A young woman, lecherous hunters and a bottle of booze? What could possibly go wrong?
~Backcountry Nightmare~
“Hold her down Ted, I’m gonna cum!” grunted the middle-aged man lying on top of the struggling young girl.
“Okay, okay, keep your pants on,” giddily joked Ted as he kneeled in the moss and dry leaves above the girl's head. Catching hold of the girl’s wrists he pulled her arms above her head and pressed them into the damp earth as red-faced, his friend Carl bucked his hips between the outstretched legs of the girl, his cock slapping home wetly in the still of the forest.
“Yes,” Carl moaned, as he picked up speed. Squeezing the girl’s breasts through her shirt and tank top, he rested his considerable bulk on her, crushing the wind from her as she continued to struggle, her cries muffled by the torn panties bunched in her mouth. “Oh my god!” Carl groaned as he pulled out of her at the last minute; his wet cock sending streams of hot white come spurting across her shirt and partially shaved pussy. “Jesus,” he said as he milked the last of his come, dribbling it into the strip of hair on her mound, “ she is so fucking tight, Ted. I haven’t had anything like that since I was in high school! Pass me the bottle, would you?” he asked as he sat back, his pants still around his ankles, and took in the beauty of the partially clothed girl lying before him.
~*~
Earlier that day, Willow had been anxious to clear High Heaven Pass before nightfall so she wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of snow stranding her. She was backpacking by herself as an end of summer treat after spending countless hours sitting in the uncomfortable heat and noise of the public pool as the lifeguard.
As a lifeguard, she had grown weary of the chlorine smell and constant shrieks of the little kids and by mid summer she hated going in to her job. The grandpas all ogled her, some on the sly, some openly, and the few teens who ventured into the pool invariably wound up hitting on her. All in all, it had been a surprisingly stressful summer and she was relieved to be walking through the high pine forest with not a care on her mind other than making it over the pass. If she couldn’t make it, it was no big deal, she could go around, but she had been hoping to clear the pass and drop down to a lake on the other side that a friend had told her she had to see.
Coming out of the tall fir trees to a high alpine meadow, she was disappointed to see the pass was further ahead than she thought, but at the same time she was taken with the beauty of the meadow and the small, meandering creek that cut through the center of it. Deciding to stop here for the night, she followed the creek to a small pool on the edge of the meadow and made her camp on a soft bluff of moss. After setting up her camp, she walked barefoot down the smooth sand to the pool and tested the water with her toe. It was cold, but the sun wouldn’t go behind the trees for at least another hour and she was dirty. The sweat and dust of the past couple of days had made her skin feel sticky in her mummy bag and she was looking forward to a cool, clean sleep.
Guided by a lifetime of living among others, she gave a quick glance around before peeling off her clothes to reveal a magnificently toned body, her skin the tan color of summer offset by white bikini lines over her breasts. Her bikini wax from two weeks ago still looked good and her pubic mound was a milky smooth white on either side of the strip of soft black hair leading like a blacktop highway to the lips of her pussy. Her pert breasts were almost perfectly round and her nipples hard in the cool mountain air. Stepping gingerly, she entered the pool and waded until it was deep enough, then she dove in.
The shock of the cold water momentarily took her breath away, but she forced herself to relax and after a few strokes, she floated lazily taking in the deep blue of the sky.
Floating on her back, she noticed something peculiar. Her breasts were breaking the surface of the water and the warm air caused a deep heat to start at her nipples and flow down her taught stomach to the lips of her pussy. Unconsciously, the fingers of her hand slid over her pubic mound and lightly stroked the hard nub of her clit turning up the wave of liquid heat forming in her belly and radiating between her thighs. Her other hand slid deliciously over her breast. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the soft sway of the water and squeezing her breast, she rubbed her swollen clit until with the palm of her hand sliding firmly up and down her nub, she slid first one, then two fingers between the lips of her cunt. As her fingers delved into her wet heat, she lost her precarious floating balance and was forced to stand in the pool, the water gently lapping between her thighs, tickling her pussy with its cold drops splashed from the thrusting of her hand. Moaning, she fucked herself faster and squeezed her tits, the tremulous quaking of an orgasm spreading its wet heat from her belly to her thighs as she stroked harder and faster. With a final, painful squeeze and shove of three fingers in her tight pussy, she came in a glorious wave and turning her face to the sky yelled, “Yes!” as her slim, fit body quivered between the water and sky.
Moaning, she relaxed and kneeled in the cool water, draining the heat from her body as she languidly stroked herself clean between her legs. With her other hand she reached behind her and ran her slim hand between her butt cheeks, her fingers lingering on her tiny hole, knowing there was something good there as the fading tingle spread from her belly to her cunt and now ass. Being between boyfriends, she would have to wait to see.
Done with her cleansing, Willow scanned the hillside and meadow before she stood up and stepped gingerly to the sand bank, her skin tingling and covered in goose bumps in the clear, mountain air.
~*~
“Oh my god Carl, you’ve got to see this! Get your scope and come over here, quick!”
“What is it, another one of your bull elks?” Carl asked in reference to a past joke where Ted supposedly saw the elk of all elks.
“No, this is even better but you’re gonna miss it if you keep screwing around!”
Carl stood beside his friend on the hillside and looking through a space in the trees to the meadow below, focused his scope. “Where?” he asked.
“The pond in back.”
Carl leaned a little to see around a tree just in time to see Willow stand in the water, her hand between her thighs and her other squeezing her tit as she masturbated in front of the two men.
“Oh my god, Ted, is she doing what I think she’s doing?”
“She is, and goddamn, would you look at that body of hers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that fine in real life. Fuck, I wish I was her hand!”
Feeling thick in the throat with lust, his cock snaking uncomfortably down his canvas slacks, Carl made a noise of agreement and watched the young girl stroke herself faster until she went rigid and called out something to the sky. “Goddamn Ted, I think she just came. Is she all alone down there?”
“I dunno. I’ve only seen her and I haven’t wanted to look at anything else. You see anyone else?”
Carl scanned her tent and campsite. He saw no one and taking in the single pack and small tent, he decided she must be by herself. “I think she’s alone Ted,” he said as he went back to watching her in the water. “Damn, look at that would you?” he said as Willow stood facing them and stepped out of the water. “Look at that pretty line of hair on her pussy and those fucking round little breasts of hers. Son of a bitch Ted, I’m not gonna be able to get that picture out of my mind tonight.”
“Why would you?” Ted said. “Do you think we should go down and introduce ourselves?”
“Uh, I dunno,” Carl said as he watched Willow finish drying herself and slip into her clothes.
Carl and Ted ultimately decided to not go down and introduce themselves, instead, they stoked their campfire and drank whiskey, regaling one another with stories of girls had, yet both of them knew they had never had anything like the girl camped below them and neither of them ever would.
As the night wore on and the bottle went down, Ted said, “You know, camping like that, by yourself, a lot of things could happen. I remember a couple of years ago, reading about some girls that had gone camping in the woods and have never been heard from since. You have to wonder what happens to those people.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Take that girl down there. She’s obviously all by herself and there’s no one around for miles. You and I’ve been up here for eight straight days and she’s the first person we’ve seen. Anything could happen to her and no one would ever know about it. You know what I mean?”
“I think I know what you mean, Carl, and I have to think about it. Pass me the bottle would you?” asked Ted.
Both men sat in silence for a while, watching the flames and letting the whiskey warm their blood, their imaginations and inhibitions slowly being released by the liquid fire.
Eventually, Ted got up and after peeing in the bushes, walked to the tent and emerged with a coil of parachute cord and his hunting knife. Walking back over to the fire he put the cord in his pants pocket and sitting down said, “So what do you say… I think we should go pay that girl a visit. What do you think?”
Carl looked across the fire at Ted as a nasty smile lit up his face and he replied, “I was just thinking the same thing. Let me get a couple of things and I’ll be right with you.” Getting up he too went pee and then to the tent. Coming out he had a camera and a pistol he bought for “protection”, though from what he was never able to really say. “I figure this might be a memorable moment!” he said holding up the camera.
Ted laughed and banked the fire. “Let’s take another bottle with us. Who knows? Maybe she’s lonely down there,” he laughed.
The two men set off with their bottle and a short time later were at the edge of the field.
“So what should we do?” Ted whispered to Carl. “Just walk up there and knock, or what? It doesn’t look like she’s awake. Her tent is dark.”
Without warning, Carl called out across the field, “Halloo the tent! Is anybody up?” Without waiting for a reply, he started across the small field to the tent, his way brightly lit by a clear sky and a full moon shining down.
“Wait for me!” Ted whispered and stumbled across the field after him.
“Hello!” Carl called again and this time a light went on in the tent.
Willow unzipped the flap to her tent and called out, “Hello! How can I help you? Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, we’re fine miss. My friend and I were just thinking you’d like to join us for a drink. We haven’t seen anyone for days and we’re just being hospitable, ain’t we Ted?”
“Oh yeah, just being hospitable miss,” Ted echoed as he caught up with Carl on the edge of Willow’s campsite.
“Uh, I guess,” said Willow hesitantly, trying to figure out what would be the best way to deal with this as the fog of sleep lifted from her mind.
“Great then!” said Carl. “Should we join you in the tent,” he asked while ribbing Ted, “ or are you coming to join us out here?”
“I’ll, I’ll be right out,” Willow said as she started to realize she might be in trouble here. “I need to get dressed,” she said and as soon as she said it, she knew it was a mistake.
“Oh, that’s okay,” Carl laughed and then took a guzzle from the bottle of whiskey. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he went on, “My friend and I were watching you earlier from the hill up there so trust me, you don’t have nothing you can hide from us!” and he laughed again.
Scrambling to pull on her pants, Willow blushed as she thought of what she had done in the pond earlier and now these men had been watching her! She really was in trouble she realized, unless she played this right.
“What?” she asked from the tent with a fake laugh to her voice. “You were watching me? Why you dirty boys, what would your wives say?”
“Well fortunately my wife’s not here, and Ted here, he’s not married right at the moment, so neither of us really have to worry about what our wives would say. Isn’t that so Ted?”
Unzipping the tent, Willow stepped out wearing a pair of light hiking slacks, a tee-shirt and a short sleeved khaki shirt. “What are you guys drinking?” she asked trying to steer the conversation away from her being naked a moment before.
“Whiskey. You want some?” asked Carl, holding out the bottle.
“Uh, sure, I’ll have a drink,” she said and stepping toward the two men, reached for the bottle. As she did so, she noticed Ted was stepping around behind her and without thinking, she spun and ran.
Willow headed across the field toward the trees and it took a minute for the men to respond. “Shit!” Carl said and yelled at Ted, “Get her!” and they both took off running.
With her head start and lithe build, Willow would have been gone in an instant, but when she left the moonlit field for the dark of the woods, rather than slow till her eyes adjusted she just plunged ahead until an old downed tree tripped her up. She hit it full blast, knocking her feet out from under her and she fell face first momentarily knocking the wind out of her. A moment was all the men needed.
Willow got as far as her hands and knees and they were on her like wolves. Carl, surprisingly for his bulk, was on her first and he grabbed the waist of her pants from behind and jerking her bodily into the air, pulled her pants down her slim legs till they bunched on her shoes. Prying one of her shoes off he slid the leg of her pants off after it and spun her onto her back. Willow sat up and slapping at Carl, tried to crab backward across the forest floor away from him but Carl grabbed her panties and pulled her back to him until her panties tore free.
“Leave me alone you son of bitch!” she screamed at him and tried to backpedal again, but this time she backed into Ted who grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisting her head around to look at him, held his knife to her throat.
“Calm down you bitch!” he threatened high on fear and adrenaline. “You don’t calm down I’ll cut your fucking head off!” he yelled in her face and then threw her to the ground.
Stunned, Willow lay there for a moment and then Carl was on her, shoving her panties in her mouth.
“That ought to shut her up!” he said as he sat up between her legs and unfastening his pants, pushed his pants and boxers to his knees. Spitting in his hand, he spread the moisture between her legs. “Fuck yeah!” he said as he tried to mount her, but again Willow was trying to squirm away from him. Seeing Carl’s dilemma, Ted planted one of his boots on her head, pinning her to the ground so Carl could get his dick in her.
Still, she thrashed under him so Carl held her throat with one hand while with the other he guided his dick between her legs and when the mushroomed head of his cock felt her heat, he slammed it viciously home.
“Ugh!” she cried through her panties and tried to push Carl away, but he was in her. With his hands free he pinned her wrists to the ground and started to fuck her, pumping in and out, deeper and deeper as his cock was lubed up from the hot, wet juice of her cunt. His fat beer belly rested heavily on her, helping to pin her to the ground, but Carl couldn’t get all the way inside her like that so he let go her wrists and sitting up, grabbed her under her knees and pried her wide open. Her cunt felt wonderfully soft, warm and tight around his thick cock pummeling in and out of her.
“Oh my god, Ted,” he grunted between strokes, “she’s even better than I thought she would be!”
Ted stepped off her head and for a minute she lay there motionless, her tits jerking under her shirt to the steady slapping sound of Carl’s balls against her ass while Carl’s calloused hands held her legs spread wide.
~*~
Finished, Carl stood above the pants-less girl and zipped up his pants. “Give me that bottle.! You have got to try some of this,” he said almost reverently as he stumbled from between her legs.
“Oh, I will,” grinned Ted as he unfastened his trousers. Stepping between the prostrate Willow’s legs, he dropped his rough canvas pants and boxer shorts to his ankles. Kneeling, his hard purple cock throbbing before him as though it smelled the feast to be had between Willow’s outstretched thighs, Ted ran his hands up her flat stomach and out of sight under her shirt. “Mmmm… what do we have here,” he said as his clammy, calloused hands found Willow’s firm, full breasts and clamped greedily on them, squeezing and kneading. “Help me free these fine tits would you?” Ted said as he pushed her shirt up with his forearms.
Carl screwed the top back on the whiskey bottle and kneeling above Willow, grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and peeled both her shirts off, turning them inside out as they freed the magnificent curves of her luscious body. Stopping when the tee shirt was still around her neck but the rest was peeled up her faintly struggling arms, Carl winked at Ted and said, “Maybe we should just leave her like that! This way we don’t have to listen to her caterwauling!” he laughed and leaving the shirt pulled over her face, kneeled on her hands, pinning them against the cool earth. His hands free, he sat back on his heels and watched as his friend squeezed and leaning over, loudly sucked the hard nipple of each of her taught melons.
“Yeah baby, that’s it! You know you like it,” Ted said as he sucked and squeezed her tits. Laying on her now, he slid his vein studded cock between the wet folds of her clit until feeling the soft heat of her tight hole momentarily catch the head of his cock, he slammed it mercilessly home as hard as he could in her tight, hot, cunt. “Yeah!” he moaned as his hips bucked furiously between her quivering thighs.
Powerless to shake the hard weight of the man lying on her, Willow felt his fat, hard cock plowing its way deeper and deeper in her belly, stretching her lips wide so she was torn between spreading her legs wide to keep him from hurting her, or squeezing her knees as tight as she could to stop the onslaught of his engorged penis pumping frantically into her to the wet sound of his balls slapping against her clenched ass.
“Yeah baby!” he groaned again, this time in her ear through the shirts stretched over her panty gagged face. “I’m going to fill you up,” he panted and squeezing her tits hard, rammed his cock all the way home hard.
Twisting to keep him from moaning in her ear, she struggled under him as she felt his body go rigid and then felt his fat cock stretching her wide, start to pump his hot come spasmodically inside her. Filling her with heat, she heard the man moan from above her as he lifted himself on her tits, his cock throbbing inside her. “Yeah!” she heard from above and she felt his heat slide down his cock till it was dripping wetly along her clenched asshole and down between her clenched buttocks onto the cool forest floor. The man rammed his cock deep inside her again and again, punching the breath from her lips until he went limp, and spent, lay on her cool body.
“Fuck yeah, Carl,” he panted. “I can hardly wait to do this girl again!” Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, he pulled out of Willow and sat up. “Pass me the bottle,” he asked heavily. Taking a swig, he looked over Willow’s magnificent body, his for the taking, and felt himself start to get hard again. “Let’s say we take her back to camp and make a night of it, what do you say buddy?”
Smiling a little goofily in his drunken state, Carl leaned forward and almost reverently cupping Willow’s full breasts, replied, “I think that’s a great idea, Ted,” and gave her tits a hard squeeze bringing a muffled gasp from the girl beneath him. “We can do anything with her we want, can’t we?” he said half to himself and half to Ted with another hard, prolonged squeeze. “You know Ted, I’m going to do things to this girl I’ve wanted to do my whole life but Christy has never wanted to. I’m going to fuck her every way but loose!” he laughed and getting off her hands, sat up.
The two men tied Willow’s hands together before pulling her shirt back down and gathering up her pants and one shoe. Having gathered what they could see in the dim light of the moon, they stood her up and walked her staggeringly back to their camp. On the way they both silently passed the bottle back and forth as they led Willow on a short reign tied to her wrists.
Reaching the camp, they debated what to do with her but seeing the gutting limb strung between the two trees reflect dully in the light from their fire, they decided to throw the rope binding her wrists over the log ten feet in the air and pulling her hands taught above her head, tied the loose end to a tree trunk.
Done with their labors, the two men threw more wood on the fire and sat for a moment taking in the beauty of their shivering young captive trussed on the other side of the fire.
“Damn she’s pretty Carl. Here, hold this,” he said handing Carl the bottle and standing up, pulled out his sheath knife. “I know how to make this perfect.”
Ted stepped around the fire and Willow tried to back away from him but was helplessly bound by her hands tied above her head. Reaching her, Ted bunched the bottom of her shirt in his fist and pulling it taught, cut it up the front with his knife. Sheathing his knife he crossed behind her and Carl watched in hard-on awe as Ted ripped the shirt off her back, her exposed tits held higher than usual by her upturned arms jiggling magnificently in the firelight.
“Oh my God Ted,” he said as he set the whiskey bottle down and stood up. Fumbling with his tent poled pants, he said, “I’ve got to have her!” and walking to the retreating girl standing on tip toe, Carl dropped his pants. Stooping, he caught her under her knees and lifting her spread legs to meet him, impaled her on his yearning cock. Twisting her, pulling her down onto him, he threw his head back and groaned as his shaft sank to the hilt in her tight, hot hole. “Yes,” he groaned and guided her gently, the silken heat of her tight cunt gripping, caressing his cock as he slid her slowly up and down his pole.
“That’s it man, fuck her!” Ted encouraged as he slid his hand down his pants and watched.
Exhausted, Willow let herself hang limply from the rope tied around her wrists, her head and billowing hair swaying gently to and fro while Carl slid her up and down the fat cock beneath his beer belly.
“Hold on man, I have an idea!” said Ted as he pulled his hand out of his pants and started to undo the rope holding Willow up. Loosened, he lowered her a bit until her body was even with Carl’s thrusting hips and retied it. Walking to her head, he dropped his pants to his ankles and holding Willow on either side of her head, slid his cock along her partially opened lips.
“Suck it honey,” he cooed, “ or it’ll go rough for you,” he said and rammed his cock against her lips. Trembling, her lips opened slightly and then she opened her mouth wide as Ted slid the mushroomed capped head of his fat, vein-lined cock between her lips. “That’s it honey, that’s it,” he said as he matched Carl’s rhythm, driving and drawing his cock from her lips with a faint, moist pop as Carl slapped his balls wetly against her loosening ass on the other end. “Suck it harder… take it deeper,” he crooned as he drove it harder and harder against the back of her throat, her wet tongue stroking him thickly in hopes he would come and leave her alone.
“All the way baby, that’s it, all the way,” he grimaced as holding her hard, he drove into her, her pinned body arching slightly from the pressure of the men on either end. “Come on, all the way!” he strained, and suddenly his shaft sank all the way in her mouth, her swallowing throat drawing him like a tight hot glove, milking his cock. “Yeah! Baby, that’s it!” he groaned as he let go her head and with one hand rubbed the swollen outline of his cock in her throat while with the other he fondled her breast lightly before sinking his fingers in her soft, round flesh and pulling her tight against his hairy crotch… his balls hanging on either side of her delicate nose.
“Oh my God Carl, you see this?” he asked as he slid her up and down his cock by her tit, the swelling of his cock outlined by the flickering light of the fire.
Willow started to buck and lurch under him so he pulled out giving her a moment to catch her breath and then holding her by both tits this time, jammed his swollen cock hard against her lips until she opened her mouth. Sliding between her thin lips his cock went straight to the back of her throat and pressed there until with a tremendous squeeze and steady pull on her breasts, she swallowed and his cock raced down her throat.
“That’s it! Keep swallowing!” he said and then to Carl, “Carl man, you’ve got to do this. This is tighter than her cunt and when she swallows it’s like she’s trying to milk me dry! Goddamn this feels good,” he cried and throwing his head back, drunkenly howled to the moon while ramming her face hard into his crotch by pulling at her full tits.
Laboring between her legs, Carl continued to pump his cock into the girl while Ted fucked her throat. “Damn, Ted! I think I’ve had too much to drink,” he said as beads of sweat lined his brow. “Wait, there we go,” he moaned and pulling her tight onto him, he could be seen straining and trembling lightly as he came in Willow’s cunt for the second time that night. “Yes… there we go,” he whispered while Ted pulled out so the girl could gasp for air. Setting her down, the angle was messed up for Ted who tried to pull her head back and straddle her face again but her arms were in the way.
“Dang Carl,” Ted said, uncertain what to do. “I was about to come, man.”
“Do it between her tits,” Carl said as he pulled up his pants and walked back over to the fire and the bottle.
Taking his advice, Ted stood in front of her but she was too low for him to fuck her tits. “I got it, get me that shoe grease would you?”
Carl raised his eyebrows wondering what Ted was up to, but he went and got the tin of grease.
“Let the rope go,” Ted said as he opened the grease and scooped some out in his hand. Carl did as he was asked and when Willow fell limply to the ground, she tried to curl up into herself but Ted caught her by the ankles and pulling her to him, rolled her over in the same motion. Straddling her closed thighs, he tossed the tin aside and ran his greased hand between her clenched buttocks. “Man, this is going to be even better than her mouth,” he said and jammed two of his greased fingers deep in her ass causing Willow to stiffen and try to scramble out from under him. Pumping his fingers in her till he was satisfied she was lubed, with his free hand he held her down while with his greased hand he stroked his cock and then lining up between her buttocks, used his weight to sink his throbbing cock between her smooth butt cheeks and into the tight ribbon of her asshole.
“No!” Willow shouted, having spit out her panties… her body trembling under his piercing dick.
“Oh yeah, bitch!” Ted said, looking like a devil in the flickering firelight as the veins stood out on his neck. “Right in your fucking ass! You’ve never had it like this before, have you?” he grunted as he twisted his hips to drive even farther, his fat cock stretching her ass till she screamed. “Yeah baby! Scream while I fuck your ass! No one’s going to hear you!” he laughed and viciously bucked his cock in and out of her ass, sinking deeper with every stroke.
Meanwhile, Carl watched idly and finding the camera in his pocket, took pictures of Ted violently fucking the young girl on the forest floor. The flash caught eerily white pictures of a brutal scene from hell; the girl’s tied hands scratching the earth in front of her, her legs alternating between vainly trying to kick at the man or her toes scraping the earth, her lithe legs flexed as she tried to escape him. Ted, saliva dripping from his gnashing teeth as the muscles in his legs and buttocks rippled with the effort to tear the young girl in half with his cock… his calloused, filthy hands pushing her face in the dirt or as he approached his climax, searching under her prone body to squeeze and tear at her breasts.
“Yeah, baby…” he moaned as his fucking crescendoed in frenzy, his hips slapping faster and faster into her buttocks. “Yeah!” he cried as he lay atop her, his whiskeyed breath panting in the nook of her neck, his hands tearing, squeezing, stretching pitilessly under her. With a groan, he sank his cock as hard and deep into her as he could and simultaneously bit the nape of her neck, his teeth tearing at her young flesh while his rock hard pole tore into her soft ass, pumping its load of blistering hot white come deep into her belly. “Yeah,” he grimaced through clenched teeth, heard only by him as Willow screamed in pain under him. “Fuck yeah.”
~*~
Later, the two men sat on their log by the fire and passing the bottle, silently watched the young girl’s sobbing quiet, and then still. Carl had thrown a blanket over her when Ted had finished ravaging her ass and Willow lay curled beneath it. The sun was softly rising in the east casting a golden glow through the clear mountain sky overhead.
“Man Carl, that was some piece of ass,” Ted said thoughtfully.
“That she is… that she is,” agreed Carl. “You know though, we’re going to have to do something with her. Someone’s going to come looking for her soon and I don’t want to be here when they do.”
“I know what you mean,” nodded Ted who took a quick sip from the almost empty whiskey bottle. “But the question is, what?”
“Lots of accidents happen in the backwoods. What’s an accident that would explain this?”
“I can’t think of one except her getting lost. Lots of people go hiking in the woods and get lost, never to be found. Maybe that’ll happen to her… you know?” said Ted with a raised eyebrow to Carl.
“Yeah, I know. Let’s walk her back down to her camp and take care of it down there. I’ll get the shovel, you bring her.”
Carl rummaged through their stuff and found a shovel while Ted went to the girl and picking up the rope binding her wrists, gave her a tug and told her to get up. “Come on girl. We’re going down to your camp to get you some clothes.”
Carl came up to them carrying the shovel and frightened, Willow asked what it was for.
“Nothing, we just want to make sure your camp fire is out is all. A fire down there would race across the field and burn us up here. Can’t be too careful in the woods,” he laughed and tugging on her wrists, led her out of the camp.
Ted went in front holding the rope and Carl followed up the procession, having a hard time keeping his eyes off Willow’s slim legs and pert derriere as she stepped nimbly behind Ted. He wondered what it had been like for Ted to do her back there last night, but he would never ask.
When the trio reached Willow’s camp, Ted dropped the rope and seeing Willow’s soap and towel still on a branch by the pond, told her to go ahead and take a bath. It would be the last one she took for a long time.
Seeing no real way she could escape, Ted cut the bindings holding her wrists.
At first, the men were content to sit on the bank of the pond and watch their captive bathe, but Carl couldn’t get the image of Ted ramming his cock in her ass out of his mind and standing, he started to strip saying, “I think I’m going to take a bath, too.”
“Yeah, you do that now,” leered Ted. “I think I’m going to go take a look around.”
Naked, Carl stepped into the chilly water, his erect dick pointing the way to Willow.
From waist deep in the pond, willow watched him wade over and noticed Ted walking off into the woods with the shovel. “Where’s your friend going?” she asked.
“Oh Ted, every once in a while he needs some time by himself. He’ll be okay,” Carl said and standing next to Willow, felt a little more timid in the light of day.
“Hand me the soap, would you?” he asked.
Willow passed him the soap but let her hand linger on his while she said, “Listen, Carl. I know you two have to figure out what to do with me and I also saw you watching Ted take me from behind last night. If you help me get out of this, I’ll let you do me like he did, right now. Deal?”
Not thinking of anything beyond her round buttocks and her firm, erect nipples pointing at him, Carl cleared his throat and said, “Sure.” After waiting a beat, he asked her, “ How should we do it, right here?”
Willow held her hand out for the soap and then stepped past him into shallower water until it came to half way up her thighs. Keeping her back to him, she lathered the small of her back and then ran the sudsy bar of soap between her buttocks. Satisfied, she looked over her shoulder at Carl, nodded and then faced the woods again, absentmindedly lathering her breasts as she listened to Carl approach behind her.
Breathing heavily, he ran his hand between her thighs and used the silky residue to stroke his rigid cock. “Bend over a little,” he said hoarsely and holding her shoulder with one hand, spread her butt cheeks with the fat head of his cock. Feeling the soft, ribboned depression of her asshole under his head, he slowly pushed into the young girl who gasped as the head of his cock suddenly popped between the clenched lips of her hole.
“Oh my god, yes!” Carl moaned.
Willow slowly gyrated her hips and bending over a little more, leaned back onto his pole, taking him deeper inside her.
“Goddamn yes, girl! I had no idea this could be so good!” he panted. Pulling her to him, he struggled to sink his shaft all the way home because of his beer belly, but his hands ran up and down her taught body… squeezing and massaging her full, young breasts then down her flat tummy till he felt the fuzz of her bikini wax. “Yes,” he moaned.
Willow took his hands in hers and led them between her hips and held them there. “Fuck me, Carl,” she whispered and with renewed fervor, he ground in her, only to feel a bulge under his hands.
“Oh my god, is that me?” he asked and ground into her again feeling the same nub caress his hands from inside her.
She simply nodded and it was too much for Carl, he came with a violence he didn’t know he had. Pulling her onto him, feeling his cock run all the way through her, he held her tight to him as load after load of hot come rifled down his cock. “Yes!” he moaned into her neck, his legs quivering with the effort to drive even deeper inside her.
“It’s always nice to see young love in the Springtime,” laughed Ted as he stepped out of the woods in time to see Carl come in Willow. “She’s nice that way, ain’t she Carl?”
Spent, it took Carl a second to realize what was going on but he heard Willow say, “Oh shit!” under her breath. “You’ve got to do something Carl.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” he replied and drew deliciously out of her. “Ted,” he called as he waded out of the pond, “I’m thinking maybe there’s another way out of this.”
“Oh, like what?” asked Ted reaching the tent and spiking the shovel in the ground.
Reaching for his jacket that still held the pistol from last night, Carl said, “I don’t know… maybe we could take pictures with her doing us and then if it ever came to court we would have proof that she did it voluntarily.”
Ted, sidling up to Carl, seemed to think about that for a moment and just as Carl pulled the handgun, Ted punched him squarely in the chin dropping Carl like a dead cow.
“Wow, girl,” he said as he looked at his friend and massaged his hand. “I knew your cunt was good, but not that good.” Stooping to pick up the pistol and put it in his pants, Ted beckoned Willow over to him. Stunned, panicked like a rabbit at the violent turn of events, Willow stepped gingerly to him.
“Get me the rope,” Ted commanded and she did. Handing it to him he spun her around and tied her hands behind her back.
Finished, he growled, “Come on,” and grabbing hold of her hair, he roughly jerked her after him, picked up the shovel as he strode by, leading a whimpering Willow to the forest after him.
When Carl came to, he had a tremendous headache and wondered for a second why he was laying by a stranger’s tent, naked.
With a start, Ted’s cold cocking him came rushing back and he stumbled to his feet. “Ted!” he called. Hearing no response, he moved off toward the woods, trying to remember exactly where Ted had gone in.
Stumbling frantically through the woods, calling Ted’s name for what seemed like hours, Carl finally saw a flash of white through a low thicket of brambles bunched against a hill. He saw the flash again and again and heard the heavy grunting of Ted as he drew closer.
“Ted?” he called quietly and stepping to the edge of the bushes, peered over to see something he would never forget. Ted was fucking the young girl while choking her to death in her grave. Her beautiful, slim legs extended out of the narrow, shallow grave on either side of Ted’s naked white hips pumping up and down. His arms were locked in front of him and his fingers bit savagely into the neck of the young, struggling girl as her full upswept tits jounced to the hammering between her spread thighs. She appeared to have something dark crumbled in her mouth and in the dim forest light, Carl thought it was a clod of dirt from her grave.
“Shit!” gasped Ted as his hips slapped wetly between the girl’s open thighs, “it’s harder to strangle someone than you would think!”
Pausing his fucking for a second while temporarily relaxing his hold, he looked at Carl and said, “You know we have to do this. There’s no other way… you know that, right? It would kill your wife and kids if they found out and me? I’m sure as hell not spending the rest of my life in jail for a piece of ass.”
Carl nodded dumbly, still trying to absorb what was happening. “Thank you Ted, you’re right. I don’t know what came over me back there. She’s just so fucking beautiful and you know we’ll never have anything like this again. I just have a hard time giving her up.”
Slowly grinding his hips in her, he replied, “I know man… but there’s always next year, you know?” he said with a smile to Carl and bearing down on her again, continued his fucking while trying to squeeze the life out the young girl.
“Here Ted, this’ll be easier,” said Carl stepping to the edge of the shallow grave, his cock growing in from of him again. “Hand me the gun and right when you come, I’ll shoot her in the head. That way you can enjoy those juicy tits in front of you, too.”
Pausing, Ted thought for a moment and trusting his friend, said, “Fuck yeah!” He let go of Willow’s neck and pulled the pistol to hand to Carl. “Thanks man, I appreciate it,” he said and with a savage, tit popping squeeze, fucked the girl hard as he sucked and tore at her nipples.
He groaned and bucked into the slender, beautiful girl beneath him, the earth around the edge of the grave crumbling and starting to cover what Carl could see of her arms tied behind her back. “Yes,” Ted hissed in a frenzy of hard fucking and with a final slam and vicious squeeze at her tits, arced skyward giving Carl a clear shot as the first of his come pumped down his thick cock into her tight hole. “Do it now,” he said with closed eyes skyward, relishing the feel of her pinned under him, curious about what it would feel like at the instant of her death.
A single shot echoed through the air.
For years afterward, Carl felt terrible about what he did. Whenever this happened all he would have to do is open his safe and pull out a thin envelope of pictures and a jump drive. Plugging the jump drive in his computer, he would watch again and again as he and Willow spent two days fucking each other every way they could in the pond, the field, the woods, the tent, you name it.