After a couple of minutes, I tried another accent. This one was rougher, more insistent. “Hey, lemme have a turn.”
Christy moaned when I pulled my hard-on away, but she started sucking again when I gave her Luke’s dick instead.
“Think we should fuck her?” I asked in his voice.
“Oh, we’re gonna fuck her,” I said in my own. “But let’s tie her up first. We don’t want her to run off before we’re done havin’ our fun.”
She whimpered in faux-fear but didn’t stop sucking. I gave her another minute before I pulled my cock away. Then I lifted her to her feet, and she squeaked in surprise.
“Time to try your shaved snatch,” I said.
“I bet it’s as hot as her mouth,” I added in Luke’s voice.
“No, please,” Christy begged. “I’ll do anything you want, but not that.”
I ignored her and marched her toward the trees. She struggled weakly as I raised her arm and slid the knot over her hand. The rope was too long, so I looped it around her wrist a couple of times. She figured out what I wanted when I pressed it into her palm. She didn’t struggle at all when I tied her other wrist and looped the rope around it.
“Let’s have some fun, boys,” I said.
“No, please,” she whimpered as I moved behind her.
I ignored her and thrust my cock between her thighs. The heat of her pussy caressed my shaft as I began teasing her with it.
“We saw you fucking your boyfriend earlier,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re a horny little thing, ain’ you? Well, we have plenty o’ cock for you.”
“Yeah!” I added in Luke’s voice. Or was it Bo’s? I couldn’t keep them separate, so I gave up trying. “Fuck her… uh… Jethro.” Seriously? Jethro?
I rolled my eyes and shook off the distraction. Then I pulled back, angled my hips, and slid into Christy’s molten pussy. She arched her back and moaned, so I grabbed her by the throat. She stiffened with one of her mini-orgasms as I finished impaling her.
“Damn, boys,” I said when I could think straight, “she’s more than ready.”
“Hurry up,” I said in Luke’s harsh voice. “I want me a piece o’ that.”
“Wait your turn. I’m’a have some fun first.”
I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous dialogue. Fortunately, Christy didn’t seem to care. I grabbed her breast and squeezed hard. The temperature in her pussy shot up a couple of degrees.
“You like it rough,” I said in her ear, “don’t you?”
She whimpered. I slammed my hips into her ass, and she cried out.
“Yeah, boys,” I said, “she’s a good’un, all right. Nice ’n’ tight.”
I began fucking her with short, hard thrusts. I held her in place with one hand on her throat and the other on her clit. She gasped and moaned and then went silent with another mini-orgasm.
“Did you just come on my cock?” I said.
“Lemme have a turn,” Luke said. Or maybe it was Bo.
I pulled out, slapped Christy’s ass, and moved aside. Then I stepped into place again. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.
“Tell me you want it,” I hissed.
She shook her head stubbornly.
“Beg for it.”
“Never.”
“Beg.” I started rubbing her clit again. She whimpered and shook her head. “Beg for it,” I repeated. “Tell me you want it.”
“I… want it,” she rasped.
“Want what? Say it!”
“Your cock.”
I grinned. “Where?”
“In— Inside me.”
I slid into her again and steadied her with my hands on her hips. Then I began fucking her harder than before. I slapped her ass a couple of times too, although I nearly cried out from the pain when I used my right hand in the heat of the moment.
I pulled out after several minutes, and Bo started fucking her. He was the gentle one, I decided. Luke was the roughest, and Jethro was somewhere in between. I pulled out, shifted to Jethro, and started fucking her again. Then I switched with Luke, who pounded her mercilessly. Her soft cries and slapping sounds filled the clearing.
“On your knees,” I said at last.
She released the ropes, and the loops gave her enough slack to fall to her knees. Her arms stretched upward, and her chest heaved with her breathing. Her blindfold had slipped out of place, so I tugged it over her eyes again.
Then I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my cock into her mouth. I was still in my Luke persona, so I switched to Jethro instead. I didn’t want to hurt her for real, and Luke was the kind of guy who’d ram his cock down her throat without thinking.
“That’s a good girl,” I said in my own voice. “I’ll give you what you want.”
She moaned and swallowed me deeper.
I should have my head examined, I thought wryly, for multiple personalities.
Do you mind? the little head shot back. I’m trying to concentrate here.
Oh, shut up, I told him. You’re part of the problem.
Am not.
I fell silent and enjoyed Christy’s enthusiasm. A minute later she moaned as I filled her mouth. She kept sucking after I stopped shooting, until I pulled my semi-hard cock from her mouth.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I told her facetiously. Then I let her listen as I hammered the tent stakes into the ground around the blanket.
“Please don’t,” she begged. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
I ignored her and tied a couple of ropes to the stakes. Then I spent several frustrating minutes trying to pick loose the knots around the trees. I finally managed it, but not before I seriously considered just cutting the things. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought scissors or even a knife.
Note to self…, I thought for the fourth or fifth time.
Christy followed docilely as I led her to the blanket and told her to lie on her back. I spread her arms, tied them, and did the same to her legs. Once she was secure, I checked her blindfold and gave her a light slap on the cheek. Then I stood back to admire her.
Her cheeks and chest were pink with arousal, and her taut breasts heaved with her breathing. Her outer labia were puffy from the pounding earlier and had turned a darker pink than her chest. Her inner lips peeked out. They were plump and damp with moisture. I let the tension build until she began to squirm with anticipation.
“Okay,” I said at last, “let’s get down to business.”
“What business?” Bo asked. (He wasn’t too bright.)
“The business of fucking,” Luke said.
I knelt between Christy’s legs and settled into the missionary position, although I was careful not to put too much weight on my right hand. I set my dick at her opening and then slammed into her. I fucked her hard as Luke. I never said a word the whole time. I simply grunted and slapped her around, and she cried out when I buried my cock and filled her with come.
I needed a little more time to recover before the next round, so I read the Forum and Letters in Penthouse. And when I was ready, I played with her pussy and pinched her nipples as she sucked Jethro’s growing hard-on. Then I moved between her legs. I lifted her hips and scooted under her thighs. I slid into her, and she came almost as soon as I started playing with her clit. I made her come two more times before I unloaded inside her.
I gave her some water after that. Then I checked her blindfold and brushed away tendrils of sweat-damp hair. I wanted to make sure she was okay for real. She hadn’t said her safe word, but I didn’t want to take any chances. She seemed fine, so I moved to the end of the blanket and opened the latest issue of Playboy.
The pictorial with Bo Derek was hot, but the other models were nothing special. Pretty? Yes. Arousing? Not really. I flipped through the articles and decided that they were worse than the vanilla pictorials.
“The final days of John Belushi?” I muttered to myself. “Talk about depressing.” I set the magazine aside and knelt by Christy’s head.