With the immediate threat over, Beth went over to interrogate our 'prisoner'. His eyes were bulging and he was trying to speak. “Calm down, I'm taking the gag off,” said Beth. He nodded. She removed the shirt that was tied around his head.
“Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” shouted Beth. She wanted to keep the upper hand, control the conversation. “It's not… what you think,” stammered the guy. I shone the torch into his face. He had longish blonde hair, bleached by the sun. “I got lost, I'm supposed to like, be at the Protea cabin,” he said. His hair, his tan, and his speech made me think he was a surfer or a hippie-type.
“Then why the fuck would you walk all the way up the fucking contour path, in the fucking dark, to this cabin?” demanded Beth.
He answered: “Nah, dude, it was those frikkin' monkeys. They stole my shit. I ran up the path, and kept running until I couldn't hear them. Then I was lost for a while. I figured I should rather go higher up, because this cabin is easier to find. And I didn't want to run into those baboons again.”
This made sense to me. I was starting to feel like we'd fucked up. “Do you have a permit,” asked Beth.
“Hey wow, yeah I got it still,” said the guy. “Check my back pocket. Fuckin' monkeys took all my space cakes. All I got is this stupid permit.” Sure enough, he had a permit for the trail, and for use of the Protea cabin. Technically, he had more right to be on the mountain than we did.
“Sorry I scared you, I wasn't like, expecting anyone else to be here,” he said. “You chicks hit pretty hard. My name's Brian. Brian DeWet. You can check me out on Facebook, and I got a blog about Dagga recipes too.”
I lit the candles and offered the guy a drink. He was still tied up, so I held the cup for him while he drank. Beth looked concerned. We were both thinking the same thing: he really didn't fit the criminal deviant profile, and besides, what potential rapist gets a permit for a hiking trail, and rocks up without so much as a knife, rope, or handcuffs? We felt like the bad guys here.
“So why are two all alone here tonight? Were you like, getting high?” Clearly, our prisoner was a weed fiend, and had a one-track mind. Again, the threat level was dropping, and we both felt more and more guilty. “We were just scared,” I said to Brian. “We had a rough day, and those fucking baboons gave us grief too. Twice. Beth shot at them.”
“Wow man, that's pretty intense, hey. You girls don't take shit,” he said. This was when his gaze shifted, to something glinting in the corner of the room. I'd knocked over stuff during the scuffle earlier on, and was too preoccupied to pick everything up again. I shone the torch into the corner, and illuminated the 8-inch long vibrator I'd brought along for the trip. It was pink and sparkly, with a rotating head.
“Oh, I see.. sorry for breaking up your fun tonight,” said Brian, grinning.
He seemed to be good-natured and genuine. After Jonathan, my 'Asshole Radar' got a major upgrade, and I was confident with my improved character judging ability. We'd presumed the worst earlier on, not even giving him a chance to explain, before assaulting him and holding him at gunpoint. Even Beth looked remorseful, despite the detachment that came with being a law student, and a former soldier.
This wasn't some Meth-head in a dark alley behind a Sea Point club, or a Palestinian insurgent with an IED hidden in his kid's school case. This was a nice, normal guy. He wasn't in the wrong at all.
We were wrong. We were the assholes. We had to make it up to him, right there, right then, the best way we knew how, with the best resources we had available.
We had to initiate a threesome.
I was still amped for sex, and with Brian seeing the vibrator, and knowing what we were doing there, the whole plan just made sense. I took Beth outside, and quietly plotted out the escapade. She was easily convinced by the plan's sheer awesomeness. I though the guy was kinda good-looking, with a nice build. I was pretty sure that by the time we were done, Brian wouldn't know what had hit him — for the second time that night!
We went in together. Beth took out her Gerber multi-tool, and clipped through the cable ties that bound Brian's legs together. She left his arms tied to the bed though. This was done partly because it made it more fun, and partly out of lingering safety concerns. Last thing we needed, was to find out he was faking his nice-guy routine.
Beth and I stood in front of Brian and stripped. I figured naked was better, since we didn't have any really hot-looking underwear with us. We took turns pouring Astroglide over our bodies, starting with our breasts, then thighs and asses. I lubed up my pussy, three fingers sliding in effortlessly. With my free hand, I shone the concentrated torch beam from the Mag Light onto my slick, smooth cunt. I spread my pussy lips, giving him a view of my eager, wet fuck hole.
Beth crawled on all fours towards Brian. She pulled his jeans and boxers down, as far as his ankles. He shuffled and kicked them off. She pulled his shirt over his head, then let it rest on his back. The bonds on his wrists prevented his shirt from coming off completely. He had amazingly nice shoulders and arms; they were strong-looking and deeply tanned. Beth trickled some lube around his balls and the base of his shaft. He was mostly hard already. By the time she finished working his shaft, he was as hard as the vibrator I had in my hand.
Beth licked his cock, slowly going up and down his shaft, and teasing his head. I lay back on the floor, my legs spread wide, and inserted the vibrator. I switched it on, and the head rotated slowly inside me, probing the full depth of my pussy. I arched back, raising my hips off the floor, driving the vibrator as deep as it could go.
I then sat upright, the vibrator still doing its thing, and watched Brian getting his fat, hard cock sucked. He was uncut and average length, but his cock was nice and thick. Like Cosmo keeps saying, 'girth is where it's at'. I wasn't fussed at the time. All I needed was hard cock inside me, but Beth wasn't planning on sharing right away. She reached up onto the bed, where her wallet lay near the pillow. She retrieved a string of high-grade condoms. That's one of the things with Beth. She doesn't mind condoms, as long as they aren't those cheap government-issue rubbers — the ones that the whores stock up on at the community clinics. The girl gets around, but she's got standards. Besides, not using condoms in a country with the highest infection rate in the world, is kinda stupid and suicidal.
Beth jammed her pillow behind Brian's back, between his body and the bed frame. She tore open the foil package and unrolled the condom onto Brian's eager, pulsing cock. She then straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his stiff pole, facing me. She let it go all the way in, then started grinding her hips. I leaned forward and pulled into her, my tongue deep in her mouth. She grabbed at my breasts, roughly groping them, pinching my nipples. I moved back and removed the vibrator from my wet twat. It glistened and shone in the light from the torch, which I'd positioned on top of my rucksack. I moved out the way, allowing the light to fall on Beth and Brian, while they fucked in an ever-faster rhythm.
Brian was getting ridden mercilessly; he lay back and bucked his hips in time with Beth's movements. I was inspired by our fisting session earlier that day, and poured extra lubrication onto the vibrator. I lay down over Brian's legs, and propped myself up on my elbows. I licked his balls and rubbed Beth's clit, as she slowed down her gyrations. Slowly, slowly I pushed the vibrator into her already-filled cunt. I took my time, making sure it could jam in there, pressed against Brian's big hard cock. I set it to the lowest frequency vibration. Beth squirmed and groaned.
“I'm gonna come!” exclaimed Brian. “NO! Not yet!” shouted Beth. I pulled out the vibrator, and Beth raised her hips, freeing the large cock from her stretched hole. I grabbed the torch and watched his cock intently, fully expecting him to come. I had reacted just in time, his cock was incredibly stiff and throbbing slightly, but he was just short of climaxing.