0 comments/ 69783 views/ 5 favorites Wildlife Ch. 1 By: ladyphoenix She was going to kill Kevin. The SOB might be her big brother, but he apparently knew less than she did about finding one's way around the big bad woods at night, and she knew exactly squat. "I knew this was a mistake," she grumbled, yelping when yet another slender branch snapped out of the darkness to welt her cheek. "OW!" This "great idea" of Kevin's--a camping trip in the middle of nowhere in the middle of July-- had turned into a joke the minute they'd arrived at what he considered to be the ‘perfect' site, only to realize an hour later that he'd forgotten tent stakes. And bug spray. And matches, and fuel for the camp stove. And supplies for S'mores. All the other stuff she could forgive. But not having graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars had been the last straw. And now they were lost--in separate counties by now, she assumed--and she was exhausted. She didn't want to admit to herself that it had been her bright idea to split up and look for shelter. They did carry cell phones, but hers was already dead. Giving up on finding her brother, Liz had spent the last hour looking for some place she could lie down to sleep without worrying about bears, bobcats and skunks. Shoving through some thick brush, Liz stumbled out of the woods and into a nice wide clearing. Toward the far side of the clearing near the tree line, a squat, solid looking little cabin appeared like the gift of a desert mirage. "Ha!" Liz shouted triumphantly. She might know next to nothing about surviving in the wild, but she was fairly damn sure that skunks couldn't turn doorknobs. The place was dark and apparently deserted--at least for now--and she was in lost camper heaven. Stomping up the two solid plank steps to a narrow porch, Liz made enough noise to warn any creatures that she was coming, and nearly cried when she found a bed, a couple of musty old quilts, a tiny, questionable bathroom circa 1950, and even a fireplace. Twenty minutes later she was curled up on the mattress she'd pulled in front of the fireplace, in bra and socks and panties, but despite the heat, having a little fire, to ward off the bleak of night. Once her head lay on the pillow she was asleep. "Hey! Wake the fuck up!" Liz jolted from sleep, crying out at the hard jab in the back of her thighs and flipping to her back to find that the jab had come from a kick, delivered by a pointed-toe western boot attached t a very tall male. "W--what?" she stammered, still groggy. The fire was nearly out and darkness still reigned outside the window. "I'm...sorry. This must be your cabin...I was lost and--" "Well, you can just get up and get lost again, you trespassing little bitch."\ "S...sure. I'm sorry!" Liz insisted, pulling the quilts around her while grabbing for her jeans, T-shirt and shoes. She managed to get to her feet when the cabin door opened and she turned toward the sound of a new voice. Another man. "Well, what the hell---?" the new man snapped. "We got us a trespasser," the kicker grumbled. "She's leaving." Keeping her head lowered, Liz took a step toward the door, opting for the door and changing outside in preference to being between these two strangers any longer. The one near the door was older, well over six feet tall and dark haired, with steely eyes who looked to be in his fifties. The other was similar in looks, but younger. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to--" A hard hand shot out to prevent her escape. "Well, don't be sorry, ma'am," the elder man said gently. "I sure as hell ain't. You're a real nice surprise." Liz finally looked him in the eye--she couldn't help it; she had to know if what she thought she'd heard had been real. It was real. His grey gaze drilled into hers, fairly smoking with lust. "No." Her voice was helpless; a whisper so raw it hurt her throat. He smiled; his hand tightened on her bare upper arm. "Drop the clothes," he told her firmly. "And the blanket." Liz's hands convulsed on her belongings. "Please...don't," she whispered, panic whistling through her bloodstream. "I'm begging you." "Well, you ain't yet," the steel-eyed man assured her. "But you will. Before we're through with you, pretty girl, you'll be on your hands and knees, begging. For more." A nasty little snicker from behind her had Liz looking over her shoulder to the boy standing there, his posture menacing. He was 19 or 20, maybe, and slightly taller than the other one. "You thinking what I am?" the tall boy mused. "I dunno," the older one replied, taking Liz's shoes and jeans and shirt and tossing them aside. "What're you thinking, son?" SON. Oh, god. Liz cringed. "I think the bitch makes my cock hard." Leering, he slid his hand down to cup the obvious bulge in his jeans, rubbing himself suggestively. Liz closed her eyes, turning away. She opened them again suddenly when the quilts were ripped from her hands. "Don't!" she pleaded. Then screamed, "NO!" as four insistent hands tore the quilt away. Free from the cloth and ‘daddy's' hand on her, she whirled, making a hard run for the door, only to be grabbed and slammed into a wall, face first. "Don't try it," a hard voice growled at her ear. "I'll fucking kill you, bitch." A single sob escaped Liz's throat. She heard herself blubbering...begging not to be hurt but it was as if she weren't really here; everything started to feel more nightmare than reality. The hard young body behind her--the son--pressed her harder against the wall. Liz gasped at the size of his cock, pressing through his jeans and her thin panties like a slab of hot steel. "You're gonna love this," he hissed in her ear. Then, grabbing her tits, he pulled her backward, turning her and shoving her toward the fire. Without pause he stalked toward her where she stumbled across the mattress. Liz screamed when he fisted a hand in her hair, jerking her into position so that she was on her knees on the hard plank floor before him. "No...please," Liz moaned. The fist in her hair tightened. "Open my pants," the boy in front of her ordered, shaking her hard when she hesitated. "Open my fucking jeans!" Liz's hands were shaking and pale against the faded, well worn denim. It took her three tries to get the snap undone but the zipper was easy. He put his free hand over hers on the tab, hurrying her. Then, ignoring her, he shoved at his jeans and briefs, forcing them down over his hips. His cock sprang up, a full, thick eight or so inches crowned with a smear of precum. Wrapping his free hand around the base, he shoved it at her lips. "Suck it!" When she only moaned again, mouth closed, he slapped at her mouth with his dick, wiping precum all over her mouth. "Open your mouth and start sucking, bitch," he growled. Then he pulled her hair until she opened her mouth to scream; instead he stuffed her full of his beefy erection, pulling her forward hard by her hair to bury himself in her mouth and throat. Making animal sounds of satisfaction at having subdued her, he put both hands to her head and immediately began slamming his cock in and out while she whimpered, trying to breathe. Liz fought, but the little bit of air she could gasp between fucking thrusts of his big cock, she quickly felt herself growing limp as she neared unconsciousness. Still, even that blessed darkness eluded her, remaining always just out of reach as she was forced to pleasure the boy's pulsing shaft. "Unh....oh, yes, baby," he hissed above her, watching his own cock sliding out, only to disappear down her slick, wet throat again as he shoved forward. He was rock hard, horny and dying to feed this little bitch a big helping of hot cum. "You love suckin' cock, don't you, whore?" Forcing his meat deeper into her, he threw his head back, crying out in pleasure. "Keep goin', slut...you're gonna drink every drop!" Liz could feel the hot excitement of him; could feel him trembling, his cock twitching and throbbing hard against her tongue. She knew he was nearing his orgasm and dreaded the thought of having to swallow his cum. Blinking tears away, she saw the other one out of the corner of her eye. ‘Daddy' was sprawled out in an armless wooden chair, his jeans and white shorts down around his ankles, shirt open, knees spread obscenely wide. From the thick black thatch of hair between his thighs, his cock jutted up and out; he had one hand on his balls, squeezing, and the other jerking himself off as he watched his son raping her mouth. Liz tried not to gag but as Junior pumped, she could feel saliva running out at the corners of her mouth and she was making rough, wet gurgling sounds as she took him against her will into her mouth and down her throat. Suddenly, Junior stiffened, grabbing her head in a viselike grip and impaling her onto his cock as hard and deep as he could go, closing off her air. "Oh...god...SHIT!" he yelled tightly. "Fuck...." Spasming wildly, his hips bucking against her face, he exploded, shooting thick hot streams of cum down her throat. Liz had to swallow. By the time Junior backed away, moaning with satisfaction, one hand playing with his still hard cock, she was gasping for breath and coughing, her mouth filled with the taste of his cum in place of his cock. Falling onto the mattress, she greedily sucked in air and on every breath came the smell and taste of it. She had only a moment before Daddy was shoving at her, forcing her onto her back, pulling her hair to get her neck at the edge so her head was off the mattress, her throat aligned for him. When she struck out at him, he slapped her so hard on the side of the head that she tasted blood with his son's cum and while her ears were ringing, Junior whipped off his belt to tie her hands behind her back. Then she was put back into position, this time with her arms pulled painfully behind her. Daddy mounted her face. Kneeling at her head, he played with himself while Junior used a hunting knife to cut away her panties and bra. Then they were laughing obscenely, four hands and two greedy mouths and tongues and sets of teeth grabbing, nipping and sucking her tits and forcing her legs apart to play rough fingers between her legs. Fighting to twist away from them earned Liz a hard punch on her inner thigh. "Okay, little girl," Daddy rasped, breathing hard with excitement. "Now you're gonna suck my dick. Be real nice," he said threateningly, "or I'll fuckin choke you with it." Putting one hand on her forehead, he shoved her head back as far as it would go while forcing the hot, bulbous head of his cock to her mouth. Finding her resistent, he let go of his cock and hit her across the tits before pinching her nipples hard. Liz arced up in pain and took him. Opening her lips, she numbly resigned herself to sucking him off and eating his cum. Daddy began sawing in and out of her mouth in a ruthless rhythm that slammed him deep at each stroke. Fortunately Daddy wasn't as long as his son, but he was thick- -an overwhelming mouthful of cock. Liz ate him, disgusted by his lusty grunts and the filthy way he told her how good she was at it. "Make the bitch cum for us, boy," Daddy grunted heavily as Junior shoved open Liz's thighs, lowering his mouth to her pussy. "I want her to cum with my dick in her throat. I want her to remember how much she loves gettin' raped." Liz closed her eyes, crying desperately as she felt Junior's thumbs parting her lips; his hot, wet tongue delving into her for a first taste. "Oh, yeah," Daddy huffed, squeezing Liz's tits. "You spread those legs nice and wide for my boy now, little girl. He's gonna get you off real nice. Oh, shit...you got a sweet fuckin' pussy. That feels real good, don't it, bitch? Junior knew exactly what he was doing. No hard, dry finger thrusts or untutored tongue stabs--he used his mouth to wet her thoroughly before going to work on her clit. The first tiny spasm of pleasure hit Liz and she tried to escape his mouth by twisting and bucking her hips. "That's it, boy!" Daddy urged. "Ride her pussy! Don't stop--the bitch's gonna cream all over your face!" Excited by the idea that his son was going to force her to orgasm, Daddy started jamming his cock into her at a furious pace. "C'mon, girl...suck it!" he growled, slapping her tits hard as he fucked her mouth. "SUCK MY DICK!" Liz obeyed. Like a whore, she gobbled his cock, licking and sucking him the way he told her to. And all the while, she tried to ignore Junior's iron grip holding her thighs apart and his too- expert tongue working like a vibrator against her clit. After ten or fifteen minutes, Junior thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and she bucked hard as pleasure stabbed through her. The start of her orgasm made Daddy cry out, "Aw....fuck!!" and while she lay pinned by Daddy's cock and Junior's hungry mouth she came, her body jerking and bucking wildly. "Yeah, girl...CUM!" Daddy yelled. "Yeah! FUCK!" And then he was shooting molten jism into her mouth, emptying his load while she screamed in protest around his thick meat, body twitching in the last seconds of her own explosion. Before the first hot wave of shame finished washing over her, Daddy whipped his dick from her mouth and Junior got him to help turn her over. Unable to lever herself on her knees with her arms still bound behind her back, Liz found herself on her face on the mattress, her ass in the air. Behind her, Junior made some crude comment and Daddy laughed. Forcing her knees farther apart, Junior got into position behind her and before she could finish a moan of protest, his big young dick was shoved to the hilt in her cum-soaked cunt. "You're a nasty little bitch, aint you?" Junior taunted as he grabbed her hips and starting fucking her hard, his balls slapping her ass at every thrust. "We got us a nasty little cock lover here, Dad." Thoroughly ashamed and utterly humiliated, Liz simply lay there, arms pinned painfully behind her back, legs spread open, and her pussy being viciously pounded by Junior's thick, hard cock. The taste of his cum and his father's lingered in her mouth. She would just lie here quietly, she thought, and take it. Then Junior slapped her ass. Hard. "Wake up, bitch!" Junior demanded. Slapping her again viciously, he fucked her harder. "C'mon...I know you like it hard and nasty. I wanna hear you beg for it!" Liz made the mistake of saying no. Junior pulled out, grabbing her by her bound arms and pulled her up, making her scream as he forced her across the room, slamming her face down onto an old wooden table. Putting one big hand on her back, he held her down hard, kicking her legs apart. "Stop!" Liz sobbed. Her legs were spread so far apart she was afraid she'd split in two. "Please..." "That's right! Beg me!" Liz heard the jangle of a belt buckle...Daddy's, she thought....only an instant before Junior whipped her across the ass with it. "NO............AHHHOWWW....." Liz sobbed. "DON'T!!" "Tell me you want fucked," Junior demanded. "Tell me you're a nasty little whore!" And he struck her again, whipping the backs of her soft thighs. "YES!" Liz sobbed. "YES! I'm a whore...don't hit me anymore!" He did, making her whole body jump, and making her scream. "Tell me!" "I'm a whore," Liz wept, desperate. "A nasty...slut... a cock loving whore!" "What do you want, bitch?" "Fuck me," she barely whispered. The belt whistled through the air again...another stripe on her ass. "OWWW!....Please," she sobbed. "PLEASE!" "Please what, whore?" "Fuck me...Please fuck me!" "Louder, bitch...I don't think you really want it." "FUCK ME....PLEASE! I want your cock inside me!" She screamed again when he put his hands on her ass, spreading her wide from behind, and shoved his cock so far up into her pussy she nearly went over the table. And while Liz sobbed, Junior gave her the hardest, cruelest fucking of her life, laughing at her pain and making her beg him over and over. Through the night, she was reduced to an animal. She was whipped and fucked; forced to crawl on her hands and knees to beg each man to be able to suck the cum from their engorged cocks. She took them in her pussy and her mouth and took their abuse, all the while having to tell them that she wanted it; needed it. In the morning, when they finally kicked her out, nude, tossing her clothes out after her, Liz grabbed up her things, running for the edge of the wood where she could be hidden from their sight. There she fell to her knees, dropping her things around her, looking back at the cabin where her night of horror had just ended. Sobbing, her body sore and her pussy weeping cum from both men, she couldn't help what she needed to do. Sitting back on her thighs, she grabbed her own tit with one hand, squeezing hard before pinching the nipple, and shoved her other into her abused pussy. And there, just released from hell, she moaned and cried out as she gave herself one orgasm after another, head thrown back, body bucking with pleasure. To Be Continued... Wildlife Ch. 2 Wildlife Ch. 2: Kevin's Story The wilderness was looking better every minute, Kevin thought. He'd been marching around in circles for hours and was just getting ready to settle down in a bed of leaves to wait for morning, hoping his little sister had found a safe place to sleep until first light, when an angel had found him while she was out picking up firewood. Now, following her through the woods along a noisy stream, Kevin grinned at his luck--and at the sway of her very feminine hips encased in a tight pair of bleached out jeans. It took only a few minutes before they reached her campsite. Turning to him, the petite blonde--Kandy, she'd said, and a very fitting name it was, Kevin mused--smiled. "Here we are," she said softly. "Just drop the wood over there." Kevin took the wood he'd carried for her, dumping it in the spot she indicated. Kneeling in the dirt to stack it, he turned to smile at her over his shoulder. She was angelic; adorable. Petite, with big, sparkling green eyes and a longish mop of gold curls, she had centerfold breasts which were unbound under her white T-shirt and hips to die for. He was gonna love seducing her. Opening his mouth to start sweet-taking her (right into her sleeping bag, he hoped like hell) he found his sweet words choked off by the sight of the big SOB who came out of the darkness. A foot taller than the blonde, the man was as dark as she was fair, and as hard and muscular and she was curved and soft. Even his voice was rough where hers was smooth. "What'd you drag in now, darlin?" The giant asked, slipping his arms around the blonde from behind. Smiling seductively, she licked her full, heart-shaped lips. "I got us a new toy, baby," she murmured. Kevin saw the shock in the giant's eyes just as the girl must have felt it. Sliding her hands over his, she raised them to her tits, rubbing herself into his palms; placating and clearly arousing him all at once. "Ah, honey," she drawled sweetly. "I always find pretty girls for you. You said we could try this sometime. I want to play with him tonight." Sliding one of his hands lower, to the sweet vee between her legs, she purred with pleasure. "I want two cocks tonight, honey....please?" Kevin couldn't move. He was pinned by his own astonishment and fear, and the look of the big man's dark eyes cutting him across the fire. "Alright," he agreed finally, to the blonde's obvious delight. ‘But--" "I know Marc," she answered quickly. "No ass fucking unless you're the one doing the fucking, and no cock sucking unless you're the one getting sucked." Nodding, the giant stepped away from her and toward Kevin. "That's right. I don't take it up the ass and I don't suck cock." Directing the last line at Kevin, the man grabbed him by the shirt, jerking him upright. "But," he whispered conspiratorially to Kevin, "if Kandy says so, YOU WILL. Understand, little boy?" The iron grip shook Kevin a little. Kevin nodded. He'd walked into a fucking nightmare. Though he was taller than Kandy, Kevin was still half a head shorter than Marc. And while Kevin was pretty well built, he was no match for Marc's obvious brawn. "L...look," Kevin started, only to be shaken harder. "Shut the fuck up!" Marc roared. "You're gonna do whatever my Kandy wants. Got that, boy?" "Y--yeah." He got it. And was going to get it, judging from the hot gleam in Miss Sweet and Innocent's eyes. Kevin tried to clear his head. "You just hold him for me, baby," Kandy murmured. "While I get him nice and hard." He was about to be raped! That odd, unbelievable thought ran through Kevin's head. He didn't know if he should scream or laugh. Marc was behind him now, holding him tight with two beefy hands on his shoulders. Kandy was on the far side of the fire, beginning an erotic striptease. Kevin couldn't help but watch, spellbound as Kandy licked her lips, ran her small, delicate hands over her own curves, and moved her hips seductively. When she finally pulled her T-shirt over her head, freeing her big, firm tits to bounce erotically, Kevin realized that his dick was granite hard. Then she stripped out of her jeans, revealing a body like gold and cream in the firelight. Most men could live a thousand years without seeing a female body that voluptuous. That obscenely...delicious. When Kandy turned, bending over to give him a full view of her smooth, round ass, Kevin choked and nearly came in his pants. "C'mon, Kandy," Marc rumbled behind Kevin, softening his hard-on a little. "Don't tease. He's gonna start drooling in a minute." Smiling at the gruff compliment, Kandy sidled around the fire, her small, cherry-red painted toenails stirring the soft, sandy ground. Stopping before Kevin, she rubbed her hard-tipped tits playfully over his T-shirt, licking those gorgeous pink lips again. Again, his dick was full to bursting--for all of two seconds, when Marc said threateningly in his ear, "Try to run and I'll fucking kill you," before walking away. Watching the man slip off into the shadowy edge of their campsite, Kevin obeyed. He didn't see the guy, but knew he was there--somewhere. Watching. Apparently this was nothing more than a sexual game Kandy and her man liked to play with unwilling... Hell, Kevin thought. If it were just Kandy and her heavenly body, he'd be willing and then some. But these two made it sound like...like they were planning to make him to things he didn't want to do. While Kandy began pulling his shirt up to strip it off him, Kevin could hear her man's gruff voice in his mind. ‘Ass fucking' ‘Cock sucking' Kevin jerked in surprise as Kandy's tits rubbed over his naked chest. Looking down at her with her deceptive virgin eyes and whore's lips, Kevin shuddered. He was so fucking hot for her that he wanted to shove her down to her knees, whip out his dick and beat himself off in her face, covering her luscious mouth with his cum. And at the same time, he was terrified at the thought of Marc doing the same to him. Lust and fear. The combination made him sweat and his heart slam hard in his chest. But so far, it wasn't softening his cock. Purring with pleasure, Kandy ran her hands all over him, finally sliding teasingly over the denim that was nearly bursting in an effort to contain his cock. Kevin jerked. "Oooo...you're so big," Kandy sighed, unfastening his snap fly. "I love big men, " she cooed, slipping one hand inside to barely skim his length before grabbing his dick hard and squeezing him hard. The pain made Kevin wince, but it was mixed with a burning kind of pleasure that made him gasp as well. Then her grip eased, becoming a warm caress as she drew his heavy cock from his jeans. Stepping away only far enough to drag her gaze down to the thick, hard shaft in her hand, her expression suddenly became intense and very, very hungry. Standing there, bare-chested in the firelight with his jeans and briefs bunched halfway down his thighs and his dick stretched painfully full and pulsing against her skin, Kevin felt like he was about to be somebody's dinner. Then Kandy pulled his head down to give him hot, openmouthed kisses and Kevin was lost in the faint taste of chocolate mint and woman. She moaned as his arms went around her and he caressed the smooth, warm globes of her ass. Within a minute they were devouring one another with voracious hands and mouths. Kandy alternately kissed his mouth, his throat and chest and his stiff male nipples while her hands danced like hot lightning over his cock and balls and ass. Then she began whispering to him between kisses, telling him about the sort of games she and Marc liked to play, making him even hotter as he imagined the scenes in his mind. "I pick up a pretty girl," she murmured, thrusting her tits into Kevin's hands. "I like brunettes," she breathed heavily. "With big, firm tits. And we take her to some hotel room or maybe some deserted park. Then Marc holds her so I can strip her whether she likes it or not." Kevin grunted when she squeezed his balls. "I like it when they fight," Kandy whispered hotly. "It gets me so wet when they fight. When he has to hold them down tight and they struggle while I suck their tits or he fucks them. Hard." She was breathing heavier now, her eyes bright with a raging fever of lust. "But...I made him promise me that someday...we'd get a guy and he'd let me watch." The words barely registered in Kevin's brain before Kandy was on her knees in the dirt and without preliminaries, his cock was in her mouth. "Uhhhh...shit!" Kevin shoved all ten fingers into the thick mass of her gold ringlets and started pumping. He moaned like a wild animal while she sucked his swollen cockhead and deepthroated his shaft. He was so far gone in pleasure, his eyes closed tight, that he didn't hear the giant come up behind him until those beefy hands were on his shoulders again, pushing him down. Knees already weak and shaking, Kevin went down fast, landing hard on his knees. He was kneeling right beside Kandy who was still in the same position. Then Marc walked around from behind them, circling around to face the two of them, completely nude. Kevin rocked back on his heels, jaws gaping. "Don't even think about running, motherfucker." Oh, he had. And he was still thinking about it. Kevin knelt there, numb with shock, finally realizing what Kandy had said. That SHE was going to watch. Which meant that he... Marc stood between Kevin and the fire, a towering masculine figure roped with heavy muscle- -and a very thick cock at least nine inches long jutting up from the juncture of his thighs. "No," was all Kevin could get past his closed throat. "It's okay, baby," Kandy purred in his ear. Marc came closer, one big hand pumping his erection. "I've always wanted to watch another man suck Marc's dick." "No!" Kevin gasped, trying to scramble backward. Hampered by his jeans and briefs, he got nowhere before Marc had a handful of his hair, jerking him back painfully back to his knees. "NO! Let me go, man! I don't suck cock!" Kevin insisted. Marc's hold tightened. "You're gonna suck mine, asshole. Just do what Kandy tells you to and shut the fuck up!" Kevin squeezed his eyes shut. He'd never touched another mans fuckstick before and he sure as hell had never sucked a man off. Mute with disgust, he shook his head. "It's okay, baby," Kandy crooned. "You wanna make me hot, don't you?" she breathed in Kevin's ear while her hands played with his softening dick. "We're just playing. Open your eyes. See how delicious his cock is? Go ahead, honey...look at it and think about how hard you're gonna fuck me later." When Kevin kept his eyes firmly shut, Marc jerked on his hair. "She said open your eyes, dickhead!" Kevin did. Grimacing at the hard tug on his scalp, Kevin did what he was told--and got an eyeful of throbbing cock. "That's right, motherfucker," Marc growled, one hand still in Kevin's hair and the other pumping slowly up and down his shaft. "Get a good look." It was HUGE. Stretched to bursting above a pair of heavy, low swinging balls, from Kevin's point of view Marc's cock was the biggest thing he'd ever seen. But maybe that was because he expected to be getting it shoved down his throat any second. "It's delicious," Kandy whispered in his ear. Reaching for Marc's cock with her right hand, she took over stroking it, gently drawing Marc forward and his cock closer to Kevin's lips. "Having a man's meat in your mouth is so fucking sexy," she breathed. "The hot taste of him, throbbing on your tongue..." Another inch closer. "The power you feel when he starts moaning and begging you to go faster. Deeper." Another inch. "The hot, creamy explosion of his cum while he shakes and groans." The dark, hot brush of another man's cock against his lips made Kevin close his eyes again, but he didn't pull away. He could smell clean skin and musky excitement; was almost mesmerized by Kandy's sexy voice and her left hand on his own dick. Kandy kissed the corner of his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he parted his lips; she gave him her tongue--and slid the hot, bulbous head of Marc's cock into his mouth. Marc's big hands held his head, preventing him from backing away. Kevin found himself in a triad of a french kiss. His tongue and Kandy's danced teasingly over and around the head of Marc's shaft, wetting it so that it began to slide easily forward and back--a half inch forward; quarter of an inch back. Deeper, creeping into Kevin's mouth while Kandy slowly drew her tongue back. And then Kandy was gone and Kevin found himself kneeling there with a dick in his mouth and a beautiful woman stroking his meat. "You fucking bite me and you're dead," Marc whispered. Kevin was frozen. Kneeling there in the moonlight, the smell of wood smoke surrounding them, he felt as if he were in the middle of a strange dream. Kneeling in the pliant give of sandy ground, his ass and cock were exposed to the night air and Kandy's hot, busy hands and he was sucking a huge, hard dick. Two or three inches of slick male skin over steel shaft on his tongue. Pulsing. Waiting to be gobbled like a hot, juicy sausage stuffed to bursting. Closing his eyes, Kevin schooled himself to think of Marc's cock as that delicious meat in his mouth. Slowly, slowly, he pulled in another inch...another. Thinking of savory, mouth-watering meat. Trying to ignore the way Marc's hands on his head became a hard, possessive male caress. Denying the darts of pure erotic excitement this forbidden taste of swollen cock was shooting into his own crotch. And the slow way he and Marc began moving forward and back, Marc mouth fucking and Kevin being fucked, in nearly silent agreement that both wanted the pleasure of this forbidden thing. Kandy pressed her bottom lip between her teeth in an effort to keep from moaning, afraid the sound would break the erotic spell. Taking Kevin's hands in hers, she slowly drew them to his own beefy erection, involving him in her hand play. Inches away from her own mouth, Marc's big cock was sliding wetly, firmly, into and out of Kevin's mouth. Kevin's eyes were closed as if to deny the fact that he was eating another man's fuckstick, but he was making soft grunts of pleasure each time Marc's dick drove a little deeper and his own cock was hard. Marc's head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut in a harsh, almost surprised expression of pleasure. Kandy knew that look; she knew that Marc was loving having his meat being hungrily devoured by a hot, wet mouth; in just a few minutes, he began moaning. "Oh, fuck yeah," he gasped, hips pumping. His fingers convulsed rhythmically in Kevin's thick, dark hair. "Uhhhh...deeper," he growled hoarsely. "Suck me...deeper. Eat it, boy!" Kevin heard the other man's voice but the meaning of his words didn't penetrate the thick fog of his growing excitement. He hardly noticed the loss of Kandy's hands as he worked his own cock, his hips jerking in little spasms. Then he felt Marc's grip tighten and at once he was being pulled toward Marc's groin as Marc shoved his hips forward, cramming his mouth full of heavy beef. Marc's meat pounded the back of his throat as the face fucking began in earnest. Kevin panicked, unable to breathe for a few seconds, then Marc pulled out and thrust again, holding him in place between his vise-like hands. "Don't you even THINK about stopping, cocksucker!" Kevin moaned. But rather than a protest, the sound came out hungry; greedy. Pussy dripping, Kandy sat back on her heels. With the elegant, candy-red tipped fingers of one hand, she played with her tits, rolling her nipples into hard points before scoring them lightly with her nails. Her other hand dipped unerringly down to her wet cunt, her middle finger pressing against her clit before rubbing quickly back and forth over it. The firelight licked hungrily at Marc's ass--the long, heavily muscled lines of his thighs, and the sight of his ass clenching and pushing as he forced his cock into and out of Kevin's mouth made Kandy groan and her hips jerk as she pleasured herself. She'd long fantasized about watching a man on his knees, beating off while Marc fucked his throat, but the reality was hotter than her imagination had ever been. Marc cried out suddenly, his muscles tightening convulsively. He slammed his cock deep once, his balls slapping Kevin's face loudly in the clearing. His big hands holding Kevin's head still, he began jackhammering, hips slamming Kevin's face. "Suck it," he growled. "SUCK IT! C'mon...c'mon...." Desperate to shoot his thick load down the hot, tight throat he fucked, Marc went wild. "C'mon, bitch!" Marc demanded. Looking down at the man kneeling at his feet, the quick jolt of violent, erotic power he felt hardened his cock even more, nearly pushing him over the edge. "You like my dick, boy?" he hissed. "Yeah, you love suckin' dick, you nasty little cocksucker. And you're gonna love eating my cum. C'mon--SUCK HARDER, BITCH!" Loving his power over the other man, Marc fisted his hands, pulling the younger man's hair tight between his clenched fingers. The cocksucker moaned in protest but didn't miss a single, fast thrust. "Unnnhhh...fuck!" Marc shouted, throwing his head back. And then a harsh, violent cry exploded from his throat and he began to shake and thrust. Faster. Harder. "Sweet...cocksucking...mutherfucking....BITCH!" Marc shouted, hips jerking hard. And then his words disintegrated into a rough grunt and his entire body shuddered as he shot a blast of white hot lava down the tight throat he fucked. "Ahhhhhh...YESSSSSS!" Marc moaned, cumming harder and hotter and longer than he ever had in his life. Balls spasming, dick jerking, he pumped shot after shot of thick, creamy cum, his body quaking with every deep explosion. The dark, tingling pleasure he felt from his balls, up his spine, and back down to the arches of his feet made him sway. Kevin found himself hurriedly gulping, shocked at his own desperate sucking as he tried to catch every drop of the giant's jism. Finally, when the hands on his head relaxed and the cock in his mouth finally began to withdraw, he took it from his mouth and held it in both warm hands, licking it clean. Rising, Kandy walked to her men, sliding her arms around Marc's neck and kissing him deeply, while Kevin finished licking Marc's cock. Then she slid her fingers into Kevin's hair, pulling his mouth away. "Now me," she said sternly, watching Kevin give up his cocksucking reluctantly. Marc walked away, his cock temporarily relieved, to watch. Fisting her hand in Kevin's hair, she drew him up off the ground, ignoring his moan of protest as she led him to the edge of the campsite, turned, and pulled him to her. "Fuck me!" she ordered. Kevin put his hands on her thighs, just below her ass, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as he forced her back up against a tree, adjusting her, and ramming his cock home. A gasp was all he would allow her. His balls already tight and ready to burst, Kevin's voice was a low rumble as he put his mouth to her ear. "You bitch," he growled, too low for Marc to hear. Slamming his thick, throbbing cock into her. Again....again. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, making him shudder. "You loved it, didn't you?" she whispered back. "DIDN'T YOU?" she demanded, moaning as his hard thrusts rubbed the bare flesh of her back and ass into the rough bark. "Unhhhh...yes!" he hissed. "Now, YOU taste!" And with that, he forced her lips to open under his, thrusting his tongue deep. Kandy groaned. The hot, musky scent of her lover's cum was on Kevin's breath and in his mouth. Sucking Kevin's tongue into her mouth, she shared the living quicksilver taste of Marc's cream while Kevin battered at her sopping cunt with a hard-on like warm marble. Wildlife Ch. 2 Jamming her hand between their bodies, Kandy frantically worked at her clit. Her pussy being rammed and the taste of a man's cum in another man's mouth sent her flying over the edge. Stiffening and clawing, Kandy jerked as if she'd been struck, tearing her mouth from Kevin's to arch her back and scream. Her orgasm and the hot rush of it swallowing up his dick was all Kevin needed. Drilling into her hot center, he gave her deep, fast thrusts, grunting hard and blowing his whole hot load into her in thick, wild spurts. Knees weak, he leaned into her, forcing her against the tree, humping her until every drop was deep inside her pussy walls. Leaning there, breath heaving, he whispered again, "You...bitch," but the words were no more than a gasp. Playing her fingers through his hair, Kandy murmured back, "Ummmm...yes. And you haven't seen anything. Yet."