by Crow Gray
Bayou Safari
Axl Dane Volume Two
by
Crow Gray
© 2016 Crow Gray
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reprinted without permission of the
author. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is entirely coincidental and all characters and situations are fictional.
Cover design by Melody Simmons
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter One
Three Days Ago
“I think we're lost,” Zoe said from the backseat.
“We're not lost, everything just looks the same out here,” Barrett said defensively, glaring at her in the rear view mirror.
“Yeah, no worries, we'll get there,” West said from beside Barrett.
The car was filled out by Natasha and Jenna, all three girls in the back seat with the guys riding up front.
“I just hope this piece of shit doesn't break down before we get there,” Jenna said, fiddling with her phone.
“Hey! She is a classic!” Barrett said.
“Sorry, dude, I don't think a seventy-eight Bonneville qualifies as a classic,” Natasha said. Her eyes were closed and everyone had assumed she was asleep before she spoke up.
“It's mint! Just shut up,” Barrett said, offended.
“Anyway, do you know where the hell we are?” Zoe said, watching as the small dirt road they were on got smaller as the woods encroached upon it.
“We're heading to Mardi Gras, that guy said this was a short cut,” West said.
The group looked like something out of a movie, all five of them young and hot. West and Barrett were both blond gym rats, not over muscled but thin and ripped. The girls all loved the beach and kept their bodies well toned in order to show off in the micro-bikinis they loved to wear. The girls were a true triple threat: Jenna blonde, Zoe a redhead, and Natasha a brunette. The entire group true Californians and on their way to Mardi Gras, before a wrong turn landed them wherever the hell they currently were.
“Short cut, my ass! I knew I should’ve made you stick to the main road!” Zoe said.
“First of all, you can't MAKE me stick to anything!” Barrett said, still pissed about the car comments from earlier. “Next, we are heading in the right direction! Just wait, soon we'll hit a paved road and it's beer, boobs and beads all night long!”
“Hey!” Natasha said, this time opening her eyes.
“Um, I meant your boobs, baby! What'd you think I meant?” Barrett said, wincing.
“Sure you did,” Natasha whispered, closing her eyes again.
“Good save, bro,” West whispered and the two shared a fist bump.
“You know we can hear you,” Jenna said.
“Aw, you know we're just kidding,” West said.
Jenna smiled. For all of their faults, she had to admit West and Barrett were good boyfriends to her and Natasha. At least, when they were sober. She hoped Zoe would find someone too, but so far she'd turned down every advance thrown her way. Jenna would have thought she was a lesbian, but she'd turned down her own advances as well. She couldn't figure Zoe out, so just tried not to think about it.
“It's going to be dark soon, and then what? Why don't you have a GPS anyway?” Zoe said.
“I hate those things, you know I'm a technophile,” Barrett said.
“That's technophobe,” Jenna said, still trying to get her phone to work.
“Huh?” Barrett said.
“Technophobe. A technophile likes technology, a technophobe is scared of it. Hence, you're a technophobe,” Jenna explained.
“Yeah, whatever, I hate smart phones and GPS and all that shit,” Barrett said.
“It doesn't matter,” Jenna said, finally putting her phone away. “There's no reception out here, like, at all.”
“Who told you this was a shortcut anyway?” Zoe asked.
“That guy back at the store,” West said.
“The clerk?” Zoe asked.
“No, that guy on the porch,” Barrett said.
“What?” Zoe said, her protests echoed by the other girls.
“You mean that guy with no teeth that looked like an extra from Deliverance?” Natasha said, once again opening her eyes.
“Hey, that guy was smart. I bet he knows all the ways of the swamp!” West said.
“Oh God, you two are dumbasses,” Zoe said, rubbing her temples in frustration.
“Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking about! Let me say it: you two are dumbasses!” Jenna said.
“They both have shit for brains,” Natasha interjected.
“You girls are being a little rough on us, don't you think?” West said. He didn't want to admit it, but it was getting dark fast and the woods were spooky. The road was not much more than a one lane path by this time. He had serious doubts as to whether this was truly a shortcut.
“I think we should just turn around,” Barrett said.
“You'll have to back up for a while, I don't think you can turn around on this shitty little road,” West said.
“You'll have to back up like four miles. Lord save me from morons,” Zoe said.
“Oh shut up,” West said.
“I can't back up anyway, there's a car behind us,” Barrett said, as he glanced in the rear view.
“Are you shitting me?” Zoe said, all three girls turning to see. West stared into the side view mirror, headlights visible from a distance behind them.
“Uh, and in front of us too. Damn, I was worried about this,” West said.
“What?” everyone said all at once. The group was torn between looking behind and in front, as vehicles were approaching from both ways.
Barrett just stopped in the middle of the road, unsure what to do next. The vehicles were now in sight.
“Is this for real?” Jenna said once they saw the trucks.
Both in front and behind the car were older pickup trucks, probably from the seventies. Both vehicles had spotlights mounted on top, as well as alligator heads mounted on the hood. There were also snake skins swinging from the antennas. Both trucks stopped, just a few feet in front and behind the car.
“What now?” West said.
“Uh, does anyone have a gun?” Zoe asked.
“We don't, but I bet they do,” Jenna said.
“Why are they just sitting there? Why won't they get out?” Barrett said.
“Maybe they are waiting on us to get out? We are the outsiders, after all,” West said.
“Yeah, but our car doesn't look like it will eat you, either,” Barrett said.
The three vehicles just stayed that way for a full minute, the night dropping fast around them.
“Turn your lights on, man,” West said.
Barrett turned them on, and both trucks immediately laid down on the horns, causing everyone in the car to jump and Natasha to scream.
“This is bullshit,” West said, opening his door.
“No, don't!” Jenna said, grabbing his shoulder.
“I'll be fine. These are just swamp people, not mass murderers,” West said as he climbed from the car.
Everyone in the car rolled their windows down so they could hear what was going on. The horns stopped blowing when West stepped out.
“Hello?” West said, looking to the truck in front, then the one in back. It wasn't quite dark yet so the lights weren't bright enough to blind him.
Finally, all four doors of both trucks opened, and four men climbed out. They were very
much the stereotypical swamp people. Two were skinny, two were fat. They didn't seem to be very clean, and their hair was long. Two of the men had ponytails. They were all much older men, although exact ages were hard to determine. The men's ages could range anywhere from a hard forty to a young seventy, but none were young. All four had beards of various lengths. They were dressed in blue jeans, overalls, and work boots. Both knives and pistols were on the belts of all four. They were a rough looking bunch, and nothing about their appearance settled anyone's nerves.
“Fuck, they are going to eat us,” Natasha said, only half joking.
“Dammit,” Barrett said, climbing out of the car as well.
“Hey, guys. Sorry about blocking the road, we thought this was a shortcut to Mardi Gras,” West said.
None of the men spoke yet. Instead, just exchanged glances with one another.
“Yeah, the guy at the store told us to go this way,” Barrett said.
“Guy at the store?” one of the men, an older heavyset man with just a hint of a Cajun accent, finally said. “You don't mean Verrill do you? Sits on the porch and mumbles a lot?”
“Yeah, that's the guy!” West said, thrilled to find out one of the men could even speak.
“Hell, son, he don't know right from left or up from down. They shouldn't even let him in public the way he misleads people,” the man said. He was wearing a plain baseball cap which he lifted to scratch the top of his head. Without the hat, it was obvious he was bald on top, but had a long white ponytail halfway down his back.
“I thought that hair was attached to his hat at first,” West whispered to Barrett, eliciting a nervous giggle from him.
“I kinda figured that out, but I wasn't sure how to get out of here. There's not much road left,” Barrett said.
“We can get you back on the road, don't you worry none. By the way, I'm Amos Declan, this is my son Jeb, that's my other son Judd, and that there's their cousin, Delacroix. We're simple folk, sorry if we look a fright. Out here there's a gator or cottonmouth beneath every stump, so we have to carry protection,” Amos said, tapping the gun on his hip.
The other three were moving closer to the car now, peeking into the backseat.
“So y’all on yer way to Mardi Gras, huh? Looking to partay down?” Jeb, one of the skinnier men said.
West and Barrett both stepped back, trying to get between the men and the car.
“Yeah, something like that,” Barrett said.
“I don't want nuthin to do with all that,” Judd said, trying to look into the car past West.
“I went there once! I even seen some--” Delacroix said, showing that the mean looking one, in fact, did speak.
“Yeah, yeah, we know, Delacroix,” said Judd, the other heavyset man. “You saw some titties; we heard that story nigh a hundred times!”
“You boys show some respect!” Amos snapped, pointing at them. “There are ladies present!”
“Sorry, Pa,” Judd said, shamed.
“You know, I see two boys, and three girls. May I ask which of these beautiful ladies is single?” Judd said, grinning a lopsided grin.
“Didn't I just say show some respect boy?” Amos said. “Get the hell away from that car and leave them kids alone!”
The men all shuffled away, and the girls in the car breathed a sigh of relief. None of them had said a word when the Declan boys had been staring at them.
“Listen, fellas. Uh, you know out here it's common decency to call folks by name?” Amos said, a question in the air.
“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Barrett, and this is West,” Barrett said. He had no intention of introducing the girls.
“Okay, Mr. Barrett, we'll get you back to the main road. Just follow me, and the boys will be behind you. It's just a few miles,” Amos said, and the men all filed into their trucks.
“Thank you, sir!” West said, but the men hadn't heard.
Barrett and West climbed back into the car. “See? They aren't so bad!” West said, smiling back at the girls.
“Yeah, if you say so,” Natasha said.
“Ugh, that guy Judd is so creepy!” Jenna said.
Zoe didn't speak.
“How the hell are we going to follow them? Are they going to back down the road?” Barrett said.
The group watched as the pickup backed right off the road and into the woods, almost out of sight.
“No fucking way! He's going to get stuck!” West said.
“GO! GO NOW! DRIVE RIGHT FUCKING PAST THEM, GO GO GO!” Zoe suddenly screamed, scaring everyone half to death.
“Fuck Zoe, what the hell! I was using that eardrum you know!” West said, his sentiments echoed by the grumbling of the others.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN MAKE IT AROUND HIM, JUST GO!” Zoe screamed, nearly hysterical.
“Zoe, honey, calm down,” Jenna said stroking her shoulder.
“Yeah, we know they're creepy but soon we'll be gone. They are just a little backwards, that's all,” Natasha said, patting Zoe's knee.
“Fuck, it's too late,” Zoe whispered, settling back down. The truck in front of them had managed to turn around, and soon Barrett was following behind with the other truck behind them.
“See? We'll be in New Orleans in a little while, and we'll have a few drinks and just chill out. No worries,” Jenna said, trying to cheer her up.
Zoe didn't speak. Her friends had been mostly sheltered, and by sheltered she meant they had only dealt with “normal” people. Zoe's father and grandfather had been bounty hunters, however, and she'd seen these type of people before. The men in the trucks had that look about them; one she'd seen several times before. These men weren't just backwards, or primitive, or uneducated. This meant they were predators, and we were the prey.
Chapter Two
“Yeah, that's a good girl, suck that cock,” Axl moaned as Rosita took him deep. He ran his fingers through her hair as she deepthroated him. She had learned exactly what he liked in the weeks they'd been together. Rosita moaned and did as she was told, accepting the submissive role she had grown into during those same weeks.
Axl was near 5'9, with thickly muscled arms and legs, ripped abs which he had managed to maintain as he grew older. His long brown hair was down past his shoulders, and he usually had stubble on his face as he hated to shave. Women had been known to get lost in his brown eyes, something he'd learned many years ago. He never told anyone his real age, although he was just past forty.
Rosita was a short, tanned Latina with micro-bikini tan lines. She had nice firm tits and a nice ass. Her long black hair and dark eyes just added to her allure. Rosita was twenty-six, several years younger than Axl although, truthfully, they both liked it that way.
Axl was lying flat on the bed and Rosita was on her knees beside him, leaning over taking his dick deep. She moaned around his shaft as she felt his fingers moving over her pussy. She shifted her position and moved her legs apart so he had better access.
She was waxed totally bald, at Axl's request, and she made it a point to keep her tan lines, also at his request. She bobbed her head as he slid two fingers inside of her, wiggling them as they went in deep.
“Yeah, that's a tight little pussy, isn't it? And it's all mine,” he said.
Rosita finally came up for air, gasping as she looked up at Axl. “Fuck yes, that's your pussy, you know it,” she huffed.
“Yeah, so plant it on my face, you hot little bitch,” he said, sliding his fingers out and pulling her onto him in a sixty-nine. She moaned as his rough tongue licked up and down her pussy lips. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, extending his tongue fully to really work it.
“Oh God, Axl, just like that,” she said before inhaling his cock again, timing her breaths so she was able to work him deep. His cock was the perfect size, just thick and long enough she had to work to get it down, but not so big she couldn't take him all the way.
Axl loved the taste of her and grabbed her ass in his hands as he pulled her down onto his tongue. He
slid his rigid tongue into her pussy, penetrating just deep enough to hear her moan against his cock. The two continued the erotic dance for a few minutes, each of them trying to send the other over the edge.
Axl slid his fingers back into her pussy, working two fingers deep and spreading them once he had them inside. She writhed on his face as he sucked her clit at the same time, pulling her mouth from his cock and stroking him absently as she had no concentration left.
“Yeah, tell me again who owns this pussy,” Axl said, twisting his fingers as he fingerfucked her.
“It's your pussy, Axl, it's all fucking yours,” Rosita said, her voice trembling.
“Then climb on my cock and give me what's mine,” Axl said, sliding his fingers out and smacking her ass hard.
Rosita yelped at the spanking but complied, crawling down his body to clamber onto his dick. The two had stopped using condoms a week ago, having made other arrangements. The couple moaned as Axl slid inside of her.
Her pussy always gripped Axl's cock upon entry and the sensation was unbelievable. Rosita put her hands on Axl's knees and started to ride him in reverse cowgirl. She made sure to lean forward and stick her ass out, giving Axl a great view of her tan lined cheeks, as she bounced on his cock, grinding on it. The position allowed Axl to watch as his cock penetrated her, and he put his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the show.
“Yeah, that's it you little slut, ride that dick,” Axl said, biting his lower lip as he watched her hole engulf his dick.
Rosita knew what she was doing and began to swivel her ass as she went up and down. Her ass bounced as she rode and she loved the moans Axl was making at the sight.
“Oh fuck, you are so hot,” Axl said, grabbing her ass and moving her himself, taking control. He lifted her up high, holding her in place, then jerking her down onto his rock hard, throbbing cock. He did this a few times and Rosita was lost in pure sexual bliss.
