Chapter 8
Spider fucked Liz on a sunny patch of ground at the edge of the clearing, grunting deep in his throat and drilling his cock into her. She howled and screamed as her pussy clenched, kicking her heels and arching beneath him as the spasms of climax began.
His hammering thrusts purged her mind and body of bitter memories. She forgot Long John Sylver and focused all her energy on a thrilling new dick that chafed and tattered the torn remains of her cherry, making it seep tiny speckles of blood that smeared his long shaft.
"Oooh, baby!" he moaned. "Hump that sweet cunt at me! Make it good! I haven't had a real woman in a long time."
"And I've never had a real man," she told him. There was something strangely exciting about this man with a gun. His power over her was more compelling than the romantic attraction she'd felt with John Sylver.
Liz shivered and wailed, writhing and bucking her hips to a new height of orgasmic delight. Neither of them noticed, but her flailing left foot came dangerously near a throat of monofilament fishing line that boobytrapped the trail.
She gave a final shrilling cry of rapture and kicked wildly as the convulsive tremors of climax spread from her pussy to her fingers and toes. "Aaaggghhh!" Liz groaned, clawing the ground. She stretched, and her toes hit the almost invisible strand. It was an improvised boobytrap -- one of the tricks taught to thousands of men like Spider in jungle warfare classes. An M2 fragmentation grenade with the safety pin already pulled was pushed inside a snug fitting tin can tied in a clump of brush. The can kept the safety lever from flying off.
But Liz kicked the trip line in spasms of rapture. It was tied to the neck of the grenade so that a slight tug popped it out of the can. The striker spring hurled the spoon-like safety level away and continued through its arc to ignite the fuse.
Spider heard it snap and moaned, "Oooh shit!." He pressed down flat as he could on the woman who bucked and squirmed in ecstatic delight. He winced and covered his ears just as the sputtering fuse burned down to the detonator. The grenade exploded with a ground-shaking `whooomp' and hurled deadly fragments of searing hot metal in all directions.
Liz heard the thundering noise and felt the ground shake beneath her. But she took it to be part of her explosive orgasm. The hiss of lethal metal shards was no louder than her last steaming rush of breath expelled in ecstasy.
"Oooh, God! I never came so hard before!" she cried. Her ears were still ringing and she looked dazed by the echoing tremors.
"You damn near fucked us both to death," he said, breathless and thankful the exploding fragments had flown over them without harm.
"Even the ground trembled," she sighed in weary bliss.
"A God damned grenade went off the same time you did," he snarled.
Her eyes widened into a strickened look. "A g-ggrenade?"
"It's lucky you don't have more bleeding than a torn cherry. Could have fragged your fucking head right off!"
"Oh, Jeeez!" The chill of reality rushed back. She was a captive again -- caught by a man far more dangerous than Paul Morgan and his lewd wife. Liz shuddered as he climbed off of her and reached for his gun.
"Get up, bitch!" The other guys are gonna want a piece of you."
She cried, "No, please... let me go. I won't tell anyone what you're doing here. I -- I don't even know where we are for sure."
He grabbed her arm and yanked Liz to her feet then tucked his sated cock away. "And you aren't gonna know until after the harvest," he said. "You're gonna cook for us, fuck for us and suck for us until then. "Three horny guys, baby. That oughtta be enough for even a nympho like you."
"I'm not a nympho," she wailed. But Spider laughed in retort and dragged her down the trail.
"Watch that God damn trip line," he said stepping high over another almost invisible strand of monofilament.
Liz wept and moaned, stumbling behind him, tempted to kick the taut line and end it all with a thundering roar. But she lifted her feet to go on -- toward what she didn't want to think. And why she didn't want to know. Maybe she was a nympho just as Spider.had said.
They followed a crooked little path through the woods and passed small clearings where scattered marijuana plants grew under camouflage nets. "The narc's fly air-recon missions all the time," Spider explained. "They've even got a fucking U-2 spy plane up so high we can't see it coming."
Then he laughed. "But Uncle Sam taught us all how to take care of ourselves. What we learned in Nam will pay us a million bucks when we harvest this crop."
"A million dollars?" she gasped, passing another hidden patch that looked like nothing but spindly weeds.
"Yeah," Spider said, still chuckling. "Funny, ain't it? Farmers are going broke all over the country... and we get rich growing this shit."
"But drugs are illegal," she protested weakly.
"So was booze when they passed prohibition. Look what a fucking mess that turned into. Al Capone and guys like that got rich because people still wanted to drink. That stupid law created organized crime. Now it's the same damn thing all over again."
"But drugs are dangerous," she said.
"And alcohol is a drug. So is nicotine in cigarettes... they're legal."
Liz was in no shape for serious discussion, and she did not think it wise to argue with a man like Spider. She sighed and stumbled behind him, dragged along by one outstretched arm.
He took her to the mouth of the cave in the face of a rocky cliff, a narrow arch hidden behind a clump of brush. Two armed men in full camouflage sat waiting -- their automatic weapons aimed at the door.
One was tall and lean as a swaying palm. The other was short and squat, hunched and leering like troll. "That's Snake and Grunt," Spider said with a nod each way as they entered the cave.
Liz took one look and knew the other two were half stoned. She never used drugs, but had seen enough kids in her classes who did. They had that full, dreamy-eyed look that was part unconcern and part paranoia.
"What the fuck happened out there?" the tall, sinewy one called Snake asked, sucking hard on a hand-rolled cigarette that filled the shadowy cave with a faintly sweet smell something like burning hemp rope. "She kicked off one of the booby traps when she climaxed," Spider explained, laughing as though it was all a big joke. "Hey, gimme a hit."
"Sure, buddy. Gimme the bitch." Spider's beady dark eyes inched over the naked teacher's lithe body and settled ,on her cum-dripping cunt slit. He had a gaunt, hard-lined face with a stubble of rough beard that poked through the mottled gauze web of his camouflage mask.
Spider took a hit, wincing in rapture as he pulled on the joint and held mind-warping smoke deep in his lungs for as long as he could. Then he said to Liz, "Toke on this. It'll make you feel better."
"I -- I don't smoke," she said in a tense voice. It was awful to stand naked while the three of them stared at her. The one called Grunt remained hunched and silent as a stone.
"It's some of last year's crop," Spider went on, offering her the joint. "Prime stuff! It'll loosen your mind. Set your head free -- " Liz would never know what moved her hand to reach out. But it did. She put the moist end of the twisted joint between her trembling lips and took a little puff, not daring to inhale.
"Haaagggh!" she coughed and felt her throat burn. But she sucked in some of the smoke through her nose and felt a mild, calming effect. She took another hit and inhaled, starting to sway like Snake as a feeling of euphoria dulled all her concerns.
Grunt smirked like an evil dwarf and said, "Ungh mugh gunagh fugh her gud."
Spider took back the joint for another hit and translated as he exhaled. "Grunt says he's gonna fuck you good. He can't hardly talk because a hunk of shrapnel tore out most of his voice box in Nam."
Then Liz saw the jagged scar that half-ringed his throat and shivered in sympathy. Grunt just kept staring at her, lips tightly curled in a lewd grin.
"He ain't had a woman in years," Spider said. "The pretty ones like you all want a guy to whisper sweet nothings -- ain't that right?"
Snake stepped toward her, hands reaching out. Liz gasped and tried to back away, but Spider yanked her arm and hurled her into the tall man's clinging embrace. His long arms circled her slender waist with wrists crossed in the small of her back. His hands reached down and clamped hard on the cheeks of her ass.
She gasped, too startled to speak. "Ain't that right?" he asked again, nibbling her ear. Liz trembled in his arms when she felt his hot breath. "You want me to say you're so beautiful... that I'm falling in love."
"Hungh?" she sobbed. Liz had wanted to hear John Sylver say he loved her -- now Snake was making a calloused joke of that compelling female emotion.
"You sound like fucking Grunt!" he said, whispering the words of contempt in her ear. "Can't you talk? Can't you tell me how much you want my cock?"
"Nungh!" she cried, shaking her head, trying to twist away from the moist warmth of his nibbling lips and sense-dulling haze of marijuana smoke he exhaled beside her head.
"She's a teacher," Spider said. "Really up tight."
"So take another toke, teacher. Let your mind unwind while I whip out my dick."
Liz took the short smoldering joint and sucked on it with a fearful need. She pulled hard and sucked the smoke deep, holding it in her lungs as long as she could. An eerie feeling of bliss swept away her fears and feelings of deep disgust.
Unsteady on her feet, she swayed while watching Snake undress. He stripped off all but the camouflage mask and his combat boots. Stark naked between, the sight of him struck her as funny. Liz giggled like a silly girl.
Snake's cock wasn't much bigger around than her thumb, but it lanced out more than a foot from his bony loins. It looked to be at least fourteen inches long. Liz gulped and vaguely remembered part of an anti-drug lecture she was required to teach at the school. Smoking pot distorts perception she recalled. His cock could not be that long! Not really.
She giggled and smirked, sucking on the joint again. The smoldering end burned close to her fingers. She yelped and let it drop. Spider picked it up with a roach clip and took another hit, burning it down to almost nothing at all.
Grunt watched them, waiting his turn, rolling another joint to pass the time. Snake gripped her upper arms and turned Liz toward an old Army cot set against the wall. "Come on, baby... you're gonna love my long, skinny old dick up your ass."
"Not my ass," she cried, but Liz was so dazed that she couldn't stop giggling.
"Yeah, your ass is mine, and I got a rod long enough to tickle your chin."
He pushed her onto the cot, head down on her hands and knees. Liz shuddered with loathing but still could not stop giggling. "How long is it really?" she asked in a dazed tone.
"You tell me, baby." Snake wet the head of it in her crotch, kneeling behind her while Spider and Grunt watched like two guilty school boys playing some prank.
"I can't tell with just the head of it tickling my clit," she said, playfully scolding in a giddy tone. One deep part of her mind remained clear. Liz knew she was not acting normally, but she didn't care.
Grunt toked the fresh joint and suddenly leaped up, babbling guttural noises. He stripped off his clothes, starting with the camouflage jacket, baring a barrel-like chest layered with wiry dark hair.
Snake listened to the torrent of rumbling grunts, idly teasing the head of his long skinny dick in the kneeling teacher's cunt slit. "Agh wungh her tungh!" Grunt said urgently, pulling down his pants.
"All right," Snake said. "But you gotta hurry."
"What's he trying to say?" Liz asked curiously.
Spider walked around to the head end of the cot and grinned down at her, taking a deep drag on the joint Grunt had just rolled. "He said, I want her, too. Like both of them at once."
"Both?" Liz croaked with eyes darting. Grunt had a short, hugely thick cock that barely stuck beyond a wiry bramble of black pubic hair. The ruddy knobbed head of it looked like a clenched fist.
"Yeah both," Spider said casually. "You ever do two guys at the same time?"
"No, never." Her face paled. Liz felt dizzy, like she might be sick.
"Now's a good time to start," Snake told her, wagging his willowy cock in her crotch with one hand while reaching for the joint with the other.
Snake took a deep puff and passed the joint forward to Liz. "Take another hit, honey. It'll make you feel better when you've got two dicks in you at once."
Liz raised up on her knees and Grunt sprawled on the cot, on his back with legs spread wide around hers. The head of his stubby thick cock stuck straight up. She pulled on the joint and held her breath, savoring the blissful sensation of euphoria that swept through her senses.
Snake put his hands on her back and pushed Liz down on hands and knees. She bridged over Grunt who looked like a slobbering grizzly bear. The lithe young teacher had never seen such a hairy man in her whole life.
Spider said, "I don't think two cocks will be enough for her. Why don't I feed her mine at the same time?"
"Go for it," Snake said.
"Yungh!" Grunt agreed, happily nodding his shaggy head.
Liz cried, "Nnnooo," not sure yet what the lewd trio had in mind, but certain she wouldn't like it... even if she was half stoned.
Spider had his cock in his hand, wagging it up and down before her soft lips. Snake took aim at the crack of her ass and started to sink his slender long shaft into the tight hollow rimmed with dark puckered flesh.
"Hhhooo!" Liz howled, dropping on Grunt and his stubby dick as Snake pressed down. "Aaaggghhh!" She had one long, twitching cock sinking into her asshole and a painfully thick one prodding the puffed lips of her cunt.
"You're the sweet-meat in a fuck sandwich," Spider said. "And I want my dick sucked while they fuck you back and forth." He smiled and pushed his cockhead into her gaping mouth.
Hazy but still rational thoughts flashed through her mind like lurid visions emerging from the fog of euphoria. Liz could think of nothing more sinful, shameful and degrading than taking three men into her innocent body at once.
Snake's skinny cock was seven or eight inches up her ass and still sinking deeper. Grunt's thick prod strained her pussy lips to spark pain and tingled her clit in a way that made her enjoy it, and Spider was sticking his sweaty hot dick in her mouth.
Her sense of time was distorted. It seemed to take hours for them to get all their lusty male flesh in position. Snake's long dick touched nerves in the tight, dark tunnel of her writhing ass that no man had ever touched -- and he was still boring deeper, sighing ecstatically when her quivering ass muscles clenched and swirled around his hot prick.
Grunt's hairy chest tickled her swollen nipples. He humped and poked his straining thick cock as deep as it would reach. The bloated head of it barely touched the rim of her torn cherry. There it lodged, grating tender flesh as it was rocked back and forth by his short, quick thrusts.
Liz made sad moaning noises that gushed warm breath around Spider's cock in her mouth. He said, "Oooh, I love the way you play the skin flute! Give me a hummer, hot lips."
"What's a hummer?" she croaked.
Snake hilted his cock in her squirming asshole and said, "Hum a tune on his dick, darling."
Liz giggled with her mouth stuffed full of throbbing cock. He wanted music while his dick was sucked? That seemed like the silliest thing she'd ever heard. But smoking marijuana for the first time in her life made Liz feel silly and unconcerned. She started to hum "Mary Had a Little Lamb" while Spider hunched on his knees at the head of the cot and fucked his cock in and out of her mouth.
But Liz got the lyrics of the old nursery rhyme mixed up in her mind. She kept saying, Mary had a little ram. Poor Mary. Only one little ram? Liz had three in her at once. Snake burned the untouched depths. of her shithole with sweltering heat and long, deep-reaming thrusts.
His weight pushed her down harder on Grunt's thick cock. He fucked it up at her like a battering ram -- short, stabbing thrusts that made her want to scream wailing cries of agonized delight. But Liz could only gurgle and moan and try to keep humming while Spider fucked her pretty face.
The haze of smoke that blurred all her senses made the shocking sensations of three cocks at once seem strangely prolonged -- like slow motion. And though dazed bleary-eyed, some of her tingling nerve ends seemed far more sensitive than ever before.
She could clearly feel three separate pulses. Spider's cock surged with a staccato beat. Grunt's had a slower, ponderous rhythm like a booming bass drum. Spider's, in her mouth, was erratic -- wild and fast for a moment, then wondrously slow and sensuous on the next thrust.
Three cocks at once. Mouth, pussy and ass. And Liz was responding to all their rhythms. She furrowed her brow in intense concentration. Now smoking pot seemed to make her able to think more clearly, with a sharp kind of focus powerful as a laser beam.
Liz slowly rippled her clinging ass muscles to contrast with Snake's rapid, insistent throb. She quickened the pulsing grip of her strained cunt to entice Grunt's slow, thunderous cock surges. And she hummed a varied tune on Spider's cock in her mouth -- wildly increasing the tempo when he thrust languidly, purring deep and taking it slow when he hammered her lips with violent thrusts.
Liz had never felt in such control of her emotions or her physical being. She never could have managed three varied and complex rhythms before, but now it seemed easy.
Her mind had soared to some new level she had never dared try before. Being stoned half out of her skull left behind the last of her shy, timid inhibitions. She rocked and swayed between Grunt and Snake and lunged hungrily to swallow Spider's big cock when he humped it down her rippling throat.
They all came together in one cataclysmic orgasm. Liz saw herself as a mermaid -- the centerpiece of a fountain she had seen somewhere. But the spurting jets of this fountain were all shooting into her, not out.
She took Grunt's thick, sticky cum into her cunt and it soothed her torn cherry. She took Snake's spitting hot jets deep in her asshole and felt his long ram glide so much more smoothly. And she greedily gulped the salt-sweet cream Spider shot into her mouth.
The taste entranced her now. She sensed supple hints of flavor she'd missed before. A delightful tang to offset the creamy, mellow taste. Liz loved sucking his cum and realized then that all men have a slightly different taste.
She could hardly wait to suck off Grunt and Snake to see what delicate new flavors their balls might hold. But first she wanted another joint -- Liz needed the haze of smoke that somehow dulled timid fears and sharpened all her long-neglected female senses.