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Hunting Party by S J Lewis Ebook ordering Image courtesy of Powershotz www.powershotz.com

       “What we’re gonna do now, Barbie,” Stan said, using the nickname they’d given the pretty coed Susan, “is strip you down naked so we can get a good, long look at you. Understand?”

       She nodded. It was a jerky, nervous gesture. Stan nodded towards me and I went behind her again, reaching around to find her belt buckle. I unbuckled it, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, taking care not to move too quickly. You do that and it spooks them sometimes. Do it slowly, and right, and it can get them a little excited. I began pulling her jeans down. They fit her snugly. It wasn’t easy, but they dragged her panties down along with them. When I’d worked them all the way down to her ankles she stepped out of them without having to be told to.

       We all stepped back away from her to get a look. The firelight picked out highlights on her bare flesh. She was gorgeous. She didn’t quite have an hourglass figure but it wasn’t far from it. Her legs were long and strong, her thighs nicely rounded with taut muscle under the thin padding of fat. It looked like she was a real blonde as well. The tuft of tawny hairs between her legs looked as soft and as fine as the hair on her head. She kept that tuft neatly trimmed. We made her turn around for us, slowly, and didn’t see any piercings or tattoos anywhere. She started to slouch over, as if to cover or protect herself, then tossed her head, almost defiantly, and stood erect, looking at us. The look on her face seemed to say: ‘Now that you’ve got me like this, what do you think you’re going to do to me?’

       “You are just beautiful, Barbie,” Stan shook his head, smiling.

       “I guess you all plan to fuck me now?” The way she said it, it wasn’t a question.

       “In a little bit, darlin’,” Stan nodded. He reached out one arm. “C’mon over here and set yourself down on your sleepin’ bag, hey?”

       She hesitated for a moment before she started walking over. Stan took her by her arm and guided her over to the right bag. “That’s it,” he said encouragingly. “Just sit down, now. Let me brush that sand off of your pretty little feet, hey?”

       She let him do that. She kept looking up at each of us in turn. She was probably wondering which one of us would go first, and how rough we might be. I could understand that she was probably very nervous right now, considering her situation.

       “That’s it, darlin’,” Stan said quietly as he knelt down behind her. “That’s it. Nothin’ to worry about. Here, lean back on me, girl.” He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her back towards him. She didn’t resist, but her eyes looked huge now.

       “That’s it,” Stan crooned into her ear. His free hand slid around to fondle her breasts. She shivered violently at the first touch and then settled down. She stiffened up again when she felt Stan’s hand trailing down to her belly. She clamped her legs together.

       “Easy…easy…” Stan said. “Guys, take her ankles and spread her legs a little for me.”

       “What are you going to do?” she asked nervously. She tried to twist around to face Stan.

       “It won’t hurt, darlin’,” he chuckled as Jack and I each took a slender ankle and slowly pulled her legs apart. “But you will have to stop all that talkin’. Okay?”

       She settled back again. I could feel how she was trembling now, and it couldn’t be because it was getting chilly. I felt almost uncomfortably warm myself.

       “Easy…easy,” Stan coaxed as his hand slid between her legs. She made a halfhearted effort to close them, one that Jack and I barely had to strain to keep her from doing it. Then Stan’s fingers were on her pussy. She shuddered violently and moaned. I had a good view of her pussy from where I was. The outer lips were plump and dark pink. Stan slid one of his fingers between them and she shuddered and moaned again.

       “We don’t want you all dry on us, Barbie,” Stan murmured into her ear. “No fun for us and no fun for you. Just relax. Relax. You’re already getting’ a little wet, ain’tcha?”

       All she could do was moan again. I could feel that she wasn’t trying quite so hard to clamp her legs together now. She sagged back against Stan. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slack, open, and she kept huffing and grunting as Stan worked her pussy with his fingers. She probably thought that he was just going to tease her along until she was wet enough for us. It wasn’t that simple.

       “You’re kinda likin’ this, ain’tcha, Barbie?” Stan purred into her ear. “Getting’ ya all aroused, ain’t it?”

       Her eyes opened, no more than slits, and she clenched her teeth. “Yesss…” she hissed through them. There was no point in her denying it. We could all see and hear and smell it now. Stan spread her outer lips with two fingers, showing the softer, lighter pink, more sensitive flesh behind them. He pushed one finger up into her and wriggled it. Her back arched, lifting her ass up off of the sleeping bag. Jack and I had to keep a tight grip on her ankles to keep her from sliding back down and Stan had to brace himself. She moaned again. Stan kept teasing her with his finger. He had a talent for it, knew just where to go and what to do to drive a woman half out of her mind and make her forget everything but that primitive, animal hunger gnawing at her.

       She moaned again, and her breath started coming in hot little puffs. Her ass was still up in the air, and she started grinding her hips around Stan’s fingers.

       “I’m…ready…” she gasped. “I’m ready…” If she was going to say anything else, we never found out what it was. Stan did something with the finger he had up inside of her and her whole body froze up for a moment. She raised herself up so that only her feet on the sleeping bag and her head on Stan’s shoulder supported her. Her breath came in quick, shallow, high-pitched pants through her clenched teeth. Stan kept working away, and all of a sudden all of the air went out of her with a series of long, deep grunts. Then she shrieked. She dropped back onto the sleeping bag, landing heavily. I could feel her leg muscles quivering. Her hips kept grinding weakly against Stan’s hand. Her face had gone slack. She took one long breath, held it, and then let it out in a long, soft sigh. Her mouth was half-open now, and she kept licking her lips between breaths. She looked flushed.

       “I think she’s really ready now,” Stan chuckled. “Mike, you won the toss earlier, so you get her first. How d’you want her?”

       “The usual,” I told him. “Get her face down and her ass up while I get ready.”

***

       Getting ready didn’t take long. All I had to do was drop my pants and put on a condom. I was already hard, and the sight of Barbie with her ass up, Stan and Jack gripping her ankles and keeping her legs apart, got me even harder. I’d been thinking about her ass for most of the day, and now there it was, naked and available. I knelt down on the sleeping bag and moved up close to her, holding my cock in one hand. She shivered when she felt me put my free hand on her hip, and she moaned when I started pushing my cock up into her. She was still hot and wet from Stan’s finger-play, but she was as tight as a virgin. I liked it. I pushed my cock in all the way to my balls and started pumping her immediately. She moaned and groaned, arching her back and grinding her hips.

       All of her weight was on her knees, her right shoulder, and the side of her face. I could see that her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open. Her lips were drawn back, baring her teeth, and her bound hands were clenched into tight fists. I wondered for a moment if we were acting out some kind of rape fantasy she might have had, but not for long. I was too intent on gripping her hips and fucking her hard and fast to pay attention to anything else. The harder and faster I went, the louder she got and the more she wriggled and squirmed. Her movement got to be a little too much. I swatted her ass once, hard. She yelped, but after that she kept more or less still, whimpering and moaning and shivering.

       I used her hard, slamming my hips into her ass with each hard thrust. When I came, it was intense. I shoved my cock deep inside of her and clenched my hands on her hips, shuddering and groaning myself. She could feel and hear me coming. She just kept still, whimpering and trembling, until I was done. I knew she hadn’t come herself. It didn’t matter, this early in the game. Anyway, Stan had taken care of that earlier. If she got any more orgasms out of the rough sex we had with her tonight she could think of it as a bonus.

       I stayed inside of her for a moment after I was done, enjoying the feel of her slippery pussy tight around my cock, but I knew that Stan and Jack were as eager to get at her as I had been. I pulled out, still a little hard, and moved away to peel off the condom and pull up my pants. I was still feeling a little shaky. I had an urge for a smoke and a cup of coffee, but there wasn’t time. It was Stan’s turn now.

       “Get ‘er on her back,” he told me as he let go of her ankle so I could take hold of it. He backed away to get ready. This was another thing that we’d worked out over the years. Mike and I each stood up, still holding Barbie by her ankles. We used our grips to flip her over onto her back without ever sliding her off of her sleeping bag. She made a high-pitched sound of surprise, not quite a squeal, and wriggled to find a comfortable position for her duct-taped wrists under her. Mike and I pulled her ankles wide apart before planting her feet down to either side of the sleeping bag. She could feel the sandy soil between her toes now. She kept looking up and around at us, but I don’t think she was seeing anything too clearly. Her eyes looked as if she’d just woken up. They wouldn’t quite focus. Her chest heaved with her breathing. I could see that her nipples were swollen, poking up into the cooling night air. Then Stan knelt down between her spread legs and leaned over her, supporting himself on one hand. He leaned close, grinning down at her.

       “You’re a mite loud, Barbie,” he said to her. Her hearing didn’t seem to be tracking well either. She looked puzzled. She tried to focus her eyes on his face. Her mouth worked, opening and closing. Stan picked his moment and then moved, quick as a snake. He pasted a length of duct tape over her mouth in the brief moment it was closed, sealing her lips. He knelt back, smoothing the tape down gently with both hands.

       Above the shiny tape, Barbie’s eyes were now wide open. There was fear in them, and she started to struggle, trying to pull her ankles free. Her legs were strong, as well as long, but we’ve been through that before too. On the sleeping bag, she might at least have been able to slide her feet along, but her feet were on bare dirt that had too much traction for her to break. Mike and I kept our grips, holding her feet down in spite of her efforts. Stan entered her while she was still fighting, pinning her down with his weight. He started pumping her right away, fast and deep, almost violently. She kept struggling for a moment before the feeling of another hard cock in her pussy took over. The tape gag cut her wind, too, so that in a little while all she could do was lie back and enjoy it, inhaling and exhaling loudly through her nose. We kept a grip on her ankles anyway. Stan kept his weight on her, thrusting harder than I had. Every time he slammed into her she grunted behind her gag. Her eyes were closed again. She kept rolling her head from side to side, and after a while she began whining and moaning along with the grunts.

       Stan just kept plowing away. As time went by, the noises she was making got more and more high-pitched. Then her whole body shook. I could feel the tremors through my hands. Her eyes opened halfway. It looked like her eyeballs had rolled up, because I could barely see anything but the whites. She kept shuddering, moaning weakly through the tape sealing her mouth, and Stan quickened his pace. I think she came again before he did, but I couldn’t be sure. Every so often we’d get a girl who could stretch her orgasms out. Stan finished with one last, brutal thrust. He’d told Barbie that she’d been a mite loud, but he was louder still, groaning and grunting as he ground himself empty. After he was done, he stayed there on top of her for a moment, kissing and nibbling at her neck. All she seemed able to do was writhe and moan a little. Then he was up and off of her. She looked completely worn out now.