The Compromise
By Kathy B.
(kathybxx@hotmail.com)


Part Three

I didn't take me very long to rush home and get back to the woods but 
I was still worried about what I might be missing out on while I was 
gone. Opportunities like this didn't come along often and I was 
determined not to miss my chance.

I ducked into the woods about twenty yards from the main path and 
stayed parallel to it as I worked my way up the side of the hill. It 
wasn't long before I spied a familiar figure moving slowly down the 
path, furtively glancing into the underbrush with every step. Timing 
my movement carefully, I crept closer to the edge of the trail. I was 
so preoccupied with my prey that I didn't even realize I was being 
stalked myself until a solid weight landed on my back and a wild 
whoop sounded in my ears.

I thrashed wildly for about twenty seconds and was finally able to 
throw him off my back. He laughed as he rolled over in the dirt. I 
jumped to my feet and glared down at him.

"God damn it, David! You scared the shit out of me," I complained.

"I knew that shithead was hiding along in here somewhere," Steve 
chuckled as he stepped off the path to join us. He slapped his thigh. 
"Oh, man. You shoulda seen your face. I almost dropped the bottle, I 
was laughing so hard."

My anger was instantly forgotten. "Did you get it? Let me see."

David and I both crowded in as Steve opened his backpack and drew out 
a large, clear bottle. Three inches of dark liquid shifted and 
reflected the afternoon light as he held it aloft.

"Wow," David breathed. "Is it really Jack Daniels?"

"Read the label, stupid," Steve sneered. "Almost half a bottle, all 
for us. You think you guys are tough enough?"

We both nodded eagerly, anxious to prove our manhood.

"What did you guys bring?" Steve asked.

"I swiped three of my dad's beers," David volunteered. "Nothing like 
a cold Bud with a whiskey chaser."

"Like you've ever had one," Steve laughed. He turned to me. "How 
about you, Bobby? Did you get the food?"

"Right here," I patted my bag. "I got munchies galore. Of course," I 
said as I gave David a dirty look, "the chips are probably all 
smashed after your little stunt."

"Who cares?" David shrugged. "I'm planning on drinking my dinner 
anyway. Open the bottle, Steve."

Steve unscrewed the cap and held the bottle under his nose for 
several seconds, then gave us each a sniff. I wrinkled my nose.

"Whew! It smells sorta like aftershave."

"You just gotta get used to it," David said. "I like the smell."

Steve shoved the bottle into David's stomach. "Here, then. You can 
have the first swig."

David's face got a little pale but he was stuck and he knew it. None 
of us had ever tried hard liquor before but, under the unwritten code 
of adolescence, none of us dared show fear in front of our friends. 
It was ok to be scared; it wasn't ok to admit it.

David took the bottle from Steve and looked at it for several 
seconds, then lifted it gingerly and took a gentle sip. He managed to 
swallow it but his eyes were watering as he passed the bottle back to 
Steve.

"Nice," he rasped, barely able to talk. "Real smooth."

"That's not how a man drinks it," Steve teased. "You gotta swig it."

He stuck the whole bottle in his mouth and tipped his head way back. 
His throat convulsed and he made loud gulping noises. David looked 
over at me and winked. We could both see that Steve was capping the 
bottle with his tongue. Still, he put on a good show and that was 
acceptable. You didn't have to be tough to be cool, you just had to 
act it.

After several long seconds Steve brought the bottle down and smacked 
his lips loudly. He must have gotten more than he planned because he 
started coughing and gagging. I took the bottle as David good-
naturedly slapped him on the back.

"I'm ok," he mumbled when he got his breath back. "It just went down 
the wrong pipe. Your turn, Bobby."

I made a great show of wiping the neck with my shirt, stalling for 
time. Finally, unable to postpone it any longer, I but the bottle to 
my lips and took a small swig.

I got it down without choking, but my knees wobbled as the whiskey 
burned its way to my stomach. I could feel the heat spreading out 
from my belly as I grinned weakly at my friends.

We all smiled and clapped each other on the back. Another step to 
adulthood had been safely surmounted. We'd come out here today to 
practice our drinking in private, and we'd proven to ourselves that 
we could do it. We weren't leaving for a while- we needed to stay and 
practice some more, maybe find out what a 'buzz' was- but the 
important work was done. The next time we were at a party and an 
older boy brought out a bottle, the three of us wouldn't have to 
sneak away with the younger kids before the fun started.

We were just starting to get a little giggly when we heard the 
rustling in the bushes. "Shit," David whispered. "Somebody's coming. 
Bobby, go see who it is."

I crawled to the top of the hill we were hiding behind, then 
frantically signaled to the other two to join me. "You guys are not 
going to believe this," I whispered as they peered over the crest 
with me.

We could see a woman crawling away from us, down the path. Crawling. 
She had a skin-tight top on and chains on her hands and feet. Her ass 
was bare, completely bare. We all stared open-mouthed at the first 
pussy any of us had ever seen.

"Who is it?" David whispered when he got over the shock.

"It's tough to tell from this angle," Steve snickered, always a 
smartass. "Whoever she is, she's a real slut. Look at her shake that 
ass!"

It looked like the woman was trying to crawl as fast as she could. 
All she was really doing was making her ass sway from side to side. I 
felt a painful erection cramp my shorts.

"We gotta see who it is," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's sneak 
around in front of her."

As soon as we started to rise, though, David stepped on a dry branch. 
The snap sounded like a starter's gun and the lady jumped up like she 
was coming out of the blocks. Her chains tripped her and she rolled 
over in the dirt. She quickly got back on all fours and spun around 
to see what the noise was.

"Holy shit, I know that lady," I said to the others. "She lives on my 
street."

She seemed as shocked at seeing the three of us as we were at seeing 
a half-naked woman in the woods. I couldn't tear my eyes off her 
tits. They hung down sexily, the upper slopes shiny with sweat and 
the bottoms barely covered by her outfit. Her chest was heaving as 
she panted in fright.

"Wh-what are you boys doing out here?" she finally asked.

None of us said anything. We were speechless.

"This isn't any of your concern," she warned us. "Never mind me. You 
go on home."

She backed around a corner, facing us the entire way. We just stood 
there spellbound until she disappeared.

"Wow, that was really something," David was the first to speak. "Did 
you guys see her pussy?"

"Of course, dummy," Steve replied. "We got eyes, don't we. Come on, I 
want to get a closer look."

We took off down the trail. As soon as she heard us coming, the lady 
started hurrying but we caught right up to her and followed along 
about ten feet behind. She crawled along until she was out of breath, 
then spun around again.

"I told you boys to leave," she shouted, then focused on me. "I know 
your mother, Bobby Conrad! Do you want me to call her and tell her 
you're out here harassing me?"

"We better go," I said to the others, worried about being recognized. 
"I don't want to get in trouble. Sorry, Mrs. Haggerty."

"Are you nuts?" Steve asked. "What do you think she's going to say? 
'Hello, Mrs. Conrad. I was crawling around in the woods yesterday, 
showing off my big hairy pussy to the whole world, and your son was 
bothering me by staring at it.' She'd be the one in big trouble, not 
you."

"Yeah, maybe we should go tell somebody about her," David chimed in. 
Then seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, "We can tell our parents 
we were just playing out here and she jumped out of nowhere, buck 
naked, and tried to attack us."

"No, please don't do that," she cried. "Please!" She turned to me. 
"Bobby, you know me. We're neighbors. Please help me."

I sensed an opportunity. "They won't tell anybody about you if you 
show us your tits," I said. David slapped me on the back, grinning 
broadly.

She grimaced but I think she knew she didn't have much choice, 
because she didn't stall for very long. Looking around to make sure 
we were alone in the woods, she sat back on her ankles and lifted her 
hands to her top.

We all held our breath as the woman paused for several seconds, then 
peeled the cloth off her boobs. I just expected her to give us a 
quick peek and then cover up again, but she tucked the cups under her 
tits and put her hands on her knees as she stared at the ground.

Her tits were fantastic, even if they were the first ones I'd ever 
seen. Big, dark rings encircled her nipples, which were puckering 
right before our eyes. The tips of her nipples rose and fell gently 
as she waited for our next move.

"Oh, shit. What a fantastic set of knockers. They're way bigger than 
my mom's," David said. Mrs. Haggerty blushed but she sat up a little 
straighter at the compliment.

"You do have nice tits," I agreed.

"Thank you, Bobby," she smiled weakly.

"Yeah, her tits are nice, but I want to see that beaver again," Steve 
said.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Haggerty. Turn back around," I urged her. Her eyes 
started to tear up but she nodded and got back on all fours. She 
turned and faced away from us, her knees a foot or so apart.

We stared, transfixed. Her pussy hair was short, allowing us to see 
everything. Her outer cuntlips were nice and plump, bisected by the 
dark pink line of her inner lips. They protruded slightly from her 
crotch, actually sticking out beyond the hair surrounding them.

Her ass was full and round, framing her pussy and the dark hole just 
above it. My cock throbbed as I took in her tiny, crinkled portal. 
Somehow, seeing the asshole of a woman like her seemed even dirtier 
than staring at her pussy and tits.

I was bent over a little, staring up between her legs at her tits 
which were partially visible from behind as they dangled beneath her, 
when Steve shoved me in the back.

"Go on, man. She's your friend," he said. "Go touch her."

Mrs. Haggerty jumped when she heard that but she didn't try to run. I 
think she knew at that point that there wasn't a lot she could do 
about it anyway. She flinched again when I knelt beside her but 
didn't move away.

I finally worked up the courage to touch her. Figuring I'd start 
someplace safe, I gently placed my hand on her back, feeling the 
smooth material of her top. I wasn't prepared for her reaction.

With a loud wail she spun toward me and threw herself against my 
legs. At first I thought she was attacking me and trying to punch me 
in the nuts or something. David and Steve must have thought the same 
thing because they took off running. Nice guys.

I grabbed at her to defend myself but she clung to me like a 
madwoman. It took me several seconds to realize she was sobbing, not 
fighting. I wound up kneeling with her head in my lap, stroking her 
hair as she cried.

"Oh, Bobby! It's been so awful and I've been stuck like this 
forever!" she wailed. "I've been so scared and I think I've lost my 
husband and I didn't think I was going to ever get out and I'm 
starving and then Kelly called the police and I had to hide and then 
you found me and now everyone in the whole world will know what a 
fool I am!" She babbled on and on. I had no idea what the hell she 
was talking about but I stroked her back as she cried. I figured she 
was having some kind of nervous breakdown or something; it was 
definitely the weirdest situation I'd ever been in.

Finally she lifted her tear-streaked face. "Is there any way out of 
this awful mess, Bobby? Is my life ruined?"

"I won't tell anybody and I'll try to keep them from telling either," 
I assured her as I patted her on the head. "But what exactly is going 
on?"

She put her head back down in my lap then and started telling me the 
whole story, about the fight with her husband and locking herself 
into the chains. She explained how she had scrounged food over the 
weekend and then how she had to sneak out of her house to avoid the 
police.

The whole time she was talking, I could feel the heavy weight of her 
boob resting on my leg. I could even feel her nipple pressing into my 
bare thigh, just below the hem of my shorts. Her head was resting in 
my lap and as she talked her cheek rubbed back and forth against my 
boner.

I started out rubbing her back but I steadily moved down until I was 
stroking her bare bottom. Her voice caught in her throat the first 
time my fingers brushed her pubic hair but she kept talking. Soon I 
was stroking across the swollen ridge of her inner lips with every 
pass.

I looked up to see that David and Steve had crept back to the edge of 
the clearing. Steve grinned at me and made a fucking motion with his 
finger. I nodded and paused on my next stroke. Acting like I did this 
all the time even though my heart was pounding, I nonchalantly pushed 
a finger into my neighbor's moist bottom.

She stopped talking then but didn't lift her head. Steve and David 
crept up behind her, staring open-mouthed as I pushed a second finger 
in along with the first. I started fumbling around, looking for her 
clit.

"Will you help me, Bobby?" she asked without looking at me. "Will you 
help me get home and find food and get out of these chains? Will you 
keep your friends from telling? Will you help me out of this awful 
mess?"

"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty," I said. "I'll help you."

"Please call me Rhonda," she said.

She seemed to relax at that point and I felt her back arch to tilt 
her pussy up toward my hand. I finally found her clit and her ass 
started humping back slightly to meet me as I stroked her button.

I grinned like an idiot at David, who gave me a thumbs up and crept 
up behind her. She stiffened when he touched her ass but held still. 
I drew my hand out of her pussy and stroked her head as David took my 
place.

Rhonda's head was sliding back and forth across my erection as David 
pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy. She turned her head and I 
could feel her hot breath pushing through the fabric of my shorts. 
Her lips were pressed right against my zipper and I was afraid my 
cock would explode.

David and I both worked up our courage at the same time. Stroking her 
hair with one hand, I unzipped my shorts with the other. Rhonda was 
kissing my hand as I fished around in my shorts. I finally hooked my 
cock and pulled it out and she immediately engulfed it. No kissing. 
No licking. No tonguing it gently. She swallowed the damn thing right 
to my balls and kept it buried in her throat.

Meanwhile, David had dropped his pants and knee-walked up behind her. 
He pressed his cock against her pussy and it sank it right in. He put 
both hands on her hips and started humping, his face frowning in 
concentration as he fucked her.

At the time I figured she thought trading sex for silence was a good 
deal. Later I decided that she got off on not being able to stop us. 
For whatever reason, she went nuts on our cocks. Her head started 
bobbing up and down on my cock as she slammed her pussy back to meet 
David's thrusts. Steve had his cock out and was fisting it as he 
watched our spectacle.

"Oh," David groaned. "Her pussy is so hot it's burning my cock! What 
a great piece of ass! How's her mouth, Bobby?"

"Best blowjob I've ever had," I replied. The only blowjob I'd ever 
had, I thought. Still, Rhonda must have liked hearing it because she 
went even wilder on my cock, teasing the head with her tongue before 
she pushed my knob deep into her throat.

"Get ready, baby! I'm cumming!" David suddenly made a face as his 
hips drove forward. He twitched for several seconds, then collapsed 
across Rhonda's back as she continued to suck my cock. Steve 
immediately pulled David off her and took his place. Rhonda groaned 
around my cock as Steve entered her but began pushing back to meet 
him.

I held out for as well as I could but her mouth just felt too good to 
last very long. My balls tightened as I got close. Suddenly I felt my 
cum racing up my shaft, shooting into Rhonda's mouth in violent 
spurts. Not a drop escaped her lips; she swallowed it all and then 
licked me clean.

She finally lifted her face off my prick, only to have David shove 
his dirty cock right under her nose. I expected her to push him away 
but she never hesitated. I watched in fascination as she cleaned her 
own juices off his cock and continued to suck him after he'd 
stiffened in her mouth.

We fucked her for almost three hours. Rhonda did whatever we asked 
her to, without complaint. She sucked our nuts. She cleaned our slimy 
dicks after we pulled them out of her pussy. She even masturbated for 
us while we were resting between fucks. The only time she balked was 
when Steve shoved his finger up her ass. She jumped away and crawled 
over to me, begging me not to let him. Relishing my role as her 
protector, I told Steve her asshole was off limits. Rhonda hugged me 
in gratitude and sucked my cock to another erection as Steve was 
forced to content himself with her pussy.

I was fucking her for the last time when it occurred to me that I 
wanted to keep Rhonda for myself. At least until her husband came 
home. Her pussy felt great on my cock and I didn't want to share it 
with anyone. I had to find a way to keep Steve and David quiet.

After we were all exhausted, I left Rhonda to rest in the shade and 
drew my friends down the trail.

"Ok, guys. Here's how it's going to be. Rhonda is going with me. You 
guys don't contact her again unless you're with me."

"Bullshit!" David exclaimed. "I can go see her any time I want."

"No." I was forceful. "You saw who she went to back there. She's 
mine. You guys can only fuck her again if I say so."

"I'll fuck her if I want," Steve protested. "Who the hell is going to 
stop me?"

"I will."

"If you try, I'll tell everybody what happened here today," David 
replied. "Everyone will know she's a slut then. She'll be the 
laughing stock of the town."

"If anybody, anywhere, ever finds out about what happened here today, 
I'm going to immediately call your dad," I said as I looked at David. 
"And I'm going to tell him about that hole you made in the plaster so 
you can spy on your mom." He paled. David's dad had a violent temper 
and there was no way David would be able to deny spying on his mother 
once his dad found that hole.

"There's nothing you can threaten me with," Steve taunted.

"I'll tell Tank Wilkins that you're the guy who put dogshit in his 
trumpet last year at Homecoming."

"But I'm not the one who did it!" Steve protested.

I grinned at him. "Then just tell him that when he comes looking for 
you."

They both scowled at me. "Look, guys. We all got laid, didn't we? 
Look at the bright side. But she's got a life to go back to. She's 
not a slut."

"You sure could have fooled me," Steve grumbled.

"I'm going to take her home and help her get out of those chains," I 
said. Then it will be over, ok?"

Reluctantly, they both nodded. As we started back to the clearing, 
David suddenly grinned.

"We sure lost our cherries with style, didn't we?"
