"Uuuuuuuhhh! Oh God! Ooooohhh! Oooooooohhh!" The young wife had never been screwed this hard or this deep before. She would never have believed she could take this kind of brutal treatment. But in her present aroused state, she was taking all of it and begging for more. She was a wild woman, wriggling like a captured fish on the end of a hook. She was the squealing victim of Hank's hard relentless prick.
The atmosphere in the trailer grew close as the two lovers writhed together in mounting ecstasy. Neither of them knew how long they continued to fuck, savoring the tantalizing union of cock and cunt. Only when their excitement reached crisis proportions did they rise to the surface of awareness once again.
"Oh my God! Hank darling – I'm-cummmm ing-g-g!"
"Oh shit! Me too, honey! I'm filling your sweet pussy!" When he had pumped the last of his gushing sperm into her hole, he bent over her and cradled her in his arms. For some time, both were too overwhelmed to move from the uncomfortable position. When at last Hank carried his wife in to their bed, he saw a light flick off in the neighboring trailer. Perhaps they hadn't been alone in their ecstasy after all. Tomorrow, he expected Greg to demonstrate a new respect for him – and for his wife.
CHAPTER FIVE
The boredom set in quickly for Ellie. She found, much to her surprise, that Greg's attitude toward her had changed substantially by the second day. There was no longer that guarded coldness in his eyes. He seemed to have accepted her, and her relationship to Hank. His new amiability made him even more attractive to the eighteen-year-old bride. To ward off her attacks of infatuation, she spent as much time away from the men as possible.
Finding things to do was not easy. She went on a long walk every day, but she could only walk so much. There was little work involved in caring for the trailer, once she had gotten it organized. She could cook and sew and crochet some of the time. It disturbed her that often, Greg Bantam's image would leap before her eyes. The only solution seemed to be to take yet another walk.
Her idleness made Ellie even hornier than usual. To her disappointment, she found Hank's interest in sex waning. The men worked from dawn to dusk on the dredge. Her husband often fell asleep as soon as he had eaten, leaving Ellie to seek solitary solace from her fingers. On such nights, she often ended up crying herself to sleep.
She was frightened – for herself, and for the future of her and Hank's marriage. This flight back to nature had introduced too many unknown quantities into their life all at once. She missed the happy home life she had enjoyed in the city. What prevented her from making a plea for their return was the sure knowledge that Hank would much rather stay right where he was. Her love for her husband made her keep quiet about her own building distress. She could only hope that soon they would be rich enough to return to the city on Hank's terms.
So far, however, the claim was yielding only a moderate income for the two partners.
One day on one of her endless walks, Ellie came across another person, the first she had met by chance in the lonely woods. He was an unkempt-looking old man in faded baggy jeans. At his heels walked a large German Shepherd. Though the dog seemed friendly enough, the man terrified Ellie. The lusty gleam in his eye as he surveyed her lush young figure made Ellie turn tail and run from him. She felt foolish afterward when Greg told her the man was only a harmless old prospector named Jim who had been in the area for close to thirty years. Still, in her dreams, his lecherous face came back to haunt her.
After two weeks on the claim, Greg suggested they all go into town on Saturday night and have a few drinks. Ellie had never been so excited about a date. The idea of going into a town thrilled her. Already, she felt that she had been isolated for a year. When Greg told her they were going to meet a lady friend of his, Ellie hoped she would be someone that she could be friends with. In this outpost, Ellie strongly felt the need for female companionship.
Both Hank and Ellie were impressed by Wanda's forceful personality and robust sense of humor. They were somewhat intimidated by her too. The redhead was the kind of woman who gave the impression that she knew far more about the world than she was letting on. Ellie couldn't imagine the older woman wanting to be her friend. Beside Wanda, Ellie felt like a dumb kid wet behind the ears.
Not that Wanda was unkind or belittling. In fact she went out of her way to be friendly to the young blonde. As she grew more tipsy under the effects of the constant flow of booze, Ellie grew more comfortable with the redhead. She even decided Wanda might be able to help her learn how to be more sophisticated. After all, she was nearly nineteen years old. It was time she learned to modify her girlish ways. She couldn't help wondering what a woman like Wanda was doing out here in the boondocks. Surely Wanda could fit in with any society she chose. And she was so beautiful.
Ellie was groggy from booze and fatigue by the time Greg suggested they turn in for the night. Wanda had reserved the hotel room next to hers for the young couple. She and Greg bid them good-night at the door and went on to her room. A large German Shepherd was waiting for them. He was stretched out comfortably on Wanda's bed.
"What the hell is Jim's mutt doing here?" Greg wanted to know.
"Jim had to go to Frisco for a few days. I told him I'd keep Nugget company. Nugget and I get along real well, don't we, boy?" She snuggled against the big animal's neck.
Greg did not seem entirely pleased. "Well, I'm glad you're such good buddies. But one thing I want to make clear… he sleeps on the floor."
"Of course, honey." Wanda smiled to herself. She had never let Greg in on her forbidden passion for the German Shepherd. She wasn't sure how he would take it. "Say, Greg," she purred, changing the subject. "I sure like your friend. And his wife's a real stunner, too. I'm surprised you haven't made a play for her."
"Look, Wanda, I respect the institution of marriage, especially my best buddy's. I wouldn't lay a finger on that woman." His eyes twinkled. "Not, that is, unless she suggested it first."
"I saw her looking at you, Greg. She's interested."
"You think so?" His face lit up with interest. "Hell, it's hard to tell. She's really stuck on her old man. She follows him around like a faithful old hound."
"Hell, Greg, she's so young, she's probably never fucked anyone but him. She still thinks he's the only guy who's got one. But she's a smart girl. She'll figure it out soon enough."
"You know me, Wanda. I'm not into chasing dames around. If she wants what I've got, she'll have to make it real plain. In the meantime, I've got plenty to keep me busy." He made a lunge for the shapely redhead and rolled around with her on the bed. Within moments, he had her blouse off. Her round heavy tits heaved enticingly as he pinned her down.
"Hey, you're great, baby." She was out of breath. Her brown eyes shone with lust. "How would you like a special treat?"
"You know me, Wanda." He dug his hand into the waistband of her skirt and found the thick furry thatch of her cunt-hair. Her hard little clitoris seemed to leap out at him. He grazed it lewdly with his fingertip.
"You know why I got them the room next door? There's a nice little peephole through the closet door. Gives a great view of the goings-on on the bed."
"You dirty old woman!" Staggering woozily, he got up onto his feet and tried to look properly disapproving. The next minute, his face was that of a dirty old man. "Lead me to it, girlie," he joked, rubbing his hands together.
She led him to the closet and pushed her clothes aside. "Look through here," she told him, after she had taken a quick look.
"Whoo-ee!" Greg licked his lips lustily. His best friend and his shapely young wife were naked on the bed. The voluptuous blonde was kneeling on all fours, her lush tits swaying provocatively with each lunge of her husband's hard cock. Hank was screwing her doggie fashion. By the look on her face, she was really digging it. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. Her tongue darted nervously over her full sensual lips. Low animal-like cries emerged non-stop from her throat.