Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Ooohh!" she whimpered softly. "I can't believe it really happened!"

"It happened," Joey assured her. "And you came – you were tearing around here and whooping like a teenager at her first sex party!"

"I was right," Sandy added, withdrawing her fingers from her body and casually wiping them on her thigh before lifting herself into a sitting position. "I figured you'd be the kind who'd diddle in the ass about as well as in the cunt or in the mouth. Face it, kid, you're nothing but a whore at heart! Take off all that fancy education and that high-class upbringing and you're just a pure cunt, like the rest of us!"

Gina could not reply to that; she knew all too well that the woman had spoken the truth. She could not look at them, not even after Joey had pulled his prick from his ass and had left her alone. After a time she wearily got up from her kneeling position and went back to lie down beside Pete, ignoring the flood of cum which escaped from her ass and washed down onto her thighs. He looked at her with tender concern.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore," she said, seeing the question in his eyes. "At least, it doesn't hurt physically. I'm a little sore but I suppose that's only to be expected."

"You mustn't pay too much attention to them," he whispered. "I mean, just because you happened to like what he did to you, all the rest of it doesn't follow. I don't believe that you're anything like a whore!"

She looked over at him, sure that he was only trying to make her feel less miserable, but he seemed to be utterly sincere. Before she could ask him what made him so sure about her true nature, Sandy sharply ordered them to be quiet.

"No need for holding conferences over there," she snapped. "Keep on talking and we'll tie one of you up outside!"

Their extended play with Gina, culminating in Joey's use of her, had apparently sapped some of their sprightliness and they listlessly sat around the cabin for most of the rest of the morning. By midafternoon they were hungry and Gina was again ordered to perform chef's duties. She put together a meal of sorts, watched while they ate and then washed up the dishes; neither she nor Pete felt like eating. She was still struck by the way she had responded so fervently to Joey's penetration of her ass. There was no denying that he had brought her great pleasure, though it brought a sense of deep shame to her when she admitted it.

Shortly after she had finished the dishes she looked up to finding Sandy sitting beside Felton, deeply engaged in conversation with him. Apparently the talk was taking a randy turn because he was reaching into the front of her shirt and feeling of one of her breasts. She, in turn, had placed her hand over his fly, about where his prick would be located. Seeing them thus engaged, Gina now remembered that Felton had not earlier showed any sexual interest in any of them. Why should he now be engaged in sensual play with Sandy, she asked herself. Of course, Gina could not answer the question.

"Chato, come over here and give Eddie some head," Sandy ordered. "He's getting into a loving frame of mind and we oughta do everything we can to help him out."

Chato obeyed quickly enough, although Gina thought she detected a sign of reluctance on the young girl's face. She came over to Felton, who rose up from his chair and unfastened his trousers. The garment dropped around his ankles; he wore no underwear. He tucked up the grimy tee-shirt that was his only other garment, fully exposing his prick, and beckoned Chato forward. Gina found it difficult to keep from laughing when she saw the man's cock: it was a tiny bulb, so small as to appear utterly inoffensive. It was barely an inch long and Chato had to brush back the dark, bushy pubic fur in order to get her mouth on it. She quickly took it, however; kneeling in front of the man she lifted her face and began sucking him just as though he might have been Joey or some other superlatively well-endowed man.

"Joey, you keep an eye on them two over there," Sandy said, gesturing toward Gina and Pete as she walked to the suitcase they had stuck into a corner. "I'm going to get my little gadget outta the bag here. Me 'n Chato, we're gonna give Eddie a treatment!"

"I'll watch 'em," Joey promised, hefting his pistol meaningfully. "But there ain't no need to worry – the dude's too tied up to move and the chick, she's afraid that if she runs off she won't get no more of that good cock I got here for her. And you know something? She's right!"

"Another week here and you could lead her around by the pussy," Sandy sneered, squatting before the suitcase and snapping it open. "Kinds bad that we ain't gonna be here that long – she might think a lot better of us if we got her really turned on good before we pulled out!"

She brought a curiously shaped object from the bag before she closed it again. Gina could see it clearly; it looked like a mammoth white cigar, perhaps seven or eight inches long and an inch thick. One end was flat but the other tapered off to a sharp point. Seeing the girl's curious look, Sandy brandished the instrument and brought it toward her.

"I bet a nice girl like you never seen one of these before," she said. "Well, it's a pussy-pleaser – a vibrator. See, there's some tiny little batteries up in the handle here. `You give the handle a twist, like this, and it starts to doing its thing. Then you use it and do your thing!"

She chuckled at her play on words, extended the tool toward Gina, and touched it to her thigh. The girl shrank back as if she had been touched by a bare electric wire: the tool was vibrating at a high rate of speed and its touch had set off an mini-explosion of feeling within her.

"Ha, ha! I can see that you'd pick up on this too!" Sandy chortled. "Yeah, there just ain't nothing you wouldn't groove on! You can ram it up your cunt, or shove it in your asshole; you can even run it over your titties or clit – whatever. you do with it, it sure packs a wallop!"

Gina fought down the impulse to ask her what she was going to do with it; she suspected that she would soon find the answer to that question without having to ask it. She was exactly right. Sandy went over to Felton, who was still standing in front of Chato; the girl's uninhibited attentions had succeeded in bringing a modicum of size and stiffness to the man's prick, though it was still a small, puny-looking thing.

Sandy fitted herself against Felton's back and began touching the whirring vibrator to his body. She ran it over his belly, then down toward his loins. The tip of the tool nosed over his prick, then down to his balls. At the same time she rubbed her nipples into his back and pressed her muff against his buttocks.

"Hunnhh!" Felton suddenly grunted. "Baby, you're bringing me up! Let's get down on the floor and get some heavy action going here!"

He lowered himself into a kneeling position, leaning forward and extending his arms until he was on all fours. Chato went down with him, sliding most of her body between his knees so that she could continue mouthing his cock. She kept one hand on his prick and balls, caressing them as she sucked; the other cupped over her pussy. Sandy stood beside them and plunged the vibrator into her cunt with a deft motion of her right hand. The tool was not switched on but her grimace of pleasure showed that it had a powerful effect nevertheless. Felton's prick now appeared to be stiff – he was in profile to Gina and Pete – but still it measured no more than four or perhaps five inches.

"Whooo – eee!" he grunted. "Yeah, this is the way to go! Come on, Sandy, get in there and do your thing! Lemme have it!"

Sandy withdrew the vibrator from her cunt and knelt beside him. She aimed the pointed white cylinder between his buttocks, searching for his anus; upon getting the point of the tool inserted into the man's ass, she thrust it inward and twisted the cap to the on position. The vibrator immediately whirred into life, bringing a groan of approbation from Felton's throat as he continued writhing and twisting against Chato's mouth.