Just a Little Fishing Trip by coops181 The sun was almost a little too hot as it past through its

zenith, nevertheless, Rebecca lay quite motionless on the old sun lounge, drifting off every now and then for a few moments as she listened to the birds cry out as they flew lazily overhead on their way to the lagoon not far away. It had been a long night of raucous laughter and drinking and although she did not think she had drunk too much, her head ached a bit -- well more than just a bit. Of course it may have been the result of the long, hot drive out to the camp the day before that had left her somewhat dehydrated -- and not the cheap red wine that had flowed freely, too freely. Yes, just a bit dehydrated, Rebecca thought to herself without conviction, smiling at her hazy memory of the previous evening. Rebecca opened her eyes and even from under her wide-brimmed straw-hat the sunlight glared harshly. It was a hard country, but at this time of year it could be almost pleasant, and one of the best times to top-up an almost perfect tan. She squeezed a great dollop of sunscreen onto the palm of her left hand and applied it quite liberally over her thighs and stomach, massaging the excess in slowly. Then, holding the bottle just above her chest, Rebecca slowly dribbled the white cream onto her breasts, making a figure of eight around each of her brown nipples. With each hand, she gently rubbed the soothing liquid into her mounds of flesh and smiled at the feeling of her own breasts. Although not large by any stretch of the imagination, they were still quite firm -- and quite sensitive. Rebecca gripped a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, taking pleasure in tweaking them gently till they were fully engorged. Then looking down at them she smiled, her husband said they were probably the largest nipples he had ever seen, and yes, they were big; Rebecca had to admit to herself somewhat proudly.

Taking a deep breath as she laid back it was only a matter of seconds before she began to totally relax, life was good and she felt pretty much at peace for a change. The men were not due back until late that afternoon and Rebecca had the camp completely to herself, with no-one in sight for miles she could run around entirely naked if she cared too, and although the thought had occurred to her, she opted for some form of modesty, however brief. So with nothing on but a small bikini-bottom Rebecca revelled in the freedom of the moment. Normally it was hard to not only find the time in her busy life, but also hard to have a moment or two of privacy at home with her teenage son hanging around with his mates. So now to lie around -- almost naked -- and tan up in a wonderfully remote part of the bush was a thrill to be enjoyed! Rebecca lifted the rim of her hat and peered down toward the lagoon some five hundred metres away. She could see the sun glinting off the tranquil body of water through the gap in the trees by the waters edge, just near where the men had launched the dinghy only hours before. Apart from some water birds wading along the edge of the bank catching small fish, she felt she was totally alone. Feeling bolder, for a few moments Rebecca toyed with the idea of removing her remaining piece of clothing to sunbake completely nude. She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl at the bold thought and felt little tingles of excitement flutter through her stomach; it was something she had never done before in her life. "It's sooo nice," she crooned, enjoying her solitude as she toyed with the small orange bows on each hip. Although tempted to pull the end of each bow and allow the bikini to fall open, Rebecca opted to leave the little thing on. Instead, she slid her fingers along the waist-band of the small piece of black lycra and pulled the triangle upward, so it narrowed to within a centimetre. "Mmm..." Rebecca murmured, as she felt the taut material slowly sink in between her smooth labia. "Just ten minutes or so should be enough," she whispered softly to

herself, as she laid her head back against the old sunlounge and parted her knees a bit. The sun warming her recently bared pale-flesh in an instant. *** It had been touch and go as to whether Rebecca was going to come along on her husband's weeklong fishing trip. Her friend Susan had promised to come along for company, but had changed her mind at the last minute when she had learnt her daughter was coming home for the week from Uni. Even though she had ummed-and-aahed, Rebecca's husband, Doug, had not discouraged her in anyway, saying he would like to have her for company. And so she had come along. The trip out to the remote lagoon was arduous to say the least for the last forty kilometres! That part of the trip had taken nearly two and a quarter hours along a rough, narrow track winding through mostly open sclerophyll forest and not another vehicle to be seen! Cranky had taken them out in his old four-wheel-drive. Cranky was Susan's husband. But he had only stayed the night, before heading back home early in the morning, so he too could catch-up with his daughter. Rebecca probably should have given more thought to where they were going to be staying for the week. All she knew was that it was the Dry-Season home of a rather infamous poacher, set up high on the banks of a crocodile-infested lagoon that was some eight kilometres long. The fishing was said to be brilliant, not that that triviality concerned Rebecca at all! She probably should have also packed less provocative clothing too, but did not think of it at the time. How was she to know that two of the three men staying at the camp had been there for almost three months! When they had arrived Rebecca was pleasantly surprised by the little oasis carved out of the bush. Large, shady mango trees and a few

palms along with some patches of recently mowed green grass were a welcome relief from the austere bush they had just travelled through. Rough, but insect proof, with generator power and fresh water pumped up through a poly-pipe buoyed twenty metres from the water's edge, the corrugated-iron and fly-screened camp oozed character. Loads of old photos and rusty bits of memorabilia lined various parts of the walls of the five-roomed abode. All three of the men had made a big fuss of the new guests upon their arrival -- well they had certainly made a fuss over Rebecca, offering her their seats and even their beds to stay in too! Her husband, Doug, didn't really know the other three men. Big Tom, the poacher, was in his fifties, Craig she guessed was mid forties and the third man Johnny was not much more than a boy, probably only twenty if that. Tom was an old associate of a good friend of Cranky's, but that was as close as it got. Cranky had brought out a few casks of wine for them, along with cartons of beer and fuel for the generator. He had a large portable fridge in the back of his vehicle that was loaded with supplies too, once emptied; they had filled it with stacks of frozen fillets cut from recently netted fish. Then they had all started drinking. Rebecca at first did not notice the strangers' eyes glancing her way every now and then as they drank and talked animatedly amongst themselves and she had no reason at all to feel self-conscious, she often wore similar clothes to the short floral-designed skirt and pink tube-top she had on; after all it was the tropics. As the night wore on Rebecca felt obliged to move around the table and fill the men's glasses. Big Tom told one funny story after the other and had her in stitches of laughter, making her feel further at ease -- that and the fact that she had consumed three or more reasonable-sized glasses of Shiraz! Several times she had to steady herself on one of the men's shoulders as she shimmied in the confined space between the wall and the chairs topping-up glasses.

Almost unnoticed, Doug disappeared for a half hour or so at one stage, mumbling something about setting up a tent for the two of them to sleep in. He had thought it inappropriate to bed down with his wife in the limited space of Tom's 'house' he called a donga. "So...how about 'nother refill lil'lady?" Big Tom slurred, lifting his empty glass yet again. Again, Rebecca stood up from her rickety chair and collected the men's glasses to take over to the small bench where the wine cask sat. "Tha's a nice lookin' butt you got there, Bec. Ya don't mind if I call ya Bec?" Tom said cheekily. Rebecca felt her face flush slightly at the compliment, "No, that's alright, my friends sometimes call me Bec," she replied, with her back to the table while filling the glasses. "Whada you reckon, young fella, better 'an some a them tramps back in tha big smoke, hey?" Tom asked Johnny. Johnny gazed at the woman's backside; he could almost see the cleft between her two perfectly symmetrical orbs, thinly covered by the colourful polyester skirt. "Yeh, pretty nice, Uncle." Tom wasn't really Johnny's uncle, but the lad's deceased father had been a close associate of his for many years. The two men had 'history' and Tom felt he should take the young fellow under his wing since the lad had recently gotten himself in a bit of strife. Rebecca turned around with the tray of glasses and caught the young man's gaze raise up her body, momentarily stopping to ogle her breasts as they jiggled bra-less beneath her clinging top. She was only then vaguely aware that her nipples were unusually erect, but as the wine had loosened her inhibitions, she chose to ignore the lad's perving.

"I think you have all been out bush for too long!" Rebecca suggested, setting the glasses down on the table one at a time. "Nup...you're a looker any day, Bec my dear," Tom countered. Rebecca thought she would blush at the old man's compliment and smiled, shrugging her shoulders and cocking her head to one side, "If you say so." Moving between the confined space at back of Tom's chair and the wall she staggered forward a little and felt the big man's hand grip her around the waist, supporting her. "Steady, Bec," Tom said with a wry smile on his face, his hand holding her slim waist firmly. "Maybe ya would like ta sit on me knee, hey? Talk about tha first thing that comes up...whadda ya reckon?" Rebecca laughed a little nervously, but said nothing. The old man took her silence as a nod of acceptance and pulled her in even closer. Rebecca looked around the table at the bemused looks on the other three men's faces. Even Cranky was silently watching them through his drunken, bloodshot eyes. She felt Big Tom's hand slither down her waist to her buttocks and he squeezed them gently. "Yep...you got a ten outa ten arse, luv," he murmured in her ear, caressing her flesh somewhat firmer. "Thanks Tom...I...I better sit down now," Rebecca said meekly. Big Tom let his hand wander down to the hem of her skirt, then he slowly slid his fingers under the material and in small circles he worked his hand back up. "Wearin' one a them g-bangers, hey luv..." Tom observed drily.

Rebecca stood motionless, she felt like she couldn't move. She didn't know what to do. It was not just the wine she had consumed, it was the whole scene. Normally Rebecca did not associate with people she regarded as below her social level, but she did not want to appear too aloof now; she did not want to cause any trouble and guessed it was just a bit of harmless fun, something her friend Susan would probably have laughed off too in similar circumstances. Sensing her acquiescence, Tom openly rubbed Rebecca's buttocks, working the back of her skirt up higher. "Gimme a look at them little undies of your's." Not waiting for a reply, Tom put his glass of wine down and reached over to boldly raise the front of her skirt. "Tom...Tom...I...I don't think you should...Tom please," Rebecca stammered, with one of her hands resting on his shoulder for support, the other hanging limply by her side. "Nice! Hey Craig...see 'em?" Tom asked his friend sitting half a metre away. "Take 'em off her Uncle, give us a look at her gash!" Tom laughed at his young charge's suggestion. "Can we 'ave a look then Bec?" Completely bewildered, Rebecca remained motionless! She felt his calloused hand continuing to squeeze and rub her bare buttocks -and she still said nothing. Her heart was racing and her breathing was shallow. She glanced around the table -- and the men waited. Rebecca closed her eyes when she felt the big man's fingers touch between her legs and rub slowly up the front of her g-string, hooking in to the top of the band. Tom pulled the top of her underwear away and peered in.

"Hey...that looks fuckin' nice down there...fuck all pubes ta get caught in a bloke's teeth, hey Bec?" "Gis a look, Uncle, gis us a look at her cunt too would ya!" Johnny asked excitedly. Inexplicably, Rebecca remained frozen on the spot, her eyes clamped tightly shut and she felt Tom work his hand into her panties, drawing them down her hips lower and lower till one of his fat fingers nudged at her flesh, working her apart. "Ya like that missy?" Tom sniggered suggestively. Rebecca opened her eyes partially; Johnny was leaning forward watching intently while the other two men sat with bemused grins on their faces. Her legs felt like jelly and she thought she would collapse onto Tom's lap at any moment! The wire door slamming shut in its metal frame brought her back to reality almost instantly and Tom removed his hands hastily from her warm flesh and pushed her away toward her chair as she straightened up her clothes. "All a bit quiet in here now aren't we?" Doug commented as he walked back into the smoky room, completely unaware of what had just transpired. Rebecca had only stayed up with the men for about another twenty minutes after that. She knew she had blushed uncontrollably with guilt when her husband had looked her in the eye, which did not go unnoticed; of course she had blamed it on the wine! Upon excusing herself from their host, old Tom had insisted on a goodnight kiss. Just a peck on his cheek he had said. Doug had even encouraged her to amuse him with the honour! The big man had turned his head just as she leant forward to kiss him and planted his slobbery lips firmly on hers for a moment longer than was polite -- but then what he had been doing to her earlier was anything but polite! ***

The squawking of a flock of corellas brought Rebecca back to the present. She did not think it wise to tell her husband what had taken place the night before. This was the first break he had taken from work in a couple of years and she certainly did not want to spoil things for him. He deserved a break without any worries for a few days at least, why concern him with Tom's little indiscretion? After all it was only a bit of a feel, wasn't it? Of course Rebecca was still very concerned, never had anything like that happened to her before, she was just not that sort of woman! What would have happened if her husband had not come back inside when he did? She had dreaded the thought so much she had seriously considered returning to town with Cranky that morning, but was amazed when she was awoken by his vehicle leaving before she had a chance to ask! Now she was stranded until he returned to pick them up in a week. She was fairly sure what had happened -- or more precisely, what had nearly happened the night before would not be repeated if she was careful. Or so she had hoped. "Cheeky old bugger," she said to herself as she analysed what she may have done to contribute to his unwelcome advances. "If it was the clothes I am in trouble," she reflected with a sigh, all she had brought along was of a similar fashion, with the exception of a pair of cut-off jeans that were nearly two sizes to small! She decided to give the alcohol a miss, or a least limit her intake when around the dirty old bugger! Rebecca picked up her book from next to the sunlounge and read a few more pages with a high degree of difficulty in concentration, before finally giving up and laying back to just relax some more in the pleasant heat of the early afternoon's sun. Several minutes must have passed and Rebecca started to drift off again. She was just in that phase of slumber of total relaxation when she became aware of a shadow blocking out the sun's warm rays, snapping her out of it, much to her chagrin.

The shadow moved away slowly -- a cloud she had guessed without raising her hat to see. Her body was soon bathed in warmth again and almost absently, she reached down to her bikini and pulled the material to one side, rubbing herself briefly for a moment, lost in her thoughts again. Almost reluctantly, Rebecca removed her fingers from her sex and pulled the bikini upward between her labia again, only this time she opened her legs slightly wider allowing the lycra to rub her delicate button for a few moments. She hoped Doug did not stay up drinking too long when the men returned from fishing. She felt she needed him tonight! The sun disappeared behind the clouds again and Rebecca frowned in annoyance. Five more minutes and she would roll over and work on her back some more, then she would give the sun-worshipping a rest for awhile. Maybe chop up some vegetables for the evening's meal. Something wasn't quite right, she felt and still in a shadow, Rebecca lifted the brim of her hat to see how much cloud was around. Maybe she would call it quits earlier. "Shit!" Rebecca gasped, "How long have you been standing there?" It wasn't a cloud, less than two metres away stood the youth, Johnny! "You got nice titties too, Bec." Rebecca had nothing to cover herself with except for her straw hat, quickly she sat up pulling her legs upwards and at the same time she placed the hat over her naked breasts! "I...I thought you had all gone fishing!" she exclaimed, ignoring his bold observation. "Nup...three's enough in that little boat...specially with all the grog and stuff."

Rebecca was still shaken, "How long have you been standing there?" she demanded. Johnny stood looking down at her smirking. He was only wearing a pair of footy shorts, shiny black ones with a pair of white stripes up either side. "Well?" "Long enough...long enough. Would ya like me ta rub some of that cream on your back? Maybe put a bit on that pretty butt of yours too?" "You're not funny. I thought I was alone...in private! You perv!" "Hey...don't mind me...but aint you the prissy one now! Seem to remember ya not minding the attention of Uncle Tom last night when ya husband was busy out back puttin' ya condo up." Rebecca eyed him shrewdly, he was overly confident for a young man, too confident. He continued to stand before her unflinching. She noticed he too was deeply tanned, his youthful body hairless and without a trace of fat. Two large gold rings adorned his nipples and a small crucifix hung from a thick chain around his neck. She couldn't help but notice that his tight shorts did little to conceal his manhood bulging over to one side almost horizontally. "How 'bout I get us a cold beer each? Would ya like that?" Rebecca sighed, "Yep, okay." Johnny smiled, "Back in a minute." What choice did she have? She was about fifty metres away from her tent where she had left her clothes naively; she did not even have a towel with her, just the stupid hat and a book, and of course her little bikini bottoms! She watched him walk briskly toward the camp and considered her

options. What difference did it make now if she got up and walked to her tent almost naked? He had most likely seen more than enough already -- hell, he had probably even watched when she masturbated! Rebecca delayed for too long and she heard the wire door slam just as the lad reappeared from the shadows of the mango trees carrying two cans of beer in coolers. Quickly she reached down and straightened up her bikini in an attempt of modesty. "Here ya go then...get that in ta ya," Johnny said after opening the can and handing it to her. Johnny took a long gulp and belched, then looking down at Rebecca he said, "So...how's about a fuck then...before your ol'man gets back?" Rebecca was just sipping her beer and nearly choked at the young man's frankness! "I...I beg your pardon! "A fuck...how about a fuck? I reckon you need one...and I certainly know I need one. Been three months stuck out here with just me and Mrs Palmer and her five daughters. Fucken worse still, four months in the can before that with only an occasional head-job off some faggot! Fucken just hangen for a root! I couldn't believe me luck when you showed up here yesterday." Rebecca was totally gobsmacked! "Hey...I've been pretty much a gentleman about it I think. Could 'ave just mounted ya before when you was layen here fingering yis self. But nup...thought I would ask ya first." Rebecca felt a flurry of panic in the pit of her stomach and her mouth went dry. She looked down at the landing by the lagoon in a forlorn hope that she would see her husband returning.

"So whadda ya reckon? Out here with mother nature or back in there on me Uncles big double?" Rebecca took a deep breath, "Johnny, I am sorry if I have given you the wrong idea, but I am not someone who does that sort of thing. I am happily married. What happened last night was exceptional; it will not happen again, I assure you. I now realise I should not have come here. It is not the place for a woman such as me." "Crap!" Johnny moved toward her impatiently and roughly tore the hat away from her chest, startling her with his speed and strength. Quickly he gripped her around the throat and pushed her back against the sunlounge. "Where do ya wanna do it? This'll be the last time I ask ya." "Please...don't do this to me...I...I'm sorry for making you mad." Johnny felt the power surge through his veins. Instantly, it gave him great shot of adrenalin to see the woman almost cower at his touch! She had dropped her can of beer and was attempting to dislodge his hand from her throat. Johnny held her easily. His breathing was rapid. He looked at the fear in the woman's hazel eyes then glanced down her body. Her breasts heaved with exertion and somewhat curiously Johnny noticed her nipples appeared to be fully engorged. "Fuck me...you got fucken big nipples!" He took another gulp of his beer, finishing it, and then tossing the can onto the ground. "Fucken nice bod for an ol'broad I gotta say, lady," he said licking his lips, his hand still gripping her neck.. "My neck...you're hurting me...please let me go...please."

Johnny looked Rebecca in the eye and slowly released his grip on her throat. He watched her swallow and tenderly rub her reddened throat with relief. Johnny lent down toward her breasts. "No...please Johnny...leave me alone...please," Rebecca pleaded, her hands attempting to push him away. The young man looked back up, and grabbing both of her hands, he pushed her arms above her head. Then he lent down again, and when his mouth was mere millimetres away from her right nipple, he flicked his tongue out over the swollen flesh. "Nooo...this can't be happening....pleeease noooo." The young man drew her long fat nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as he moved his head away till it was stretched out some three centimetres to finally pop out from his lips with a smacking sound! Manoeuvring her hands together he was able to hold them both with one of his, freeing his other hand to wander down the front of his victim's body. Rebecca recoiled in horror when she felt his hand move between her legs to touch her sex through the thin material of her bikini bottoms. "Alright...alright...you win...Johnny...you win. But not here...inside, you can take me inside," Rebecca said breathlessly. Johnny stopped nursing on her breasts and looked up at her. His hand was still between her legs. "Sure?" "Yes...sure." He stared at her face a little longer and he smiled; she looked utterly

petrified! Johnny thought this was going to be better than hunting those big lazy crocodiles in the lagoon. Rebecca felt him pull her bikini to one side roughly. "Orright then...but first...I want ya ta open your legs for me, like when you was rubbing ya cunt before when you thought you was on your own." "Can't...can't you just wait till we get up to the house?" "Fucken open 'em, or I'll smash ya in the chops!" Rebecca could feel the tears well-up in her eyes and she bit her lower lip. "Open 'em!" Reluctantly, Rebecca relaxed her thighs, allowing her legs to part slightly. She grimaced when she felt the young thug run his fingers up and down her slit several times, slowly working her open. "That's enough...please Johnny, let's go inside..." Johnny was impressed; she had a smallish pussy with just a strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair above smooth puffy lips. He could not wait to get his cock in there! "Fucken feels orright...don't it? She didn't answer him, and he prodded at her for a few moments longer, relishing in her obvious discomfort, before removing his hand and releasing her. "Go on then...get ya arse up there bitch...you gonna get some hard young cock!" Rebecca sat up; covering her breasts, then swung her legs around to the side of the sunlounge and stood up on shaky legs. She looked down at her tormentor with loathing and turned to walk up to the

donga. "Wait on..." Johnny reached out and roughly pulled on one of the ties to her bikini bottoms. Rebecca squealed in astonishment and as she rapidly swung her head around to glare at him, her long ponytail flicked outwards with the momentum, the sunlight catching the burgundy-coloured highlights in her otherwise shiny black mane . She looked at him with an almost horrified expression on her fine features but with her hands already covering her breasts nothing stopped the flimsy piece of clothing from falling open. She stepped away in retreat but Johnny held her bikini firmly, watching the thin orange ties stretch almost to breaking point, then offering only a slight resistance, there was an audible tearing sound and the strap on the other side of her hip gave way. With surprising ease he yanked the bikini from between her legs leaving her standing there completely naked! "That is a fucken 'A' class arse, lady," Johnny observed lustily, as she turned and hurried away from him almost sobbing. Johnny watched her gyrating buttocks with desire as she nearly ran up toward the donga; they were full and round with not a hint of sag he noted with admiration, and her narrow waist only accentuated them further, a fine tan line framed her firm orbs perfectly. "Not too fucken bad for an old bitch," he mussed as he stood up casually, "Voluptuous...that's it...she's got a fucken voluptuous figure," Johnny said, astounded at having come up with such a word out of his usually limited vocabulary. He watched Rebecca disappear into the shade of the mango trees and moments later he heard the wire door slam shut. Without haste, Johnny sauntered after the woman, his cock straining to be released from his tight shorts. Soon, he thought to himself, sniffing his fingers that had recently explored her sex. Rebecca was absolutely beside herself with fear. Tears were running

down her cheek and her heart pounded rapidly. Where on earth could she hide? Standing naked just inside the doorway, she looked back out through the fly screen. He was coming! She had to do something, quickly! "Hey Rebecca! Get yourself on me uncles bed...don't think he will mind. An' if youse any fucken good...which I'm sure ya will be, ya may even get to do ol'Tom too! Like that idea?" Johnny reached for the door handle. It was locked! "What cho playen at bitch...fucken unlock this door!" Johnny rattled the door with frustration a few times, then peering in through the wire he tried to spot his victim. "You better be jus' waiten for me with ya legs spread on Big Tom's ol' bed...ya hear me smart arse? We got hours to play this game...but before ya lame husband gets back...I am gonna fuck ya. You hear me!" Johnny snarled through the doorway. It hadn't bought her much time but it was enough. Without being seen or heard, Rebecca had snuck out the side door, grabbing a dirty bath towel off the back of a chair as she passed. With leather sandals now on her feet she was able to move faster over the patchy green grass toward a burnt off area between the donga and an old building she had noticed earlier on. Undetected, Rebecca found an entrance to the disused shed that was partially hidden by a large banyan growing out to one side of it. It appeared to be a former bunkhouse or something she noted. Rubbish was strewn almost everywhere and the shade-cloth walls were partially melted from the heat a recent grass fire. Moving slowly, Rebecca tip-toed into the gloomy interior toward a darkened corner nearby where she hoped she could hide. Pulling the towel around her naked body tightly, she looked at her watch. Probably four hours to go till the others returned, she thought. She did not like her chances. If only she had thought to grab a knife or some other weapon from the donga!

Johnny had walked around to the back door of the donga, it too was locked. He peered in through his uncle's bedroom window that was devoid of glass but fitted with a sturdy flyscreen and metal grill arrangement. He could see she wasn't in there...waiting, as he had told her. "Where are you...ya smart bitch?" Come on out an' suck on little Johnny's cock! I know ya wanta." Johnny entered through the side door and made a quick search of the place, even looking under the beds. Of course she was nowhere to be found, but he knew she had to be around somewhere. Walking back outside, Johnny looked at his options. There were several run-down sheds out the back, an old generator shed with a collapsed roof some thirty metres away, and a little further on were the remains of a sawmill used for cutting bush logs many years ago. Several derelict cars and small trucks littered and area to the north of the donga which could offer someone a place to hide, Johnny thought, but as rusty and as hot as they would probably be inside, he discounted them. "Rebecca!" he called loudly, "come on honey...don't be silly now...fucken big king-browns out here, ya know, don't wanna get bit by one of them fuckers...kill a little woman like you in minutes!" Johnny advised. He had honestly seen a few of the snakes around the area since his arrival too, they gave him the creeps. "You'd be much safer with my snake...no fucken poison in him...just good thick sprog...ya gonna love it!" he called, chuckling at his own mirth. Johnny walked around a bit more, past the shower and toilet shed and over to the silver-domed tent Doug had set up under a small coconut palm the night before. He stooped down and glanced inside, and as he expected, she was not in there either; far too logical. Standing up straight he looked around some more...and then he

noticed it. Of course, the old guest house! The run down building stood more than fifty metres away and was almost hidden from view by the large banyan tree that was slowly strangling the iron-clad structure. He walked over to the edge of the mowed grass to where the loose dirt driveway divided the camp from the recently burnt-off stubble on the other side. Looking down at the drive way he walked along it slowly for no more than ten metres when he spotted what he was looking for, and smiled wryly. Kneeling down, the young man inspected his discovery. He had become quite the bushman since his uncle had taken him in and he knew he would never have thought of looking for someone like this back in the city. Small as they were, Rebecca's foot prints spanned out across the dusty track and made a beeline directly for the old banyan tree. Johnny stood back up smiling and unhurriedly, he walked back to the donga -- he needed another beer first! Nearly half an hour must have passed since she had hidden herself Rebecca thought with renewed confidence. The dingy place smelt of burnt plastic and musty clothing and old ceiling fans hung lifeless from the blackened rafters where electrical wiring dangled limply in places. She guessed someone had put considerable effort into building something like this so far away from anywhere and she was saddened by its neglect. One more fire and it probably would collapse completely, she thought. Looking around further, she noticed several old bed frames were lined up dormitory style along one wall, all but one were devoid of mattresses and their spring bases were covered in cobwebs and bird droppings. Rebecca couldn't imagine a place more decrepit and she clung to her towel and soon became aware she was shaking. Through a small hole torn in the side of the corrugated cladding that appeared to be the result of a shotgun blast, Rebecca peered out back up toward the camp. She couldn't see any movement, or hear anything. She bit her lip softly in trepidation of the long wait she had

to endure before her husband would finally return. "Please, Doug, please hurry," she prayed solemnly. "Found ya!" Startled, Rebecca turned toward the bright sunlight of the doorway where she could plainly make out the silhouette of someone standing there! "Hi ya Bec." "Ooh nooo...please...nooo..." Rebecca sobbed. Johnny walked inside, stepping over the rubbish carefully with his bare-feet. He stopped just a couple of metres from Rebecca and took a long gulp from his can of beer, emptying it and tossing it to one side. "Nice place you've chosen to have sex in, hey, you old romantic!" he said, sardonically. Rebecca looked at him ashen-faced from her cornered position and clutched her towel tightly to her chest. Johnny took a few steps forward and reached down, gesturing for her hand. "I think Uncle Tom's dirty old bed woulda been betta 'an this...but what ever turns you on, babe." When Rebecca failed to take his pro-offered hand Johnny reached further and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to her feet effortlessly. He looked around and noticed the bed frame that still had a sole mattress laying skewed on it, and without a word he dragged Rebecca over to it. "Whadda ya reckon? Good enough for our first fuck on then?"

"Please...Johnny...this isn't right...it will be rape...you know that don't you, Johnny. You can stop this now...I...I promise I won't say anything." He just smiled at her cruelly. Her begging was actually turning him on even more. "Just fucken stand there for a moment while I straighten some of this mess up," he ordered. Letting go of her wrist, the young man grabbed the edge of the filthy mattress and flipped it over in a small cloud of dust. The other side did not appear to be much better, as it too was covered in stains and small rips, but there were no bird droppings on it. "Maybe we'll put that towel down too...give ya something ta lie on while I'm fucken ya." Johnny reached for the front of the towel but Rebecca held it firmly in defiance. He changed tack instantly and grabbed her long ponytail instead, pulling her head to one side, causing her to cry out in pain! "Orright then, you can take the fucken towel off an' lay it down!" he yelled. Rebecca clutched at his hand that was pulling her hair, trying desperately to break his grip, but instead she felt herself being manoeuvred around until the back of her legs were pressed up against the bed. Now instead of trying to pull the towel from her, Johnny pushed her away and almost in slow motion Rebecca fell backward and onto the filthy bed. On reflex she had put her arms out behind her and she had lost her tenuous grip on the towel and it now lay open beneath her in disarray. Frightened beyond belief, she screamed as loud as she could, "Help! Pleeease somebody, heeelp meee!" Johnny grinned evilly at her, "Finished? Ya just wasting ya fucken time yellin' out...no cunt around here ta hear ya for miles."

"You do this and I will definitely tell my husband...I will go to the police too...as soon as I get back to town...I mean it!" "Fucken tell ya big dumb husband...I don't give a fuck! Tell ya what...if you don't wanna tell 'im, I fucken well will! Tell ya something else to...if he wants ta start something with me, I'll fucken bite his fucken big nose off his stupid looking face!" Johnny screamed back at her. "Tell the fucken coppers? Ya won't get a chance, bitch! I'll fucken root ya all week first...and so will the other two I reckon! Then both you and dickless wonder could just have a fucken accident swimmin' with them bad-arse fucken crocs out there! How's that fucken grab ya?" Rebecca looked on horrified at the complete transformation of the young man in front of her. He was almost certainly crazy, she thought. So shocked was she at his outburst that she had not even noticed that she lay back quite naked, one of her legs over the edge of the bed and the other bent up at the knee, her heaving breasts in full view. "Right now? You got it? Look, we can do this one of two ways...kicken' an' screamin' and I'll fuck all your pretty little holes twice before ya husband returns...or...you can make it easy on ya self. Whad'll it be?" Johnny stood there next to the bed with his hands on his hips, looking down at the frightened woman. His fierce gaze went from her face down her trembling body to between her slightly parted legs, her pudenda was now on full display. "Fuck, that looks nice...can't wait to get me cock in there!" he said calmly. He smiled when she moved her hand to cover herself in a fruitless attempt of modesty. "Well?" Rebecca felt like crying again, but she held back her tears bravely and tried to think of what her options were. Unwittingly, she had literally backed herself into a corner when she chose to hide in the old

shed and she knew there was no escape now. Fighting the boy was useless of course as he was much too strong for her. Selfpreservation is a very strong emotion in most people and Rebecca now feared what would happen if she antagonised the crazy youth any further. She looked back up at him; he stood over her like a predator about to take his kill. It was probably a woman's worst nightmare; she thought to herself forlornly, but what choices did she have? She closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek and felt a hand on her knee, rubbing up along her inner thigh till it reached her own hand that was partly covering her. Rebecca put up no resistance as her hand was lifted away from her loins, only to be replaced with his. And she let out a little whimper when his probing fingers began to explore her delicate folds. "Jus..just once...okay?" she said softly. "What! I didn't quite get that." "I'll...I'll let you do it to me...just this once...please...I...I'll make it good...and no one needs to know. Okay? Please...I don't want my husband to know," Rebecca said softly. "Righto...sounds fucken good to me," Johnny said huskily. He reached down with his other hand and pushed her thighs apart wider allowing him to insert a finger deep into her vagina and then he thrust it in and out contemptuously several times before removing it and bringing his hand to her face. "Suck it!" Rebecca looked up at him, resistance was futile of course and her lips parted as he pushed his digit inside her mouth. Johnny watched her as she licked and sucked her own juices off his fingers for a few moments longer, quietly bemused by her final capitulation, then he stood back up.

Rebecca looked on with quiet resignation as the young man undid his shorts and pushed them over his narrow hips and down his muscled thighs till they fell down around his ankles on their own accord. "Well...whadda ya think? Pretty good for a little skinny cunt, hey?" Rebecca wasn't quite sure why, but she did look, and he was right. His penis was rather long and thin, with a pronounced curve to the right. She had not seen too many men naked in her time and had been with even less so she did not have a lot to compare of course, but he was certainly above average. She watched as he stroked himself several times, his hand stopping just short of his very pronounced knob that splayed out like a toadstool, the tip quite pointy though. Johnny looked down at his victim. He thought it may have been better if she put up a fight right until he got his cock in her. Still, his persuasive argument that had her finally submit had a wonderful aphrodisiacal effect on him, that and the line of amphetamines that he had snorted earlier on. Rebecca watched her assailant move closer to the bed till his leg touched hers. Looking up at his cruel, almost black eyes she could tell he was transfixed on what lay between her open thighs and she did not move as he knelt down on the bed, positioning himself between her knees. "Nice...I like the way you got it all trimmed up like a fucken porn star." "Just be quick...please...just get it over with, okay?" Rebecca said solemnly. Johnny looked up above Rebecca's head; there jammed in the old wrought iron bed frame was a crusty old pillow, still with a dirty and faded looking, yellow pillow slip. He reached toward it and pulled it free, releasing a small cloud of dust. "This'll do nicely...lift that pretty bum of yours up a bit would ya."

Rebecca looked up at him slightly bewildered. "Fucken said ya gonna make it good...so lift ya fucken arse up would ya...before I get mad again!" Rebecca repositioned her legs and reluctantly, raised herself up. Johnny quickly folded the old pillow in half and wedged it beneath her buttocks. "Tha's better, can see me target now...open them thighs up some more would ya...yeh...that's it...beautiful," he said lasciviously as he moved in closer. She closed her eyes. Tears welled up, and she held her breath at what was sure to come next. There was just a single flick at first...that was all she felt, then another. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she felt him whack her pubic bone with what she knew would have to be his penis. He did that several more times, causing her minor discomfort. Suddenly, Rebecca had a horrible thought! "Johnny...could you...have you....Johnny have you got a condom?" "What! What the fuck for? I got no fucken diseases...and you look clean to me!" Rebecca opened her eyes and looked up at him, "I...I don't want you to come in me...promise?" she pleaded, "Please...don't come in me." Johnny laughed, "Pregga's? I get it...ya don't wanna get fucken pregga's." Rebecca sighed deeply, "Please?" He didn't answer her. He ignored her totally, pushing her thighs further apart till her feet came off the bed. Her hole glistened from his pre-cum he had rubbed on there and he rubbed the underside of his long penis along her flesh, drawing out her inner labia like a

welcoming flower about to bloom. "Oooh...mmm...gentle...please...aaah," Rebecca sighed, breathlessly as she felt him slowly enter her. She was tight, nice and tight, Johnny smiled wickedly to himself. He watched his large helmet disappear into that beautifully tight entrance that some women have, and felt it pop through the other side, drawing him in deeper. "Nice...fucken nice, Rebecca, I'm sure gonna enjoy this," he said hoarsely moments after his penis had penetrated her completely. She was the oldest broad he had ever stuck his cock in, and certainly the first married one, but he could not remember a tighter entrance since his first girlfriend a few years ago. So silky too! Rebecca opened her eyes and looked down her body at the toned young man between her thighs. She took a couple of deep breaths and watched her breasts rise and fall each time and noticed her nipples were standing up like overripe mulberries. "Just do it would you...get it over with you bastard...go on!" Rebecca snarled at him, thrusting her hips forward only to force his cock in even deeper, she wanted him to finish -- quickly! Johnny kept relatively still; he watched the dark-haired woman's vain efforts to get him to move. Quite ironic really, he thought humorously. "Fucken steady on, bitch! We got hours, an' I'm gonna make the best of me first root in over nine months!" "But...but we made a deal! Just once remember...and...and no one needs to know...Johnny?" "Hmm...yep...tha's right...one fuck...one loooong fuck! You gonna love it too I reckon...I can feel the heat in your cunt already...you gonna love it!" Johnny withdrew his long slug till just the tip was in the woman's slick

hole, hesitated for a moment, then just as slowly as the first time, he sunk into her hot flesh again. He could not only feel, but he could see her juices oozing out as he slowly withdrew again. With his thumbs either side of her pubic bone, he stretched her flesh open to discover her shiny pink clitoris appeared fully engorged and protruded from her hood a centimetre or more! "You lookin' like you'se enjoyin' it already...hey?" Johnny said smugly, just as he flexed his hips forward to once again penetrate her deeply. It was certainly not what Rebecca was expecting. She had guessed that not only his youth, but his admission of forced celibacy would have had him thrust away at her pussy rapidly to climax in possibly minutes! His control worried her. And little did she know that the speed in his system would give him stamina that was almost beyond her wildest dreams? She looked up at the young man between her legs again and watched as he gradually picked up the pace, her small breasts jiggling back and forth with each long stroke, her dark, distended nipples hard as rocks. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...you...bas...tard...ugh..." Johnny rubbed her clitoris in rapid circles with the fingers of one hand and yanked and twisted either of her long nipples in turn with the fingers of his other hand, "Hold ya fucken knees back for me, would ya...humf...humf...yeah, that's it, now I can see better!" He smiled at her; this was going to be good!