He ties me up, he fucks my helpless wife."
"She ain't going to put out," said Calvin, sadly. "No way."
"Then I'll suck you," said Chris. "You've got a terrific cock."
Calvin's jaw dropped. "You'd suck my cock?"
"I like sex!" roared the golden man on the bed. "Any sex, all sex. We're all sweet humans with fine sexual bodies. Bring that thick sausage over to me and I'll eat the marrow out of it."
"Homo!" breathed Calvin.
"A dumb word!" exulted Chris.
Lydia was dumbfounded, but she also felt a rise in her belly. "Go ahead, Calvin. You can get your hot rocks off."
"No way. I ain't queer."
She sneered, "Just stupid."
"Come on," said Chris. "Stop slamming each other. We can have a great party."
Lydia said: "I'll suck you, Calvin. I'll do it... only first I want to see you make it with Chris. See you squirt it inside a man's mouth."
"You're trying to homo me," protested Calvin. "Suck me first, then I'll let him do it."
"No, no!" said Lydia. "The homosuck first. The other way, you'd just laugh at us and leave after I did you. Come on, Calvin... Lydia was swinging now. "I... want to see two guys make it. Like Chris says, nature doesn't care. Besides, I won't get another chance like this in my whole life."
"I won't stay hard. I won't be able to come."
"Lydia will help," said Chris. "You could kind of pet her."
Lydia was delighted now. She and Chris were putting Calvin in a box where he didn't want to go, but he couldn't walk away from the chance for sex. His thick prick was hot and hungry.
"Could work the other way," Calvin protested.
"Chris homo's me and then you laugh at me and don't give me girl head."
"I swear I'll give you head," said Lydia. "Just as soon as you can throw it again."
"I'll make her do it," promised Chris.
The two of them stared at their voyeuristic victim. "Well... said Calvin. "I ain't never done anything like this, but I'm sure hot for action. If you'll stay tied up like that... "
Chris cheered, Lydia laughed; Chris said: "Okay, Calvin, strip and let's get the party going again."
Chris, hands tied, sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to slide his mouth over Calvin's stiff prick. Calvin quailed as he felt his manhood capped by another male's mouth. But Lydia was there to help. She stood next to Calvin at right angles to his body and then bent across to kiss the mechanic. Calvin kissed her eagerly, thrusting his tongue between her soft sensual lips. At the same time he cupped one of her classical breasts in his hand.
Releasing his kiss, Calvin gasped: "My God, that's crazy!" He could feel the hot mouth bobbing in sexy friction on his prick; he could hug Lydia's warm, naked body and squeeze her breast, the nipple hot to his palm and he could French kiss into her wet, willing mouth all at the same time. This thrilling, complete contact made his cock lock to flint hardness in spite of the fact he was giving his meat to another man.
Nobody said much. Chris had his mouth full of Calvin's blade and Calvin was kissing Lydia and squeezing her breast. To Lydia, she got hot all over again, because she could feel a powerful sex message pass to her from Chris through the unusual medium of Calvin's body and sex nerves. They were going to jerk juice out of this clod.
She could hear Chris's slobber sounds on the cock, she could feel Calvin's groin pleasure, feel him quiver to his sex capture, feel him respond back to her, working her breast almost painfully and kissing her, drinking her free-flowing saliva. His heart, against her chest, pumped like he was running in the Olympics.
Calvin had done many 69's mouth to cunt, while his prick thrust up into female lips. He'd never felt the sensation of being able to kiss a woman while he was being sucked. He detected the discontinuity between the mouth on his prick and the tongue between his teeth, but the sum total was sexual excitement that made the blood roar past his ears. His potential orgasm rose and rose and rose.
Calvin had been high already, from the moment he heard the voices of the lovers that brought him from his search outside the cabin to the bedroom door which he eased open to witness their action.
Now he was in the thick of it, getting hot suck and feeling a little scared; and then even more scared as he felt his sexuality deep down in his toes. A man shouldn't be able to feel so good, being homo sucked! But it was his fondling Lydia that made him so hot, that must be it.
He was going out of his head, down into his animal, fucking up to the homo suck. He changed from dread to delight to hungry desire to be taken. He mewed in his throat. He broke his kiss.
"Ah, oh, Jesus! Good!"
Chris prided himself on considering-all sex acts equal. You might prefer a woman but you never turned aside honest sex. It proved your own total sexuality. Even so, Calvin was no prize. He was young enough, lean enough, but it was something else that excited Chris.
Amy's husband! Ever since he'd fucked the luscious mountain maiden two days ago, he wondered about Calvin and how the man made out with his voluptuous wife. Now here was a priceless opportunity to have sexually taken both a wife and her husband, neither knowing about the acts of the other.
This prick that slid so greedily in his mouth properly belonged in the hot tunnel of the gorgeous Amy. Her cunt was the normal outlet for this thick male meat that he now preempted. Chris felt his own sex power returning. What an exotic situation-to have filled Amy's cunt and emptied her husband's prick!
He sucked and loved the male meat, making a hum of delight as he worked, sensing the pressures and uses of his tongue, teeth and lips that he knew a man would enjoy. It had great effect. Calvin had to break his rhythm as his orgasm crept up on him and he throbbed. Chris felt a wild delight now-he and Lydia would blow the man right off the mountain.
Calvin's knees trembled. God, thought Chris, it feels great to make this poor, weak guy throw his jism. He doubled his demand on the straining cock.
Calvin could no longer hold Lydia, nor kiss her. "Ah, oh, God!" he cried. His prick felt like it was a molten mass of sex nerves, throbbing fires of pure pleasure. His thighs trembled and locked, the freeze went up his body slooooowly. "Erk!" was his last sound.
God! Wham! He paid off the first luscious spurt from teased, aching guts, flung out with heavy back pressure. God, it was heaven...
Chris drank eagerly, pressing against the man's buttocks and lightly squeezing his balls to help the action. It felt fantastic to make the whole sex circuit blow-cock throbbing, deep nerves spasming, hot liquid gushing out, muscles frozen like living marble.
Wham, wham, wham! Chris swallowed all the body-hot starch.
Lydia almost came herself as she felt Calvin lose his volition and spend. The weaker man was squirting out his milk to the stronger one. The slob had more homo in him than man, or why would he always prefer sucking? Well, her Chris had blown him properly.
Calvin fell away from the two of them, his big cock red from the friction and fast drying from Chris's stinging saliva. The pre-digestive juice on your meat always gave you that wonderful after-tingle.
"Man, that was something, something... " he muttered. He sank to the floor with a glow extending from the back of his head to his toes and a cream feeling in his drained guts. Who'd've thought a man-suck could feel so good?
Lydia hugged the seated Chris and before she knew what was happening, Mr. Sex rammed his tongue between the lips of her fast flowing cunt.
"Oh, Chris!" she thrilled.
He broke off for a second. "Might as well take the tongue, honey. The machine's still turned on."
And he gave her a luscious suck to orgasm while she stood before him with her legs apart as Calvin had shortly before.
They rested now, Calvin somewhat embarrassed that he'd let a man cocksuck him. God, did it mean he really had some homo blood in him? He almost wished he didn't feel so good. But the next round with that sexy Red Fox would put everything right.
Chris and Lydia whispered in the kitchen area of the larger room, where they had to find a knife to undo Chris's wrists. Lydia told Chris how Calvin had used and raped her last night.
"Really?" he asked.
"God's truth," she swore.
"Then we'll fix him," said Chris, rubbing his freed wrists. "That was practically rape, all right and he deserves punishment. Here's what you have to do." He told her.
"But I'd have to fuck him."
"You'd have to fuck him-get him going good."
She hesitated only a moment. "All right, Chris. That clod deserves it."
A half hour later they began again. At first Calvin was suspicious when Lydia told him he could fuck her instead of the suck. But Chris answered that.
"You got sucked. Lydia got sucked. Now I want a hot suck-from a female that's being fucked."
"We could do it the other way," Calvin suggested. "You screw her, she sucks me."
"My suck turn!" Chris insisted and so Lydia teased Calvin hard, then lay back and spread her legs and Calvin crawled into her saddle, cock rock solid for this bonus. After all, he'd already proved he could last in Red Fox's delicious cunt. It'd be a great ride.
Soon she was grunting from his thrusts, amazed that Calvin, whom she liked only half as well as Chris, could make her cunt feel so good, make her juice up so hotly. It must be his fat prick-he could fuck all right. Give him that.
"Oh, oh!" She grunted, feeling the hot friction begin to take her.
"Hot... fucking, Red Fox!" said Calvin, thrusting his blade deep into her. He'd show her he could outfuck this hippie homo weirdo!
Chris was hard and ready just from watching Lydia heat up Calvin's prick and take him into her. Not yet in the action, he marveled at the sight of two humans fucking. Beautiful! You could hear the sounds of meat riding into meat, a primal sound that drove his sex hunger higher.
"Go, go, go!" he called in delight. He bent Lydia's head back to shove his cock in her mouth as Calvin pulled back a little to make room, still shoving hard.
The man's eyes bugged in effort, his forehead sweated. "Rich... Red Fox!" It was possible to love even this limited man in his single-minded devotion to sex.
"Not ready yet," said Chris and went around the bed. Out of Calvin's sight, he greased his cock with some of Tippy's suntan cream that she'd left here on one of her money hunts.
Calvin wasn't even one per cent suspicious as Chris moved behind him. He was grunting happily: "Give me more, more cunt, hot bitch!"
His body and Lydia's sucked air between them with a sexy sound... and then Chris made his move. Calvin felt himself seized from behind by two powerful arms that locked his at his sides. At the same time he felt something large and hot prod between his buttocks.
"Hey," said Calvin. "HEY!"
To Chris it was an ecstatic moment because it was a sex sensation he'd never felt before. Prodding his cock in the warm crack, feeling for Calvin's ass button... then lunging on it. Calvin jumped like he was shot as the knob of Chris's cock pressed his sensitive nerves at the sphincter. It was the goose of all time.
"You... homo... bastard... "
Calvin struggled in panic against the locked arms of the younger man. Calvin's cock slid out of Lydia's cunt as she eased out from under him, turning him over to Chris.
Now it was muscle against muscle as Calvin thrashed in Chris's powerful hug. Their naked bodies strained together, Calvin cursing, Chris crying happily.
"I want your ass, lad, your ass!"
It was also muscle against muscle down below as Calvin instinctively locked his sphincter and Chris tried to force it with a no-less determined hard-on. At first Chris felt a stab of pain as his cock bent and he doubted he could violate his man, but the grease began to help.
Calvin cried out in panic. Strong as he was, he couldn't break that bear hug and he felt the terrible doom of the stiff muscle probing his hole to force him to the final shame.
"You... goddam... ass-fucking bastard!"
"Give... sex!" Chris gasped.
Standing aside, Lydia rode her finger on her own clitoris. It was fabulous to see two naked males struggling, one trying to ass rape the other one. Her cunt flowed hotly, her nerves sang in pleasure. Chris was using Calvin's body just as Calvin had used hers last night in the fur coat episode, and revenge was sweet.
Calvin bent down, hoping to get his hand between his legs to stop the plundering cock. It was a fatal mistake-the movement opened his buttocks wider to Chris's thrusting prick. Calvin felt a numbness as his sphincter tired and then a gut-piercing pain and he screamed. "Ohhhh!"
At the same moment Chris gave a shout of triumph as he felt his cock head warmed by body heat. He'd violated the ass muscle! "Ahhhh!"
Lydia was treated to a fabulous sight. She could see Chris's golden prick standing off between Calvin's hairy buttocks. Then she saw it slowly disappear from sight as it penetrated Calvin's hole.
"Oh, my God!" she thrilled, imagining the hot cock in the tight wet gut. She locked her legs and came, her libido riding the vengeance prick.
Calvin shuddered and gasped as he felt the warm, stiff meat ooze into his gut. Pain shot through his body as his asshole distended and was forced to accommodate the big, ruthless cock.
"K-kill you!" he raged weakly.
Chris was in heaven. The weaker man's sphincter gave his plundering cock hot friction as he rode it deep up the unwilling anus. He felt the strange feel of gut walls rubbing his cock, an unnatural cunt created by his cock thrust power. Now his blade was as deep up Calvin's channel as it would go and he held the struggling man tightly.
"This is for... what you did... last night... Lydia."
"No, no!" cried Calvin. There was a new terror in his voice. The first pain of violation had dulled. Now he merely felt unpleasantly full back there. He felt also a new, exciting sensation. He felt the silken, sexy stroke and the burn of Chris's prick rubbing his prostate. Calvin's sex desire was being stroked up in spite of himself.
"Take it out... you bastard... I'll kill you!" It was half a threat, half begging.
"Lydia begged... but you took her... now... I take you!" said Chris. And he began to fuck the asshole, his spirits soaring as the pleasure waves rose. It felt strange and very sexy, especially when Calvin's buttocks tensed helplessly against his thighs.
"Ah, oh, God!" managed Calvin.
He hovered on the brink of something black and horrible. Being made to spend from a hot, homosexual prick stroking his prostate up his ass-no, never! But it felt sexier and sexier. The other's cock was oiling him up.
Then Chris got his arm under Calvin's belly and pulled him up. Lydia dove her head under the cock and in seconds she had Calvin's dong in her mouth, still half hard from fucking her, still gleaming from her girl oil. She could taste herself on him. "Mmm-mmm," she murmured ingesting his cock.
"Ah... no... God!" wailed Calvin as shocks of pure delight raced up his cock. Red Fox was sucking him! He was trapped between the big cock in his rear and the hot mouth on his prick. The pain had completely vanished, like water on a hot stove; it was all pleasure now, his guts possessed and locked by his lovers and his hot sex nerves being teased and tortured into a bliss that would drive him mad. The silken burn of his stimulated prostate plus the rich thrills of his cock being sucked in Lydia's sensual mouth-he couldn't stand it.
"Please, please, please!" begged Calvin, shivering in the anticipation of the inevitable sex death. Much as he hated it, he was going to have to give up his manhood to the queer. At least it took a woman to help out.
Lydia could feel the pre-orgasmic throb of the cock in her mouth and began to rub her clit again and moan. This was hea... ven... ly... rich... precious... Chris's thrusts drove the swollen meat in her mouth deeper; then she'd pull back and move the cock skin over the muscle for still more friction. Calvin howled in delight and fear at his coming sex death.
"Aaaaa-oooo!"
"Oh... my... God... I can't... b-believe it," said Chris. Once again he was communicating with Lydia with the man's guts between them. It was rapture. "Oh, oh, God!" he called. He was driving the man's whole sex system; he was going to be able to trip the valve on Calvin's prick and make him spurt in Lydia's eager mouth whenever he wanted.
His own cock swelled and throbbed in exultant delight as he felt the man's body grow passive and begin to take his ass fuck. Calvin was all but mastered now. He was shuddering, losing control, going animal. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"
"I'm going to drive... him over now," he called to Lydia. "Ready?"
She dropped the cock long enough to call "Ready," and seized it again, hot and wet in her mouth.
"Nowrowrrrr!" went Calvin.
Chris began to bite and lick the soft skin where the man's neck met his shoulder. It felt good to seize that skin in his teeth, leave his mark. He suddenly flashed on Amy. He'd planted seed deep in her body; now he was going to plant seed in her husband's guts. "Take my baby!" he called in illogical delight.
Calvin was up to his crazy point. "I'm... fu-fucked!" he gasped, surrendering.
Chris gave a howl of triumph, bit the neck and drove Calvin to orgasm with hot thrusts.
"Aaaaaooooo!" went Calvin, freezing. Chris thrust forward and forced the first involuntary spurt out of Calvin's body through his prick into Lydia's mouth. He heard her muffled cry and knew Calvin's gruel was flying, driven out of his loins.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Chris felt the muscle at Calvin's asshole contract and throb at the base of his cock as the gushes came. The sensation of that helpless male sex spending at his command was delicious.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Lydia strangled a little at the rich bursts but swallowed the seed her lover fucked out of the man.
As Calvin fell off his orgasm and sunk, completely emptied, Chris felt his own cock rise.
"Go... ing!" he cried and locked his arms about Calvin to let his own hot pleasure blasts go, feeling his thrilled cock toss hot darts of jism high in Calvin's body. "Oh, God, I made your guts. So grrrreaattt!"
Chris grunted, rinsing the taken tunnel with throbs deep in tender male parts. Then he lay in spent glory atop his passive masculine victim.
When Calvin struggled up Chris let him go, his cock sliding out of the man's hole. Calvin got up, said "Kill you!" but went for his clothes instead of Chris.
"Next time don't jump defenseless ladies," Chris told him.
"Besides," said Lydia, "I promised you oral and you got oral, didn't you?"
Calvin put on his clothes. "You sure fixed me, you assfucker! No jury in this country will convict me when I put a rifle bullet in your head. And don't come around Mountain Rest no more!"
He left, slamming the bedroom door, hating the glorious after-fuck feeling and aware that he carried another man's semen in his body.
"Is he dangerous?" asked Lydia when he'd been gone a few minutes.
Chris laughed. "I doubt it. He just had two wonderful orgasms at the cost of a little ego. I don't see him shooting me and risking prison after that."
"Chris, you're the Prince of Sex. You'll do anything." Her eyes gleamed in admiration. "It was fabulous to see a male fuck a male. Thank you for the chance."
"Believe it or not, that was my first cornhole, male or female. It doesn't matter to nature, however; animals get in the wrong hole lots of times. Just so we fully use our sex equipment and give love. Now I'm going for a swim to wash off his germs. Why don't you take a nap, Lydia until I come back? There's time for another game."
She pressed his hand. "Maybe just one more." Glowing, she fell back on the bed to nap, closing her mind to her nagging guilt feelings about Tim. Poor Tim... wasting the day in bed... alone. She surely had a lot to make up to him for what she'd done along sex lines in the past two days.