Mountain Camp
by Titmouse
(C)1999, All Rights Reserved
When Jeff suggested going camping the weekend
before Memorial Day, I was excited. I'd been cooped up
in the city too long. Some greenery, fresh air and
open space were just what I needed. By going a week
before the season started, we hoped to miss the crowds.
Jeff had bought a new camper shell for his pickup.
This was to be its inauguration. I looked forward to
it. I'm not a big fan of camping, mainly because I
don't sleep well on the ground. We could sleep in the
camper this time. And I felt like taking a long walk
in the woods.
We went up into the mountains east of Bakersfield.
Jeff drove and I sat beside him and chatted, enjoying
the scenery. It was a long drive, up the mountain, and
still farther up, on roads that gradually turned more
narrow and twisty and primitive. We passed a few
campgrounds, but Jeff kept on going.
The camping place we eventually arrived at was
fairly primitive. There were a dozen places for tents
and not much more. The restrooms were smelly holes in
the ground and a cold water spigot outside. Only one
other campsite was occupied -- a bunch of guys who
packed up and left about 6 p.m.
I was glad to see them leave. They made me a
little nervous, the way they kept watching us, me
especially. But, then, I get a lot of guys' looks.
Not bragging, just saying. Anyway, I wasn't surprised
when men looked at me.
They drove their banged-up truck past our site on
the way out. We smiled and waved, and so did they.
One guy was in the back of the open bed, and he watched
us until they turned out of sight. Jeff and I looked
at each other and realized we had this gorgeous place
to ourselves.
We fixed dinner together, then I cleaned up while
Jeff built a fire. He had bought some oak wood and
added some pine branches and soon we had a pretty,
crackling fire. We sat around it for more than an
hour, watching the flames, talking, sipping wine. It
was pretty romantic. We were like pioneers, a long way
from home, alone in the wilderness.
But we had a nice, warm camper shell to crawl
into, which true pioneers lacked. It wasn't long
before that began to seem like a good idea to me. I
was getting cold and looking forward to snuggling with
Jeff in the sleeping bag. It wouldn't be the first
time.
Jeff and I had met more than a year before, so I
guess you could say we were serious. We hadn't talked
about getting married except in the abstract -- you
know, where you make pronouncements as if talking about
the subject in general but really meaning to convey a
hint to someone about where you stand. Jeff was not
ready yet, I knew. He knew that I was willing to wait.
One of the things we were doing was establishing that
we had a steady, stable relationship, with an implicit
'Then we'll see...'
So we each had our own apartments, but we were
together almost all the time, at his place or mine.
And we slept together more than we did apart. Jeff
wasn't my first -- I was 21 when I met him -- but I'd
always been pretty shy, which is to say I didn't get
asked as much as some. So Jeff was only my third, and
I'd been with him longer than the other two put
together. Before Jeff, none of my sexual partners had
wanted or expected much from me other than to let them
and maybe seem to enjoy it. But he was different, more
adventurous and more demanding. He wanted me to make
love back to him.
I was generally willing, or willing to be
persuaded. Putting my mouth on his penis took some
getting used to at first, but I didn't mind trying the
positions. I like change. I didn't want Jeff to lick
me at first, either. I mean nobody but a doctor and my
mother had ever looked at me down there -- even I
couldn't see it very well. So I was reluctant up to
the first time Jeff actually got his tongue on my clit,
which ended the debate. I grew a little less reluctant
each time after, and I started thinking more favorably
about his request for the same. This might be a fair
swap. So I tried it eventually and got used to it,
even got to like it after a while. I liked things that
felt... sexy.
That night, in the truck, it felt good to snuggle
up to Jeff. The shell was a definite improvement,
especially with the mattress Jeff had put under us. I
had on a tee shirt, underpants and socks. Jeff, as
usual, wore nothing, tossing his clothes down toward
our feet. We left the back window of the shell
slightly open, for fresh air. My nose was slightly
cold, but otherwise I felt toasty, wrapped in Jeff's
arms.
And Mr. John Thomas was nudging my fanny. I knew
what Jeff wanted, and it was fine with me. I rolled
over and faced him, pressing my breasts against his
chest. I scissored his leg between mine and snuggled
up onto it, rubbing my pussy on his thigh. I was
mellow with wine, and willing.
So it wasn't long before Jeff had me stripped
(except for the socks, of course) and his hands all
over me. He kissed me -- kissing was one of Jeff's
stronger points -- and ran his lips over my neck and
shoulders. He sucked and licked my nipples while his
fingers found my pussy and slipped between the lips and
entered me. His thumb slid across my clit, giving me
chills and fever.
There wasn't room for much gymnastics. Jeff
couldn't go down on me with exposing my entire top half
to the atmosphere, and I wasn't ready for that much
fresh air. I sucked his dick for a while, but the
position was awkward and my back got cold. When I
shivered, Jeff pulled me up onto his chest and pulled
the sleeping bag up around my neck. That was much
better. I took his still wet dick and guided it into
position, wiggling backwards to push it into me.
Keeping my breast pressed against his chest, I rolled
my hips around and round on Jeff's pole, hunching my
hips into him, pressing him deep, making my clit rub
along the broad back of his cock.
But Jeff was never content to stay passive for
very long. He had his hands on my fan, helping to roll
me around and pull me into his groin. Sometimes he
would grip my cheeks and urge me to move more in and
out. He tried to get his lips on a nipple, but I
didn't want to raise up enough to let him.
"Let me get on top, babe," Jeff said. I could
tell he felt like taking over. He liked to give it to
me, and I liked it when he gave it to me.
He put his arms around me and, holding me tightly
to him, rolled over to his side and then on top of me.
Jeff's cock stayed buried in my pussy, and with
scarcely a pause he began sliding it in and out of me
again. I locked my legs behind his knees and rolled my
hips around and around on the stiff meat he was probing
me with.
Jeff pushed his prick all the way up my pussy and
held it there, making little hunches with his pelvis
that made the base of his tool rub against my clit. I
squeezed down on it as hard as I could and worked it
around inside of me. Then I began squeezing as I
pulled my pussy down his shaft, relaxing as I pushed
up, doing it again and again, milking his prick with my
channel.
I could tell I was getting to him. Each time I
stroked my pussy down Jeff's cock, he groaned with
pleasure. I knew he was going to come soon and, even
though I wasn't ready myself, that was really okay. I
like making Jeff come. He likes me to make him come.
But I kinda get off on the power. Like, if I do that,
and that, baby, you're gonna give it up to me. And
that keeps him coming back for more, so I get my
goodies, sooner or later.
"Oh, god, baby, that feels so good," Jeff panted.
"Oh, jeez, you're gonna make shoot. Ah! Ah!
Ahhhh..."
Just as I felt his prick jump inside me, there was
this click somewhere off in the distance, and just as I
realized the click wasn't far away but right down there
at our feet, suddenly the tailgate of the truck was
yanked down with a bang.
My eyes flew open. There were several guys at the
back of the truck. I couldn't see how many at first
because there wasn't much light. Just as I opened my
mouth and dragged in a breath to scream, a rough voice
said, "Don't yell, or we'll have to hurt you." The
breath leaked out of me in a whiny whimper.
Hands reached out and grabbed Jeff's ankles,
dragged him downward off of me. His prick slid out of
me and suddenly I felt terribly exposed, my legs open,
my pussy wet with Jeff's cum and my own juice.
"What the hell!" Jeff barked. I let out a stifled
scram.
"Shut UP!" the voice said. "Make another sound
and you're both dead."
I suddenly knew who it was. It was the four guys
we'd seen earlier. The one talking was the big guy,
the one with the vest. They dragged Jeff out of the
truck naked and dumped him on the ground. The big guy
had a pistol. He showed it to me and then pointed it
at Jeff.
"So, here's the deal," he said calmly. "My
friends and I think it's unfair. Here the four of us
don't have even a sniff of pussy among us, and buddy-
boy here has you all to himself. Just not fair. So,
since he wasn't polite enough to offer to share, we
decided to help ourselves."
"You son-of-a-bitch..." Jeff growled, making a
move to get up. With a casual backhand swipe, the guy
with the pistol smacked it into the side of Jeff's
head. Jeff cried out, grabbed his head and curled up
in a ball on the ground.
"Not much like the movies, is it?" the man with
the gun said blandly. "Honey, I think you'd better
tell your boyfriend here to behave himself, or we'll
have to hurt him some more."
It wrenched me in the stomach to see Jeff hurt
like that. And I could tell they would do it. It only
took an instant to decide, but it was more like just
knowing I didn't want Jeff hurt.
"Do what they say, baby," I said to him. He was
struggling to sit up, and there was an ugly raw patch
on his temple and a trickle of blood on his cheek.
"There's too many of them. I'll... I'll be okay." I
was scared silly. I had a pretty good idea what was
about to happen. But resisting was sure to get us both
hurt.
"That's right," the man with the gun said. "There
are way too many of us, and we still got our boots on.,
which you don't, buddy-boy. We also got our pants on,
too. Which you don't. So I recommend you be a good
boy." He glanced toward me then back at Jeff. "Your
girl's gonna be okay. We're just gonna fuck her, not
hurt her. If she doesn't give us any trouble, we'll
just have our fun and be on our way. So you both
behave, okay?" He turned to the guys with him. "I
think that tree'll do just fine." He pointed at the
tree closest to the truck.
Two of the men grabbed one each of Jeff's arms and
dragged him backwards to the tree. They had ropes
ready, pulling them out of their pockets, and they tied
him to the tree, his arms behind him and around the
trunk. The leader, the one with the gun, reached into
the truck bed toward me. I shrank back, but he only
grabbed our clothes and dragged them out on the
tailgate of the truck. He pawed through them, pulled
out Jeff's undershorts and tossed them toward the guys
who tying Jeff up.
"Here," he called. "Gag him with this."
One of the guys picked it up. He grabbed Jeff's
nose and pinched it shut, hard. The other guy grabbed
his chin and pushed down. When Jeff opened his mouth
finally, the guy stuffed a wad of underwear in it.
Then they wrapped tape around his forehead, pinning his
head to the tree. He was looking into the truck.
Sometime during this, I had regathered enough of
my wits to grab the sleeping bag and pull it up over my
nakedness, scooting into the back corner of the camper.
When they were done, the four men gathered at the
tailgate and looked at me. I felt like an animal in a
zoo. In a cage.
"Well, ain't she cute?" said the man with the gun.
He was not the biggest of the four, but almost. He had
a bit of belly that made his tee shirt stick out over
his jeans. He had a sleeveless coat on top of it, sort
of like a big vest.
"Purty, too," said the guy at the left, who was
tall and skinny. The other two muttered agreement.
One of them had his hair cut so short it was just fuzz.
He was the biggest, if not the tallest of them. Wide
and stocky. The other guy had dark, greasy hair that
hung in strands. He also had bad teeth and a mean
face. His eyes seemed to bore holes in my face.
"Now listen, cutie," said the main guy. "I guess
you know what's gonna happen now. If you make trouble,
it'll just turn what would otherwise be a fairly
pleasant experience into a painful, hurtful thing.
Won't make any difference. You're still gonna get
fucked, one way or another. You cooperate, though, and
it'll go a lot easier. We don't wanna hurt you. We
just want a little pussy. And if you're good, we'll
let you go afterward, and your boyfriend, too, and you
won't be much the worse for the wear. A good fuck
never hurt anybody."
"Ain't like she don't know," said the ugly one.
"She was givin' her boyfriend the goodies, all right.
We just want some of the same."
"Haw!" the skinny guy said. "That and other
things maybe." They all laughed, eyeing and elbowing
each other in that thing guys do. The one with the
shaved head pulled a pint of liquor out of his pocket,
took a swallow and passed it to the man with the gun.
"Well," he said, taking a swallow, "since you're
so generous with your whiskey, Peanut, whyn't you go
first? Think you can handle it?"
Peanut, who was a lot bigger than his nickname,
gave me a squinty smile.
"Aw, she won't be no trouble," he said. He put a
knee on the tailgate and crawled up into the camper on
his hands and knees.
I was huddled in the corner with my knees drawn up
in front of me. Peanut came toward me cautiously.
When he got close enough, I launched a vicious kick at
his face, or tried to, but the sleeping bag slowed me
down. Besides, he'd been expecting something like that
and turned his shoulder into it. My foot just bounced
off, and he lunged forward quickly and trapped my leg
under him. He grabbed my other leg with one hand and
shoved backward and out. My head jerked back and
smacked the back of the camper, which distracted me.
My efforts at resistance were pretty poor,
actually. By the time I shook off the whack to the
head, Peanut was on me. His weight jammed me against
the back of the truck. When I tried to scratch his
face, he slapped me, hard enough to make me dizzy.
Then he grabbed my waist and yanked me down toward him.
The sleeping bag under me slid easily, and I fell
backward, banging my head again and biting my lip. I
could taste salty blood.
"Don't give me no shit," Peanut growled. He tore
away the top half of the sleeping back -- that I'd been
clutching in front of me until I grabbed my head -- and
dove onto me, pushing my knees apart. I felt the rough
fabric of his jeans scrape my inner thighs as he wedged
between my legs.
I tried to push him away from me and got another
slap for my effort, which pretty well took the fight
out of me. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself
up and pulled me down until his face was over mine. I
reached toward his face, but he caught my wrist easily,
and grabbed the other wrist before I got ideas. I was
trapped beneath him, panting with exertion and panic.
Peanut pinned my wrists to the floor, did a sort
of half pushup and looked down at me.
"Oowee!" he laughed. "Got some nice titties on
this one." He scrunched down and lowered his face to
my chest, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I
whimpered and tried to twist away, but his lips pursued
my nipple, caught it again, and sucked harder. When I
tried to get away again, he bit it. I cried out, and
tears jumped to my eyes.
"That'll teach ya," Peanut growled, letting go of
my nipple. "Keep it up and I'll bite it off!"
He looked me in the eye, and I could tell he meant
it. That's when I really gave up hope and decided I
was better off letting him get on with it and get it
over with. It was a sinking, terrible feeling of
resignation, of hopelessness, of bad stuff about to
happen to me. The guys at the back of the truck were
saying stuff, egging him on.
Peanut glanced back over his shoulder, grinning,
then turned back to me. His legs were between mine,
his pelvis on mine, and even through the thick jeans I
could feel his hard-on nudging against my naked sex.
"Now, I'm gonna let go of you, but don't do
anything stupid," Peanut warned. "You'll be sorry if
you do."
He pushed back off of me onto his knees, still
between my legs, until his head pressed against the
roof of the camper. My hands lay next to my head where
he had pinned them. I could have moved, I wanted to
cover myself from his eyes, but I was afraid to. I was
not there, not participating. This was not happening.
"Ain't you the pretty one," Peanut muttered, then,
over his shoulder, said, "Hey, guys! She's a natural
blonde!" I would have covered myself then in shame,
but my hands and arms were not listening. Peanut was
talking to me again. "Now, you hold still a minute,"
he said. "I got a friend wants to meet you."
He moved his hands to his waist, watching me all
the time, and began to unfasten his pants. He had one
of those thick western belts with a big buckle, and
those jeans with buttons, which he undid one by one,
watching me. I wasn't watching him; I was watching the
camper wall. Peanut hooked his fingers into the
waistband and, in one move, shucked down his jeans and
underpants together.
If I hadn't been so scared and stunned, I might
have laughed. I had a good idea where Peanut got his
nickname. His erection stood straight out, but not
very far. It was lost in the broad expanse of his big
body. It was a leaning tower of pee-pee.
But I wasn't laughing. I guess it made the next
part easier, for both of us I guess. Peanut took his
tool-ette between his thumb and finger, hunched down,
poked and missed, and then pushed his prick into me.
It went in easy. He was small and I still had Jeff's
spunk inside me. And it had all happened so fast --
maybe five minutes? -- since Jeff and I had been...
well, maybe I was still just a little wet on my own.
Anyway, Peanut slid right in. And immediately
started whaling away at me, doing a sewing machine in
my pussy. The guys outside whooped and said, "Boy,
look at 'im go!" I just sort of laid there with my
eyes closed. I didn't feel a thing, or rather what I
felt was the pressure of Peanut's body, the whap of his
middle against me. I know why they say it's like a bad
dream, because it was like that, loony and distorted.
I was scared and desperate and embarrassed.
Yeah, embarrassed. This guy I never really saw
before was doing it to me. He was wallowing on my
titties. And there were three guys -- and Jeff! --
watching it, watching me get it. It was...weird.
It was awful but it was utterly, intensely sexual.
No love, just rut. I had this weird thought, I
remember, seeing myself as the reluctant female and him
as the conquering male. He was a primal stranger,
forcing himself on me, in me, taking me, getting ready
to plant his seed.
Getting ready pret-ty soon, I realized. As you
might imagine from the pace he set, Peanut was not one
to linger and dally. He worked himself into a lather
in less than a minute, I'd guess. He started
scrunching his face up, and groaning. Then, without
ever slowing down, he yelped and shot his goo into me.
Sprit, sprit.
Pretty soon after he stopped twitching, Peanut
jerked his dick out and rose up on his hands and knees.
He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, as if to
say, "There, I guess I showed you!" and backed out of
the camper. He spun around on the tailgate and
struggled into his pants.
"Well, Peanut," said the bossman dryly, "I sure
hope you ain't wore her out. Did you leave any for the
rest of us?"
"Aw, Joe, there's plenty there," Peanut said,
which was the first time I heard a name for the guy
with the gun. "It's young and fresh and tight. You'll
be glad I went first and greased the path for you.
Give you dick-burn otherwise."
Joe laughed. "Now, which one of you wants to go
next?" he asked. "Andy or Bean?" The other two guys
looked at each other and then at me and then at each
other again.
"Why not both at the same time?" said the one
closer to Joe.
"All right, Andy!" Joe laughed, slapping him on
the back. "Go to it!"
Andy, the one with the bald cut, climbed into the
camper, followed by the ugly one with the long, greasy
hair. I recoiled from them, curling up with my knees
together and turning on my side. They crawled up on
either side of me.
"Hey, sweetie," said the ugly one with a grin,
"it's our turn now. Why don't you relax and enjoy it?
Might as well."
"'At's right, sugar," said Andy, who was snuggling
up behind me, "Handy Andy and the Beaner gonna make
your day." He put his arm around me, cupped a tit in
his hand, and hugged me back against him, cuddling his
thighs behind mine. It an odd way, it felt somewhat
comforting.
The ugly one -- his name was apparently Bean --
moved in closer, too.
"Give us a kiss," he said, and put his lips on
mine. At first, I held still and kept my mouth closed.
Bean pushed his tongue between my lips and worked it
around over my teeth, from side to side. He kept at it
long after he should have given up hope, and the longer
he kept it up the sillier I felt. And I thought,
"Well, if he's going to kiss me anyway..." and so I let
my jaw relax a little and let Bean push his tongue into
my mouth.
Meanwhile, Andy behind me had worked his other arm
under me, and he was cupping and massaging both my
breasts and nuzzling the back of my neck. And -- this
is hard for me to admit -- it didn't feel half bad.
The nape of my neck has always been erotically
sensitive.
Bean put his hand down between us and cupped my
pussy. When I opened my mouth, startled, he kissed me
deeply. Then he slid a finger into me and stirred it
around, and then brought his fingertip out, wet with
the juices of Jeff and Peanut and me, and rolled it
around and around on my clit.
And, goddammit, it felt good.
Believe me, I was as surprised as anyone, even mad
about it. After all, a girl doesn't grow up expecting
rape to be a turn-on. You're not supposed to have a
good time. I think that's a rule.
But Jeff, as had often been the case, had come too
soon for me, leaving me high and dry. Uh, make that
high and wet. And Peanut hadn't done much for me, but
he hadn't done any damage either. He had taken me, had
pushed his thing in there and churned it around. He
had kept the pot warm, so to speak, if not exactly
boiling.
So, when Bean put his finger on my trigger, my
body just sorta responded. It was politically
incorrect, but Ma Nature sometimes has her own ideas.
A part of me was horrified, of course, but not the part
Bean's fingertip was stroking and rolling. My clit
twitched in response, making me draw in a quick gasp
that I wasn't fast enough to stifle.
"Hey," Bean said to Andy over my shoulder, "I
think our little sweetheart here is turned on."
"Yeah?" said Andy. He pulled a hand off my tit
and slid it under my behind. His finger probed for my
twat, found it, and slid into the hilt. His finger
felt good. I couldn't help pushing back just a little
tiny bit. "Aw, yeah, honey," Andy murmured in my ear,
"feels good, don't it?"
I whimpered, part passion and part disgust at
myself. But it did feel good. I was sandwiched
between two men, one of whom was massaging my love
button and the other of whom was now sliding two
fingers in and out of my pussy. I was trapped between
them, an unwilling participant, but Andy and Bean
didn't seem very threatening. Maybe if I'd resisted,
they would have been. They were going to fuck me, I
knew, but they weren't being mean about it.
I'd already decided that I wasn't going to resist,
that my best chance was to let them do what they wanted
and hope it would be enough. Bean and Andy weren't
being scary, they were being gentle and sensual. Two
strange me were fondling me. They were going to take
me. Having already given in mentally, I found it
strangely exciting.
It was like Bean's finger on my clit had flipped
a switch. The last resistance drained out of me, and I
gave myself up to it. With a sigh, I let my hips move
the way they wanted to, rolling around on Andy's
fingers. I raised my outer leg slightly, giving Bean
more room to caress my sensitive flesh.
"Yeah," Bean said, "Mikey likes it. Don'cha,
honey?"
"Ummmm," I murmured, which wasn't a yes but wasn't
a no either. It was a moan. Behind me, Andy laughed.
"She ain't talking," he said. "Maybe she's
hungry, Bean. Why don't you give her something to
eat?"
"Good idea," Bean said. He removed his hand from
my clit and started unfastening his pants. A moment
later, he took my hand and guided it down past his
waist. "There ya go, darlin'," he said. "Whyn't you
get acquainted?"
My fingers brushed against a rigid tube of flesh
and, almost without direction, wrapped around and
gripped it. Bean's manhood was not overly long --
although certainly longer than Peanut's penis -- but it
was thick, thicker than any I'd ever touched. My
fingers didn't touch my thumb. It also felt funny, and
I looked down. Bean, I realized, was uncircumcised,
which I'd heard of but never seen. The fat head on the
end was partly covered by an encircling shroud of
flesh. Fascinated, I stroked it slowly up and down,
watching the head play peekaboo with its hood.
"That's the way, girl," Bean said with a
satisfied moan. "Shake hands with the devil. Ooooh,
yeah!"
Andy, with his fingers still planted in my pussy,
began to tug backward on my middle. He let go of my
other tit and moved his hand to my back, pushing me
forward at the same time. I knew what he was doing and
I didn't resist, letting him push my head down Bean's
body toward his groin.
Until Jeff, I'd never had a man's penis in my
mouth. It was something he'd wanted, just like every
other man I've ever known, but the first one I'd felt
close enough to give in to. And, actually, I'd learned
to enjoy it. Jeff had rented some adult videos so I
could see how it was done, and I'd gotten pretty good
at it. At least Jeff seemed to like it pretty well.
Bean rolled over on his back and pushed his pants
down as I twisted around. By the time I got there, his
thick boner was sticking up into the air, curving
slightly backward. I rolled over, too, and lifted my
head up above his middle. Shifting my grip, I wrapped
my hand around it again. Ol' one-eye was staring at
me. It winked, and a little bit of clear fluid seeped
out.
It should have been repulsive, I guess, but the
truth is that I found it beautiful. Sticking up from
his middle like a fleshy horn, Bean's straining hard-on
seemed like the very essence of sexuality. The purple-
red head swelled and relaxed, almost like it was
breathing on its own, a separate living thing.
Bean, perhaps sensing my fascination, simply
watched without trying to force me. Gingerly, I
lowered my mouth and took the tip of his phallus
between my pursed lips, inhaling the strong aroma of
his groin through flared nostrils, tasting the salty
flavor of his pre-cum on my softly probing tongue.
The bulbous head was much larger than Jeff's, and
I had to strain to open my mouth wide enough to take it
in. My cheeks bulged as I pushed my head down over it,
feeling the flared edge slide under my stretched lips.
I tried to press farther but was only able to fit about
two inches of the shaft into my mouth before it nudged
the roof and made me gag. I backed off, changed the
angle, and tried again, getting a little more this
time.
Bean sighed with pleasure as I began to work on
him. With a little spit and practice, I was getting
better at it. I wrapped both my hands around his thick
shaft and worked them up and down, squeezing the way
Jeff had taught me, while I sucked on as much as would
fit in my mouth.
Andy, meanwhile, had pulled his fingers out of my
slippery pussy. I could tell he was unfastening his
pants and knew what would be coming next. Sure enough,
a moment later, he scooted up behind me. I felt Andy's
naked stomach against my fanny and the hard prong that
stuck out below it, prodding my crotch. Guiding it
with his hand, Andy found the furrow of my pussy lips,
slipped between them, and lodged the head in the
entrance to my channel.
While I continued to suck and stroke Bean's pole,
Andy slowly worked his cock into me from behind. Once
the head was firmly entrenched, he fed it to me in
small bites-- pushing in, pulling back slightly, and
pushing in farther. And farther. And farther. I felt
the end of his dick hit bottom inside me and root
around, seeking a deeper crease. He pushed again,
pressing hard against my cervix and making me flinch.
Andy's cock was bigger around than Peanut's had
been, enough to create a pleasant friction inside me.
But it was clearly a lot longer, too. I could tell
without having seen it. He was all the way in me and
yet his stomach barely grazed my fanny at his deepest
penetration. Some part of it was still outside me.
Once he knew how deep he could go, Andy was
careful not to poke too far, though. He settled into a
steady rhythm, sliding his long cock in and out of my
pussy. I relaxed and returned my attention to the
thick plug in my mouth, stroking and sucking, running
my tongue over the crown and concentrating especially
on the sensitive place under the head.
Bean had buried his hands in my hair, using them
to urge me up and down on his prick. His head was
thrown back, eyes closed, and he was panting, dragging
in quick breaths and blowing them out through puffed
cheeks. He seemed to like what I was doing. After a
minute, though, he pushed my head up and off him.
"Whew!" he said. "Much more of that and I'd lose
it." He looked at Andy. "Say, pal, you wanna share
the wealth?"
Andy sighed without answering, but he slowly
pulled back and let the long length of his cock
gradually slip out of my pussy until it flopped free.
"Yeah," he said finally, "go ahead."
"Okay, sister," Bean said immediately, gripping my
upper arms. "Whyn't you climb on up here and ride the
horsy?"
I was almost eager to see what Bean's thick rod
would feel like, not that it would have made much
difference. I crawled up his legs on my hands and
knees and straddled his thighs with mine, raising up to
position my notch above his tool.
"Put it in for me, sugar," Bean said, so I reached
down between us with one hand to guide it, worked the
spit-slick head around until it was centered, and then
sat down on it. Or tried to. The massive knob
wouldn't go in on the first try. I raised up a little,
got it positioned again, and began pressing downward,
rocking back and forth to work it in. Slowly, my tube
stretched to accommodate the thick head. It hurt just
a little -- not bad because I was controlling it -- but
the walls of my pussy yielded to the invasion a little
at a time.
I can still feel it if I close my eyes. I'd never
had anything nearly that big up inside me. It felt
twice as thick as Andy had been. Way big! And I loved
it. I wanted all of it. I felt proud that I could
take it.
"Attagirl!" said Bean as I slowly forced myself
down on his cock. "Get it, babe! Go for it!"
I thought the worst was over when the fat head was
inside me, but the shaft just below it flared out like
shoulders. Again, it was too big on first try. I
backed up and then sank down again more slowly, rocking
my hips to help. The lips of my pussy felt like
stretched bands. His thick cock felt more like a
baseball than a bat.
Slowly, slowly, I wedged Bean's cock up into me.
The stretching feeling, as my pussy gradually engulfed
his tree stump, was incredibly sexy. I was taking it.
I was swallowing his meat. Nothing else mattered. I
was just a cunt for his cock.
Finally, I felt the tickle of his hair against my
sensitive pussy lips. I raised up a little and let my
weight settle again, cramming the last half inch in me,
then sank down onto Bean's chest, full almost to
splitting and grateful that he was not as long as Andy.
I couldn't have taken any more.
Bean let me rest a moment, then rolled his hips
under me, working his huge cock around inside my pussy.
Tentatively, I rose up and slid back down his pole. It
was very tight, but I could move. I began to rock my
hips more emphatically, raising up to relieve the
pressure, then stuffing myself full of his cock again.
"God, Bean," said Andy, who had been watching us,
fascinated. "You could knock somebody out with that
club of yours. I didn't think she'd take it."
He scooted up beside us and watched between my
legs as I worked up and down on Bean's prick. He put
his hand on my fanny and helped me, pushing down and
relaxing in time with my movements. Then, he slid his
middle finger down between my cheeks and touched my
asshole.
I was startled by the intimacy. No one had ever
touched me there before. Andy rolled his fingertip
around the pucker several times, then pushed in and
poked it a little way into my butt.
"Oooh," I couldn't help squealing. "What... what
are you doing?" I was afraid I knew the answer.
"Well, sugar," Andy said, "I couldn't help
thinking. Ol' Bean is gonna be awhile, I 'spect, and
by the time he's done, your pussy might be a bit loose
and sloppy for me. So I just figured I'd use the
backdoor here. It's more my size anyhow."
Now, I can't say I'd never heard of a man putting
his thing in the wrong place. I knew gay men did it
that way, and I'd heard men and women did it that way,
too, sometimes. But I sure had never considered doing
it myself or, rather, having it done to me. When I
wanted sex, I only had one place in mind for putting a
guy's equipment -- after the preliminaries, anyway.
But Andy wasn't really asking my opinion. He
pulled his fingertip out of my rear, but only to spit
on his hand, which he then applied to my sensitive
little winkie. And then he pushed his finger back
inside, farther this time.
I remember thinking I was glad I'd gone to the
potty earlier. Andy rolled his finger around and
around and worked it deeper and deeper until I felt his
knuckles press against my fanny. Then he began to
slide it in and out, rolling it around at the same
time.
Meanwhile, Bean had taken over in front while I
was preoccupied. He had a hand on each of my tits and
was thrusting his hips up and back, driving his log in
and out of my poor, stretched pussy. But, by now, that
was starting to feel pretty good to me. I was opened
so wide that my clitty was pushed out more than usual,
and it seemed to drag up and down along Bean's pole,
giving me the shivers.
And suddenly I realized that Andy's finger probing
my secret, dirty back channel felt good, too. It
wasn't something separate from the other, just part of
an overall building sensation of pleasure that shot out
from my middle to the farthest parts of me. Andy would
let his finger slip almost out when I sank down on
Bean's cock and then, when I pulled back, he'd push it
all the way up into my fanny and wriggle it around.
Soon, I was rocking back and forth between the two.
"Come on, bud," Bean said to Andy. "Do it! Put
it in. Let's make a sandwich. Here, I'll hold her
steady."
Bean put his arms around me and rolled us over
onto our sides toward Andy, who scrunched up behind me
again. I looked over my shoulder in time to see Andy
spit on his hand again, using it to anoint the end of
his long, thin prick. Bean, meanwhile, hooked his leg
over mine, pretty well wrapping me up.
Andy shifted closer and poked me in the butt with
his penis. He held my fanny crack open with one hand
and used the other to guide his cock between them. The
head nudged around a little until he found the spot.
"Now, this may sting a tad at first," Andy said
conversationally, "but you'll get over it pretty quick.
And then you'll be glad I did this. Hold on, now."
With that, he began to press inward, and I
suddenly realized this wasn't going to just sting. It
hurt like hell! I yelped.
"Ow! Oh, please, no!" I cried. "Please don't!
Take it out! It's too big. No... No, please!"
But Andy paid no attention, just kept slowly
pushing in. There wasn't anything I could do except
take it. My bottom stretched a little, and he went a
little way inside. I jerked my hips and managed to
throw him out.
"Now, that wasn't smart, darlin'," Andy said.
"I'm gonna put it in ya. Now we just have to start
again." He pushed the head against my opening again
and pressed inward. It went in a little way and hurt
me again.
"Oh, please," I begged. "I can't take it there.
Please! I'll do anything else you want. Want me to
blow you? Want me to suck you and swallow your cum?
I'll do it! Please don't. Not there!"
But Andy's grip on my hips and Bean's enveloping
leg stopped me from jerking away again. He was
steadily and forcefully shoving his cock up my ass. It
hurt so much I couldn't plead anymore. It took my
breath away. I cried out, and tears filled my eyes.
Then Andy stopped pushing and just held it there.
"Take it easy, now," Andy said gently. "You got
about half of it. Just relax. The hard part's over."
As seconds passed, I realized the pain was fading,
no longer a sharp, tearing agony but a dull ache. And
even that was lessening. Andy pulled back a little,
then oozed back into my butt. I expected it to hurt,
but it didn't hurt as much as I expected. He did it
couple more times, and it felt almost okay.
The next time he pushed forward, he went a little
deeper, and then a little deeper each time. I felt
really strange. All my attention was focused on the
blunt instrument that was slowly invading my butt. I
felt like I was having a bowel movement -- you know,
how it feels really good sometimes -- but this went on
and on and deeper and deeper.
Andy kept shoving his prick up my ass, and I began
to think it would never end, that he would just keep
going deeper and deeper inside me. He was
straightening out my ass channel way up in there. It
was...deeply stimulating. Finally, though, I felt his
groin touch my fanny. He pushed a little more, making
me feel really weird inside, drew way back out, almost
all the way, and then slid his long baton of a cock all
the way up my ass again.
About this time, Bean began to pump again in front
of me, and I could feel the two pricks inside me,
sliding against each other. Bean and Andy started
moving in opposite directions, both of them pulling
back until they were barely inside me and then shoving
their cocks all the way back in until they bounced
together at the bottom of the stroke, with me in
between them.
I was stunned by the feelings they were stirring
up. I just lay there and let them fuck me. It was so
incredibly sexy, so dirty, so completely animal. I was
crying again, but with passion not pain.
"Oh, oh, god. It feels... good. Oh, please.
More. Please. Do it to me. Yes, like that. Give it
to me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my
ass. Yes. Oh, god, yessss...."
And then I was coming, jerking and flopping like a
fish caught on two hooks. Bean yelled, too, and
grabbed my hips and started pounding his big cock up
into my cunt, out of synch with Andy now, who was
repeatedly jerking his cock up my ass, then slowly
drawing it out and then slamming it back in again. He
grunted, too, then both of them were shooting their cum
inside me, and I twisted and moaned between them.
"You boys 'bout done in there?"
I had completely forgotten about Joe and Peanut
and, frankly, Jeff. I was suddenly embarrassed again.
He must have heard me, heard it all, even if he
couldn't see exactly what was happening. I glimpsed
him between the two standing at the tailgate, still
trussed to the tree and gagged with his own underwear.
It must have been clear that I wasn't just getting
raped in there. And Peanut and Joe had seen it all,
standing there and watching while Andy and Bean
skewered me, front and back.
"Well, I guess," Andy said. He pulled backward
and oozed his still long bone out of my fanny. It was
a strange feeling, like taking a poop, and I felt empty
back there when it was gone. Bean pulled back, too,
and slid his fat cock out of my pussy, leaving it
feeling stretched and open.
The two men pulled their pants up and scooted out
of the truck bed, standing at the end while they
fastened and straightened their clothes. I just lay
there, exhausted. I could feel cum running out of my
crotch from my pussy and seeping out of my back door.
"Jesus, you sure left a mess behind," Joe
complained, gesturing at me. "I don't know why I let
you guys go first. Now what am I gonna do?"
"Well," said Peanut, "there's still one hole ain't
been come in yet."
Joe looked at me speculatively. "'Spect your
right, Peanut," he said. "But I'm getting to old to go
crawling around in a pickup truck. Whyn't you drag her
out here?"
Peanut and Andy each reached in and grabbed one of
my ankles before I even thought to react. They pulled
me toward the open end, an easy task because the
sleeping bag I was still laying on slid right out with
me. When my knees passed the end of the tailgate, they
dropped my feet and grabbed my arms, sitting me up. I
pulled my knees together in a much-too-late gesture of
modesty. Joe glanced at me, then looked around the
clearing.
"Bring her over here," he said, walking over to
the tree where Jeff was tied. "Her boyfriend's been
left out of all this. Maybe he'd like a show."
Andy and Peanut grabbed me under the arms and
half-carried me across the short space to when Jeff
sat. His eyes were full of despair and anger. He
tried to say something through his gag, but I couldn't
tell what.
"What's that you say?" Joe asked. "You feel left
out? You wanna be a part of the show? Well, here, how
about this? Why don't you just sit there in your front
row seat and watch your girlfriend suck my pecker?
Think you'd like that?"
Jeff shouted something, or tried to, but it just
came out as noise.
"What's that?" Joe asked. "Be sure to come in
her mouth? Well, now, if you insist..." He turned to
me. "Come on over here, honey, and assume the
position."
Bean and Andy didn't wait for me to do it on my
own. They dragged me over and pushed me down in front
of Joe, who was unbuttoning his pants right before
Jeff's face.
"Here ya go, sugar," Joe said, dragging out a
half-hard penis that, for a change, seemed pretty
normal. He grabbed a handful of hair on either side of
my head and tilted my face up to look at him.
"Now, listen here, girl," he said. "I know you
don't wanna do this, but you're gonna do it, like it or
not. If you don't, I'm just gonna have to hurt you, or
your boyfriend, or both. So just do it, and do it
right, and everything will be okay. You understand?"
I tried to look over at Jeff, to appeal for his
understanding, but Joe held my head and my gaze,
insisting on an answer. Slowly, reluctantly, I nodded.
"That's a good girl," he said. Letting go of my
hair, he put his hands on his hips and waited
confidently. I sneaked a quick glance at Jeff, only a
couple of feet away, but quickly looked elsewhere.
There was nothing he could do to help me. I hoped he
understood that there was nothing I could do either
except cooperate and pray it would be over soon. I
heard the rustle of footsteps as the others moved
closer.
Joe's manhood dangled outside his pants.
Tentatively, I reached for it, sliding my fingers under
it and raising the head toward me. It twitched in my
palm and stirred, raising its head like someone roused
from a deep sleep, once again reminding me of something
separate and alive.
Raising up on my knees, I moved my head toward
Joe's middle. I stuck my tongue out and licked the end
of his popsicle. The helmet head flared and turned a
darker color. Slowly, I moved in closer and, opening
my mouth wide, guided his prick between my lips until I
could suck on the head. I felt it growing rapidly in
my warm mouth, swelling and extending.
Using my lips, I gobbled my way down the shaft
until my nose bumped Joe's belly.
"That's it, girl," Joe said. "Suck it for me. I
like that. That's right. Use your tongue. Oh, yeah."
His hard-on was growing fast, and it was long
enough now for me to wrap my hand around the shaft.
While I continued to suck and lick the head, I stroked
Joe's cock with my fist. Joe's head lolled back, eyes
closed, mouth open.
He was good and hard, now, his prick fully
extended and straining. I began to work on him, giving
Joe the best blowjob I could. I wanted to get it over
with as soon as possible. Moaning in my throat, I
began to plunge my head back and forth, continuing to
pump his cock with my hand.
"Ooh, honey, that sure feels good," Joe groaned.
"Keep doing that. Suck my cock."
He was helping now, shifting his pelvis back and
forth to slide his prick through my grip and in and out
of my sucking mouth. I gripped the shaft as tightly as
I could, letting it slip through my fingers on the
lubrication I was applying with my lips and tongue. I
lashed my tongue back and forth under the head each
time it poked through my tight grasp and into my mouth.
It went on a long time, longer than I had
expected. I had to switch hands, I got so tired.
Either Joe was having a hard time coming with an
audience, or he just enjoyed fucking my face in front
of my boyfriend. I sucked and sucked, stroked and
stroked. He pumped his prick back and forth so
powerfully that I was glad I could use my hand as a
buffer to keep Joe from ramming his cock down my
throat. I moaned and attacked his prick like I
couldn't get enough of it and looked up into his eyes
while I was blowing him and used every trick I knew.
My jaw was aching and I was getting desperate when
Joe finally let out a long groan and started humping my
face in little short jerky moves. He moaned again, and
I felt his cock jerk in my mouth, and suddenly I was
flooded with a jet of cum that splattered against the
back of my throat. I gulped just as he shot another
bolt, and then Joe yanked his penis out of my mouth and
my grip and shot three more loads on my face. Ugh!
Then he sort of wiped his prick around on my face,
smearing his cum around, and made me suck him again.
He did that several times, picking up cum from my face
and having me lick it off.
And then it was over, almost as fast as it had
begun.
"Okay, let's go," Joe said, buttoning his pants.
He turned to me where I had sank onto the ground on my
fanny.
"We're gonna leave you now. Don't do anything
stupid. Stay here and don't even start untying your
boyfriend until we've been gone five minutes."
The others were already gone. Joe looked at me.
"We coulda hurt you, but we didn't. Don't forget
that. You'll be okay. Get rid of this wiener,
though." He jerked a thumb at Jeff. Then he smiled at
me.
"Had a great time fucking you," Joe said. "Ta-
ta."
Then he was gone.
I won't bore you with the aftermath. It was
pretty rough. Jeff and I cried and hugged each other.
We were really angry, maybe even at each other, but I
decided not to report the rape. I didn't want to get
involved with police or trials. I didn't want to talk
about what had happened with anyone.
Jeff and my relationship didn't survive much
longer. We tried, but... We broke up a couple of
months later. That was almost two years ago. I felt
pretty rotten, off an on, the first year. But I wasn't
too traumatized by it, maybe because the guys weren't
particularly mean or rough. I've been dating again for
the past year. My memory of it is part horrified, part
sexy. Sometimes at night, I even masturbate to it.
So, I think I'm over the rape. I really only have two
problems remaining.
One is that every time I make love now, I can't
help wishing the guy would put it in my bottom. Just
once. I guess I could ask, and maybe I'll have to if
somebody doesn't try before long. I want to be fucked
in the ass again.
My other problem is, I want somebody to be fucking
my pussy when it happens.
Author's Note:
Sheesh! Another rape story. Okay, I know it's not politically correct,
but it's just a friggin' fantasy. Okay? I don't get the two confused,
and I hope nobody else ever does. Don't ever hurt or force anyone, folks.
In my further defense, I would point out that, while there is some
coercion in this story, there's no pain or harm. Our unnamed heroine
has to do some things she wouldn't have chosen to do, but, in some
ways, her boyfriend really has the worse time. The rapists, I hope,
seem something like real people and, their willingness to rape aside,
seem like reasonably nice folks. Even a little funny. I know our
more militant folks will not find this amusing. I apologize to them
most sincerely but respectfully suggest they read other newsgroups.
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