Chapter 2

Jane Brighton stared across the starlit meadow towards the square of light shrouded partially by some trees. As she grew closer, she made out the form of a shack and two outbuildings that must have belonged to a backwoods farmer. She trembled at the sound of her own footsteps on the damp soil, but steeled herself as she approached the main building. The light shown from one oblong window and reflected on a muddy yard giving out from the front of the house. The building was obviously old and had been left uncared for many years: paint peeled from the clapboards and the back windows were boarded up or broken. The place had a sinister quality that made her uneasy, and Jane viewed the scene carefully before stepping up to the window. To the left of the house stood a stone structure that might have passed for a broken- down privy or a tool shack, and farther behind she could make out the form of a cistern standing like an obscure pedestal in the half-darkness.

As she moved across the yard she found a large barrel set against a tree; a slant of light cutting through the low-hanging branches exposed a pile of apples. She reached in and seized one, devouring it almost immediately. Then she grabbed another and munched into it, feeling her ravishing hunger partially satisfied.

She could feel the cooling darkness gather protectively around her body, and she lay back against a large tree trunk, relaxing for a moment. Dark trees, a pitch black canopy of leaves over her head; it reminded her somehow of the childhood horror stories of being lost she and her girlfriends had told each other at summer camp. Only this was real and she was here to confront the confounding reality of being alone and still hungry in the Appalachian Mountains. She sighed heavily to herself when she thought of the husband she had to return to and the anger he would vent on her when she reappeared at the lodge tomorrow morning. Assuming that she would.

She filled the side pockets to her dress with apples, then turned and faced into the forest. He would never believe her story of losing her way on that back trail they had traveled so many times, and if he finally came to understand her plight she knew he would condemn her for her foolishness in stalking away from him. After all, she had been lost for two full days. The frigid wife, Miss Jane Prude, got what was coming to her, she thought sardonically to herself.

She inched up slowly to the shack and peered in the window. Sitting only a few inches from the dusty pane was a red-haired man of enormous size holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, and seated at a table surrounding him were three other men dressed in blue-denims passing another bottle to each other. The man at one end of the table was rather nice looking; he was about medium height with bright alert eyes and long sandy hair--the complete opposite of the repulsive creature at the other side, who had a kind of idiot-like stare and whose long skinny arms kept on scratching a pink, heavily pock-marked face. A short fat nondescript looking man sat at the head of the table, his hands folded impassively in front of him. Jane stood transfixed and watched for several minutes as the men drank and talked. She was too frightened to follow what they were saying, and she debated indecisively whether she should knock or leave. The men were obviously getting drunk and she found herself pulling away from the grim picture she still watched through the window.

"Eeeeeeeh!" a high-pitched voice came through the darkness.

Jane stopped suddenly in her tracks as she heard what sounded like loud female laughter coming from the shack. It had startled her and she spun quickly around to face the same yellow-lit oblong light that she had turned away from a moment earlier. As before, the heads of the four men sitting round the table were illuminated as though they were on a stage. There was no visible change in the scene, and the large man laughed before retilting the bottle to his lips.

"Heeeeey," the sound rang out of the cabin again.

My God, this time she was sure of it--it had been a female voice! She peered back at the shack, then quickly retraced her steps across the yard.

She stood before the window again, pressing her cheek against the shingling of the house and averting her face away from the light. A sudden guffaw broke the silence and she leaned cautiously forward. Looking in the window once more she saw the four men bent over in laughter, their faces beet red and their hands gripping their sides. In the center of the room stood the woman she had heard earlier. She was certainly attractive, Jane thought, but there was also something cheap and almost lewd about her appearance. She stood a bit taller than Jane with a long smoothly curving figure, barely covered by a kind of tightly fitting black dress that she had heard prostitutes often wear. Her sensuous lips were covered with bright lipstick that accentuated high-pitched cheekbones and black sparkling eyes.

The young woman swayed her rounded tightly clad buttocks salaciously in front of the four men, and the men responded in raucous laughter, clapping their hands appreciatively in their drunkenness. Then the large man leered at the woman when she fluttered a hand lewdly towards the man's groin. Jane averted her gaze, suddenly aware of what was going on and the mistake she had made in returning to the cabin.

"Hey Peggy, goddamn, you stop that," the short fat man said. "I gotta put up with enough of that back in town."

Jane's gaze shot abruptly to the short fat man and she watched him rise suddenly from the table and move around the group to a chair in the corner of the room. He was very drunk and when he jerked up from the table, his chair tilted back on two legs and practically tipped over. He swayed across the room and plopped down the chair with a disgusted look on his face. "Goddamn stupid whore," he mumbled incoherently. "She wants to give it away for nothing."

To Jane's complete amazement, the girl laughed. She turned towards the table, and slowly grinding her hips, began undoing the top buttons to the front of her dress. She moved with a smooth easy movement and Jane sensed instinctively she was a professional dancer. With a brazen sassiness, she turned her back to the fellow in the chair and approached the three men still at the table, gradually undoing the front of her dress until a wide creamy strip of flesh was apparent to her waistline. Lewd grins spread over the faces of the men at the table and, to Jane's further shock, the girl smiled confidently back almost as though she were pleased by the obscene glances the men were casting at her.

"Go on, Peggy. Just show them tits," the large red-haired man spoke for the first time. He had a strong assurance in his voice and Jane realized he must be the leader of the uncouth group of friends. Peggy obliged by slowly pulling the opened dress behind her shoulders until the large creamy orbs of her breasts popped suddenly out and were clearly exposed to the light through the sheer transparency of her flesh-covered bra.

"Now that's what I call a real piece of meat," the enormous man laughed. "Man, I'd like to suck them titties, whaddya think, Sam, ol' man?"

"Josh, you ain't goin' to suck nothin'," Sam answered uselessly from the corner. "Peggy's my woman."

"I think they'd be downright tasty," Josh ignored him, running his finger slowly over a thick bushy mustache.

Jane knew she was foolish to remain pinned to the window where she might be discovered at any moment, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In all her life, she had never seen a performance like the one going on in front of her, with the girl obscenely swinging her hips and slowly exposing the white firm mounds of her breasts to the friends of her own boyfriend, and she watched half in shock and partly out of aroused interest in the forbidden and unknown as the young woman resumed her lewdly provocative performance.

"That's it," Josh shouted. "Take the goddam thing off and get naked."

The woman flashed a grin and slowly pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, gradually exposing a delicate rib cage that seemed minute next to the lushly straining plumpness of her barely covered breasts. Then she bent gracefully and squirmed her hips in a slow, teasing undulating movement until the skimpy black dress fell softly to the floor. A hush ran through the room as the girl stood statue-like in front of the four men, dressed only in her bra and black nylon panties, displaying her pair of large upturned breasts and sensuously swelling hips with a pride that seemed almost defiant. Despite the voluptuousness of her figure, Jane noticed that the girl had long delicately curving legs whose only fullness appeared in the firm roundness of her upper thighs just below the leg bands of her skimpy panties. Her long black hair fell down in front of her tanned shoulders and cascaded over her closely-set breasts, emphasizing the delicate pinkness of her nipples that shone through the transparent material of her bra. Yes, she was stunning Jane had to admit; each line and softly curving undulation of her brazenly poised body exuded a fierce ripe sexuality that was disarming.

"Lord, you just sit down, Peggy," Sam spoke harshly from the corner. "You belong to me and nobody gets my pussy that don't pay for it."

"Ya gotta be kiddin', Sammie" Josh exclaimed. "You know we're your best friends."

"Yeah, well ya ain't that good a friends," Sam snorted and wavered a bottle to his mouth drunkenly.

"C'mon," the large man pointed to the girl. "Get on with the performance."

The girl wiped a strand of hair from her face and stared coldly across the room at Sam. Then she smiled and reached to the table, grabbing the bottle in a clenched fist.

"Sammie, I think you're outnumbered," she said, raising the bottle to her lips and taking a long gulp. As she drank she arched one hip towards the men at the table, then swung her rounded buttock toward them in an obscenely suggestive movement. Then, without any further ado, she undid the bra and slipped the panties down her legs until she stood in front of the men stark naked.

Jane gasped as she saw the girl's nakedness taking its effect on the men, their lewd grins changing abruptly to a fierce, all too obvious passion. She sensed that this was her time to leave, but oddly, she just couldn't pull herself away from the light in the window. Her fascination with the scene in the cabin was too great. There was a supple voluptuousness about the girl's body that dripped sex and nothing else, and now every inch of it was apparent, from the deeply curving cleavage of her breasts to the soft black down of her pubic mound at the base of her smoothly flattened belly.

The attitude of Sam the boyfriend had obviously also changed. Now his eyes glinted with undisguised lust as they swept over her nakedly exposed backside, and he smiled over at his friends with a look of proud possession. Jane could see that, sensing himself helplessly outnumbered by the others, he had accepted the situation, and was even enjoying their obscene appreciation of the prize that belonged to him.

"C'mon, give us a little feel," Josh suddenly sprung up from his chair, revealing the stiffly bulging erection in his pants. It had risen to almost its full height and pushed and strained against the tightly restricting material. Jane recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she seen correctly? Dear God, he was running his hand down the smooth creamy flesh of the girl's slowly undulating buttocks and everyone could see his erect cock, its blood-swollen head pushing out rigidly against his pants.

"These boys can have whatever I got," she heard the girl tease hoarsely. "Providing I like what they got."

Jane felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as uproarious laughter from the men spread throughout the room. She wanted to turn and run, but she was unable to make her legs work. She could only stand and listen, moistening her lips, her mind beginning to churn as the man quickly unzipped his fly, dropping his pants and shorts and standing beside the girl with his nakedly erect cock exposed clearly in front of him. Despite her rebelling will, her eyes riveted on the white pole standing out stiffly in the air and, unable to control her own rapidly mounting fascination, she stood mouth agape, watching the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a long moment.

The girl's voice said distinctly. "I like it. It's a lovely cock, Josh dear. So big, so hard..."

The man flinched as the coolness of the girl's fingers closed around his hotly yielding rubbery hardness.

Leave, leave! Jane's mind screamed. Don't stay and watch this lewd thing going on inside. Oh Lord, it was, filthy! But she didn't leave; she couldn't leave. She was mesmerized by what her eyes were seeing. The girl's hand tightened around the man's long thick cock and the wetness from the seminal fluid seeped from the gland on the lust-hardening tip. The man moved abruptly closer, brushing against the girl, and it smeared across the firmly quivering softness of her upper thighs. It was jerking now as though he would come at the slightest extra pressure.

"Yeah Josh, you feel just fine," the girl said, removing her hand just in time to leave his face contorted with unfulfilled passion.

"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," the young blonde man at the end of the table said and stood up.

"Okay Buck," the girl's throaty voice purred. "Let's see what you got."

The man stood forward and began stripping the clothes from his muscular young body. It took only a moment before his pants dropped to the floor and his long thick cock stood out rigid beneath the blonde curling hair on his stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He stroked the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulging blue veins that ran down from the hard bulbous head. The girl's hand reached forward as Jane gazed in the window, her mouth gaping in disbelief. She knew that watching a woman toy with the lewdly pulsating member of a man was depraved and lewd and wicked; but she couldn't turn away. She felt strange, as though she were no longer part of herself, but was standing outside of herself watching her own actions as a completely another, completely different person.

Jane's attention quivered back to reality as Sammie pulled himself up and swayed drunkenly before the front of his chair in the corner of the room with an expression of building lust on his face, as though the thought of his woman touching his friends' erect cocks was exciting him--her amorality this night so much more terrible than the paid pickups of hers that he was accustomed to--that all his former anger had totally disappeared. His eyes enlarged at the sight of her hands firmly gripping the two long pulsating shafts, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskins back until the blunt throbbing heads jerked up like two serpent-like monsters slithering erratically out of their lairs. He gazed in a mindless daze for a moment longer at her tightly squeezing hands, watching her stroke the two men into a rigidity that threatened to explode into hotly streaming spurts at any moment. Then he swayed back, seeming to consider it. His mouth watered and he looked down at the bulge of his own member, straining like an over-ripe banana against his pants. He looked as though he wished they'd get it over with so that he could goad his own hardness into her pussy and fuck her good right in front of the rest of them.

"Hey, Peggy, ya want to see what I got?" his voice shot across the room. "Don't forget about your old man now."

"Honey, I already know what you got," Peggy turned her head and laughed over her shoulder at the quickly enlarging circle of excitement moistening his pants.

The girl's large firm breasts swayed lewdly out to the sides as she moved, and Jane had to gasp at the beauty of the girl in profile, her head slanted back towards her lover and her black hair spilling softly down her back. The resilient white mounds of her breasts settled and protruded firmly out from her chest like two ripe succulent cantaloupes. The large aureoles that surrounded her nipples were of a dusky pink color and the pointed erectness of the center buds evidenced her own arousal at being the center of attention among the dour men. Her buttocks were wide and full, but the smoothly outlining curve of that fullness was firm and high, adding to the illusion of animal strength underneath all that ripe sensuality. Her belly flowed with remarkable flatness down to her groin that flowered out suddenly in a sparse, soft-looking pubic triangle. Yes, the girl was enjoying her part in the revelry, Jane realized with a sinking feeling of disgust, as she glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She opened them a little more, a sly teasing grin forming on her salaciously pouting lips, and Jane realized that she was putting on this exhibition purposely. Everyone could see that she was excited; the first tiny droplets of moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in her tight, narrow little cuntal slit and matting down a few damply curling pubic tendrils as she exposed herself lewdly and teasingly to them.

"And you like what I got, ain't that correct?" her boyfriend went on, a pleased drunken smile crossing his face.

"You're not so bad," she said teasingly, but with a meaningful look of appreciation at the bulge in his pants that softened the sarcasm of her message.

"I ain't getting nothin'," the third and younger man at the table spoke finally. "I'm always getting left out."

Jane shivered in repulsion as she looked closely at the man for the first time. He had sat so silently and devoid of expression that she had almost forgotten his presence. But now his tall bony young body and long slack-lipped face sent chills of distaste down her spine. The center of his shirt was damp with sweat and his mouth gaped open as though he were demented.

"Ya, take it out," the large man laughed. "But she ain't even gonna get her hand around it."

"Sh-she can try," he stuttered in excitement, saliva rolling unnoticed from the edges of his mouth as he clumsily undid his belt buckle. "Sh-sh-she can touch me. I wanta get some p-p-pussy too."

Jane's eyes bulged wide in disbelief as the tall scrawny looking young man stood and let his pants drop to his ankles, then dropped back to the chair on his bony buttocks. She stared at the cock skeptically--it just couldn't be true! She stared at him sitting there, his giant virile, young cock rearing out from his puny belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his legs. It must have been at least ten inches long and two wide... maybe more, and the two monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the appearance of a huge field piece ready to roar into wildly belching flames of action.

Jane felt a tremor of tension sweep through the room. The circle of faces strained, leering and gaping until their eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets in their effort to get a bird's eye view of the marvel of nature before them. The gigantic cock reeked of bestiality and jutted out from his belly like the raw throbbing weapon of a young pony, adding an animal-like tension to the already depraved proceedings. The prostitute-girlfriend, her black eyes flashing in awe, trembled slightly when she approached the man. Then she wavered hesitantly for a moment as she stood naked in front of him, regarding him with a confused look that showed she didn't believe he was human. Slowly, a lewd grin swept over her face. Then she lowered her hand tentatively and pushed it down the monstrous thickness of his inhuman-looking rod. It was true--her fingers couldn't quite stretch around--but with an obscene smile she began to stroke and then to massage it, running her tongue unconsciously over her lips as her eyes focussed on the smoothly slithering foreskin that formed slight ridges between the fingers of her hand. Then she slipped her hand to his balls and cradled their immense softness in her palm, her mouth hanging open in rapture. The demented looking man groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his huge testicles.

"L-let me fuck her. P-please, S-Sammie," he blubbered in a near whining stupor.

Sammie's body tensed and his arms flung out ferociously into the air. "Ain't nobody goin' to fuck her but me. I already told you guys--that's my woman."

Silas' features fell in a look of utter dismay as the girl released her grip on his penis and stepped back from the chair. She shrugged her long hair down her back, a faint smile playing on her lips, and seemed to regard the group with a sweeping look of arrogant amusement. She laughed a low throaty puff, an evil sound. "I know what I want to do," she said distinctly. "I want to lick and suck on some real, good tastin' cock."

She laughed seductively through their stunned silence and then her black flashing eyes settled on Josh who sat at the center of the table of men. She moved cat-like across the room, her tight young curves rippling faintly, until she stood in front of his chair with a hungry devouring-like expression rapidly growing on her face. Her pink tongue wetted her lips in an unconscious greedy gesture reminiscent of a hungry calf about to feed from a mother cow. Her eyes focussed on the quickly stiffening hardness before her as she settled herself on the floor between his spread legs. There was a look of bliss on her face that indicated she planned to enjoy every moment of what she was going to do to him. "Cock, I've got to have some cock," she grinned at him with sparkling eyes; then she lowered her head until her face was directly above his thick throbbing instrument, her full curving buttocks upraised obscenely behind her.

Josh grunted aloud as her fingernails scratched lightly over his rigidly stiffening penis. She began to stroke and massage it, then her hands slipped down to cradle the velvety softness of his testicles. He groaned again and thrust his loins upward as her hands returned to stroke the thick heavy shaft between them. Finally, she lowered her head and her open lips slid down lasciviously over the moist rubbery thickness of the blood- inflated head. She pulled her face forward, sliding the warmly moistening flesh of her saliva filled mouth slowly down over his hotly throbbing member. Her lips began to nibble gently and her cheeks hollowed inward as they tightly clasped around the long white column protruding into her mouth.

Jane could see the change in the face of the man sitting under the kneeling girl as he felt the first moist suction begin around his rapidly growing member. His eyes bulged down as he watched his rod slowly sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins lifting and jerking upward until she absorbed almost the full length of it deep into her throat; then he settled back on the outstroke the pink flesh of her lips pulled out grotesquely as she sucked voraciously on the thick head; then it throbbed and jerked as she gave it a nerve-tingling lick with her wetly swirling tongue. She plunged forward and his eyes shot crazily down to the provocative curves of her breasts as he felt them jerk and dance against his legs from the up and down movement of her slowly pumping torso.