4 comments/ 49242 views/ 7 favorites Respectable People By: Roundtable It was a warm sunny day in July and the Medicine Bow Mountains were everything the tourist office had promised. I spotted the little secondary road leading off to the right about six or seven miles back and it seemed to head directly for a tree-covered peak which we were now gradually climbing. Brenda was busy in the right hand seat with her Kodak. She had lowered the window and was capturing all the glory of nature with the new digital camcorder I'd bought her last week. I drove slowly along the narrow pavement. "Oh honey! Look at that cute little deer standing there in the trees looking at us" she said excitedly. I pulled the Jeep over and stopped on the shoulder as she filmed away. We certainly weren't holding any traffic up, the road was deserted and we hadn't seen another car for the last five miles. We had left our motel room in Cheyenne earlier this morning and were leisurely exploring the National Forest with no destination or purpose other than to get out and see the sights. Before we left we had told the desk that we'd keep the room for one more night but frankly I was getting a little bored and would be glad to start back to our home in Denver tomorrow. Brenda the eternal optimist, and only a few years younger than me seemed to be enjoying every minute of our little trip. She was taking a week off from her part time job at the Library and I was on a permanent vacation at this point in life, having retired awhile back from Exxon after thirty years as an engineer. I've always thought that we were well matched as a couple. Physically we're pretty similar. Brenda is a true Scottish beauty, with reddish blond hair above and black down below There's nary a grey one in sight thanks to the local hair salon. She's kept herself in good shape over the years with diet and exercise and can still turns men's heads. When guys look at her they automatically think sex. Not because of anything she does or the way she dresses, or even the way she acts. She's just got the stuff that men want. Great legs, a nice ripe female ass that sways when she walks, and a good pair of C cup tits. And those big nipples WOW! Even when she's wearing a brassiere they try to poke through her blouse or sweater. When she gets aroused their hardness would probably push right through a chain mail shirt. It makes her red hot to have them played with. I have sucked them for hours going from left to right, back and forth with her breathing hard and moaning on the edge of an orgasm. I tease her that she could never be raped if the rapist sucked her tits first. Top all that up with an always smiling face and a cheerful, earthy disposition and you've got a woman who can interest men of all ages. Then there's me, Tom Baker, Mr. Average, I'm a plain third generation Euro American, five foot ten, twenty pounds overweight and all gray hair except for that shiny spot on top that seems to get bigger each month. Sexually, I'm trying to stay in the game but things have definitely slowed down in the past few years. It's been getting a little harder to get it up lately but Brenda knows all the tricks and has lots of patience. I try to compensate with more foreplay and she says I eat pussy like a champ. So we get along O.K. in that department. But I do miss the old days. I remember back in the beginning when we sometimes used to fuck two or three times a night. I'd wake up at two or three o'clock with a hard on, turn toward her and put my hand on her hairy bush. Even though she was sound asleep she would automatically spread her thighs when she felt my touch....pure sexual reflex. I'd roll over between her legs, slide into her and two or three minutes later we'd both come, having never exchanged a word. As the years passed, every night became every other night, and then once a week. For the last couple of years it's slowed to about every three weeks. Even then it's not such a big deal anymore. A little tongue on her clit, she sucks me up, followed by a few minutes in the missionary position and it's all over for nearly another month. The deer finally ran off, my mind stopped wandering and I pulled away. "You hungry" I asked, checking my watch. "Oh maybe, a little, what do you have in mind?" "Well that little sign says there's something up ahead." I answered, pointing to a small hand lettered board which stated, "Bills Burgers-Beer- Ice- One Mile" "O.K. if you want to, I could probably use a coke or something" was her unenthusiastic comeback as she fiddled with the camera. A little further along there was another sign saying "Bills" with an arrow pointed to a driveway leading off to the left. Another hundred yards and I spotted a log cabin type of building with a log porch and yet another sign on its roof reading "Bills." "Well I think we've found Bills" I mumbled sarcastically Brenda had switched the camera over and was snapping still photos as I pulled into the gravel parking lot. "Hey Sugar, better put that camera on the floor out of sight." I warned. "Why?" she asked, "There's nobody here, except that old motorcycle." "Well I know, but some crook could drive up after we go inside and there's no use taking chances." "Tom, you're such a pessimist!" She said as she slid the Kodak under her seat. Inside, the place had the typical beer joint smell found around the world. It not only reeked of Spilled beer but also had the overlying odor of recently fried hamburgers and onions coming from the small grill behind the bar. My mouth started watering instantly. I glanced at Brenda and raised one eyebrow, "Burger and a coke for me." Came her reply. From behind me a screechy voice said "What kin I get you folks?" I turned and saw a grinning little rat of a man with a broom in his hand wearing a dirty white apron. "Couple burgers with grilled onions and two cokes would be just fine I think" I smiled back at him. A crashing sound from the rearmost of two pool tables made me look up. Back in the gloom a big rough looking guy was walking around to position himself for another shot. Brenda pointed at the sign above him reading restrooms and looked meaningful at me then sashayed away. I watched her tan flared skirt sway with the rolling of her hips. "You need cheese on them burgers?" screeched the guy behind the bar. Reluctantly I took my eyes off my wife's fine ass and turned, "Nah, guess not, just plain burgers" Turning back again I saw the guy at the pool table standing rock still watching Brenda's approach, his eyes went up and down giving her the once over. As she passed he turned and continued watching her till she went through the door marked "heifers." Well hell! I thought. Can't blame him for looking can I? There probably aren't any women around these parts that look half that good. The man was huge, at least six feet three, barrel chested and would probably hit the scales at 250 or more. I guessed him to be in his late forties, black hair going to gray with a clean shaven rugged face. Not handsome, but not a bad looking guy either. He was wearing old faded Levis and a white tee shirt with black curly chest hair showing above the collar. I took him for a laborer. He probably worked at one of the sawmills hereabouts that turned out pre-cut log houses. The burgers looked good, fat and juicy in a plastic basket with lettuce and tomato slices on the side. Just then the screechy guy set the two sweating bottles of coke on the bar and Brenda slid onto the stool next to me. I could smell her favorite "white musk" perfume, recently applied. "Got here just in time" she said cheerfully. Her voice seemed a little strained, like she was out of breath, I swiveled toward her curiously. She averted my gaze and swallowed the cold coke directly from the bottle, looking straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar. Her face was flushed, she was breathing a little fast and she had a strange expression. I have learned a lot of things in my six decades plus on this planet and one of the most important is when to keep my mouth shut. Furthermore, I know every pore of this woman's body, but her mind is a different matter and never to be taken for granted. Something was going on inside my woman's head and it would either come out or it wouldn't. I decided the best thing was to just play it dumb and observe. "Get you folks anything else?" The little ratty guy asked, looking at both of us hopefully. "Not a thing" I replied. "Not a thing." echoed Brenda adding "Is there anything to see around here?" "Nah! Not really, just a million pine trees, but they all look pretty much alike after you've looked at a few," came the laughing bartenders reply. "So you're up here sightseeing?" came a deep voice from behind us. I turned to see the big pool player standing directly behind Brenda. "Well yes, I guess so. That and my wife's picture taking. Is there anything around here to take pictures of?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, yes there is." the big guy said. "A couple of miles up that gravel road west of here the Forest Service have a fire road leading up over Hogback Mountain. They built it so they can get up there quick to fight forest fires. It's a pretty rough road though, what kind of car do you have?" he asked. "We've got a Jeep SUV with four wheel drive. We're from Denver and need it in all that snow." "Well you won't have any trouble at all with a Jeep. It's about one and a half miles up the fire road to the top of the mountain but when you get there you can see clear down to the Colorado state line and the view is spectacular." "What do you think Brenda?" I asked, turning. She shrugged, glanced up at the mirror behind the bar and said. "I don't know, let's think about It." in a low voice. "Well, If you decide you want to, just turn left going out of the parking lot and follow the gravel about two miles to the old iron bridge. The fire road is just past it on the left. You can't miss it." The big guy threw a five on the bar and walked outside." A couple minutes later I heard his motorcycle start and drive off. We ate our burgers with no further interruptions and paid up, thanked our host and walked back out into the sunshine. It had heated up inside the Jeep. I flipped the air conditioner on and starting out of the lot asked, "Well which way, left to Hogback Mountain or right back to the motel?" " Tom, I know you're itching to put this thing into four wheel drive and climb up that mountain, and since it's only one o'clock, lets go left" she said in an half amused grudging tone. "Is there something eating on you" I asked, ignoring my own advice. "Nothings eating on me." A long pause, then "Well, that guy back there kept looking at me." "Yeah? So what's strange about that, guys are always looking at you." "He made little kissing noises when I walked by him and stared at my breasts." "Honey, with all due respect, I've got to admire his taste, and frankly I noticed that it made you breathe kind of hard, so what was that all about?" I asked. "Did you notice his pants?" She asked. "I never notice men's pants unless they aren't wearing any. What was wrong with his pants?" I cried in exasperation. "It was what he had in them; it looked like he was carrying a big flashlight in his front pocket, that's what!" "Well hell! Maybe he works the night shift or something." "Let's change the subject" was her final comment. The iron bridge was just where he had said it should be and another hundred feet on the left was the fire trail winding up through the trees. A little further down the gravel road was a sign reading "Road Closed" and another saying "Rockslide, Danger". "Good thing we don't want to go further on down this gravel road." I remarked, pulling onto the fire road and shifting to four wheel drive. It was very rough, just as we had been told, but the Jeep slowly growled its way up the trail toward the top. We arrived at the crest about ten minutes later. I stopped and switched off the engine at a grassy little clearing. The view was indeed spectacular. "Let's get out and stretch our legs!" I suggested. You could see for miles in all directions. Away off to the south was a ridge of low mountains and I said"That must be Colorado over there." "Oh Tom! It is beautiful up here, I'm glad we took the time for this!" exclaimed Brenda. She turned and continued shooting pictures with her camera. It was then I became aware of a faint buzzing sound coming from below us. In another minute the sound became more distinct. I realized it was a motorcycle engine I was hearing, and it was getting nearer. "I think somebody else is coming up the trail, do you hear that?" I asked. Brenda listened, then looked startled, "Tom, maybe we should go back right now" she replied. I looked at her and saw that she seemed worried. "Nonsense! We just got here. There weren't any signs saying we couldn't drive up here if we wanted to. I know you would like to take some more pictures, wouldn't you?" "Well, I guess so if that's what you want to do." was her reluctant reply. Five minutes later it became apparent who our newcomer was and I don't think it was a surprise to either of us. The big fellow pulled his noisy machine right up behind us and shut his engine off. He then rummaged in one of the saddle bags and pulled out a quart bottle of liquor. Grinning he asked, "Anybody want to have a drink with me?" Although the question was innocent enough, I didn't like his familiarity as he strode toward us. From the corner of my eye I noticed Brenda shrinking back a little at his approach and was immediately on guard. He sat the bottle of cheap whiskey on the hood of our Jeep and I noticed that it was about half gone. "Have you been drinking?" I asked looking hard at the man. "Hell yes I have, not that it's any of your damn business" he answered, no longer grinning. "Come on Brenda, I think it's time for us to go." I said starting for the driver's door. "I don't think so, not just yet" said the man, stepping forward into my personal space. His chest nearly touched mine. I could smell sweat, maleness, old spice aftershave and whiskey fumes. I looked up into his unsmiling eyes and asked. "Just what do you think you are doing mister?" putting as much steel as I could into my voice. "What do I think I'm doing? Why, I just drove up here to admire the scenery, maybe have a drink or two and fuck that hot looking' wife of yours." was his shocking reply. I heard Brenda's sharp intake of breath on the other side of the car before I pushed the man aside, reaching for the door handle. My feet suddenly flew out from under me and I hit the ground face down with the big bastard sitting on the small of my back. "The main thing right now is we've got to start communicating" he said through clenched teeth. Now I'm going to let you get up but I don't want any bullshit out of you, do you hear? You start giving me any trouble and you are going to get hurt bad, do you understand? All right, now get up, nice and calm....O.K.?" I felt his weight lifted from me and saw him stand. Brenda had run to my side and was leaning down with worried eyes, trying to help me. I spotted a fist sized rock and grabbed it, then came up in a rage with the intention of murdering the big bastard. He stepped back a pace and just looked at me, completely unafraid. Brenda grabbed my wrist. "No honey don't do it, you're no match for him I don't want him to hurt you. "She's giving you good advice buddy, now drop the rock before you really piss me off." He said in flat monotones. I looked at him, then looked at Brenda and realized that I had no chance against this brute....still I hesitated. "Drop the rock honey, she said softly." I looked at her again, she nodded. I let it slip from my grasp. I pulled my billfold out, flipped it open and glancing inside said "Now look here mister, I've got nearly five hundred bucks on me, how about taking that and some of these credit cards too, if you want them, and leaving us alone?" I asked. "Hand me that wallet." He ordered. I quickly handed it over hoping that it would appease him and we could just get out of here. He flipped it open and looked at my driver's license in the plastic window. "Thomas Baker, huh? What do you do for a living Tom?" he asked. "I'm a retired engineer, used to work for Exxon, why?" "Oh yes, now I get the picture, O.K......He looked me up and down disdainfully. You've got plenty of money, eh Tom? Brand new Jeep, big house in Denver, hot little wife twenty years younger than you. Got it made haven't you Tom? "Yeah, I think maybe I have. You going to take our money and let us go, whatever your name is?" I asked. "You think you can buy your way out of this, Mr. Moneybags from Denver? Well you're wrong. I'm not a thief; I don't want your damn money or anything else you've got for that matter. I just want a piece of your wife's ass, and that's exactly what I'm going to take, right now, whether you like it or not! Now take your wallet back and give me your car keys! He demanded. "Where's your cell phone?" he asked "Lying' in the center console, I replied, hard as nails. "Where's yours Brenda?" he asked, almost gently. "Mine's in my purse, right there on the passenger seat" came her cautious reply. He opened the door, looked around and pulled Brenda's sleeping bag from its resting place on the back floor. "I think we can use this, nothing like a little comfort while we fuck, don't you agree?" He asked her. He turned to me saying, "Now Mr. Tom Baker, I want you to sit right here in front of your brand new Jeep and stay put. I'm a nice guy and know you want to watch the fun. But if I look over here and see you move I'm going to stop what I'm doing and break both your arms. Hell! You can even sip on my bottle of whiskey while you watch the floor show." He tossed the bottle to me and pointed to a spot in front of the bumper. I saw him click the remote locks on the key ring, pocket the keys, then grabbed Brenda's wrist and walk toward a huge pine on a slight rise in front of the Jeep. He unzipped the bag and spread it on the pine needles at the base of the tree. Both stood talking in low tones for at least five minutes with him still holding her wrist. They were speaking seriously and both glanced my way several times. I wished I could lip read. What could they be talking about so long? Was she trying to convince him that he shouldn't rape her? Finally, Brenda shook his hand off and ran back to me. "Honey how are you feeling?" she asked. "Just a little sore from getting thrown on the ground. What were you saying to each other?" "He seemed to be willing to talk, so I tried to find out as much as I could about him, maybe get him to negotiate or something. He says he's never raped a woman before. That this is his first time. He's married and has grown kids but says his wife's turned into a fat bitch and he's not getting any sex. It's about to drive him crazy. He says he doesn't want to have to take me by force me, but he will if he has to." Perplexed at what she was saying I asked hotly,"What in hell does he expect? That you should be overjoyed to have him screw you?" "Darling please, I don't have much time. Try and help me. I know you can't protect me from that bastard but do you want me to fight him? If I do, he'll beat me to a pulp while raping me then come over here and do something terrible to you." "I just don't know what to tell you Brenda; maybe you could just lay there and play dead?" "He's already thought I might try that. He said if I wanted to play Zombie I'd wish I hadn't, he said he would tie you up and keep me here all night till he got what he wanted. "You said you tried to negotiate with him? Did you have any luck with that?" Respectable People "Yes, he said if I would have regular sex with him that he wouldn't hurt either of us. He promised if I would co-operate with him he would be gentle with me." "I'm sorry Brenda, but it doesn't look like we have any choice". She held my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry honey. I really don't think he's going to hurt me. But I worry about you. I hate this because I'll have to pretend I'm willing rather than fighting him. You must try to remember that I am being forced into this. It'll probably be harder for you to sit here and watch than it will be for me. Tom, you've got to be strong! It's just meaningless sex, remember that. "Brenda, I know what you're saying, and as usual you're right, but if I had a gun I'd kill that son of a bitch right now." I said heatedly. "Yes I know, but for now just sit here and please don't interfere, no matter what happens!" She turned, walked back to the spread sleeping bag, and sat down, never once looking at him. She kicked off her sandals, reached under her skirt and pulled off her panty hose along with her panties then leaned back waiting. He had stepped out of his moccasins and he pulled his Levis down to his knees. His already hard cock flipped up at a forty five degree angle. I stared in amazement. I had expected it to be large of course, but it was huge, almost twice as big as mine and hard as a rock. She flipped her skirt up exposing curly pussy hair and spread her knees for him. Even from here I could see moisture wetting her opening. I wondered if she was already aroused, or if this was nature's way of preparing some kind of defense? I watched fascinated, as thirty feet in front of me a stranger was about to have his way with the woman I loved. This was going to be tough to watch! I pulled the cork from the bottle and took a big swallow. The cheap whiskey burned all the way down, but it somehow helped bring things into focus. He knelt between her thighs and whispered something to her. She answered and he nodded but they were talking too low for me to make any sense of what was said. His back was towards me at an angle but I could still see Brenda's face, she didn't look afraid, in fact she'd never looked lovelier to me. I felt a pang of jealousy knowing the pleasure the rapist was about to enjoy. He rubbed the big head of his prick up and down her pink slit to gather some lubrication then leaned forward a little and pushed. From behind I could see that his balls were drawn up tightly against his body. Their wrinkled sack looked like a hair covered baseball between his clenched buttocks. His cock easily slid in about half its length. Brenda grabbed his shoulders and said "Uhh! Wait a second!" He stopped and they whispered between them inaudibly. A minute passed and she said "okay, just go slow." He slid several inches further into her, she groaned and I clearly heard her say again, "Too deep..... Hold up." A pause, followed by "All right go ahead, but take it easy." More whispers, and I watched until the last of his shaft slowly disappeared and his nuts pressed her soft cunt lips flat. I heard him say "I'm in. All the way" The man's big cock was completely buried in my woman's sweet pussy right in front of me, and I had no choice but to sit here and watch him fuck her! He lay forward; his face pressed to her neck and was whispering something into her ear. For a long moment they didn't move a muscle. I couldn't hear anything that was being said. Then I heard her clear answer. "All right, but take it slow at the beginning." He rose above her, drew back a little and began slow deep thrusts. "She groaned from pleasure, I think, and he froze in mid stroke. "No, No, it's fine, keep going." she reassured him. She had her arms around him holding tightly. His ass rose and fell, pumping her with long deliberate strokes, sliding fully up to his bag each time. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles. She's trying to maintain her balance, I said to myself. But I didn't really believe it. Minutes passed. He was starting to grunt lustily each time he thrust into her. In spite of myself I felt the stirrings of an erection watching them. I had never witnessed two people having sexual intercourse before and the reality was very stimulating. Brenda was echoing his loud grunts, going Uhh, Uhh, Uhh in reply as he bottomed out in her. She can't help that I reasoned he's knocking the breath out of her. Time passed but there was no letup. I began to marvel at his stamina. Three minutes was the most I could stand before coming and I'd heard that was average, but this guy had been at it far longer than that. He began pumping her faster, groaning loudly. She was now echoing aah!, aah!, aah! And rolling her hips up to meet his strokes. Suddenly the muscles in his buttocks knotted up, he pinned her hard against the ground and his testicles rose and fell as he injected his seed deep into her. He moaned loudly in satisfaction. His shoulders hid my wife's face so that I couldn't see whether she was pretending to join him in orgasm or not. It flashed across my mind that this would be a perfect time to jump up, grab a big rock, sprint the short distance and bash the bastard's brains out. Then common sense prevailed. I'm over sixty. Just getting up off the ground itself is a time consuming challenge and with my knees I haven't sprinted anywhere in years. I looked at the whiskey and decided to have another drink instead. The rapist lay on her for long minutes after cumming with his big prick leisurely soaking in her vagina. There were whispers and suddenly he laughed, glanced back at me then rolled off onto his back, his cock slick with their combined juices. Brenda lay quietly beside him, her skirt bunched at the waist exposing her soft white belly above tangled black hair. "Hey Tom, how about bringing that bottle over here while there's some left." He called. I got to my feet slowly, knees stiff from inactivity and walked to them. Brenda pulled her skirt down modestly at my approach but did not look up at me. I handed over the bottle and watched as he took a long pull, his Adams apple bobbing. He made a face and said "How about you Brenda, it'll do you good!" She shook her head but didn't reply. He handed back the bottle, sprang to his feet and pulled his pants up. "I believe I'll take a little break and relieve myself. Why don't you have a seat and tell wifey here what a great job she's doing." He walked over behind some bushes. "How are you feeling Brenda?" I asked concern in my voice. She had not looked at me until now, but she looked up and answered in a matter of fact tone," I'm all right Tom, how about you?" "A little shocked I guess, but I'm glad to see that he isn't being brutal or anything." "No, he hasn't actually hurt me so far, it was a little uncomfortable at first but I got used to it. I guess if you have to get raped you could say I'm having a better than average experience." From behind the bushes came the splatter of his stream hitting the ground. "You're doing a wonderful job of pretending to enjoy that brute's lust, just hang in there for a little longer and this will all be over with in no time." I was baffled when she gave me a look of loathing in response to this attempt to cheer her up. Women are hard to understand! "Hey, Brenda!" He called from the bushes, "You about ready for another one?" She glanced at me and said "I think I've changed my mind, hand me that bottle of whiskey before you leave." He walked up as she was handing the whiskey back and without saying a word pointed meaningfully back toward the Jeep. As I reluctantly started back I heard him say to her "Let's get these damn clothes off." I sat down and leaned back against the front bumper then looked back toward the pine tree. They were both standing, facing each other. She'd kicked her skirt aside and was already pulling her sweater over her head. He was naked, watching her strip, his cock beginning to get firm again. She tossed the sweater aside and was loosening the brassiere hooks when he dropped to his knees and looked up into her face. He tightly hugged her bare buttocks. She finally released the bra, allowing her soft saggy tits to tumble down level with his mouth. She looked down at his face as he took a long nipple between his lips and pressed his face into the softness of the creamy breast. Perhaps it was the whiskey, but I don't think I had ever seen her look sexier than at that moment. He sucked her for a long time, alternating from the left one to the right. He brought one of his hands up from her ass to grasp and roll a nipple between thumb and forefinger then squeeze and knead the entire breast while suckling the opposite. She laced her fingers in his hair, threw her head back looking skyward. I heard the mewling sounds of pleasure she always makes when I do her tits. Finally Brenda leaned her head down and whispered something to him. He stopped mauling her breasts, glanced briefly in my direction and lay on his back on the opened sleeping bag. She knelt between his legs, took the head of his rubbery but hardening cock into her mouth and began sucking greedily. I tried to remember the last time she had done this for me, but couldn't. It had been a long time. Within a minute or two his huge prick had become fully erect. She held it with both hands, one above the other while polishing the head with her lips and tongue. He was making guttural sounds and saying "Suck it baby, suck it!" over and over. She was making those familiar whimpering sounds of pleasure she always makes when she has a cock in her mouth. Brenda is one of those rare women who truly loves to suck cock. She admits to being genuinely kinky about it. She says she loves the feel, the smell and the intimacy and gets a kick out of having it grow bigger in her mouth. As to taste, she is a real gourmet. Men's come has an individual taste she claims. Even from the same man on different days. She never fails to swallow all the man gravy, licking and smacking in satisfaction. I was fully expecting this to happen at any minute now and that would be the end of things, but suddenly she stopped. His sudden look of disappointment was immediately replaced by a broad grin as she knee walked her way up his legs and spread her thighs wide over his pelvis. Then holding his thick shaft daintily between her fingers she guided it carefully past her dripping pussy lips. Lowering herself, she smoothly took the full shaft inside in one movement. As it slid home she cried loudly "aaah, GOD YES! I remembered her telling me that for her the most intense feeling of being fucked , other than orgasm itself was that initial thrust of a hard cock going deep up inside. Taking his cue, the rapist cupped her breasts in his hands, lifting and pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Brenda shifted her weight forcing all his rigid manhood inside until she was resting her full weight on his big nuts. This had always been her favorite fucking position and one of mine too. She was in total control of angle and depth as well as ninety percent of the fucking experience. She rode him slowly at first, looking into his eyes with a severe expression. Woman fucking a man was something she took seriously. As she rode him she combed her fingers through the coarse hair on his chest. In a few minutes she leaned forward and increased her pelvic thrusts causing the man to grunt with pleasure in response. Finally grinding into him hard and furious she cried out something unintelligible and came in a loud, shuddering climax, jerking her head from side to side in erotic spasm. As the aftershocks from her orgasm subsided, she calmly sat on him smiling. They spoke in very low tones. She never once looked over my way although he occasionally made sure I wasn't moving about. She made sure his prick stayed inside her and was still rock hard. As they talked I noticed that she was constantly squirming and rolling her hips in a small pattern to create a slight friction on it. They talked for some time and slowly this motion became more pronounced. Then she deliberately leaned far back with her hands behind, resting on his knees. She pumped her belly up and down and with her hips rolling she fucked his cock with movements like a coochie dancer I had seen once at a carnival. She was humping him and doing a bump and grind at the same time. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen a woman do, and I was jealous that she'd never screwed me like that. The rapist, if you could still call him that at this point, was as fascinated watching her as I was. We both stared at her performance of lust until she finally stopped and leaned over him again. I think my cock may have been as hard as his during these few moments. Her tempo became faster again. I saw that he had one hand down in her crotch and seemed to be rubbing her clit with his thumb as she pumped him. His other hand clutched her breast so tightly the spongy flesh squeezed up between his fingers like bread dough. Then saw his face begin to contort and he began gasping for air. His immensely strong thigh muscles were rhythmically lifting her whole weight up and down and I could see he was on the verge of climax. She fucked him frantically, loudly moaning and groaning. He suddenly stiffened, his hips cleared the ground and he bellowed like an enraged bull. She shuddered again in simultaneous orgasm and pitched face forward onto his chest. The big man howled with delight, wrapped his arms tightly around her and looked over at me with a proud grin. Her head was turned away and she appeared to be resting, listening to his heart. Finally, Brenda slowly stirred and sat up, his cock still imbedded inside her. They were smiling and whispering to each other. She humped his soft prick jokingly a few times and made a comment that caused them both to laugh. Slowly she rose up off him withdrawing his long slimy cock. As it pulled free and it fell limply back onto his belly and I saw that it was completely limp and coated with their combined fuck gravy. Brenda lay over next to him resting on her back, legs spread and vagina dilated a sheen of sweat on her naked skin. The man rose to his knees, patted her matted pussy affectionately and got to his feet. He carefully wiped his cock and balls on her pantyhose, tossed them onto her belly and quickly pulled on his jeans and tee shirt. Picking up her panties, he carefully rolled my car keys into them and walked toward me. He glanced at the empty bottle in the grass and commented casually, "That was the best cunt I've had in years, you're a lucky son of a bitch." He held up the balled panties and said, "I'll leave your keys on that big stump a half mile down the trail where it forks. By the time you pick them up I'll be long gone." He turned the motorcycle and I realized Brenda was standing behind me holding her sleeping bag. Her hair was a mess, make up all gone and she looked like she was going to cry. I took her in my arms and she dropped the bag. We embraced for a long time just holding each other and saying nothing. She looked up into my face and said "Oh Tom, I'm so sorry." I said "No Darling, I'm the one should be sorry. I got you into this by bringing you up here. I hope you can forgive me!" I wanted to kiss her but I could smell his cock around her mouth. Finally, I broke our embrace, walked to the fuel door and got the spare key hidden inside. In a minute I had the car unlocked and handed her a box of Kleenex and a bottle of water. She took a long drink then clutching a handful of tissues mopped at what looked like egg white running down the inside of both legs. Not bothering with a bra she pulled the sweater over her head and stepped into her cum stained skirt. We got into the Jeep, I handed Brenda my neatly folded handkerchief. She raised herself and slid it beneath her leaking pussy. I turned the Jeep around and we began our slow descent down Hogback Mountain. Brenda sat quietly, looking straight ahead and seemed quite calm. We came to the fork in the trail and I spotted the keys shining on the big stump at the side. The panties weren't there. I retrieved the keys and threw them into a cup holder. "He stole your panties, the pink and white striped ones with your initials." Brenda didn't answer. "I tried to get the license number off his motorcycle but he'd smeared it with mud. All I could make out was the first letter which was an A." "Why did you want to get the number?" she asked distractedly. "For the police report of course! So they can arrest the guy." "Tom, what in hell are you thinking? We can't report this! I'm not going to make any kind of complaint to the authorities. And I won't let you either!" "But Brenda, You were just raped by that bastard, and I was assaulted. He'll probably do the same thing again to some other poor woman. We've got to stop him!" "Tom, you know it can't be done quietly. We are respectable people. Everyone will know. My sons and your daughter will be horrified. There would be a public trial and the lawyer always tries to turn the victim into the slut who brought it all on herself! They would ask what you did to stop it! Why didn't I fight him tooth and nail? It would be a circus!" "So we just let him get away with it? Is that what you want to do?" "No, but there's nothing else as respectable people that we can do. I know he threw you on the ground and all that but you don't have any visible marks." "Yes, but what about his next poor victim?" He isn't a brutal or sadistic person. I believed him when he said he had never forced a woman before and I doubt he will become a serial rapist now. But if he does, he will be caught, it's not up to us to put him behind bars." "Well O.K. then, I sure don't like it but I guess it's your decision, you were the one he raped." "Yes I was. I was taken by force, and against my will. But rape is a crime of violence. Richard wasn't violent with me and I wasn't actually hurt, and that's my final decision." "Richard? Was that his name? You mean you got on a first name basis with the guy?" "Tom, I told you I had to talk to the man, to reason with him and get him to see me as a human being, not just a slab of meat." "So I guess his nickname is probably Dick, that would figure wouldn't it?" I guess she wasn't amused by my cynical remark, as there was no reply. We didn't speak again until we got back to the motel. As we went in the room she immediately said over her shoulder "I've got to get a hot shower. Go ahead first because I'll be in there for awhile." "Brenda, could you wait a minute? I need to talk to you" Hearing the urgency in my voice she replied, "What is it Tom?" I sat on the edge of the bed facing her. "If you can wait a little bit.....I need you." "What do you mean you need me?" "I mean we've....I....I've just been through a bad experience. I need you really badly right now." "Tom, I'm not quite sure that I understand." "Brenda, would you come here and let me hold you for a little bit before you get your shower?" I had a myriad of conflicting thoughts including Anger, jealousy, suspicion and lust all going through my head. I know they showed on my face because she suddenly softened and said compassionately. "Oh, of course I will darling, I just wanted to get fresh again, it can wait a little" She came close; I put my arms around her and pressed my face to her bosom. Looking up into her eyes I asked, "Brenda Honey, are we all right?" "Tom what do you mean?" "Do you still love me, after what happened today?" "Oh! Tom of course I still love you, as much as ever. I was worrying that you might think of me as somehow soiled, maybe even ruined as your woman. Respectable People No, I'm not thinking that way at all. I just feel inadequate as your mate, not protecting you, letting another man have you like that. You did absolutely everything you could under the circumstances Tom. He was a big bull of a guy, young, muscular. Using force against him would have ended badly. You handled the situation wonderfully and you should have no feelings of guilt or inadequacy about anything. Now try to cheer up!" I raised the hem of her sweater exposing her soft braless breasts and carefully kissed them one at a time just above the aureole. I know this is going to sound strange to you darling." I said nervously, "but I want to make love to you right now......please." She was completely surprised by this. It was probably the last thing she expected to hear from me. I half expected her to explode in anger but instead saw confusion, and gradually a glimmer of comprehension in her eyes. "Tom, I'm filthy. Give me a minute and I'll take a hot shower for you. It'll be so much nicer." "I know it, but that's not what I want. I need you just the way you are. I really can't explain why, but I just need it very badly and I don't know any other way to put it." She paused, thinking hard about my request. For a moment I thought she was going to refuse. Then gently she made her decision. "Maybe I do know the reason why. I think it goes back to the cavemen in a way, but it's probably a lot more complex than that. I'm your mate and I belong to you. Now another male has used me and you need to reassert your position. I have his smell on me and his cum inside me and you need to make me your possession again. You have a primeval, male need to re-mark your territory. Isn't that it? "Yes you're pretty close I think. But there's more, I watched you get on top and woman fuck him out there. You leaned back on his cock and almost drove him crazy with your pussy. It was so hot it gave me a hard on just watching, and I want you to fuck me like you did him" Brenda thought about what I was asking for another minute then stripped her sweater off and simply said "Get on the bed Tom!" I did as I was told and seconds later she had my half hard prick in her mouth. Damn! That woman knows how to pleasure a man! It felt wonderful, but it couldn't stop the images of her holding "Richards" big shaft in both hands from flashing through my mind. She began that familiar whimpering noise she always makes when she really gets into it. On the verge of blowing my load I lifted her off, breaking suction with a plop! Fuck me now Baby I want to be inside you, get on it and fuck me! She climbed up my legs, spread herself wide and lowered onto me. I felt wetness on both hips from runny cum leaking down her thighs. I can't remember when my cock had ever been harder. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers and easily slipped the throbbing head inside, then glanced up at me and lowered her full weight onto my nuts. It felt like coming home after a bad journey. I was deep in my loving woman's sweet cunt. Only now it was overflowing with another mans gravy. I felt the head of my prick slide into a big puddle and realized it was leaking from further up where a much longer cock had left it. It squished then ran out over my balls and crotch. She was stretched but not as bad as I had expected. Brenda leaned back as I had asked and put her hands on my knees. Gyrating and humping me lasciviously she asked in a naughty little girl voice. "Does it feel good to be pussy fucked like this Tommy?" "Oh yeah Sugar!" I croaked, "I'm getting ready to cum baby." "Yes! Yes! She cried and leaning forward began riding me furiously." I grabbed her tits in both hands, held on firmly and an instant later busted my nuts inside her; just seconds ahead of her own orgasm. She lay exhausted on my chest afterwards just as she had lain on his a little over an hour ago on Hogback Mountain. In a few minutes she rolled off me and pushed a towel between her legs. "You can take that shower now if you want to." I said. "Pretty soon, after I have a nap honey, right now I'm totally fucked out. Would you please pull those covers up over me?" She fell sound asleep instantly. The next morning we drove back home to Denver. Brenda had been in a very good spirits during breakfast. Now she was filming the landscape out the window and laughing at a band of sheep being herded by an old man and his three sheep dogs. I'm glad to see you feeling so good darling. Are you sore or anything after yesterday? I asked. "No I'm just fine Tom, but how are you making it?" "Well, I'm a little stiffer than usual in my lower back but that'll probably go away in a couple days. But I've been wondering about some things. Want to talk about what happened yesterday?" "All right, I'm sure we need to do that for your sake. We've got a couple of hours to go before we get home, so go ahead." "Why for my sake? Aren't you the least bit troubled? Some women would be traumatized by what happened." "Look, we've always been honest with one another. I know you're still shocked but I'm a very levelheaded woman and it doesn't bother me now that it's over. I admit I was scared in the beginning. I was afraid we might get hurt, even killed, those things happen. But over the years I've learned to qualify people very quickly and yesterday, I saw that we were not confronting a psychopath or brutal criminal. We were simply facing a man of dubious character. A sex hungry scoundrel that was a little drunk and convinced he could easily get away with rape" "You certainly didn't put up any resistance. Did you want him to fuck you?" I knew you were going to ask me that question sooner or later. It's not simple to answer. "O.K. Brenda, we've got a long drive ahead of us, forget simple. I'd like to hear the long complicated one though." "All right, but don't say I didn't warn you. I think all women at some time have a fantasy about being raped . Not fear, but a thought about some sexy virile man forcibly taking them while they put up mock protest. That's why a lot of women like to read those bodice ripper novels. That fantasy flashed through my mind when I first saw him. He looked and acted like a big bad man that wanted to ravish me on the spot and would have, except for the restraints of modern civilization. I also noticed the outline of his big cock inside his jeans. I think a lot of women wonder what it would be like to take one on like that. I will admit that I was among them. But, I absolutely did not want to be raped by him! I have too much love for you and too much self esteem to ever want that. I hope you believe me. When we got to talking there on Hogback Mountain, he said he wouldn't be rough or forceful if I would agree to give him a good screw. All I had to do was relax and enjoy it and I wouldn't be raped, I'd just get fucked. Those were his exact words." "All right, so far I think I knew all of this before you told me. I guess my question is, did you relax and enjoy it as he asked, or were you pretending out of necessity?" "Tom, as much as I would like to tell you what you want to hear. And at the risk of your anger, or even losing you, I have to honestly tell you that I was not pretending." "I'm not surprised, I really didn't think you were that good an actress." "Tommy, you've always known how much I love to fuck." "Yes and that frankness is one of the things I've always loved about you. Absolute honesty between a man and woman is a rare thing. Fortunately we've always been able to talk truthfully about sexual matters without any later prejudice." "Tom, I'm curious why you got a hard on watching me ride his cock like a cowgirl yesterday." "I think it was because I love you so much. When we have sex we are actually making love to each other. But you weren't doing that. You were fucking a man you didn't even know just to make yourself cum. You had his huge prick up your pussy all the way and you were going crazy riding it with no loving feelings for him at all. It was like watching you masturbate and you know how much I like to watch you do that." "Were you jealous of his big penis?" "I guess so, mostly because it was such a turn on for you. I liked to watch it all go in and out. I always thought I was nearly filling you up, now I know better. How did it feel?" "It felt massive just like it looked. I wasn't sure I could take it all but when I got adjusted to it I felt it rubbing nerves that hadn't been touched before." "Too bad your new camcorder was locked up I'd loved to have recorded the whole thing so I could go back and watch it." "Tom, we've both been re-awakened sexually by this. I had lost a lot of interest and so had you. I didn't really feel very wanted until yesterday and saw the naked desire in his eyes. He also thought I was twenty years younger and flattery is always a pretty good aphrodisiac. We need to learn from this experience. "You're right as usual Brenda." Denver Four Months Later "Its six thirty Brenda what on earth kept you so long?" "I'm sorry Honey, but I called you on my cell and told you I'd gone out of town and would be late." "The Library has never sent you out of town before. What was that all about?" "Well it's kind of a long story. Why don't you make us a couple of drinks and I'll explain, I even made a movie to show you." I got the drinks and came back to find her lying back on the couch with her eyes closed. I said "You look very tired sugar, maybe we should eat out tonight instead of cooking." "Yes, I almost fell asleep while you were fixing the drinks. Why don't we just order a pizza and later we can watch the video tape? That would be easier than going out." She picked up her cocktail and took a couple swallows, leaned back and asked, "Tom are you aware that you haven't wanted to make love to me for almost three weeks now?" "Come to think about it I guess you're right. I'm sorry, but I just haven't thought about it as much lately. Why are you bringing that up now?" "Tom, I'm coming to that. We've started to slide back into that rut we were in before Hogback Mountain. When we returned to Denver it was almost like being on a second honeymoon again. For several months afterward you wanted me almost every night and it was fantastic. I felt young again, desirable and full of life. Then gradually your interest began to taper off. My sexual desire has stayed strong though. I had a sexual re-awakening up there that day. Tom to be blunt, I need more sex and want to try to get back what we had then. I love you very much." Before I could respond, she gulped the last of her drink and continued. "As a librarian I'm sure you know I spend lots of time researching and looking for information. After our trip I zoomed in on the digital images I'd made when we first parked at Bills Hamburger joint. It was easy to read the license plate on Richard's motorcycle. It was also simple for me to trace all his data. His last name is Jackson; he works as a foreman for a big lumber company. I phoned him a few weeks back and told him I knew who he was. He seemed a little scared at first but when he saw I wasn't trying to make trouble for him he relaxed and we had a long talk. He said he wanted to send his apologies to you for being rough that day. I asked "What about me?" He said he was not going to apologize for getting the best piece of ass he could ever remember. He added that he would do it all over again if he had a chance. Then he came right out and asked me if I was calling because I was thinking the same thing. I answered by telling him about how excited you became afterward, wanting to make love to me every night. That we had enjoyed a tremendous re-awakening of sexual desire in our marriage that only recently had started to taper off. "Are you calling because you need me to help you get things going again?" He asked. I said I wasn't sure yet, but maybe so. I had to think about the whole thing a little longer. He laughed and said he was getting a hard on just talking to me on the phone. "Just call me again and tell me when and where and I'll be on the way." Embarrassed, I hung up. I've had a lot to think about over the last few weeks Tom. I love you desperately and I don't know what I would do if you ever lost your love for me. There could never be any one else, no one could ever take your place. We aren't as young as we used to be. You are slowing down in your sex drive and so am I. We no longer fuck like rabbits like we did twenty years ago and I know that those days are over with. I don't expect or need as much as I used to. But, you haven't touched me in bed for two weeks now. That was about where we were before we went up to the Medicine Bow Mountains on our little vacation. Tom, I think you are having some trouble adjusting to retirement. More than anything else I believe you don't have enough excitement in your life. The change in our sex lives in the aftermath of Hogback Mountain proved that all we needed was a little stimulation to get out of the sexual rut we had fallen into. You had become bored with me and sex had lost its thrill. Frankly I was in the same boat. I was bored stupid every day. The boredom was leading to depression. There was no spice in our lives at all and we were both living in a plain vanilla world. After talking to Richard I tried to think of some kind of alternatives for us but in the end it was apparent that they all ended in sexual stimulus being the thing needed. I've bought sexy lingerie and worn it to bed. I've let you photograph me naked and in all kinds of sexy poses. We have made love in front of my camcorder. Nothing seemed to help very much. I have even thought about having an affair. There are a couple men who would like to get into that with me if I gave them the slightest encouragement. But, I don't want to do that, simply because I really don't want another man in my bed other than you. Also, others could get hurt. I'd have to lie, and we have always been able to tell each other the truth no matter what. I couldn't live with myself being unfaithful to you. Finally I reached a decision. The answer was so obvious and simple. Why not recreate Hogback Mountain all over again? This time on film so that there would be a record that you could view from time to time as needed when you started to get bored with me. I think you even mentioned once that it was too bad Richard had locked the camcorder inside our Jeep that day while I was being raped. A week ago I phoned him again where he works and he asked if I would rendezvous with him at a small town half way between here and Denver. I took along my movie camera, drove up there and met him today." "Brenda! You're joking right?" Instead of an answer she reached into her purse and tossed a pair of pink and white striped panties with the initials B.B. into my lap. As I looked at them in astonishment she said, "After we'd finished making our movie. I traded the ones I was wearing for these old ones with the initials he stole that day on the mountain. With the sweetest sincerity and in the most loving tones she added, "Tom, I think you're really going to like this film" I could only gaze with astonishment at the woman I loved, and with wonder feel the familiar hardness beginning to grow in my pants. End