Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

She carefully stroked into the cove. The pair were busy arguing and didn't even notice her until she called out, "Hey! You have a towel I can borrow?"

The two rose, spun, and stayed in a half-crouch. Fred held a pistol in his hand and Ross held a wicked-looking bowie knife. Karen wondered what they were so jumpy about. These woods hadn't had a grizzly in them for twenty years. Maybe longer.

"Goddamn, Ross! Lookit that!"

The other man didn't have to be told to look. His eyes were drinking in the lovely sight in the water. He didn't miss Karen's raven hair or the bone-china face smiling up at him. And it would have been impossible for him to not see the swell of the girl's tits as they bobbed on the surface of the lake. The icy water had made the ruddy nipples at the tips of each boob fiery red, aroused and ready to be popped into an eager mouth!

The tits seemed to float on the water, buoyed by their own mass. Ross looked down further into the water under those lovely, mouth-watering tits so prominently and lasciviously displayed. He could barely make out the deep depression of the girl's navel, through the distortion of the water. But there wasn't any mistaking the black thatch of cunt hair between her legs.

Ross watched Karen's trim legs languorously kick back and forth. It seemed that her cunt cried out to him each time the legs moved. Those marble-like thighs and slender calves made the man's cock harder than granite in his pants. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a woman and his cock reminded him of that.

"I guess we got a towel around somewhere, don't we, Fred?" Ross wasn't going to pass up the chance to grab a piece of ass. Not when the ass was as tight and round and tempting as Karen's!

Fred moved like he was in a daze. He never took his eyes off Karen although the pistol disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He felt his trousers tenting up, too. It'd been three years since he'd had a good lay – three years since he'd fucked any broad at all.

He tossed over the scroungy towel. Karen smiled. This was going to be too easy. Both of the men obviously had hard-ons already. She'd be able to get them to do anything she wanted. They'd be putty in her hands just like all the others.

She made a point of standing up in the shallows before she took the towel. She gave both men a long look at her glistening white body before she started to towel down. The sunlight seemed to spotlight her. And, in a way, she was an actress on a stage giving a performance. Karen got off on the entire scene.

She rubbed the water droplets out of her long hair, making sure that the towel didn't hide her cunt more than it should. She wanted these two fishermen strung out to the highest possible sexual tension before she plucked their strings.

"What you doing out here all alone, kid?" asked Fred, his eyes never leaving the acres of exposed skin in front of him.

"Just out for a swim. I'm up here for the summer with my mother. I sort of got confused where I was and when I heard you two talking, I decided to stop and ask some directions." Karen flashed both of them a dazzling smile meant to melt the coldest of hearts. She knew she didn't have to bother. The sight of their bulging trousers was enough to convince her that she had these two hooked.

"For a piece of jailbait, you're pretty obvious, aren't you?" Ross said. For some reason, the two of them laughed uproariously.

"I know what I like. And I like what I see. How about you guys? Do you like the scenery?"

Karen draped the towel around her neck and allowed the ends to dangle down over her big tits. The towel did nothing to hide her cunt or the swell of her hips or the smooth roundness of her ass. And the girl wasn't about to try hiding them, anyway.

"You alone? Except for your mother?" asked Fred, a forced casualness in his voice.

Karen thought he was just hot for her. She never thought there might be more to it than that. "Yeah. My old man's not going to be up for another week or so. And I sure as hell can't find anyone else up here at the lake yet. Must be too early in the season or something."

"Little girl," asked Ross, "didn't your ma ever tell you not to talk to strange men?"

Karen struck a pose, one lithe leg slightly extended before her. "I really had a bit more than just talking in mind. If that's all you want to do, I'll be on my way. Thanks for the use of your towel." The girl tossed it back only to find a steel-hard grip around her wrist. She hadn't even seen Fred move. The man was as quick as a panther.

"Why don't you just come on up to our camp and keep us company? For a while, at any rate. You look like you're a mite cold, eh, baby doll?"

The way Fred leered at her didn't make Karen feel very comfortable. Somehow, this wasn't going exactly the way she'd intended it to go. It was as if… as if… these two were the ones calling the plays rather than her.

Karen didn't like the change in the script.

"I think I'll just be off. Thanks for your towel." Fred's grip tightened a bit more. "No need to hurry off, is there, baby doll? Just come on up and join us." He heaved and Karen almost flew through the air and landed on a crumpled-up sleeping bag. "Yeah," said Ross, "definitely jailbait. How old are you, kiddo?"

Karen pouted a little. Then she defiantly said, "Eighteen!"

"And I'm a bowl of goldfish!" snapped Ross. "Try it again and with the truth this time." Karen's voice came out meekly: "Sixteen."

Fred said, "She's probably lyin' in her teeth, but what's the difference? No broad comes on that strong not wanting to get fucked royally."

They both stared at the supine girl, their eyes devouring her. Karen felt a little better. This was more like it. She could handle things now. None of that question-and-answer jazz. She just wanted to get down to the basics.

And the empty feeling inside her belly had returned. The sight of the men's cocks straining against their jeans made Karen weak inside. She felt the old, familiar itching inside her cunt. The need to be full of cock; cock fucking hard and fast up her twat.

"Wanna match for it, Ross?"

"Okay." The red-haired man fumbled in his pocket, having trouble getting the coin out of the tight jeans. He was not helped any by the massive bulge of his hardening cock pressing against his zipper, either.

A quarter finally emerged and he flipped it with practiced ease. "Call it," he said.

"Tails!" laughed Fred, with obvious glee. "Tails," said Ross, sadly. "Both ways. Guess I'll have to be satisfied with sloppy seconds."

Fred began unzipping his pants. His cock leaped out like a stallion at a starting gate. His prick danced and bucked and was ready for action. In spite of herself, Karen watched the purplish knob dance around while Fred shucked off the rest of his clothing. She was hypnotized by the knobby cock-head.

"Like what you see, huh? You're gonna like it even more, baby doll, before I'm through with you!"

Fred dropped, his weight crushing Karen against the sleeping bag and pinning her to the ground. His arms snaked around her until she could barely move. All she could think of was that Fred hadn't bathed in the last couple weeks. The smell of stale sweat was strong in her nostrils.

Karen struggled to get free of the dead weight pressing down on her.

"Whatsa matter, baby doll? Don't you like having a man make love to you?"

"Get off me, you big oaf! Let me breathe!" Ross chuckled.

Fred glared at him but let Karen wiggle around a bit under him.

"That better?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Karen reached down and took Fred's massive cock in her hand and began to massage it. The man groaned and began to move his hips back and forth.

For a second, Karen thought he was going to spew out his jism onto her belly right then and there. Not even Willie had that little control. But Fred gulped and seemed to settle down.