A Long Weekend at Lake Agony

by Matthew Lee

  “Can you fuck me again? Are you recovered enough?”

  Her frankness shocked me. By way of answer I gripped the back of her head and forced her mouth down on my penis. She eagerly sucked me fully hard again and then mounted me, straddling my hips and fucking herself senseless on my dick. She came really hard, bucking and jerking, and I shot her full of my jizz a second time.

  We both fell asleep pretty quickly after that.

  The next morning we rose early, bathed, ate a light breakfast, and then headed out on another hike in the opposite direction of the first. Our path took us past the parking area and our four boys were all saddled up and ready to ride. I caught disappointment on Amy's face before she managed to hide it.

  After talking with them we discovered that only Taylor was actually leaving. The other three were making a supplies run into town and asked if we needed anything. Amy seemed to cheer up when she learned the three of them would be staying. I answered we were fine but thank you for asking but then Gideon asked Amy directly and she surprised me.

  “How about a bottle of wine?” she said. “I'm not really a beer drinker. Or something harder? Whiskey maybe?”

  Gideon laughed. “You got it, Princess.”

  He turned to me.

  “Quite the firecracker,” he said, indicating Amy with a jerk of his jaw.

  “Yes, she is,” I responded, doing my best to seem like a cool dude too.

  With a roar the four of them sped away. Amy and I continued our hike, her in front, me behind. Once we had left everyone behind I pulled up even with her.

  “Whiskey?”

  She blushed a little.

  “Yeah,” she began. “I thought it might be fun to get a little tipsy around the campfire tonight and I sure didn't want to drink twelve beers to do it. If you don't want to it's no biggie. We can tell them I have a headache.

  I filed that one away. I had mixed feeling about the possibility of a campfire sing-along with three hard as nails biker men and I was more than a little uncomfortable with how easily Amy liked the idea. Were those rough and rugged men exciting to her? We certainly didn't have any friends like them. We move in fairly Bohemian circles so we're comfortable being outside the social norm, but these villains were way outside. I wondered if Amy was drawn to that. Gideon was right; she could indeed be a “Little Firecracker.”

  Our hike was amazing but it was long. We stopped to eat three times and only made it back to camp at sunset, dirty and tired. I thought Amy would either cancel our little party with our neighbors or had forgotten about it completely, but she surprised me.

  “Baby, I have got to wash off. I feel disgusting. Will you go tell our friends we'll be over in about an hour?”

  I dropped my backpack by the tent. “Sure Honey,” I said, and cut through the trees that separated our camps, almost breaking my neck on a branch in the dark.

  Brian and John were seated by their fire smoking some weed. I let them know our plans if they were still interested. They were. I glanced around for Gideon and Brian saw me and let me know Gideon had wandered off to look at stars. I excused myself with a see-you-later.

  Back at our tent Amy had already left for the lake. I thought about checking on her but I wanted to not walk for a few minutes. My legs were exhausted. The night air still carried all the heat of day so I stripped off my shirt. Amy returned not long after. She gave me the flashlight and entered the tent to get dressed and I left for the lake. I couldn't wait to get under that cool water and soak my achy body.

  The water felt as good as I'd imagined. The cloudless sky was packed with stars and I gazed up and marveled at them. The moon wasn't up yet but it was just over the horizon and the pale glow from it already illuminated the tree line. What a perfect moment. I floated and contemplated my place in time and space.

  Eventually I heaved a deep sigh and scrubbed. Once clean, I paddled for the shore. When I got back to our tent Amy was gone. I was a little irritated but stopped myself; this wasn't a dinner party. I pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, slipped on a pair of sandals and headed for their camp.

  Brian, John, and Gideon sat equally spaced around the fire. All of them had their shirts off. My wife sat between Brian and Gideon, but much closer to Gideon, and had on shorts and sandals and that goddamn tiny white bikini top. I know she loved the attention but showing that much boob in this crowd made me uncomfortable. An empty folding chair awaited me across the fire from Amy and over by John. I took it. John tossed me a beer. I disliked that Amy and I were separated but didn't whine about it.

  Gideon brought a whiskey bottle to his lips and drank, then passed it to Amy. I watched my wife swallow a large mouthful. Oh boy, I thought, this could get sloppy fast. Alcohol affects petite Amy quickly. After that hike and not much to eat, I expected she'd fall asleep within an hour.

  But she didn't.

  The guys all shared stories from their road adventures and I have to admit, they were highly entertaining. I was right about their lawlessness and a propensity for violence as several stories involved fights and getting arrested or fighting cops. Brian and John did most the talking with Gideon chiming in only when asked. After a while Brian fired up a joint and passed it around. I saw Amy take and hold a pretty big hit. I knew I'd be carrying her back to bed. Amy and I talked briefly about how we met and our jobs but the guys really did all the conversational work. All of us got pretty high.

  I caught Amy checking the guys out several times, especially Gideon's massive and hairy chest, but I caught the guys gawking at Amy much more.

  John started a story about the scar on his hand and Brian trumped him with a scar on the leg story. They went back and forth a few times, showing new scars and trying to impress everyone when John stopped and looked at Gideon.

  “Dude, show them that scar on your stomach.”

  Gideon waved him off, shaking his head.

  “Seriously Gee, you can win this contest hands-down. Show us.”

  I looked at his bare stomach but saw nothing but smooth unbroken skin.

  Gideon smiled but held up a hand. “No, thanks, I'm good right here.”

  John stood up and dropped his shorts, then showed all of us a circular scar on his ass.

  “Boom! I got shot!” he shouted and everybody laughed. He waved his naked butt at us and Brian threw a small rock at him. When John turned to sit he pulled his shorts up but all of us got a look at his exposed penis. I quickly glanced at Amy to see her reaction and discovered she was staring right at it.

  “Come on,” Amy said to Gideon, “Show us. You can't let him beat you like that. A butt scar wins? Say it isn't so. Show us this King of Scars.”

  Gideon raised both eyebrows. He and Amy locked eyes for a minute.

  “Alright,” he finally drawled. “Just remember you asked.”

  Gideon stood over his chair and unsnapped his jeans. He hooked his thumbs and pulled his pants down to his knees and as he wore no underwear, his magnificent cock and balls swung free and in the fire light everything looked even bigger. He was almost as thick as a beer bottle, covered in coiling veins and arteries, and topped with a head as large as a plum, which pulled the whole thing earthward. A twisting, pencil-thick scar ran from just below his belly-button across his lower abs and part-way down his groin, but nobody was looking at it. All of us were looking at Amy.

  Her mouth had fallen open and her eyes were glazed. She'd absentmindedly brought two fingers to her mouth. Her nipples were screaming hard and straining at the thin fabric of her bikini top. I was filled with dread by my wife's reaction. It was time to leave. I was about to stand up and say good night when Gideon started speaking.

  “I was out numbered two against one. I'd been talking to this sweet little mama all night when her husband and his buddy show up and decide they don't like me talking to her and needed to teach me a lesson. I beat both their asses bloody but not before the husband stuck me with a steak knife from a nearby table. Doc said eighth of an inch either way and I bleed out in thir
ty seconds. Lucky me. Bitch was hot though.”

  Silence. All of us are staring at his cock, his scar, and Amy. She lifts the whiskey bottle and takes a gulp.

  “Can I see it close up?” she asks.

  What the fuck?

  Gideon smiles. “Sure.”

  Amy leaves her chair and I watch my wife kneel before another man. I'm about to protest and I glance at John and Brian for their reactions and I see two pair of hard eyes looking back at me. Their message is clear. My protest dies in my throat.

  Amy gets her face less than a foot away from Gideon's scar and of course that means she's even closer to Gideon's cock. My stomach is a burning knot of acid. Amy examines the scar but doesn't touch it. She looks up at Gideon. His penis is almost touching her chin.

  “That looks like it would hurt,” she says.

  He chuckles. “Only at first. You get used to it pretty fast.”

  “I bet. It's so long and frightening. I'm sure you've shown it to many others.”

  “No. You'd be surprised how few. I really need to like someone before I let them see it.”

  Their little flirting game was pissing me off. We all knew what they were really talking about. I hated how close she was to him.

  “I guess that means you like me?” my wife asked.

  “Very much. Do you want to touch it?”

  “May I? It's very thick.”

  Amy on her knees was having an effect on Gideon. His penis began to swell and his big testicles slowly lifted until they hugged his body. Amy drug a fingertip several inches along his scar. His penis had risen enough that I saw the head press against her throat. Amy swallowed hard when she felt it touch her. The fucking thing was enormous. His balls were big enough to hold a pint of cum each. Fuck this. I stood, ignoring Brian and John.

  “Amy? That's enough. It's time to go Honey.”

  She looked at me with glazed eyes. The whiskey and weed had clouded her thinking but I was still shocked by the raw and naked lust in her eyes. My wife wanted this man! When she didn't stand up right away I said it again with more force.

  Amy turned her attention back to Gideon, or, more accurately, back to Gideon's cock. The beast had stiffened to the point it pressed against her throat from sternum to chin; a pink and tan python of pure baby-making pussy destruction. She was gazing up his stomach into his eyes. He was smiling.

  “Looks to me like she wants to stay a while longer,” Brian said. “Maybe you should smoke a little more. Have a drink. Relax. Ain't anybody getting hurt. Sit back down.”

  Somehow his use of the word “hurt” carried a little menace in it. Maybe it was actually my imagination. Either way Amy didn't budge so I sat back down. Amy bit her bottom lip. She furrowed her brow. She turned back to me.

  “Honey, I'm so sorry. Would it be okay? I just want to touch it. That goddamn weed has me horny as hell. You're right here with me so it's not like I'm cheating. Can I?”

  I was angry and hurt. I knew she wasn't talking about his scar. Where the fuck had all this come from? I thought of a dozen shitty things I could say to her but none of them came out. Something was happening inside my brain. Somehow my gorgeous wife, tits barely covered, down on her knees, huge manly cock right next to her, somehow all these elements were combining in my head into something other than rage. She looked good. She looked insanely sexy. She looked like the hottest porn star I'd ever seen but she was my wife and somehow that was making all this much more exciting. I was angry and excited and nervous and confused and intimidated, but there was no way I was going to tell her okay, touch his dick. No way. I struggled with my response. I was frozen.

  Amy wasn't.

  Taking my silence as a form of acquiescence, Amy pulled the finger from his scar and trailed it down. She was still looking at me when her fingers encircled the base of his shaft. I noted they did not meet on the other side. She lifted the heavy shaft until the head pointed straight up. His dick was majestic. What an inspiring pillar of masculinity. I was kicked in the stomach by a sudden jolt of pure jealousy, but not regarding my wife. Why couldn't I have been born with a penis like that? I really wished I had one. I stared at it intensely.

  I realized she was still looking at me but now she was smiling. She had seen something in my eyes and now knew she could proceed. We would work all this out later. She turned her attention fully back to the monster in her hand and I was forgotten.

  Amy brought her other hand up to cup and then massages his balls. They overflowed her palm. She began stroking the shaft, a loose sheath of skin gliding up and down his tower of flesh. Gideon rested his fists on his hips and moved his knees so his jeans fell to his ankles. Amy's strokes picked up speed.

  Gideon continued to grow bigger and harder. Soon Amy's hand wasn't holding him up at all, instead sliding rapidly from head to base. Her breathing was increasing as fast as his was. She roughly grabbed a boob and pinched a nipple through her bikini top.

  Gideon let her go for a while and then untied her top at the neck. I stood up to protest but John kicked my chair. I looked back at him and he and Brian had their dicks out and were jacking off watching my wife. Brian's dick looked pretty big too, bigger than it had when they bathed.

  “Sit,” was all John said.

  I hesitated long enough to retain some self-esteem and then I sat. The movements of her hand back and forth made her top slowly peel away from her breasts until with a tumble both were exposed. She reached one hand around and untied the knot in back and her top hit the ground. The wobble of her large tits as she jacked off Gideon was hypnotizing.

  Amy brought her other hand up and used both to jerk him. His rock hard cock extended way past both fists. He let her work at it a little longer and then he looked at Brian and John.

  “That's enough of this shit,” he stated. “Remember Reno?”

  They both laughed and stood up, kicking off their shorts. In two steps they were on either side of Amy. They hooked their hands under her arms and lifted her to standing, then unsnapped her shorts and pushed them down her thighs. I was shocked to see she wore no panties. She was less sure about what they were doing than she had been about the hand job, but still, she didn't tell them no, she didn't tell them to stop. When her shorts hit her ankles, she stepped out of them. My beautiful wife was naked in front of four men.

  Should I have started a fight? Should I have attacked them and tried to drive them off of her? I considered it. What stopped me was Amy herself. Her face was a mask of excitement. She wasn't worried or afraid at all. She obviously did not want them to stop. She may regret this later when she comes down, but for now she was all for it.

  Brian knelt and slipped a tongue up her pussy as John leaned in and sucked a nipple. Amy gasped with surprise but made no move to stop them or back away. In fact, after just a few seconds she hooked one leg over Brian's shoulder and behind his head and pulled his mouth tightly against her cunt. He dove in, licking and sucking until Amy was moaning constantly. John switched from breast to breast.

  Then the guys stopped as abruptly as they'd started. Standing on each side of her they placed her arms across their shoulders and behind their necks, and then, each taking a leg, they lifted my wife off the ground and spread her open, aimed right at Gideon and his huge erection.

  Too late I understood what was coming. Finally I was driven to action.

  “Hold it!” I yelled. “Okay guys, you've had your fun. This is way too far. That's my wife for God's sake. You can't do this.”

  “Sit!” John ordered again.

  “No,” Gideon commanded. “He's right; this is his wife. Let him speak.”

  I stepped up in between Amy's wide open legs, blocking Gideon. I ripped my eyes away from his immense and throbbing erection and met Gideon man to man..

  “This has gone too far,” I repeated. “We're all high. Really high; weed, whiskey, beer. Amy's not herself. She'd profoundly regret this come tomorrow morning.”

  Gideon looked past me.

  “Is that true Fi
re-Cracker? Are you out of your head? Are you too high to know what you're doing?”

  I turned to my wife.

  Amy had wickedness in her eyes I'd never seen before.

  “No,” she admitted. “I'm not that high. I'm sorry Honey.”

  I felt Gideon step up next to me. I felt his huge arm go around my shoulders.

  “Sorry fucker,” he chuckled. I glanced down at the massive meaty spear jutting out from his hips. “Looks like she wants this as much as I want her.”

  Amy looked at me again and I saw sympathy and compassion in her eyes but it was mixed in with lust and intense desire. Her eyes darted down to Gideon's hard cock and an exasperated groan spilled from her throat. Her head fell back.

  “God!” she exclaimed. “I can't stand it! Don't make me wait anymore!”

  Gideon shook me. “That's gotta sting,” he said. “Your pretty bride so hot for another guy's cock? Ouch.” He turned to face me. “Randy, most women don't know they are drawn to big cocks until one stares them in the face, and then nature takes over.”

  Amy heard him and her head came back up. She nervously licked her lips.

  Gideon stroked his rampant organ a few times. I was shocked at how hard it appeared.

  Amy hips were making small circles like she was trying to capture his dick. Brian pulled her leg a little farther apart and my slutty wife actually moaned.

  “Do it!” she hissed.

  Gideon gave my shoulder a light punch.

  “As you wish, Princess,” he teased, still looking at me.

  His cock led him like a lance. He was an Arthurian Knight on horseback, easing his mount forward. As his cock approached Amy she began to whimper. Her legs began to tremble. He stepped up between her legs and the distance between Gideon's cock head and my wife's pussy shrank. I perversely noted her inner lips had swollen and blossomed, and now peeked out from her outer lips. Her wetness was evident from five feet away.

  Gideon paid me no more attention. He was focused completely on this new conquest, this hot, sexy, married bitch that hungered for his meat. He held the shaft way down at the base with one hand while he splayed her pussy with the other. My heart was breaking. My mind was gripped with panic. I thought about grabbing a rock or stick and attacking them all, and if Amy had been fighting them that's what I would have done. But this wasn't rape. She was frightened but in a good way, like an imminent roller-coaster ride. The desire and anticipation on her pretty face killed me but I could not look away.