Samuel shrugged. “Might be.”
We hurried out of the water, dried off as best we could but not good enough to have the clothes feel comfortable on our wet skin. I complained that we should have better towels than the skimpy hand towels we’d brought.
“No worries,” said Samuel, “we’ll be out of these clothes soon enough.”
We hid behind some bushes. And though the sun had nearly set, there was still enough light so that we could see Ruby come into view. We watched, delectably, as she made her way down to the shore, find a spot in the clearing and take a seat on the grass.
“You’re on,” I said to Grayson and gave him a pat on the back for encouragement.
At the distance we were spying from we couldn’t hear what the two of them were talking about. I wondered how good of an actor Grayson was. I bet he was pretty good given that he had a face you could trust and a devious playful mind.
Grayson and Ruby walked back towards the bushes we were hiding behind. Soon I would need to spring out from behind them and attack. We’d decided to be swift and decisive; take her in unbridled—though consented upon—fury.
I was filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I’d never attacked a woman, pretend or otherwise, and was starting to have my doubts as to whether or not I’d be able to go through with it.
“The enemy’s approaching,” Samuel whispered.
Ruby followed alongside Grayson but darted her eyes around nervously. “I think maybe we should stick to the trail,” she said.
“No, by the water’s best,” said Grayson, “don’t you think?”
“Maybe. If you insist.”
“Oh, I insist,” said Grayson.
They were only a few paces from the bushes. I feared the loud pounding of my heart would give away our position.
Grayson put a hand on Ruby’s back and turned her to face the lake. He pointed off in the distance. “That peak over there, its name is Wally’s Thumb. But people from around here, we just call it The Stump.”
“It looks more like a stump than it does a thumb,” said Ruby.
Samuel and I looked at each other, nodded simultaneously then sprung into action.
I was behind Ruby and put a hand over her mouth before she’d even registered what was happening. Samuel grabbed her legs and lifted her while Grayson caught her flailing arms and pinned them to her sides.
She squirmed in vain, tried to scream, but my hand muffled her call for help to a murmur.
“And now,” I said, the excitement adding an aggressiveness to my voice that surprised me, “we’re going to show you a different kind of stump. Three big thick stumps, in fact, that are going to pound your pussy until you pass out.”
We carried her to a small clearing in the bushes a few feet away. Even if there was anybody within a mile of us, nobody would be able to spot us behind the bushes. Samuel told her as much, in a voice deep and menacing.
We set her down. I knelt behind her, pinning her head in between my legs with my hand cupping her chin and keeping her mouth shut.
Samuel, in surprisingly quick and furious fashion, unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them off her.
Once her jeans were off, she kicked at Samuel. He caught her leg and pulled it up over his shoulder. “Feisty, aren’t you?” he said, as he licked his lips and laughed. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
“Please,” she murmured.
I loosened my hold on her chin to let her speak.
“Please, don’t. I’m a virgin and my wedding’s only two days away.”
“By the power invested in me,” said Samuel, and he pulled out his python already fully erect—Samuel doesn’t need time to get in the mood—“I now pronounce you our piece of ass to do with as we please.” He put his hand to her crotch, pulled her panties to the side, and slid his fingers into her pussy. He spread her labia and pounced on her, entering her with a groan.
Ruby threw her head back and let out a cry.
Her face was against my crotch, and my stiffening cock was aching to be released from the confines of my pants. I unzipped and let it free.
I slid my hand from her chin down under her blouse and cupped her firm breast. With my other hand, I grabbed her head and turned her to face my cock. Her lips brushed against the shaft, and I too let out a faint moan of pleasure.
“Hold her legs,” Samuel said to Grayson who grabbed her at the knees and pressed her legs covetously against his chest.
Samuel was fucking her so hard her chin smacked against my hip, leaving me cock hard and in the wind. So, I shifted, aimed for her lips, and pulled her head tight.