Hot Sand: Kooter's Beach - Group Sex
A hunting camp hires a married woman for a gangbang.
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The old flip phone rang with a pleasing chime. From its tiny, tinny speaker, a female voice, sounding timid and uneasy, asked, "Hi, is this Kooter?"
"Yup, you got him."
"Hi, Kooter, my name's Laura. Trixy gave me your number."
"Trixy did? Oh, wow. Hi Laura."
"Are you still looking for a gang-bang girl?"
"Yeah, we are. Always looking. Trixy told you about it?"
"Yup. She said you guys were nice to her." And generous, too, Laura wanted to add. "So, I know a little about it. It's a camp for hunting, fishing, getting in trouble away from all the wives and girlfriends, right?"
"Yup," Kooter said. "But this time of year it's just fishing and target practice and stuff. There's a pond to swim in, to get cleaned up. For twenty years now we've been carrying bags of sand in there every time we go. The guys call it Kooter's Beach, because it was my idea I guess."
"So it's way out in the sticks, huh?"
"Yup. You won't need to hoof it, though. Unless you got a Jeep or a serious truck, we got a four-wheeler to run you in on, you and whatever stuff you want to bring. Trixy kinda liked it, I think."
Laura chuckled. "Yeah, she would. She's a redneck at heart. I tell you what, if she hadn't liked you guys so much there's no way I'd do a thing like this. But yeah, she really had a good time. I'd...kinda like to have one too."
"I'm getting the feeling this might be your first time doing something like this."
"Yeah, you're right," Laura said. "Same with Trixy, I'm pretty sure. Did she tell you that?"
"Nah, she didn't fill us in on her past sex life or nothin'. We knew she wanted to have some fun, wanted to get a little crazy I guess, but we didn't get into all the details. We're not a questioning bunch."
Laura chuckled. "A little crazy? She told me there was, like, twelve of you guys."
"Yeah, that night was pretty fun. No telling what it'll be like this time, though. Could be four, could be twelve. I'm pretty sure the guys will turn out for another one of those kind of nights. Everybody's been tossing money into the jar to make it happen. Just the idea of it's turned into something kinda special."
"So will it be the same guys? As with her? If there's a bunch of new bad boys I might not be interested. I'm really only doing this because she said you guys were so nice, and fun."
"No, yeah, we're all the same. She met every one of us."
"Even...the guy with the huge dick? Is he still there? She told me there was...a crazy big one."
"Ralphy? Yeah, I'll tell him you asked for him special. That'll make him happy. Trixy was real nice to him. He's a real shy one, lives up north of here a ways, in a cabin not much fancier than our camp. She ever go up and see him up there afterwards? Wouldn't surprise me if she did, but I wouldn't say nothin' about it."
"She never mentioned it," Laura said, "but, yeah, she's got, like, a life here in the suburbs, not far from me, so...maybe...I don't know. It's none of our business I guess."
"Yup, you got that right. Like I said, we're not a questioning bunch," Kooter said. "Ha!" he chuckled. "I do have to ask you some questions, though. Is that all right?"
"Sure. Hit me."
"You don't have any of them sexual disease things, do ya? You all clean?"
"Yeah, I'm clean," Laura said. "I'm not out fuckin' around like some people, so..."
"I hate to ask you this one, but...are you clean clean? A friend of mine said they hired a girl for this kind of thing at their camp and...he said they was pretty sure she hadn't taken a bath or a shower in a fucking month."
Laura chuckled. "I'm clean. I promise to shower right before I leave home."
"So yeah, you sound good," Kooter said. "I like your voice. Can you send me a picture or two? It don't have be nude or nothin', just something from not too long ago, what you look like now. I promise I'll delete it right away if you want."
"Wow, so you're the gatekeeper, huh Kooter? You got good taste in girls?"
"The gatekeeper! I like that. So what do you think, Laura? You serious about giving this a shot?"
"Yeah, I mean...Trixy loved it."
"Hey, that makes me happy," Kooter said. "The fact that she did, and...something I hear in your voice. I like you already, Laura."
Laura, smiling, said, "You're not so bad yourself. Yeah, I'm serious about this. I guess maybe I'm the bad girl that I always wondered about."
"The pay's the same as when Trix was here. At least a thousand bucks, plenty of food, plenty of beer and booze, a comfortable bed to sleep on till morning. If you look as good as you sound I'll guarantee you there'll be at least five or six guys here. Hell, who am I kidding, it'll probably be a full house again. We're all still talking about how good it was last time."
"Oh, wow. I guess I better bring my 'A' game, huh?"
"Feel free to go wild, Laura," Kooter said. "Feel free."
—
Just ten minutes later Kooter received a text, a crudely cropped picture of Laura in a bathing suit, a one-piece with a cleavage baring V-neck and openings on the sides, showing her bosomy, straight-sided, not-quite-an-hourglass figure. She wrote: "Sorry about the cut-up picture but my kid's in it. My other kid took it. Mom the bathing beauty LOL. I do have cesarean scars and some stretch marks. Hope that doesn't matter to you guys. I liked your voice too Kooter. I hope we can do this."
Kooter texted back: "No need to worry about anything darlin' Laura. You are our kind of girl. This Saturday good for you?"
—
Three miles away from her destination—just a few minutes at the speed she was driving on the deserted, narrow, back-country road—Laura looked at the wedding ring on her finger as she gripped the steering wheel. It crossed her mind to take the ring off, but it felt like more fun, in an odd kind of way, to leave it on, wearing it like a slut's badge of honor. She wondered if Kooter was married, and she figured the guy with the huge cock, Ralphy, probably wasn't, not if he lives like a hermit in a cabin somewhere.
Laura hit the brakes so hard her tires squealed when she saw the landmark Kooter had mentioned — a massively thick pine tree trunk with a white circle painted on it. The surrounding area was just like he had described in one of his text messages: a whole lot of nothing and then that noticeably big-ass tree. She pulled off the road, onto the sandy dirt that was speckled with wispy grass and spindly weeds, and she saw him, Kooter, a wispy spindly thing himself, his graying slicked back hair receding, his face scruffy with two or three days growth, his faded t-shirt emblazoned with an '88' logo and a race car. He sat on a muddy four wheeler, one hand waving, the other holding a can of beer. A rutted Jeep trail disappeared into the woods behind him, passing between rough-hewn wooden posts that held a swung-open gate made of crudely welded rusting plumber's pipe.
"Hi. Are you Kooter?"
"It's real nice to meet you Laura."
Laura smiled bashfully, her jitters making her feel like a twelve-year-old. "It's nice to meet you too. I hope you don't mind if I'm nervous. Was Trixy, or am I just a wuss?"
"Hell no, I don't mind," Kooter said. "Yeah, Trix was nervous. She started to relax after a couple drinks. She likes the moonshine, that girl."
"Oh, wow. Yeah, I might have one of those."
Kooter watched as Laura locked her car, its beeps and light flashes the most modern, civilized thing for miles around. Laura looked a little bit modern and civilized herself, more so than a woman would if she were a member of the camp, though 'No women members' was pretty much the mantra of most North Woods camps like the one owned by Kooter and his friends. Laura's whole outfit looked less than lumberjack — tight, stretchy bluejeans that were fancier than plain Levi's; a short-sleeve gingham shirt fit for a church picnic; and city-style hiking boots that would never hold up in the real woods. With an oversized handbag slung over her shoulder, she threw a leg over Kooter's four wheeler and nestled in behind him, noticing a strong smell of beer on his breath even well before sundown.
"How far in is it?" Laura asked.
"Oh, a good half-mile or so. It gets a little rough. You'll be needin' to hang on, to me or them handles there."
Laura wrapped her arms around Kooter, his thin frame equal parts ribcage and beerbelly; not a big belly, but enough to show he didn't care for the gym. The sensation was odd for Laura — apart from her anxiety over what she was getting into, Kooter was the first 'other man' she'd had her arms around in fifteen years or so.
Mud spattered Laura's boots and the lower half of her jeans as Kooter drove with some speed through ruts and wet spots. The trail is an eroded mess of truck and Jeep tracks, the mud silty and smooth in some places and crusty in others. Up over the rise it's drier, and Kooter picked up speed. Laura got the feeling he was in a hurry, and thinking that she was the reason for his impatience gave her the shivery goosebumps. What she was about to do was flat-out crazy, she knew it, but it excited her in a new and different way than anything had in a long while. A gang bang with rough and ready men had long been a secret fantasy of hers, pretty much all through her adult life. But fantasies are just that, fantasies, and her real life had been much more boring — a reasonable amount of basic sex, then marriage, then kids. The chance for making any of her porn-worthy slut fantasies real was over, she thought, until Trixy started bending her ear, slowly and carefully at first. It was a shock, in more ways than one, hearing what Trixy had done, but it didn't take long for Laura to get an inkling of the possibilities. Shock and desire co-mingled for a while, a difficult week that was as confusing as anything Laura had faced in her married years. Surprising herself, she let fantasy and desire win out over common sense, the noise of the four-wheeler and the breath of a beer-drinking near stranger letting her know she was right there, in deep.
"We're down in this valley here," Kooter said, yelling the words over the sound of the four wheeler's loud engine, its muffler long ago rusted to dust.
With trees whizzing by, Laura looked over Kooter's shoulder and saw it, the rusty metal roof of the camp. She'd tried to conjure the place in her mind many times, but this was different than she'd imagined, the woods older, the trees more towering, the camp bigger and much more rustic. From a distance it looked slapped together with left-over bits and pieces, scrap metal and scrap wood. She could smell the woodsmoke that was rising from a chimney, its milky transparent veil adding mystery to the valley's still air. The forest smelled different, too, pungent with the earthy scents of mosses, fungi and rotting deadwood. Kooter's four wheeler was relentless in its quest for home, the rough-riding noisy thing breaking free of the shade of deep forest, into a clearing. A crystal blue pond glinted sunlight, the camp looked even more like a tramp's cobbled together shelter, and the men were there, waiting. Laura's heart raced when she saw them, close to a dozen, she guessed. Kooter rolled to a stop sooner than she wished he would. A slower approach would have given her time to gather her wildly spinning thoughts, but it was what it was, and she was there, out in the wilds, and the men were circling.
Laura knew it was time. Acting shy wouldn't do. In her fantasies she was a different kind of girl, fearless and forward, not like her normal self, so she gave it a go. "Hi boys," she said, thinking about a nice tit-forward posture when she got off the four wheeler. "Is this where a girl comes to get the shit fucked out of her?"
"You got that right," a man said.
"I'm Laura, you guys. I hope I look good to you, cause you sure look good to me."
The bolder men moved in closer for a getting-to-know-you chat, and the quieter types talked quietly among themselves, drinking their beers, keeping their eyes on her.
Soon Laura was being shown around — the small sandy beach Kooter had spoke of; the rustic log-built pavilion at the pond's edge; the woodshed; a narrow cut through tall grass that they call the gun range; and the front porch of the camp, scattered with a dozen mismatched chairs and a card-game-sized table made of unfinished graying plywood, its layers peeling at the edges due to weather. Way off beyond, at the far end of the gun range, stood bullet-ridden animals — a sorry-looking plastic deer and a homemade plywood black bear.
As Laura sipped clear moonshine, chasing it with beer, she got to know the men. Three of them, including Kooter, were sixty or so; four or five were middle aged like Laura; and four were in their young to older twenties. Family ties were scattered here and there — a father/son pair, an uncle/nephew pair, and two brother's-in-law. Only four weren't country folk, those few coming from the urban reaches of the nearest small city, where Laura hailed from. Those four, and quite a few of the others, are construction workers with blue-collar in their voices.
Jim and his brother-in-law Mick were two of them, one a carpenter and one a heating and air-conditioning man. They both hung off on their own, keeping their eyes on Laura. Her eyes found theirs often, too, her looks at them sometimes nothing but horny and sometimes nervous. Two others also kept their distance — Ralphy and another, younger guy. Laura couldn't help but look Ralphy over, remembering all the things Trixy had told her about his strength and his over-sized cock.
Some of the more forward men struck Laura as the kind she wouldn't want to be married to, what with the devil in their eyes and no shame about showing it. She could imagine them hanging around stripper bars, fucking around on their girlfriends and wives. They were just the kind of men who populated her fantasies — bad boys and roughnecks, blue collar to the bone, half-drunk and horny. The fact that the ground around the camp was stained with deer blood, and littered with spent shotgun shells and empty beer cans, just made it all the better. This was pure fantasy she'd let herself into, and yet it was flesh and blood. Gritty, dirty and real. "Who gets to take my clothes off?" she said. "All you guys?"
Laura let her inner slut out, in a pure and easy way, reaching for crotches, feeling the hard growth, letting cock after cock out from their zipped-up hiding places. Her shirt was taken off of her, fast, her bra tossed on the porch table.
"Nice tits," and "Damn nice," and "Big enough to fuck," were some of the comments from those devilish-looking outspoken men.
"Yeah they are," Laura said, her shallow breath giving away her excitement. Her hands went there, to her tits, holding the weight of them, making her cleavage move with a soft jiggle. "You doin' it? Put your cock in there, baby."
Down on her knees she watched as the hard cock went there, to the warm chasm of her soft cleavage. She squeezed her tits around the manly shaft, feeling the hard heat of it, smelling the sweat of it, letting spit drop from her mouth to lube the man's tit fuck.
Two hard cocks appeared either side of her. While her tits were fucked she sucked the brash newcomers—one, and then the other, and then back, her hungry mouth starting to drool. Behind her, the tallest man grabbed her head, tipped it back as far as it would go, close to painful, and he tea-bagged her open mouth, first with his low-hanging balls and then with his cock, forcing it into Laura's mouth at an awkward angle. Her moans, loud and guttural, mingled with the men's animal utterances.
After she sucked some more of the cocks, and fucked another with her tits, Scott, the most bear-like of the men, picked Laura up, carrying her inside to the nearest bunk. The others followed. She started the unzipping of his dirty bluejeans, but let him finish, her own hands busy stripping off her shoes, jeans and panties. Naked in a breathless hurry, with her little white socks still on, Laura posed herself doggy style on the mattress, in front of all the wild men's eyes, and the bear of a man fucked her. It happened with no words. Laura certainly didn't know what to say, and didn't want to speak, and the others watched, amazed it seemed, some with their cock in their stroking hand, some stripping off clothes.
"Ohhh fuck! " Laura yelped, as the deep-fucking man gave her a good helping of his pent-up energy. Other men followed his lead, her pussy suddenly emptied of hard flesh and then full of it again, a different feel, a different heat, a different man. She looked back at them over her shoulder to try and keep track of things, but her crazed horny mind didn't want to be organized, just wanted to be fucked.
There were cocks in front of her now, too, wanting her mouth and her hands. Laura took care of them all as best she could, moaning happy sounds and occasionally crying out when the fucking was beautifully different or forceful. Still she looked around, wanting to know who, and where, and when.
Kooter was there, in her mouth at first, praising her, with his hands holding her head. And then another man, and another, and Kooter was behind her, making his own happy grunts as his nice hard cock fucked her pussy deeply.
The two quietest men double-teamed her, Jim in her mouth, her eyes looking up at him in a wondrous way, his brother-in-law Mick fucking her from behind, sensuously slowly. Whimpering cries floating from Laura's mouth gave away the thrilling feel of this nice slow fucking. "You're big," she said, happily, her eyes looking over her shoulder at Mick for a thrilling moment or two. He nodded, smiling in a mystical way, his hands firmly on Laura's ass, his cock slowly massaging the deepest g-spot inside her. That's when she came, with Mick deep inside her, Jim in her mouth, and some of the other men's hands fondling her hanging tits from both sides. A powerful orgasm, it burned through her like tingling fire, thighs trembling, pussy muscles contracting on the big cock that was fucking. Mick lost his happy mind, pulling his cum-spurting cock out of Laura's orgasming pussy, splattering his warm seed all over the back of her.
Then another man was in, then another, the energy rising, the fucking harder. "Yeah, give it to me!" Laura commanded through gritted teeth. "Fuckin' fuck me!"
One man flipped her onto her back, pressing her folded knees to her armpits. With her hands she held her legs that way, her pussy open to the world as never before, and she watched cock after cock enter it, each one feeling new. Ralphy was next, his cock the biggest she'd ever taken, the biggest she'd ever seen in the flesh. Being on her back was perfect, the perfect way, so she could watch this monstrous cock cleave her, watch it begin it's porn-worthy fucking.
"Holy fuck," one of the men said. "Jesus, girl, what's that feel like?"
"More," Laura huffed, watching the slow entry. "Fuck yeah, give me more."
With Ralphy all in, giving her every bit, fucking her smoothly, Laura was flying, eyes fluttering, mouth whimpering. "Oh, yeah!" she said. "That's it!...Don't stop!...Don't stop!"
"Make her cum, Ralphy. She's fuckin' hot and ready."
"Yeah, Ralphy, do it," another said. "Tickle her little clitty. She's fuckin' losin' it."
Ralphy tickled her clit with his big rough thumb, and Laura lost it. Looking up at the spinning blur of watching men, holding her knees wide near her shoulders, she let the big orgasm free. With her pussy squirting all over Ralphy's fucking cock, her mind spun in a hallucinatory way, and then a dizzy way, and then she went limp, her hands slipping off her knees, her body trembling, shuddering. Ralphy's hard steady fucking kept her orgasm there, until she couldn't remember.
-
"Want a drink? I got your moonshine, and a water. Take your pick."
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It was Mick speaking, and Laura smiled at him, shyly. "Thanks."
"You passed out on us. You okay?" he said.
"Did I?" Laura said, reaching for both the drinks.
"Ralphy made you cum wicked hard, darlin' Laura," Kooter said. "It's all good, right? We liked watchin' it."
"Yeah?" Laura said, smirking. "Do I dare ask what you all did to me while I was out?"
"It was just a few seconds. Half a minute maybe," Mick said.
"You all right?" asked Jim, moving in close, with a quiet bed-side manner, taking a good look at Laura's eyes.
"I'm better than all right," she said, smirking embarrassedly, downing a shot of 'shine and then a gulp of water. "A fuckin' pass-out orgasm? Am I a total slut if I want more of that?"
"You fuckin' squirted, all over Kooter's bunk," Jim said.
"No way! I've never...done that."
"Fuckin' hot," one of the guys said, and some of the others chimed in:
"I never seen it before."
"Just like them porn girls."
"Fuckin' better."
"You got that right."
"Well if all you guys are so turned on by it, how come your dicks are all getting soft?" Laura, still dazed and pleasantly confused, smiled like the devil at the happy looking men. "Scotty, get naked and get down on the floor. I wanna ride that big fucking hairy body."
Scott smiled, his big bear-like self quickly down on his back on the dirty plywood floor. The others watched as Laura mounted him sixty-nine style, some of them speaking their opinions:
"Damn, girl, you look good like that."
"Fuckin' nice ass."
"Yeah it is."
"Eat her, Scott. Make her all twitchy again."
"I wish my girl'd get twitchy."
"You and me both."
Laura moaned at all the attention, her mouth thoroughly full of Scott's cock. Her hips moved with the rhythm she liked, dragging her wet pussy across his hungry mouth. "Oh, yeah, baby," she moaned. "Fuck that feels good."
As she mouthed his cock some more, Laura let her eyes look around at the men she could see. Most were hardened up again, stroking themselves, their eyes and faces lusty. She reached for one of the bad boys of the group, pulling him to his knees, taking his cock into her mouth. After some energetic cock sucking she groaned a happy groan. "Fuck, Scotty, you're eatin' me good. You mind if somebody fucks me in the ass while you're down there?"
"Fuck no," Scott mumbled into her pinkest flesh. "Do whatcha gotta do." Digging back into her pussy with his mouth, he moaned.
Laura reached for Mick. "I like that you care about me, bringing me drinks and stuff. Wanna fuck me in the ass?"
Mick smiled.
"Take your shirt off," she said. "I wanna see you naked."
Watching Mick with wide eyes, moaning from the feel of Scott's mouth on her pussy, she sent one of the others to her handbag for a tube of lube. "I bought it special," she said, the bad boy's cock out of her mouth now, just for a moment. "Nobody's ever been in my ass before."
"Ohhh Shiit!" said one of the men, and some of the others voiced their approval:
"She's a fuckin' anal virgin!"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Fuckin' Laura's goin' for it!"
"This is fuckin' hot."
"Better'n porn!"
"You got that right."
Mick and Laura smiled at each other, him fully naked, her eyes and face happy to see him that way. "Turn around. Show me your ass," she said.
"Ohh! She's in fuckin' charge now!"
"This is fuckin' hot."
"Yeah it is."
"You got a fuckin' body on you," she said to Mick, her eyes darkly horny, her tongue still licking the bad boy's cock. "Now lube me up and stick that pretty dick in me. You three boys are gonna make me cum again, so fuckin' hard."
Mick went to his knees back behind Laura's ass, his face looking a bit in awe of the way it was all spread open above Scott's hungry eating. This was raw sex, pure and simple, and Mick's cock was rock hard from the sight, sound and smell of it. The tube of lube was given to him, he opened it and squeezed some right where it needed to be, the coolish sensation of it on her asshole making Laura moan.
Mick's finger spread the slippery stuff on Laura's virgin place, right there by Scott's nose, and Scott adjusted himself down under a bit more, to make some room.
Mick nestled himself in close, carefully avoiding Scott as best he could, and pressed his super-hard cock into the crazy tightness of Laura's well-lubed ass.
"Oh, fuck, Mick! Oh my God. Oh my Goddd! " Laura seemed barely able to huff out the breathless words as his cock began its quest to go even deeper. After the new sensations stabilized a bit, she said, "You're not getting away with this shit as much as you think you are. Janine's gonna be next, you know. I already talked to her about it."
"No fuckin' way!" Mick said, his cock thrusting slowly in Laura's ass, his eyes wide from the sensations and the craziness of what was happening and what was just said.
"Yes fuckin' way," Laura huffed. The feel of a big cock fucking so deeply in her ass made her gasp for breath. "You know how this shit works ...Scotty's wife Trixy ...and now me ...and one of you other guys' wives after that. My little sister, your horny wife, she's...oh, ssshit that feels good! ...she's the logical next one, right?"
"What the fuck, Laura," said Mick, his voice whimpering, his head thrown back in bliss from the way her tight little sphincter squeezed him.
The other guys chimed in with their thoughts again:
"Yeah, sisters!"
"Fuck yeah."
"This is so fuckin' hot."
"You guys got some crazy fuckin' wives."
"Where do I meet a girl like them?"
Laura, barely able to speak during the dual assault of ass fucking and pussy eating, said to her husband, "What do you think, Jim? ...You get to fuck my little sister next time. Don't tell me you haven't always wanted to."
"Yeah, Laura, but...what the fuck?" Jim said. "When did you get Janine hooked into this?"
"You didn't think I was...gonna fuck her husband...without asking her...did you? Oh, fffuck, Mick!...God you're deep! ...Do it!...Do it!"
As Mick gave her ass an anal pounding, Laura mashed her pussy hard against Scott's mouth. She stuffed her mouth with bad-boy cock and let a massive orgasm rise up and rip through her, a stunning new kind of pleasure that was wilder than wild, turning her shuddering body into nothing but electrified magic. Mick came again, not on her back this time but deep in her ass, the forbidden place where a brother-in-law's cock, or any cock for that matter, isn't supposed to be.
It kicked off of a second round of gang-banging that was more wild and dirty than anything Laura had imagined. She let the men lash her to the table on the porch as darkness fell, her naked body bent over it, ankles tied to the table legs near the floor, wrists secured to the top of the legs on the other side. Her pussy and ass were violated over and over, by drunker and drunker men. Rough, aggressive hands made her squirt, twice, her gruffer and gruffer voice growling for more.
Cut loose by the biggest, sharpest hunting knife she'd ever seen, she was carried inside and tied up again, to the bed, face up and spread eagle, her tits there to be played with, and she was fucked missionary style by most everybody, her endless hunger shown in her lifted head, passionately kissing every last man, tasting in their redneck mouths the moonshine, the beer, the cigarettes. She didn't cum that way, not the wild, numerous ways she had outside, but it amazed her and thrilled her to be fucked on her back, good old missionary style, with kissing, her pleasure receptors sensing and collating the feel of each and every cock, filing away the memories of the scent and taste of twelve different men.
Untied again, in the late night dark, with some food in her belly and too much 'shine in her veins, Laura craved more, this time the heady pleasures of double penetration. Some of the men took her slowly, themselves overwhelmed by the sensations, and some took her like animals, rough and wild, howling and hollering while Laura screamed. With a cock in her mouth, she was fully there again, fully full, a man in each hole and two more in her hands. Another big orgasm hit her and her wild banshee scream leaked out around the drool-wet cock that stuffed her mouth, her body writhing from the all-out attack. It was her husband, Jim, in her pussy this time, and the baddest of the bad boys thrusting hard like a jackhammer in her ass.
There was rest after that, Laura sticking close to Jim, arm around him most of the time. Most of the men were partially clothed, but Laura reveled in being nude with them, wandering around with their eyes on her, her body exhausted, orgasmicaly drained. She felt like a queen, though certainly the oddest kind. A rag-tag bunch of rednecks, and she'd had them all. Tasted their cum, smeared it into her skin, had their cocks all over and inside of every part of her. Her brother-in-law Mick was her proudest conquest, and she knew that later that summer her sister would feel the same way about Jim. Way back in the past she and Janine were slut sisters at heart, and now, in middle age, they'd be them again.
Ralphy was a momentous piece of the puzzle, too. Finally in her life, she could say she'd had a truly huge cock. It was as good as she'd hoped, the feeling of overstuffed fullness triggering all her g-spots, including ones she didn't know she had. She took him easily, with no pain, and the orgasms with him were almost all awesomely squirty.
Her squirting made a mess of the porch floor and Kooter's bunk. It surprised Jim — he'd never seen her do it before because there'd only been one time before, back before they'd met, a quick fling Laura had with a handsome man at a dance club. With her sister egging her on, Laura had dragged him to the ladies room where his aggressive fingers made her squirt, soaking the arm of his shirt and the leg of his pants. "Sorry, I...I've never done that before," Laura said, embarrassedly giggling from the surprise of the quick, wicked orgasm. The man left, unhappy, and was nowhere to be seen when Laura rejoined Janine out on the dance floor.
There at the hunting camp the squirting had come from the depths of the powerful fantasy fueled orgasms, mind-melting releases that felt to Laura like they came from the deepest part of her soul. Sex has never been like this, she kept thinking, whenever her mind was able to think clearly at all.
—
The morning dawned clear in the deep-woods valley, the pond rippled by a barely-there breeze. The scent and the faint fog of woodsmoke thickened Laura's lungs and reddened her already red eyes. All the men's eyes were just as bloodshot; a rag-tag bunch of rednecks, hungover, half asleep and half dressed; a sorry sight indeed. Laura didn't mind, though. She stayed naked, walking out to the outhouse, strolling the white sand of Kooter's beach, then helping with the cooking, a huge quantity of good smelling bacon and eggs. Some of the men wore their underwear, others had jeans on, their chests bare. Laura liked it all, and she loved being naked with them.
"So, me and Trixy, and...who else?" Laura asked, out in the fresh air on the porch. "I guess I don't get to be jealous anymore."
"You're the only two...so far," Jim said, with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"You bastard," Laura said, half kidding. "Fuckin' hunting camp. I never should have let you join this thing." Laura's sparkling eyes and smirking smile said differently. "You guys better not hire some skank off the street someday. I'll be pissed."
"Well, there's six more wives," Kooter said.
"Yeah," Laura said, "but you better not count on 'em all. This shit is out there...in crazy land. The odds are against too many more crazy wives like me and Trixy, and Janine.
"She's crazy all right," Trixy's husband Scott said. "It was her idea to play it like she didn't know us. Sure made it fun, though. We were glad when you wanted to sorta do it that way, too."
"Well," Laura said, "it helps that neither of us had met hardly any of you guys, and never seen this place. Once I got my mind into this whole thing it was easy to just pretend. Doing something so out there like a gangbang is different enough anyway. Pretending you're all strangers was easy."
"Here's your money, sweet Laura," Kooter said, handing her a rubberbanded wad of cash "Whatcha buyin' with it?"
"Shoes, and a bag I saw at that Sak's discount place at the mall."
"You better save a little to buy me a new fishing pole for my birthday, for letting you do this," Jim said, smirking.
"You let me do it? I think you got that fucked up, Jim. Trixy was first, remember? You cheated your ass off."
"Well...yeah, I guess," Jim said.
"Ohhh!" Kooter's old friend Richard said. "Pussy whipped! By a sweet little pussy!"
Laura smirked, her horny eyes glinting. "She told me all you guys fucked her again in the morning. So...we gonna get this party started again, or what? This crazy dream of mine isn't over yet, is it?"
"You gotta pick up the kids at your mom's, hun," Jim said.
"Fuck that," Laura said. "You pick 'em up. I'll catch up with you later."
"Yeah, like I'm leaving you here with these assholes," Jim said. "Where do you want it, in your ass again?"
"Fuck yeah," Laura said, smiling at all twelve of her redneck men. "Ass, pussy, mouth...everywhere. It's really nice out here — can we bring a blanket out on Kooter's beach and do it there?"
White clouds floated across a pale blue sky, and rednecks felt like howling.
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