7 comments/ 237239 views/ 81 favorites Camp Rape By: Ashson Jen and Nicki had a week off work. The two girls had been best friends for years now and had both recently turned twenty. They enjoyed each others company and also liked the same sort of pastimes, including camping and hiking. With hot weather forecast for the week they had headed up to one of their favourite spots. It was a secluded area, and being the off season they had a good chance that they would have it to themselves and would be able to hike and swim at their leisure. They arrived fairly late in the day and pitched their tent in a small clearing by the river. A deep pool formed here at the bend in the river and they considered it a prime spot for a bit of water play. The only downside was having to leave the car a few hundred yards away and hike in through the woods, carrying their things. Arriving fairly late, the hour the girls decided to just take the bare essentials with them, intending to collect the rest of their gear in the morning. An early night and an early awakening, the sun rising and promising to another hot day. "Come on, Jen," called Nicki. "Let's have a quick dip before we get breakfast and finish setting up camp." "Might I point out that our bathers are in the car still?" smiled Jen. "I know that," laughed Nicki, "but we're the only ones here. We can do a quick skinny dip and be out, dried and dressed long before any new arrivals turn up. That is if any turn up at all." "Good point." said Jen, already slipping out of her pyjamas. "Let's go." The pool was somewhat colder than expected, but after some squeals and energetic splashing both girls warmed up and enjoyed the pool. With the pangs of hunger starting to be noticed Jen headed back to the river bank. She grabbed a wrap, slipped on some thongs and told Nicki to start making breakfast while she went down to the car and grabbed the rest of their things. Nicki glided over to the bank and strolled to the tents, grabbing a towel to dry herself. Deciding to wait until Jen brought the rest of their things before getting dressed, she wrapped the towel around herself like a sarong, and started checking to see what supplies they had for breakfast. A footstep, and Nicki looked up, assuming Jen had returned faster than expected. Even as she was standing and turning to where she expected Jen to be she realised that the steps had come from the wrong direction. Before Nicki could fully understand what that meant, the towel was whipped off her, leaving her as naked as a jaybird, and two large hands clamped onto her hips, lifted her and pulled her back against a large body. A large masculine body. Nicki gave a yelp, startled but not scared and glanced down at the hands holding her. The first thing that struck her was that they were very large hands. The largest she had ever seen. And below them, rooted firmly to the ground were two very large feet. Those hands and feet did not belong to any of the campers she had previously met on this site, and she'd met a few jokers here who would think it funny to scare her. Nicki felt a head lean forward and touch lightly on the top of her head and a deep voice rumbles for her to be quiet. He'd take care of everything. Everything? What everything was he talking about? Then the reality of her position dawned. She was naked and had just been picked up as easily as a small child and was being held against a very large male body. Two other details were starting to filter through her mind. These were that the man was naked and by the feel of what was firmly pressed against her buttocks and lower back the people who said you can judge the size of a mans cock by the size of his hands and feet were understating things. And those were very big hands and feet. She felt her stomach sink and turn over as she started to suspect just what he meant by everything and she could feel her pussy starting to tingle and moisten. She was going to be skewered by that thing pressed against her and that there wasn't a single damn thing she could do about it. She wanted to yell, but couldn't force herself to. This was a very big man who was holding her, and he'd said be quiet, so quiet she was. Nicki felt those hands casually lift her even higher and tilt her forward, with a huge knee pushing against and between her knees, forcing them apart and spreading her legs. She is tilted a bit more and her legs are now wide apart, one either side of those tree trunk thighs, while the accompanying cock was now pressed firmly along her vertical slit. Being lifted again, moved up and down, her pussy being rubbed against that mammoth erection. From the way it felt she had the crazy thought that those hands and feet should be twice the size they were. The sensation in her pussy were become a lot more noticeable as her body decided that it liked this feeling, and she felt liquid heat pooling inside her, lubricating her, starting to adjust in anticipation of what was coming. Lifted higher and she felt the monster head brush against her, slide forward and jut between her legs, and found she was being lowered so she was astride it. Nicki was then held effortlessly in midair while the erection was rubbed back and forth slowly, teasing her pussy, reminding her body that an invasion was coming and it had better be ready. Too nervous to look down at the junction of her legs where the warmth was emanating, afraid that she might faint if she actually saw that erection she looked straight ahead. Looking anywhere but down. Looking at the trees. Looking at the river. Looking at Jen coming through the trees, returning from the car, and knowing Jen had spotted her at the same time by the way she abruptly halted with a stunned look on her face. Nicki's hands fluttered making soothing motions, making shushing signs, making stand still signs, trying to tell Jen to just freeze where she was. Apparently successfully as Jen didn't call out, but just moved sidewards to where a tree helped conceal her, and then just stood there watching the little drama unfold. Nicki was breathing hard and her pre-sex juices were flowing. She was wet and helpless, and was feeling tiny and altogether a woman as the monster holding her up continued to rub her up and down his rigid member. Her nether lips were now parting. She had no control over them. The stranger now seemed satisfied that her cunt had been primed and was ready and lifted her up higher, balancing her over the tip of his rearing erection, gently pressing her pussy lips over the head of his cock, preparing to enter her. The giant holding her was now moving her back and forth in small rocking motions, while gently manoeuvring her down, helping her slide onto the giant invading her. She felt herself stretching, easing onto it, fitting more in and yet still more. She had thought she'd been filled with cock before but now decided that they'd all been tiddlers, barely worth worrying about. She was panting hoarsely now, her muscles clenching around this two-handed sword that was being drilled into her. She felt rough hair scratching across her sensitive lips and realised that he was finally fully imbedded within her. She felt full, totally taken over by this invasion, the occupying force taking full control of her body, leaving her nothing to do but observe and feel as it consolidated its conquest and started to ravage the land it had occupied. The titan settled down to work. His massive hands held her firmly in place, suspended in the air, while his hips started to move, pulling his cock slowly out, and then returning. He's very considerate, she thought hysterically, he's giving me time to adjust. But not much time she realised as his movements started increasing in tempo. Not that it mattered. She was now riding that cock in fine style, letting it drill in, relaxing and letting it withdraw. Flexing her muscles to welcome it back again as he returned. She quickly realised that with that much cock inside of her, rubbing against so many hyper-sensitive nerve endings, she was going to climax, rape or not. On it went, long slow thrusts, followed by faster thrusts and then returning to those long slow intrusions that so sweetly scraped against her. How long had he been drilling her, she wondered. It felt like years but couldn't have been more than a minute or so, surely. She felt him accelerating and decided that he must be due to come too. She heard a hoarse gasp and felt the heavy crash of his cock slamming home and then felt his cum flooding inside her, the hot liquid and the last desperate thrusts enough to send her spiralling down into her own climax, shuddering and convulsing against the weapon that had skewered her. She came down from her climax, waiting for him to withdraw, wanting to be alone with the aftermath of her climax. Waited, and felt his hands twisting her around his still erect rod, one hand leaving her hip, sliding down and catching her leg, lifting it and rotating her, still firmly affixed to his penis, until she was facing him. She sat there on his massive cock, stunned, looking at this giant, who had just vigorously used her and apparently was intending to keep on doing so. She shuddered, He must be nearly 7 foot tall and weigh at least 300 pounds. No wonder he was tossing her around like a child, even though she was a grown woman of 20. And he was ugly. Extremely ugly. If she had met him on a dark night she'd have been tempted to run away screaming. Unfortunately, she was not exactly in a position to do that right now. Nicki blinked and stared at him as he grinned down at her, then he reached around and dragged first one leg up and around him and then the other, never giving her a chance to get off his cock, her own weight keeping her pressed down upon it. Now that she was straddling him he grabbed her arms and pulled them up to his neck and growled at her to hold on. Then she felt his loins twitching upwards again, pressing his cock further into her pussy, as though it wasn't already buried as deep as any cock could get. His greedy mouth reached down and started sucking on her breasts, moving from one to the other, muzzling them, licking and sucking. "I'm going to have bruises there," she thought fuzzily. "I might be enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my boobs but I'm still going to have bruises. And he's starting to fuck me again. Wasn't once enough?" Apparently not, because she felt his rhythm building bouncing her up and down, while she clung desperately, clutching onto him for all she was worth as that relentless pounding started again, tenderising her inner flesh, taking her over. Like a swimmer lost in a raging sea, all she could do was cling to her perceived sanctuary while the waves battered and tossed her, and if they were internal waves of his cocks making, so be it. She was still helpless before them and could only hope to ride out the storm. She no longer cared if she lived or died. She just wanted to feel the storm, rejoice in the storm, let the storm gather her up and carry her away. And her giant stranger helped her with this, relentlessly pounding her into submission, using his cock as a weapon, driving her before him, subduing her, making her his. All too soon for her it ended, with another flood of hot seed sending her through the storm into her climax, and the spiralling down from her climax to a strange stillness. She slowly gathered her thoughts together, and at the same time felt the gentle rapist lift her up of his cock and place her feet firmly on the ground. His rumbling voice growled at her to stay there and he turned and quietly withdrew back into the surrounding woods. As she gathered her wits about her, Jen came running up. "My god, my god!" she was saying. "I couldn't believe it. I came back just as he was picking you up and jamming you down on that massive cock of his. Why didn't you scream and tell him to stop? Why did you wave me away and stop me helping? Did you know he stood there and bounced you up and down on that little monster of his for the last half hour." "Half an hour? Is that all? It felt like an eternity. I've never met a cock so large before. His monster was only little if you're comparing him to a horse, and from the feel of it in me he wasn't far behind one. Telling him to stop wouldn't have made any difference. He'd obviously decided he wanted some pussy and I was it. I'll admit if one or both of us had screamed, he might have decided not to chance it in front of a witness and stopped but --- by the time you showed up I already had an idea of what that cock was like and there was no way I was going to let anything stop it fucking me. Now where are my clothes." "Here. Are we moving on to a different camping place now?" "Hmm. No. I don't think so. I don't think he'll come back. He's probably getting the hell out of the area." "OK. We'll continue here for a couple of days, but tomorrow you can wander down to the car to get anything we might need and leave me wandering around the camp starkers. After all, he might come back." "One little thing, Jen. When I waved you off you ducked into the trees but I saw you lifting something to your face. Did you take a photo? No? Then why are you smirking like that? A video? You mean you taped the whole thing?" Camp Rape Ch. 02 Jen and Nicki were an example of opposites attracting, as while both were vivacious and pretty, Jen was a platinum blonde, whereas Nicki had hair as black as a ravens wing. Both had turned eighteen and, neither having a current boyfriend, they had decided to spend some time camping. They had set up their tent in a little glade in the woods, near a pool at the bend of the river. It was the off season, and no-one else appeared to be camping and so the girls were able to just totally relax. They had some fine hot weather, good hiking paths and a week before they were due back home. "You know," observed Jen, "If it wasn't for your little sister having her birthday next week I'd stay here for the full two weeks." "I know what you mean," said Nicki, "It's peaceful here, but I suspect that we'll get restless after a week and be happy to head back. Besides, I suspect that Mum intends for us 'older' girls to supervise the party while she and Dad hide." "Probably," laughed Jen. "Right now, however, I'm going swimming. Come on." The girls quickly changed into bathers and slipped into the pool. After swimming for a while Nicki voiced a complaint about her bathers. "I knew I should have bought a new pair before we came," she grumbled. "These ones have a stupid wire along the base of the top and it's worked loose at one end and pokes me." "If they bother you that much, take them off," smirked Jen. "There's no-one around to see and you do have an excellent pair of boobies, don't you?" "Swim topless in public? You're kidding me," laughed Nicki. "It's not public if there's no-one here, and if the top's irritating you, you won't enjoy your swim. Tell you what, if you do, so will I, to keep you company. Then if anyone comes by they'll have a doubly excellent view." Nicki bit her lip, thinking, then shrugged. "You're right. Let's toss them." She slipped off the offending item and tossed it up on the bank, seeing Jen's top come flying up to land next to hers. Then started, as another item joined the tops on the bank. She turned to stare at Jen. "What?" said Jen. "It's not like we've never skinny dipped before." "Yes. When we were children. We're responsible adults now." Nicki paused, then shrugged. "OK. Maybe we're irresponsible adults," she grinned and seconds later another item landed on the bank. The girls returned to their water play, laughing and squealing. Around the bend was another, larger pool, in which Mike and Andy were relaxing, also without the bother of bathers. Both men were on furlough, having an unexpected break before having to rejoin their unit. A particularly loud squeal from one of the girls floated past them, drawing their attention. "Female company, around the bend," observed Mike. "Want to swim around there and check them out?" "We could create a bit of a riot if they realise we're naked," warned Andy. "We're covered by the water. They won't realise and even if they do, as long as we swim back here to leave the river they probably won't be offended. Let's go." Andy and Mike struck out and were soon approaching the smaller pool where the girls were playing. Andy called out to the girls to let them know they were there and was taken aback by the girls shocked reaction. "Go away," yelled Jen. "You're not wanted here." The young men stopped, treading water, trying to figure out what the problem was. The girls couldn't possibly know they were nude, so it couldn't be that. The boys coaxed, saying they could have more fun as a group. The girls were nervously indicating no thanks, stay away. Mike suddenly laughed and pointed to the bank. "Bathers on the bank, so what are these young ladies wearing?" Andy grinned and called to the girls. "You're secret's out. You're skinny dipping, aren't you. And in public, too. We're shocked." Jen and Nicki blushed, nervously looking from the boys to the bank where their bathers lay, not knowing what to do. "Don't worry about it," said Mike. "You're both decently covered by the water so we won't see anything we're not supposed to and, truth to tell, we're sort of without bathers, too. We're coming over. You can either stay and say hullo, or head for the bank, grab your bathers and run for your camp. Come on, Andy." The girls looked at each other. Stay or go? Nicki shrugged. "Might as well stay and meet them. As long as we stay in reasonably deep water they're not going to get an eyeful and neither will we." "In case you haven't noticed," said Jen acidly, "the water is remarkably clear. They'll get a very good idea of what we look like. And us them. But you're right, let's play." The foursome quickly became acquainted, all of them on their best behaviour which, while involving quite a bit of touching, ducking and teasing on the part of the boys, ensured that they kept their teasing within bounds, not trying to feel up the girls or openly ogling them. Not that this stopped any of them from keeping their eyes open while swimming under water and appreciating the sights. Jen was the first to call it quits, saying she was heading back to the camp to sunbathe for a while. Andy graciously offered to escort her to the camp. He received a wry look but Jen didn't refuse, just picking up her bathers and heading back with Andy walking beside her. Reaching the camp she flicked a towel onto the ground and lay down on her tummy. "If you're considering any seduction scene or groping generally, you'd better be on your way," warned Jen, with Andy hastily promising no such intention. He'd just relax and chat with her until Nicki and Mike turned up, and then he and Mike would be on their way. Back at the pool Nicki and Mike continued with their light horseplay and teasing, although both were a lot more conscious of the other person now that they were alone. After Mike had demonstrated his underwater prowess by swimming the length of the pool, including swimming between her spread legs at the end without actually touching her, Nicki decided that she'd better head back to camp and the safety of other people. She'd noticed that when Mike had swum under her he'd rolled on his back and that his eyes had been wide open. Enough was enough. Nicki grabbed up her bathers and headed to camp. Mike told her he'd escort her, pick up Andy and they'd swim back round to their camp. Would it be all right if they came back after they'd dressed. Their camps were probably only a few hundred yards apart. That would be fine. They could get further acquainted and they might be able do some trips as a foursome. Nicki led the way back to the camp, speaking firmly to herself as she walked. She was not feeling sexually stimulated. She was just feeling flushed from the exercise. And of course she was wet. She'd been swimming and so of course she'd be wet. "Internally" asked a little voice, that was determinedly ignored. Concentrating on her thoughts and where she was going she hadn't even noticed that Mike had dropped back a little and was admiring her figure. She also failed to notice that a penis that had been flaccid and shrunk due to the cold water had rapidly recovered once out of the water and in the sunshine. Mike's penis was reacting sharply to his appreciation of the delicate bottom wiggling along in front of him, raising it's head and standing tall as though it also wanted to see that cute little bum. Nicki reached the camp and wandered over to where her towel lay, stopping and bending over to pick it up. Mike wandered over right behind her, but didn't stop when Nicki stopped, taking those extra couple of steps and in front of Jen's unbelieving eyes reached down, moved Nicki's lips apart and, with no hesitation, slid his now engorged cock straight into her. Plunged deeply, fully embedding himself in that one swift stroke. Nicki gasped and, feeling the way his cock slid so neatly into place, knew that all those self lectures she'd been giving herself were false. She was hot and wet sexually, and her body was welcoming this. Her mind wasn't being consulted by either Mike or her body. She glanced over to see how Jen and Andy were reacting. Andy had noticed Mike sporting that erection and was not surprised by what followed, as his cock had also swelled while he had been talking to and observing Jen. Andy had already made his own plans for what he intended to do unless Mike had waved him off. With Mike certainly not waving him off, Andy made his move. Jen was horrified. Mike had just walked up behind Nicki and without a word or a warning had started fucking her. This was rape and she wouldn't stand still for it. Jen gathered her hands and feet beneath her, preparing to leap to her feet and go to Nicki's rescue. Unfortunately, as soon as her bottom started to lift into the air, a hand descended and pressed on her back, holding her in a half risen position, while a second hand came forward and pressed between her legs, cupping her love mound. Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth followed suit, preparing to yell and blast the ears of both the boys when she noticed Nicki shaking her head. What? She paused, uncertain, but Nicki was definitely shaking her head, indicating she should be silent. She froze, uncertain what to do, seeing Nicki relax, while Andy continuing to squeeze and stroke her. Nicki saw Jen's look of outrage and her attempt to stand. Grinned internally when she saw Andy stop her rising, and tried to indicate to Jen to just shut up and let the boys do what they wanted to. Relaxed minutely when she saw Jen pause and close her mouth, and then found herself tightening again as she felt Mike starting to seriously move within her body. Amazing she thought, it looked so small in the water, but it sure don't feel small now that it's in me. She started to move in concert with Mike, accepting his cock and starting to ride it to an inevitable conclusion. She just hoped that he would last long enough to let her reach a climax. Jen stayed where she was, saying nothing, watching Mike pump into Nicki, watching Nicki meets his thrusts with an eager body and at the same time feeling Andy playing with her. She was in doggy position, she realised, and Andy was preparing to take her like that. He was manipulating her, stroking, stretching her lips apart and darting his fingers into her, teasing her, getting her hot and wet. This is rape, she thought. I should be protesting. I should be fighting. I shouldn't be pushing my bum into the air so that he can get at my cunt more easily, but that's what I'm doing. Oh, god. I'm feeling depraved. I'm going to have sex in public with other people watching and I don't seem to care. Nicki continued to watch Andy playing with Jen while Mike thrust repeatedly into her. Watching the look of excitement on their faces was increasing her own lust, providing a vicarious feedback, urging her to meet Mike's urgent thrusts with her own urgency, both of them feeding of each other, reaching for that climax. Soon, Nicki was thinking, very soon. I can't take this forever. And Jen's watching me get fucked and knows that she'll be getting something similar, shortly. Andy looks ready to take her at any moment. She felt Mike speeding up his already desperate thrusts and felt her tension rising. The she heard a grunt of relief from Mike and felt his ejaculate exploding deep within her, causing her to gasp and finally climax, feeling Mike's cock as part of her body, part of her essential being. The climax slowly died and she became aware of her surroundings again. Jen saw Nicki suddenly spasm and shake and knew that she was climaxing. Then she finally felt Andy holding her lips apart again, but this time it wasn't his fingers that were daring to enter her. She felt a sphere mounted on a rigid shaft easing its way into her, spreading her vaginal passage and slowly driving home. How big was his cock she wondered, and looked up at where Mike was slowly withdrawing from Nicki. "That big?" she wondered. "Actually, mine is bigger than that," whispered an evil little voice. Andy had noticed where she was looking, and was delighted to enlighten her. Nicki sank to the ground in front of Jen, and watched her face as Andy slowly drilled into her, taking his time and enjoying her squirming. Jen was horrified. "They're just going to look and watch while he fucks me," she realised. "Go away," she hissed at Nicki. "Why? You watched me get fucked." "I had no choice. You do. Go away." "No. I like watching you take it. It's exciting, and anyway you like knowing I'm looking." Jen groaned. "Why did you stop me struggling and protesting, anyway. I might have been able to stop this." Nicki explained. "At that stage we could only say stop or go. If we'd said go we'd have looked like a pair of tarts, so we couldn't say go. If we said stop, they may or they may not have stopped. If they didn't stop when we asked, then they'd have been raping us, and we wouldn't want to be raped, so we couldn't say stop. So we said nothing." "But if we'd told them no firmly they probably would have stopped," gasped Jen, feeling Andy continue to advance within her. "Then it would have been over." "That's the other point. Who wanted them to stop? I didn't and from the look on your face you don't. Far better to shut up and enjoy it. Now while you suffer the humiliation of having Andy fuck you thoroughly while we watch, I'm going to explain to Mike that we didn't want this and as an apology for this unwarranted assault on our bodies they have to take us out to dinner." Jen gasped in outrage, then gasped again as Andy gave a final thrust and buried himself deeply within her. Jen crouched, quiescent, trying to hold still while Andy started to withdraw and return. "I won't give in to this," she told herself. "I don't even like doggy fashion. I'll just hold still and spoil it for him." Andy slowly thrust, feeling the tension in Jen and knowing she was fighting the feelings that he was creating within her. He smiled. A challenge. He liked a challenge. Andy continued to stroke her slowly, pulling his cock almost fully out before driving back, the very slowness agitating a body that was begging to be allowed to respond. Then while continuing with that slow sweet torment, Andy reached forward and captured Jens breasts, swinging freely below her. "Not fair," she muttered to herself as her breasts started to swell and add their excitement to the sensations that were building up around and flowing out from her cunt. "That is so not fair." Nicki was watching closely, enjoying the show while keeping up a conversation with Mike who was casually playing with her breasts. She reached over to mutter in Andy's ear. Andy grinned, and started to speed up his thrusts slightly, flooding Jen with more sensations, undermining her determination, causing her to start moving in rhythm with Andy's thrusting cock. Then his hands slipped down from Jen's breasts to just below her ribs, paused as Jen waited in horrified anticipation, then swiftly dug his fingers in below her ribs. Jen screamed and her whole body spasmed as the tickling ripped into her, causing her to writhe and twist, then screamed again as all her determination was swept away in a flood of feeling. Jen was bucking wildly now, her body frantic to make up for lost time, thrusting back against Andy as he finally settled in to coaxing a climax out of her, hammering his cock in at a steadily increasing pace. Jen was mindless now, riding Andy, content to be riding him, content to let her cunt dictate what was going on, ecstatic to feel her climax as she orgasmed, totally lost and not really caring that Andy was also climaxing deep within her. Nicki sat back with a smirk on her face watching Jen slowly come back to life. Jen slowly sat up, only then realising that she could as Andy had finally withdrawn. She looked back at Nicki, who smiled. "Mike agrees that they should take us to dinner as way of apology." she said. "They're heading back to their camp now and will be back to pick us up about six. Mike did say however that he can't guarantee that they won't feel compelled to ravish us again after dinner, but if they do they'll bring us breakfast in bed." "Probably their beds," she added thoughtfully. "Are you in? Willing to take the chance?" Jen glared. "Of course I'm in, but I'm going to make sure that Mike knows where your ticklish spots are." Nicki smiled."That's nice, but you might be better off telling Andy. From the interested looks he was giving me I think they might intend to change partners after dinner, so be prepared." Camp Rape Ch. 03 Camping. Jen and Nicki loved it. They'd booked a site and were set for a relaxing week of leisure. They could swim and they could hike. There was even a sports venue where they could play tennis or badminton if so inclined. The new camping area was spacious and had been set up with privacy in mind. No longer would you be camping right next to a family with obnoxious brats screaming their heads off. Each camp was relatively isolated, without being actually so. You could stand in your little camping area and not see another soul, but still feel secure in the knowledge that behind the various groups of trees were other camp sites. Give a yell for help (not that Jen and Nicki expected to need any) and someone would hear. Three small trails led away from the young women's camp site. One wound past several other sites and back to the reception area and general store. Another went past more camp sites and finished up at the base of the hiking trails. The third, and most used, led to the trail that would take then down to the river. Jen and Nicki had already been swimming in the heat of the afternoon and were now just lounging around their camp, listening to music and sunning themselves. "I," announced Jen, "am going to the shop for a cool drink. Coming?" "No, but you can bring me back a coke," came the reply. "Lazy bitch," scolded Jen. "Am I your servant?" "Um, in the matter of fetching me a coke, yes." Jen strolled down to the general store. She poked around for a while, picking up a few items, including Nicki's coke. Taking her time she strolled back towards their camp. As Jen approached the camp she heard a startled squeal of protest. Picking up her pace she hurried to the camp. Afterwards, Nicki blamed it on the headphones. She'd just been lying on her tummy on her towel, reading and listening to her music with no idea that there was someone else there. Her first indication of a possible problem was the feel of her bikini pants being tugged down over her bottom. "Jen!" she'd protested, hands dropping her book and snapping down to catch hold of her pants. Too late, she found, as they were drawn rapidly down and off. Laughing, she'd tolled over to grab for her pants, then gave a gasp and hurriedly dropped her hands to her crotch to cover herself. Instead of Jen standing their laughing at her there was a burly young man standing there, looking down at her in appreciation. "It's nice to see a smoothly shaven snatch," the man said with a chuckle. "Why don't you move your hands away?" "Why don't you just fuck off," snapped Nicki. "I don't know what you think you're doing but I'm not interested. Just drop my pants and leave." "I'm Martin, and I'm just getting acquainted with you. I've got the camp next to yours," he added, jerking his thumb down the trail. Great. If she yelled there was no-one that side to hear, and the people on the site on the other side had gone on an all day hike. That meant she was alone with this creep. Hurry back Jen, she thought. "Well, I'm Nicki and I'm not interested. What you just did is called assault. Just push off." "But I'm not ready to push off," protested Martin. "You're not being very hospitable, you know. You're supposed to smile at visitors and ask them to sit down." "Not visitors who introduce themselves by pulling off your pants," snarled Nicki. "Now go away or I'll scream." "No-one close enough to hear," observed Martin. "I thought of that before I approached you. You don't need to panic, though. I'll push off in a few moments and leave you be." "Oh, hallelujah," said Nicki sarcastically. "And just how soon can I look forward to that pleasure?" "Oh, any moment now," said Martin. "I'm just waiting for you to take your top off." Nicki blinked. Take her top off? Was he nuts? Why the hell would she want to take her top off? She asked the obvious question. "And just why would I want to take my top off with you standing here?" "It's simple. I have a bet with my mate that you'll take your top off and let me see your boobs. Once you've done that, I win the bet. Also, once you've done that, you can get your pants back. I'm quite happy to wait around for a while." He had to be kidding. He'd bet a mate that she'd take her top off. Men, Nicki felt sure, were professional idiots. But if she didn't take her top off he'd hang around and she was sitting there with no pants. What if he tried something? Glaring at him, Nicki made up her mind. Reaching around she unclipped her top and let it fall. "Satisfied. You win your bet. Now give me my pants." Chuckling, Martin tossed her pants down next to her. "You don't know how happy that makes me," he said. "Some stakes are really worth winning." "Great. I'm happy for you. Now go away." Nicki paused. "Um, just as a matter of curiosity, what were the stakes?" To Nicki's surprise, Martin dropped his shorts, revealing what Nicki considered to be an unfairly large erection. "You," said Martin. "I get you." Nicki reacted swiftly. She rolled over, hunching her legs under her, preparatory to springing to her feet and running. Martin was even, faster. No sooner was Nicki hunched and about to spring to her feet when a heavy hand pressed down upon her back while another seized an ankle and tugged it sidewards. To Nicki's consternation, instead of being on a position to jump up, she was on all fours, and there was something pressing against her sex. She gave a squeal of protest, but could do nothing to stop Martin forcing his way past her lips and into her. Nicki squealed a second protest as she felt Martin forcing his way slowly down her tight passage. She'd known as soon as she'd seen it that his cock was too damn large, and now she was getting concrete proof. She squealed again as Martin pushed hard, filling her. Jen came charging into the camp and stopped shocked. Nicki was on all fours with a burly young man behind her, thrusting his cock into her quite energetically. "Nicki, what are you doing?" squealed Jen. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Nicki squealed back. "I'm being raped." "But you can't be," protested Jen. "It's safe here. That's why we chose this place. Why didn't you call for help?" "He's from the next camp," explained Nicki, "and no-one's home in the other. What could I do?" "Well, why aren't you fighting him?" "How? He took me by surprise and what am I supposed to do now. Can't you see the size of that thing he's sticking in me?" "Um. Yes. Quite impressive. Don't worry, I'll help you. You get off her and you get off her right now." Martin drove hard into Nicki and paused, holding his cock deep within her, and looked at the little termagant spitting fire at him. "Hi. I'm Martin. I've got a friend who wants to meet you," he said. Raising his voice, Martin called out. "Hey, Mike, your girl is here." "What do you mean, his girl?" asked an astounded Jen. "He means just that," said a deep rumbling voice as a large shape came into the clearing. Jen paled. The man was huge. And vaguely familiar. It was soon apparent that Nicki recognised him. "Oh gawd," she said in a little voice. "It's the man monster I ran into a couple of years ago. Remember? You saw him." "His name's Mike," said Martin. "He doesn't say much. He prefers to do things. Um, if I were you I'd take off my bikini myself. Mike had this tendency to just rip things apart. And don't try running or yelling. It annoys him. Mike likes things to be peaceful." One thing Jen did remember, now that she'd been prompted, was the amazing size of the cock on that man monster. Martin's erection no longer looked particularly large. If anything, maybe it was on the small side. "Now, Mike, remember you don't screw your girl until after I've finished. You can pet her until then, but leave the screwing until later." "In that case, don't you think you should be paying some attention to your girl instead of talking," rumbled Mike. "Point taken," said Martin, turning his full attention to Nicki. "Now, where were we? About here, I think." With that observation Nicki felt Martin slide back out of her passage and come rushing back up. She squealed again as Martin resumed his steady drilling, finding her pussy being battered by a constant rain of blows. She sympathised with Jen and what was going to happen to her, but right now she had other things to worry about. She squealed, lifting her bottom and pushing against the onrushing cock. She had to go with him in sheer self-defence. Jen started to back away from the men. Maybe she could get a chance to run. Her chances were dashed before she'd shuffled more than a couple of steps away. Mike took one large step towards her and his long arm reached out and took hold of one of hers, drawing her to him. He held her firmly, not looking at her but watching Martin servicing Nicki. Jen found herself also watching, seeing Martin's cock sliding in and out, watching Nicki's bottom bobbing in time to it, while she squealed and gasped. Rape or not, Jen decided, Nicki's still bloody enjoying it. She felt Mike's hand cover her breast and pluck at her bikini top. "Off," he suggested, smiling at her. Jen shuddered slightly, remembered Martin's advice and slowly took off her top. When she didn't immediately reach to take her bikini pants down she heard Mike give a warning rumble. Sighing, she slid her pants down. This monster was going to take her and there was nothing she could do. Nicki was gasping. Martin had very efficiently brought her to a state of great excitement. He might have only been pleased in pleasuring himself but, in doing so, he was definitely pleasuring her. She pushed hard up against him, taking him deep. She could see Jen and Mike watching her being ravished and that just added to her excitement. Jen was watching her getting brutally taken, knowing that she was next. Even as Nicki watched she saw Mike's hand come down and close over Jen's mound. From the look of shock on Jen's face she just knew he'd stuck one of his fingers inside her. God, look at the hands on that gorilla. Having his finger in you would be as bad as having most normal cocks. Literally writhing in excited lust, Nicki pushed frantically against Martin's domineering cock, yielding to it in the process of defeating it. Watching as Nicki suffered under Martin's assault, Jen finally asked a question that had been puzzling her. "Why do you have to wait until he's finished raping my friend before you attack me?" she asked. "Not attack, love," came the reply. "He says he likes to watch women's reactions when I initially enter them. He thinks it's funny." "I had to ask," muttered Jen to herself. Her eyes flicked down to the front of Mike's short and she felt ill. Surely that couldn't all be him. Casting her mind back to the last time the girls had met him, she shuddered delicately. She'd seen his erection then. It probably was all him. Suddenly she felt a hand closing over her mound and her eyes opened wide. A couple of fingers moved her lips apart and something slipped inside her. She almost squealed a protest. If that was just a finger, what would it feel like when his erection was there? A louder squeal brought her attention back to Nicki. Her eyes were wide and staring, her bottom humping busily, while Martin drilled relentlessly into her. Nicki could feel the change in Martin. He was moving faster, eager to complete what he had started. He drove in faster and Nicki struggled to meet him, her own excitement starting to overwhelm her. Then she was squealing and shuddering and Martin gave a groan and released unto her, splashing deep within her. Jen gave a soft groan as she saw Nicki shudder and slowly relax, sinking down onto the towel. It looked as though Nicki's torment was over, although the little slut had certainly seemed to be suffering gracefully. That meant Mike was about to attack her. She threw a nervous glance up at him. Mike was smiling, and with a face as ugly as his it looked downright sinister. Unable to help herself, Jen flicked another glance down at his crotch, and promptly wished she hadn't. At some stage Mike had unfastened his shorts and let them drop and he was standing there naked. His erection, Jen saw, was just as large as she remembered. She determinedly looked elsewhere. Mike's hands were running all over her. He cupped her breasts, rolling them around in his palms. He ran his hands over her bottom, squeezing her cheeks. And he ran his hands over her pussy, squeezing and massaging, rubbing and petting. Fingers would squeeze past her lips, probing deep, loosening her passage and encouraging it to expect him. Heat burnt low under her tummy, and butterflies rumbled around in her tummy, apparently enjoying the warmth. Martin was sitting back, relaxed and watching her, waiting for the show to get on the road. Nicki, she saw, had finally shaken of the after effects of her climax and was watching her also. Martin had a voyeuristic look to him, Jen thought. Nicki on the other hand looked sympathetic and eager. Nicki, Jen just knew, wanted to see how Jen would react when Mike eventually pushed that monster into her. Jen almost writhed in torment. Where were people when you needed them? Jen was petrified. In her mind's eye she could see Mike lying her on the ground, roughly pushing her legs apart and ripping into her with that thing he called a cock. Or perhaps he'd force her to squat like poor Nicki had, and just rip her up from behind. She was almost shivering with fright. Jen jumped and squeaked when Mike turned her around to face him and pulled her close. She winced at the feel of him, rigid against her stomach. A pair of hands cupped Jen's bottom and lifted and she made a squeaking sound as she felt Mike's cock dragging against her. Jen was lifted clear of Mike's erection but could sense it there, standing tall between her legs, pointing at the cleft in her flesh, aiming up into her heart. Mike lowered her a little and Jen squealed with shock. "Bloody hell, woman," snapped Mike. "It hasn't even touched you yet. Can't you wait until you feel it before you panic?" Jen blushed, biting her lip. The anticipation had just been too much. She opened her mouth to protest that she didn't want to wait for it. She didn't want it at all. Instead she gasped, as she felt him press against her. Damn him, I will not squeal, thought Jen. I won't give him the satisfaction. I especially won't give that damned voyeur, Mike, the satisfaction. She bit her lip harder, feeling her lips starting to yield to the pressure. At least, Mike wasn't forcing the pace, Jen noted. Suddenly a light dawned. She wasn't the first woman to feel his cock. Mike must know how women would react to his size. He'd probably come up with a way of easing that first entry years ago and was now probably expert at it. Jen smirked and relaxed. This could be fun. Mike was startled when he felt Jen suddenly relax against him. In his experience women were a bag of screaming nerves right up to the point he finally plugged in. And now this young woman had just relaxed and smirked at him as if to say do your worst. He blinked, and pressed in a little harder. Jen lifted her legs out of Mike's grasp, wrapping them around his waist. With her hands clutching his shoulders she let herself sink down. Mike had moved his hands to her bottom, taking most of her weight, supporting her as she slowly took him into her. Jen was breathing harder, excitement starting to stir within her. The pool of heat that Mike had ignited while fingering her had died down, scared almost to death by Mike's size. Now it was flaring brightly, its heat flaring wildly into a mixture of desire and lust. Excitement rising, Jen was patting herself on the back. She was a woman. She knew how to handle a man. They were all the same. Control their cock and you controlled them and she was well on her way to controlling this cock. Mike pushed in deeper, feeling Jen closed tightly around him but stretching, allowing even more of him to enter her. Why, he wondered, wasn't she wriggling in fright and squealing in protest? It was almost disappointing. When Jen finally felt herself fully impaled on Mike she felt a sense of triumph. She'd won, she thought. She'd guessed right in assuming that Mike knew what he was doing and she'd been right in feeling she could handle him. She might be stretched tight, but she'd done it, she gloated. "Um, Jen, my pet," a little voice inside of her whispered, "now that you've got him, what are you going to do with him?" Jen felt herself going pale. What the hell was she going to do now? That damn shaft of his was too big to bounce up and down on. She sat there, looking up at Mike and feeling slightly stunned. The pair of large hands clasping Jen's bottom tightened and lifted. Jen felt herself rising, being dragged up Mike's pole and then pushed down onto it again. What the hell was he playing at, thought Jen as Mike repeated the performance, running her up and down his pole. The truth came like a kick in the stomach. The bastard is just using me to masturbate, she thought furiously. "Do you mind?" she hissed at him, letting her anger be seen. "You either fuck me properly or put me down." The bloody nerve of the man. Did he think she was a sex doll? She wondered what he'd do now. The answer was quickly forthcoming. Mike calmly pulled Jen's legs away from where they were wrapped around him and used them to rotate her until she was facing away and down. Then he settled down onto one knee, bringing Jen down to ground level. In very short order Jen found herself on all fours with Mike kneeling behind her and in her. Bloody hell, she thought. The same position as Nicki was in. Thinking of Nicki she flicked a glance over at her. Nicki was watching her. Jen was quite sure that Nicki was secretly delighted to see her there on hands and knees with a cock up her. Jen couldn't really blame her. She'd got a bit of a kick out of seeing Nicki getting taken like that. Mike now started on her. Jen could feel him slowly dragging back and out, and the movement seemed to go forever. Then he was coming back again, moving slowly, still giving her time to come to grips with him. Mike slowly moved in her, and Jen was getting restless. Her excitement was dying down, the fire burning low. It was all very nice and soothing to have Mike moving inside her like this but, dare she say it, boring. Jen started giving a little bit of oomph when she pressed back against Mike, hoping he'd get the message. He didn't. He just kept up those long slow strokes. Sure, they'd get the deed done, thought Jen, but when? After she'd gone to sleep? She squirmed restlessly. He had a bloody big cock, why couldn't he use it? "Will you quit stuffing around and do something," she finally snapped. "This had got to be the most boring rape I've ever undergone. If you're going to ravish someone you should at least have the common decency as to RAVISH them." Maybe, thought Mike, he was being a bit too considerate. Mind you, it felt very nice from his position, but apparently the fool woman wanted something more. Fine by him. He had plenty more he could give her. Finally Jen had something she could squeal about. Mike drove in firmly and Jen pushed hard up against him as he came, the abrupt change in pace pulling a satisfied squeal from her. Mike hit Jen harder, finding her capable of taking him and coming back for more. Ha, Jen was demanding more as if by right. It seemed, as far as she was concerned, a rape had to be energetic and vigorous, demonstrating the male dominance over the helpless female. Mike had apparently being letting the side down by trying to be considerate. He drove in harder, quite willing to show the insulting little bitch just how much dominance he could demonstrate. Camp Rape Ch. 03 Jen was content. Her fires were burning brightly again with her excitement levels climbing quickly. Someone should explain to that man that while it's fair enough to start slowly so the woman can adjust, once you're underway you have to perform. Nicki watched with interest. It had seemed to her that Jen hadn't been too enthralled with what was going on, but that was understandable when you're being raped. Now, Mike had just upped the action to a whole new level and that monster of his was practically clubbing Jen to death. The interesting thing about it was that the action seemed to have perked Jen up. She'd changed from 'girl suffering slow rape by monster cock' to 'girl attempting to wear out invading cock'. Mike was plunging into Jen and Jen was bouncing her bottom high, making sure that he went all the way in. Mike reached round and closed his hands over Jen's breasts, hearing her give a hiss of pleasure. Now he used his grip on her to help pull her onto him as he drove in, while Jen squealed and bucked under him Jen repeatedly bounced off Mike's cock. Things were finally going the way they should. Jen was gasping for air, heaving her bottom high. Her heart was thumping madly as Mike took her, her whole body trying to fall into the wild rhythm he was setting. Jen's climax came with surprising suddenness. She shrieked and convulsed, clamping onto Mike's cock, eager to drain him. Nicki watched Jen fall shrieking into her climax and grinned. At least she'd got some pleasure out of it. What was Mike looking so disgruntled over, she wondered? He'd effectively ravished an innocent young woman and he still wasn't happy? "I trust you too hooligans will now depart and allow us to recover," Nicki said, trying to put ice in her voice. Martin laughed, rose and headed toward their camp, but Mike. . . Why was Mike looking at her like that? Nicki suddenly realised she hadn't found time to dress since her own rape. She suddenly felt very naked under Mike's look. "Come here," Mike said softly. Nerves now screaming, Nicki moved towards him. "Wh-what's the matter?" she mumbled. "She came too soon," said Mike, nodding toward Jen. "I'm not finished." One long arm reached out and took hold of Nicki, dragging her down to the ground. A hand on her chest squashed her breasts and forced her to lie down, and a large foot hooked over her ankle and dragged her legs apart. This isn't happening, thought Nicki. He just had Jen. He can't want me too. I've done my bit. Apparently it could be happening. Mike loomed over Nicki, his erection pressing against her. Nicki watched in consternation and he slowly pushed home. At least, he's going in slowly, she thought. But what happens once he's in? Nicki was not happy to receive an answer. Taking his time, Mike nailed Nicki to the ground. Then he smiled down at her. "Your friend told me that once I was in a woman I should put some effort into it and really ravish her. I hope you don't mind if I take her advice." "Damn you, Jen," silently wailed Nicki, then squealed as Mike pulled back then pressed vigorously home. "Damn you, damn you, damn you," Nicki gasped, as Mike set to work with a will, letting Nicki have her second ravishment of the day. Mike drove home and Nicki squealed. It seemed to Nicki that this went on for a long time. The shock of being taken a second time had seemed to kill any residue excitement she might have had from her session with Martin, and now she was starting all over again. The insistent friction of Mike's flesh against hers was slowly igniting the fires again. Once lit, they started to burn rapidly lifting her higher. "Nicki, what are you doing?" squealed Jen. Déjà vu, thought Nicki. I'm back where I started. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she squealed back. "I'm being raped." "But you can't be," protested Jen. "I've already handled him." "He said you came too fast and he needed more screwing time. You seemed to have fainted so he decided to use me. Now, if you don't mind, I am a little busy right now." Jen watched indignantly as Mike continued to pound Nicki. She felt vaguely insulted. How dare he want more after being with her? Then and there Jen made a vow to get that swine alone and fuck him until he was too pooped to pop. Even if she had to kidnap him and tie him down, she'd show him. Meanwhile Nicki was still being happily ploughed by Mike. He was driving in eagerly, and she guessed that his own climax was finally on its way. That was fine by her. Her own climax was knocking on the door as well. What, she wondered, would he do if she climaxed before he was ready? Get annoyed and try again with Jen? She didn't have cause to find out (then). She felt Mike shudder and then with a groan he was ejaculating into her. The hot stream hit her where she lived and with a startled scream she succumbed to the madness. On opening her eyes a short time later Nicki found that it was just her and Jen there. She sighed. "I'm starting to think that going camping is just bad luck for us," she grumbled. Jen snorted. "How dare you have sex with that great oaf after he was with me," she complained. "Um, Jen, it was rape, remember. I didn't have all that much choice. None, to be exact." "I don't care. It's insulting." "Well next time he rapes you, try to last longer," snapped Nicki. "If you'd been raped properly in the first place he wouldn't have had to turn to me." Jen glared at Nicki, then laughed. "You know, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you climaxed before he was ready. Do think he would have jumped me again?" Nicki laughed as well. "The same thought crossed my mind while he was bouncing on me," she admitted. "Tell me, how long do you think we could keep him going, not letting him climax, while he switched between us?" The two girls looked at each other, smiling, contemplating a little revenge. Camp Rape Ch. 04 Hi. I'm Nicki. I'm around twenty, and it's rude to ask a girl her exact age. My best friend is Jen. She's the same age as me, give or take a couple of months. Um, we both like camping and tend to go whenever we can. Sometimes for a long weekend, sometimes for a week or so. Mind you, we had some unusual incidents on a couple of our camping forays, so we're a lot more careful about when and where we go. We now tend to pick busier times so that we're not alone on the camping grounds, and we don't pitch our tent where people come wandering past. On our current camping trip we had what I considered an ideal spot. Our camp was a little down one of the side trails, at the end of it actually, so we weren't going to get any passers-by. Half way between our site and the main trail was another camping spot. This one was inhabited by a family. A rather large family at that. We stopped to say hullo of course. They were Jessica and Richard Mullins and they had five kids. Five! Would you believe it. They were a rather odd couple to look at. Jessica was a big plump woman, all those kids wreaking havoc with her figure I guess. If I ever look like that just shoot me. It'll be too late to save me. Her husband Richard was the surprise. When I first saw him I just assumed that he was the oldest of the kids. So did Jen, from the look of surprise on her face when Jessica called him over. Closer up you could see he was an adult, in his thirties I guess. What was the surprise? He was a runt. I'll swear he wasn't much more than five foot tall, though Jen says I'm stretching it a bit. Whatever, he was still a good head shorter than Jessica. As we headed on to our own camp Jen made a crack about his name. "Don't they say Dick is short for Richard?" she asked giggling. I giggled in agreement. "Maybe we should call him little Dick?" I suggested, which set Jen off again. We did a bit more bantering about Richard and his size. We were probably being a bit mean with what we were saying, but we were just two young women talking between ourselves. I'd forgotten how well voices can travel at times. We were either speaking louder than I thought or Richard had damned good ears. We saw the Mullins family a number of times and would always stop and pass the time of day. Jessica and the kids were always chatty and friendly but Richard was a bit reserved around us. I put it down to a natural shyness. There was a local carnival on during the week we were there and towards the end of the week Jen decided to visit it. Jessica was taking her horde along as well, so Jen went with them, me not wanting to bother. It was a nice sunny day and I was going to work on my tan. I slipped into my bikini, spread a towel on the grass in front of our tent and relaxed in the sun. Seeing that there wouldn't be any passers-by I felt quite safe in undoing the top of my bikini so I wouldn't have unwanted tan lines. I was lying there, nice and warm and half asleep, and I had no idea that there was anyone else around until my bikini pants were pulled down. One moment I'm half asleep and the next I'm wide awake, feeling my pants sailing past my knees for points south. I didn't fucking worry that my untied top would let whoever it was see my boobs. I just reared up, ready to have a go at them, even if I was naked. My rearing up raised me about a quarter of an inch of the ground. A firm hand had landed on my back, holding me down. I was kicking my legs by this stage but it made no difference. "Just hold still for a moment," a voice said, and I was sure I knew that voice. Stupidly, I did actually hold still for a moment. Before I caught on to what I was doing my pants were snatched off my feet and I was starkers, held to the ground with the greatest of ease. It finally dawned on me who's voice it was. "Richard?" I asked, incredulous. The little runt dared to jump me? "That's right," he said. "Little Dick himself, as you called me." That's when I realised that he'd heard our thoughtless comments. "Hell, we were just mucking around," I protested. "We didn't mean anything by it." "And I'm just mucking around," came the reply. "Let's see if you can work out how serious I am." Bloody serious, I'd say, as his hand was already rubbing my pussy. "Frigging hell," I squealed. "Knock it off. You don't think I'm going to take this sort of thing lying down, do you?" "Well, no, not really. I was thinking more along the lines of doggy style." He didn't say that, I thought, knowing he damn-well had. Next thing I knew he had his hand clamped firmly upon my pussy and was telling me to lift my bottom and get on my knees. "Fuck you," I snarled. "I'm not doing anything you say." "Fuck me, indeed," he came back at me. "That's what I'm trying to arrange. You're a little slow to get a grip on things, aren't you? Now lift your bottom." To add emphasis to his demand he slapped my bottom, quite hard. Knowing he'd probably keep slapping it until I did what he wanted I hoisted it up, presenting it to him. It didn't take long and he had me arranged the way he wanted and I just knew it wouldn't be long before he stuck me. He didn't seem in a rush to get the job done, continuing to play with my pussy, rubbing and squeezing and massaging and moving on to sliding his finger inside me and doing it all over again internally. I was getting worked up and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it but squirm and protest. The protesting achieved nothing and the squirming had a negative benefit, as it just made me get even more worked up. My one consolation at this point was his small dick. I twisted my head to try to see how ready he was. It seemed he was enormously ready. I took one look at what was supposed to be a small dick and almost fainted. For god's sake, had he swapped cocks with Andre the Giant? He couldn't be that large. I hastily turned my head away, telling myself it was an optical illusion. He probably just had a normal sized cock and his overall smallness just made it look bigger in comparison. I kept telling myself this, even when I felt him parting my lips and start pushing the thing into me. That's the point when I decided I was lying to myself and that he really did have a dick that big. His cock started pushing its way up my passage and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. And stretching, and being pushed all out of shape and stretched some more. No wonder Jessica was so large. He'd picked a wife big enough to handle his cock. I suppose I should have been grateful that Richard took his time sticking it to me, but I wasn't. Anyway, he just kept pushing slowly in while my pussy shrieked for help and almost went into panic mode, being bent fearfully out of shape by this intruder. I was wondering if it would ever shrink back to its normal size. Then I was full of cock and Richard was holding it there, probably feeling real pleased with himself. His arms reached around me and he took hold of my breasts. "Isn't it fun when the guy holds your breasts while he rides you," he said cheerfully, giving them each a squeeze. And I have to admit that yes, it is fun, but only when it's by my choice, damn him. Then he started riding me, and I have to admit that he was good at it. All those children. He must have had lots of practice. He would pull out and then come gliding back in, and I would feel every inch of him gently massaging me. He wasn't moving fast, just steadily, and I could feel my lust and excitement starting to build. The only thing I could do was go with him, lifting my hips and pushing back against him as he slid into me, and he kept on going, time after time after time. He had me where he wanted me and he was going to bring me to a climax, and from the feel of it, it wasn't going to take much longer. He kept driving into me lifting me higher and higher, my whole body jolting with the force of his thrusts. He seemed awfully lusty for such a little man. Then he stopped. Just like that, he stopped cold. It's not a case of him suddenly disengaging, he just stopped moving, his cock buried deep inside me. I'm all confused, saying "What? What?" "It's all right," Richard said. "This is hard work for a little man like me, so I'm taking a rest." A rest? Taking a fucking rest in the middle of raping me? What kind of idiot was he? I'd been yea close to a climax and he wanted a rest! All that lovely excitement and lust was slowly dying down as I just crouched there, bent over with a cock jammed up my. . . Well, you know what I mean. Then he started moving again, his rest apparently over. A nice gentle rocking started up as he pumped into me, moving slowly at first but building up quite quickly to the tempo we'd reached when he quit on me. Once again my excitement was coming back into play, my lust waking up and goading me on, urging me to ride him hard and get that climax. I'd earned that climax by now. Well and truly earned it. He was busy pounding me, and I was taking the assault like a trooper, taking all he could dish out. I was panting with effort, my breath quite harsh, and I was racing towards my climax. He stopped again, didn't he. No warning. Just going from a full on driving pounding of my pussy to a dead stop. "Take five," he said. "Time for a rest." Take five? I didn't want to take one. I wanted to be fucked to a climax and have it finish. How do you tell a man who is ravishing you to pull his finger out and do the job properly? Not that I could have said anything. I was too busy gasping, lustful excitement stopping me doing anything really. He took his blasted five, while all that lovely excitement died down again. How could he damn well do something like this? When he finally started up for the third time I was right back to square one, waiting for the brute to recommence. Finally he got going again, and all those lovely strokes were exciting me again. I found myself trying to force the pace, urging him to take me harder and faster. I didn't think I could take another rest break without going insane. To my relief he was moving faster, his cock really slamming into me, and my excitement was rushing back at a great rate. I was squealing and bouncing under him, encouraging him to give me more and then still more. I need this, and I was prepared to kill to get it. Harder and harder he went, my whole body shaking with the force of his lust, and I was going to climax. There was no way he was stopping this time. Turned out there was. Like flicking a switch, bam, he stopped. "No," I wailed, feeling abject horror that he could do this. He laughed, the brute. "Just kidding," he said, and ploughed into me hard and fast and I just came to pieces, feeling him squirting me as I collapsed. When I recovered my wits I was still crouched on the ground, head resting on my arms and bottom pointing at the sky. Richard was sitting there, idly playing with my breasts. I rolled away from him, batting at his hands and breathing hard. "Sorry I had to cut it short," he said casually, "but Jessica and the kids will be along soon. I'll see if I can catch up with you or your friend again before we go, but I'll try to arrange for us to have more time." He got up and wandered back to his own camp while I just stared after him, stunned. Catch up with us again, either me or Jen? Good luck, Jen, because it wasn't going to be me. And how much more time did he need? What with all the starting and stopping, how long had he been screwing me? I did a quick estimate and then refused to believe it. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what he'd do if he had more time. Maybe I could watch him with Jen and see. I didn't want him spending more time with me. No, honestly, I mean it. I don't want him to spend another afternoon ravishing me. Why would I?