Chapter 2
"I need a fuck," Carol Jacobs told herself. How long since she'd even dared think about such a thing? Two months? Three months? And how long had she been driving? It seemed like an eternity, driving, driving, trying to run away from Frank's memory. And trying to run away from her own lust. It was all coming back now. The dullness was fading. She could think about Frank now a little more rationally. If she could only get rid of the guilt.
She knew she shouldn't feel any guilt. It was Frank's weakness, not her own sins that had made him commit suicide. But sometimes guilt is stronger than rationality. It hadn't helped when he'd caught her in bed with Harold. But what else could he expect after virtually ignoring her sexual needs for the best part of a year?
Carol's sex drive had always been too much for Frank. Not at first, of course, when he had romanced her as a timid, young virgin. Then he had felt in control, the leader, the man, training a wide-eyed girl how to fuck. But Carol learned fast. Among other things, she learned she loved to fuck. And that she had a talent for it. The more her own sexuality grew, the more Frank's diminished. "You scare the hell out of me," he had finally told her after one particularly wild fuck. After that he'd barely touched her.
So, after months of frantic horniness, Carol had let herself be sucked in by Harold. Another weakling, actually, a psychiatrist who was just as afraid of women as Frank. Women who like to fuck and knew it, that is.
But he could protect himself behind a screen of psychological jargon. Anytime he felt threatened, he analyzed the problem, usually leaving Carol fuming with wrath and growing more and more confused. At least he fucked, if not very well, always trying some new, face-saving, mechanical technique in "total body awareness", or "sexual personality integration", or some other crap that helped him avoid actually meeting a woman face to face, body to body.
It was Harold who actually began implanting guilt in Carol's mind. Guilt for her enthusiastic joy over getting fucked. So she was ripe for self guilt when Frank blew his brains out. Carol tried to tell herself that Frank probably would have done it anyhow. If he hadn't found her in bed with Harold, then he would have done it over his failing business, or over some long-held notion his parents had never loved him. Or even over the weather. He was gutless.
But all her life, like everybody else, Carol had been taught to believe women were weak and helpless, and men were towers of strength. Her rather pushy attempts at self-assertion had already begun to make her uneasy. Who was she to buck the system? Harold had further shaken her by trying to help the independent young woman adjust. Frank's suicide had driven the last nail home. Her punishment for sexual precocity had manifested itself in the destruction of others.
Guilty, guilty, guilty. For the last three months, Carol's sex drive had completely dried up. The very thought of doing something so potentially dangerous to others made her sick. Her time had at first been taken up by settling Frank's estate. He may have been a failure in business, but his inherent timidness had made him a fervent buyer of life insurance. Carol was suddenly rather well off. Blood money, she called it. But she didn't give it away.
Eventually, sitting around the empty house had begun to drive her out of her mind. Carol bought a new car and started to travel. Just driving, no place in particular, crossing the country. By the time she got to California, subtle changes had taken place in her mind and body. The farther she went, the less oppressed she felt. Her sex drive began to return. Sitting all day, jiggling gently as she drove along, her pussy squeezed softly between her thighs and she began to have reactions. Then suddenly she realized it. "I need a fuck."
But how? Who? Just pick up some bum along the road? Jesus, why not? That would certainly be simple. Then she saw him, the hitchhiker. Carol had been heading up into the mountains. Along the winding road she saw a bearded young man with his thumb out. On an impulse she pulled over and stopped.
"Gee, thanks," he said as he clambered into the front seat. "You going all the way up to the top of the mountain?" "I-I guess so," Carol replied. How strange to have a man sitting next to her again. She sneaked a glance. Her passenger was older than she had thought at first, around thirty. There was a disorganized wildness about him, the way his hair stuck out in every which direction. The mad glitter of his bright blue eyes. But, not a dangerous wildness.
"My car broke down,". he told her. "So I have to hitchhike when I want to go down to the coast." "You live up here?" "Up in the town on the crest. You just passing through?" "I suppose so."
For the next ten minutes neither Carol nor the hitchhiker said much. She learned his name was Chris. A slow sexual tension began to build. Both Carol and Chris felt it. Carol felt a boiling heat growing between her thighs. She forgot about her driving. "Hey, don't you think you're driving a little too fast in these hills? They're steep as hell," Chris finally warned her. "You're liable to overheat."
Carol smiled inwardly. She already was overheating. She wondered if he could smell her bubbling cunt. Then she glanced down at the temperature gauge. "Oh, my! It's clear in the red," she said. Now they could both smell the overheated engine. It was only a couple more miles into the mountain village. By the time Carol pulled into the only service station, a plume of steam was jetting out from under the hood.
"I'm, afraid the head might be cracked," the station attendant told her. "Oh, is it hard to fix?" "Not too bad, but it'll take us a few days to get the parts. I'm afraid you're stuck." "Oh, darn," Carol said, not really meaning it. She was tired of just driving. "Is there a hotel here?" "Afraid not. There used to be one but it went bust. Most everbody just passes through now." "I've got a cabin just a little ways off," Chris volunteered. "You're welcome to stay until your car's fixed."
Carol suspected a certain amount of winking behind her back had been going on between Chris and the mechanic. But she didn't care. Taking a long look at Chris and liking once again what she saw, she decided to accept. "If it won't put you out too much," she said.
Chris' cabin was more than just a little way off. With Chris carrying most of her luggage, the two of them hiked about a mile and a half, mostly uphill. But it was a nice day and the scenery was beautiful. Tall pines covered the rugged slopes. It was spring, and the grass was thick.
Finally the cabin was in sight-not much to look at but sunk back in the midst of a thick stand of trees. Some squirrels dashed around on the roof. The interior was a mess. Collections of junk everywhere, but a pile of inviting cushions in front of the huge fireplace. "This is where you sleep," Christ said apologetically. "Joe and I have the bedrooms." "Joe?" "He's an old buddy of mine from the Army. He's staying here for a while."
Carol met Joe at dinner. She wasn't impressed. He was a dark, stocky man, almost offensively abrupt. His eyes swept hungrily over Carol's lush figure. By nightfall, Carol was nervous. Eye signals passed between Chris and Joe, and Joe went grumbling to his room. A creaking of springs from behind his closed door soon signified he was in bed. Chris brought Carol some blankets and helped her spread them out on the cushions in front of the fireplace. A warm blaze still flickered on the hearth: The game began.
"You look all worn out," Christ said. "My shoulders and back ache from all that driving," Carol admitted. "Want me to rub you down?" Carol pretended to hesitate. "That would be nice," she finally said. "Okay. You get out of some of those clothes, I'll go get some oil." Deciding she'd better not rush too fast, Carol left on her bra and panties and snuggled under the warm blankets. In a few minutes Chris returned and pulled down the blankets a little, baring her back.
He started to rub after pouring some oil on Carol's back. "I'm afraid the oil's going to wreck your bra," he said. He unfastened the strap and peeled it from her back. His strong, knowing hands kneading into her stiff muscles felt wonderful to her. Carol soon felt so relaxed that she obligingly rolled over at Chris' urging and let him rub her chest. The bra disappeared almost immediately, and Chris went to work on her tits. Carol gave a dreamy, shuddering little sigh.
"Jesus Christ," Chris muttered. Carol had the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen. They felt fantastically solid and firm as his fingers sunk into their resilient softness. Very quickly the pink little nipples began to push up against the palms of his hands. "Mmmmmmm," Carol sighed. The pretending was over. She was starting to react. Oh, it felt good!
Carol raised her ass off the pillows to make it easier for Christ when he pulled off her panties. In the firelight, her curly brown pubic hair was a mass of dark invitation. Chris cupped his hand around Carol's cunt mound, pressing against the soft fur-covered flesh. "Aaaaaahhhh," Carol sighed gratefully. Her legs opened, giving Chris instant access to her cunt. His middle finger slipped into her pussy slit. Carol jerked as she felt her sensitive flesh react.
His finger was bathed in slippery heat. She's wet as hell, he thought excitedly. And she had a nice cunt. A broad; incurving mound with a slippery slit in the center. He was going to love fucking her. Chris gave up the charade of massage and lay down next to Carol. He began sucking and licking at her tits, drawing her pebble-hard nipples into his mouth. "Mmmmmm," Carol sighed, thrusting her tits against his face. She loved the feel of his beard tickling her breasts. And while he was sucking on the quivering mounds, Chris managed to work his finger into Carol's quivering cunt.
"Ooooohhhh," Carol moaned. Her hips began to writhe slowly against Chris' impaling finger. It was the first time she had felt anything up inside her cunt for a long time. Even her own finger. She loved it. Hot waves of pleasure washed throughout her loins. So far Carol hadn't actually thought about fucking Chris. What he was doing to her already felt good enough. As far as she was concerned, it could go on forever.
But Chris had his own ideas. His breathing had been getting faster and faster, and finally he could stand it no longer. He wanted to be skin to skin. "Oh!" Carol yelped as Chris suddenly pulled his finger out of her cunt. Her hips hunched and then held still. Chris was sitting up, undressing. Wide-eyed, Carol watched his clothes fall away. She hadn't had very many lovers, and it was still a thrill to watch a man undress. Chris was lean and powerful. Flat hard muscles armored his chest, shoulders and belly. He was a big man, about six-feet, and in very good shape.
Carol grew hotter as she admired his build. And his cock! Lean and powerful, too, half-hard, dangling potently between his strong thighs. For the first time Carol felt a really strong desire to have it shoved up her out-of-practice cunt. Chris was willing. Lying down next to the nude brunette again, he resumed fondling and sucking her tits, and shoved one finger after another up her cunt.
Carol was intensely aware of Chris' cock growing harder and harder, pressing against her thigh. God, she could actually feel it throbbing! She began to stroke Chris' big rod. The swollen shaft flared larger within the circle of her fingers. Now he was massaging her clit! Carol's breath sucked in as Chris' finger stabbed against the sensitive little button. Oh, God! He was making her so hot!
At last, it was time to fuck! Chris, panting heavily, crawled on top of Carol's nude, ready body. She felt his fingers pushing back her pussy lips, making room for his bloated cock-head. Then the rubbery tip was pushing past the opening to her cunt, sliding inside. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Carol moaned deliriously. It felt so good! How wonderful to have her cunt full of hard male meat!
Instinctively Carol began to fuck back as Chris shoved his cock deep up inside her cunt. Her legs wrapped hungrily around his waist, opening herself to him, urging him deeper. Her hands caressed his neck and shoulders. "Oh, Jesus, you feel good!" Chris blurted, staring down at the beautiful woman writhing beneath him. Her cunt had closed around his cock like a milking machine.
"You bet I do," she whimpered back. Her entire body was quivering with pleasure as Chris slowly, steadily, shoved his cock into her cunt. Instantly, unwelcome memories flood into her mind-memories of Frank and Harold and how bad it had been with them. Carol's body cooled. Chris' cock inside her cunt still felt good, but not as good as before. The wonderful orgasm which she had realized lurked only minutes away, slid out of sight. Unconsciously, Carol began to hold back, to turn herself off. Chris sensed the change. What the hell happened, he wondered? Automatically he started to fuck harder, to get Carol back to the same height of passion as before.
It didn't work. Carol's loins still thrust slowly up against his, but mechanically. She had decided that she would give him as good a fuck as she could. Help him come. Sad inside, Carol was resigning herself to a lifetime of half-enjoyed sex. Never would she allow herself her exuberant sexual abandon of before.
Then she became aware of a new presence. Another hand was pawing at her tits, a shorter thicker one than Chris'. Turning her head abruptly, her startled eyes fell on Joe. And he was naked! Jolted, Carol's first instinct was to jerk away, to try to cover herself. But something made her stop. Staring into Joe's leering, dark face, a perverse excitement flooded her. Not yet knowing quite what, she felt something new growing deep within her soul.
Chris didn't seem to mind Joe's being there. He kept steadily fucking into Carol's tight cunt. He even smiled at Joe once. Joe, meanwhile, was brutally fondling Carol's big tits, hurting her a little. Carol usually hated thoughtless roughness, or she used to. But no longer. Joe began to excite her. Within minutes she was moaning and writhing as hotly as she had when Chris first started fucking her. There was something obscene, terribly exciting about having two men ravaging her at the same time.
Chris seemed to think so, too. As Carol's lovely body grew wilder and wilder under him, his own excitement increased. Her cunt was sucking and pulling at his cock. "Unnnghhhh!" he suddenly grunted. Holding still a moment, Chris gathered all his energy as his cock started to shudder and jerk. "Yaaahhhh!" With a wild cry, the powerful young man began pumping his jizz into Carol's cunt. She bucked and moaned beneath him, conscious of his hot load gushing up into her cunt. Conscious also of Joe sucking on her tits, she reached down and squeezed his cock firmly, thrilling to the hot, hard feel of the big organ.
She got her first good look at Joe's naked body as Chris tumbled wearily from her. He was also powerfully built, but much chunkier than Chris. Coarse black hair sprouted on his chest and shoulders. There was a certain rigidity to his muscles that contrasted markedly to Chris' lean flexibility. But he had a cock, and it was hard. A steaming need was bubbling up inside Carol's cunt. It had only seemed to grow hotter after Chris had fucked her.
"Oooohhhh, fuck me!" she moaned. It was the first time she had ever said that to a man. She had never really needed to before. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" She was pleading and she knew it. And stranger still, she felt right doing it. That's what a woman's role should be. Now she understood!
"Oh, fuck me! Stick your cock up my cunt! Dominate me!" she panted. She reached eagerly for Joe. He leered triumphantly down at her, pleased by her horniness. Her body was writhing uncontrollably, her big luscious tits jiggling and bouncing as she invited him into her cunt. Shoving his cock up her cunt was easy. Carol's cuntlips spread to receive his plunging cock. "Uuummmpphhh!" she grunted as Joe slammed down against her body.
"Yesssss. Fuck me. Use me!" she crooned. Her hips were drumming against Joe's relentlessly pounding cock. "Unh . . . unh ... unh . . . " the writhing brunette panted. She was getting hotter and hotter. She had a lot to make up for, a lot of guilt to work off. Now she knew how to do it, how to pay Frank back for the shameless way she'd used him. It was her turn to get used.
"Aaaaaiiiieee!" Carol had her first orgasm. Writhing and twisting under Joe, it was all the big man could do to hold her down. "Jesus, what a wildcat!" He exclaimed. And the way her cunt was clamping greedily around his cock, he didn't know how much longer he could last.
Joe, a brutish man, sensed Carol's insatiability. He was just the one to fuck her. "Eat cock, cunt!" he growled. Carol trembled as she heard the crude words. Another fire flared out of control in her cunt and she was coming again. "AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" Joe bellowed. He was coming, too. This incredibly sensual little bitch was just too much! Half-kneeling, Joe sank his powerful, stubby fingers into the girl's soft hips and began to jerk her cunt up and down against his spouting cock. He wanted to shove all the way up into her guts.
Every time Carol's cunt wrapped around Joe's cock, it heightened the pleasure. Filled with spewing cum, Joe's cock shuddered and swelled even more, adding to the intensity of his orgasm. "Hot bitch! Hot bitch!" he moaned. He kept pumping his cock into Carol's cunt long after the last of his cum had jetted out the end. Even with the big rod shrinking fast, it still felt good up inside that tight juicy channel.
"Ooooohhhhh," Carol sighed in disappointment as she felt Joe's cock finally slither from her hungry cunt. She couldn't understand it-she had come twice, and, if anything, she was hornier than ever. As if Chris and Joe's cocks had only pumped new lust into her body. "Please ... please ... some more!" she whispered. "With what?" Joe laughed, flicking the end of his limp cock.
"Oh, please! I need more," Carol begged. She knew she was humiliating herself, but couldn't help it. "More ... more. . . " Carol's cunt burned with desire. She knew she would go out of her mind unless she could come again. She finally shoved a finger up her cunt. "Aaaaahhhhh," she sighed. Oh, it felt good to have something up inside her snatch. She shoved another finger in and a third, until it felt almost as if she had another cock up her pussy. Panting, the girl shamelessly started to finger-fuck herself.
Carol knew the two men were watching her. She knew she ought to be ashamed as she greedily ran her fingers in and out of her cunt right in front of them. But the knowledge of how obscene she must look, with her legs drawn up high and her fingers shoving up her pussy hole, only added to her pleasure.
"Look at her go!" Joe crowed delightedly. He began to rub his jizz-dripping cock over the girl's face. "Get it hard, baby, and you can get it shoved up your cunt again," he leered. Desperately, Carol tossed her head from side to side, trying to capture Joe's limp prick with her mouth as he teased her with it. And all the time her fingers were at work inside her cunt.
Chris didn't know whether or not he liked the way Joe was behaving. But the lewd, debased lust emanating from Carol's frantic body began to affect him, too. He bent down and began to fondle her tits, pinching the nipples. "Oh yes! Make me hot! Make me come!" Carol wailed. But she made herself come. With her fingers shoved to her knuckles, she was frantically working at her cunt. She reached down with her other hand and started torturing her clit, pushing the little nubbin from one side to the other.
"Ah, aaaah ... AAAAAAHHHHH!" she cried. An enormous spasm shook the girl's writhing body. Arching, every muscle taut, Carol spasmed in orgasm. She was vaguely aware of her hot juices gushing out over her furiously drumming hand. But Carol was still desperately sex-starved. By now, Chris had a hard-on again. He scrambled between her lewdly spread legs, aiming the tip of his prick straight at the pink slash of her cunt. "Oooohhhh, fuck me," Carol pleaded. "Fuck me until I pass out!"
As Chris got ready to shove his cock into Carol's gushing cunt, his eyes met Joe's. The same thought was in both their minds. What the hell had walked in their door?