Bonsoir, je cherche une personne assez bonne en anglais pour traduire le texte anglais ci-dessous, google traduction n'était pas super performant pour retranscrire un texte de ce genre :)
Larry watched as his friend let go of Lisa's hair and she sat up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gus handed Stumpy a can of beer and congratulated him heartily. Lisa grabbed her beach towel that lay nearby and wrapped it around her naked body.
"Can we go now...please?" Lisa asked quietly, kneeling down with her legs folded beneath her.
Stumpy had planned on fucking her too but she had surprised him with her excellent head-job. He knew he probably wouldn't get another erection for some time and he expected the old dero to come back to reclaim his camp again soon. Pity. He could see that Gus was starting to look a bit anxious and had re-dressed. Maybe they should fuck off, he thought.
"One more to go...Lisa..." Larry sneered. He had released Chris's long cock from the confines of his board-shorts and was stroking the length. "Just one more and you're free to go."
"What...what do you mean...that's enough...surely...you've all had your fun...can't we go now?" Lisa stammered nervously, unsure of what he wanted now.
"Your forgetting ya young boyfriend here...he's got something for ya too, haven't ya Chris, me mate?" Larry informed her.
There was a brief silence from Lisa as Larry's obscene suggestion sunk in.
"You have to be joking...Chris? I'm not going to do anything with Chris, thankyou," Lisa responded adamantly.
"Hate ta tell ya Lisa...but this is how it is...either you and Chris have a nice little fuck...or...ya friend here is gonna first suck my cock and get me all hard...then I'm gonna fuck him...comprende?"
More silence for a moment. Then Stumpy laughed wickedly. He loved it. "That Larry, what a sick puppy. This is going to be good," he thought to himself.
"And while I'm fucking Chris here...you can probably be entertaining my friends some more...I know that the big fellow over there would just love to have your ass, too."
In the dim light Lisa looked over at where Gus now lay. He had undone his jeans again he was slowly stroking his cock with a big cheesy smile on his face.
"Oh nooo...I couldn't...he's...nearly young enough to be my son...I...I couldn't..." Lisa trailed off aghast.
"Wanna watch him suck my cock then, hey bitch? Nice friend you are."
Both Lisa and Chris remained silent. They avoid each others gaze and sat still nervously.
Larry used his knife to cut Chris's bonds and dragged him over to the mattress by the flickering light. "Hold her down would ya. Nah...better still...sit her up on the table."
Stumpy grabbed Lisa under the arms and forced her to stand while she clutched at her towel tightly. Chris looked downcast near her feet as Stumpy snatched the towel off Lisa and threw it to one side then pushed her back against the old table. With a sweep of his arm he brushed aside the empty beer cans and rubbish from the surface of the rectangular table clearing it completely.
"Get ya fucken pants off Chris," Larry ordered, he had his knife in his hand and he held it threateningly. Reluctantly, Chris complied, then stood trying to cover his groin with his hands. "Move ya fucken hands an' show the lady what ya got for her, me boy," Larry demanded, while waving the knife under Chris's face.
Larry's ministrations on Chris earlier had left him quite hard and Lisa looked away suddenly when he removed his hands, exposing himself to her from only a few feet away. She felt embarrassed, which was odd she thought, after all she had seen him naked for most of the day at the beach.
Stumpy whistled when he looked at Chris. "What a beauty!" he exclaimed.
"Ave a look lady, it's all for you ya know," Larry told Lisa.
Lisa was leaning against the table; she was covering her nudity with her hands and was looking off into the surrounding dark bush trying to avoid the naked young man standing before her.
"Fucken look bitch," Stumpy bellowed angrily at her, twisting her head around roughly
Lisa looked at Chris's handsome young face; his eyes were downcast. She thought he looked ashamed, but for a brief moment when he looked up and met her gaze she noticed something else, a look like the one she had noticed earlier at the beach after he'd playfully pulled her bikini down. "Was it lust," she thought, detecting his mixed emotions.
Her eyes momentarily glanced down his body. His smooth tanned chest flared out above his flat stomach. She looked lower. Then she saw it. He looked fully erect now and she certainly had not seen anything so large before in her life. He had to be half as long again as Dave is, at least, maybe nine inches.
"Go on have another look Lisa...big isn't it...even bigger than mine...and ya had a bit of trouble with me...at first," Larry teased. "Go on young fella...get in the saddle...give 'er one...ya know ya wanna."
Slowly Chris moved forward. Gently he touched Lisa's shoulder. "I...I...I'm sorry..." he said, almost in tears. He was embarrassed by his erection, he wished that he was unable to obtain one under the present circumstances but wondered then what would be their fate; would the men carry out their threat? Chris was young and virile, he remembered more than once being on a train on the way home and sitting near a pretty girl that caught his eye; occasionally he had not been able to disembark when his stop came because of his uncontrollable erection. Sometimes it just happened, like at high school. He had to admit that the sight of Lisa had turned him on; he couldn't help it. He knew he would have sex with her. For two reasons, one; he did not want to suck another mans cock then be fucked up the arse, and two; he did not want anyone, even these arseholes, to think he was gay, something he had been accused of numerous times before today. He would prove he was not.
Chris looked into Lisa's eyes, almost asking for her permission with his solemn stare. He ran his hand up and down along her arm caressing her gently. She returned his look.
Stumpy pulled up one of the chairs from nearby. He wanted to watch this. Gus moved the gas lamp closer to the table and sat back down on the edge of the mattress. Larry stood nearby menacingly, with the knife still in his hand.
"Kiss her...go on, give her a fucken kiss, young fella," Larry ordered again.
Chris bent his head down and placed a hand behind Lisa's head, gently drawing her up to him. Their faces were only centimetres apart. She closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. Gradually Chris moved his mouth closer still. Their lips touched briefly, and softly.
"A fucken real kiss...stick ya tongue down her throat...do it," Larry sneered.
Chris sighed. He moved closer still. Their bodies were now touching, although Lisa's hands were still in front of her. "Can I?" he asked quietly into her ear. He could feel his hard cock pressing against her bare flesh. She didn't respond at first, then she lowered her right arm that had been covering her breasts and placed her hand on the small of his back.
Chris tilted his face and brought their lips together again. This time he lingered. This time she allowed her sweet lips to be parted by his probing tongue and he embraced her. The kiss lasted no more than ten seconds before they parted again. He thought she tasted a bit funny, probably cock-breath he guessed, but her lips had been soft and responsive. He had felt her tongue with his as he explored her mouth briefly.
Lisa looked over Chris's shoulder at Larry. "Please don't make us do this...it's so unfair. He's a nice boy...I...I don't think I can?"
"Choice is yours lady...either ya let him fuck ya, or...you can watch him suck your juice off my cock while me mate over there bends you over the table and fucks your little bum-hole." Larry pointed with his knife over towards where Gus sat, slowly stroking his erection.
Lisa really felt like crying now. Chris still embraced her warmly and was tenderly running his hand along her side. She did feel a sense of comfort being in his strong arms after her recent ordeal with their tormentors. Her mind was racing, what choice did she have she wondered. She sighed against Chris's shoulder then lowered her left hand from covering her groin and brought it around to rest on his firm buttocks. His large cock now pressing against her stomach.
"Can we lay on the mattress?" she asked with resignation.
Larry loved it. The power. It excited him. He could be such a bastard, he knew. "See Chris...knew she'd let ya do it. Bet she just can't wait ta 'ave that big fuck-stick of yours splitting 'er cunt lips wide open."
"Lay 'er on the table. I wanna see properly when ya's start," Larry ordered.
Chris hesitated a moment not wanting to force Lisa to lay back. Then Stumpy moved forwards and grabbed Lisa by the arm pulling her backwards. The edge of the table was higher than her thighs and pressed against her buttocks. Lisa cried out at the discomfort, reaching down to the table with her hands to support herself. She was forced up onto her toes as she was pulled backwards further. Chris reached down and lifted her slightly so as to ease her buttocks up onto the table's edge just as Stumpy forced her to lie back completely. It was not a comfortable position for Lisa as her legs were still draped over the edge of the table.
Chris looked down at her. Stumpy was holding her arms back above her head, forcing her breasts to lift high. She had closed her eyes again. Chris's eyes wandered down her naked body, from her heaving breasts, past her flat stomach to her pussy. Because her legs were still hanging down, her pubic bone with its little strip of hair, jutted out invitingly, her outer lips looked moist and slightly parted, her delicate inner lips just protruding. She looked fantastic to him and he felt a fresh surge of blood rush to his already large erection, making it grow even harder.
Lisa was not at all comfortable. She had to raise her legs, resting the soles of her feet on the very edge of the hard table. She couldn't believe what she was about to do and truly hoped her ordeal was going to be over soon. Chris moved closer to the table and touched her knees that were resting together. She couldn't look. Slowly and gently her knees were parted; she offered little resistance but could still not look. Her ankles were next to be held and moved apart. She felt thoroughly exposed to her young friend now and was completely taken by surprise by what happened next.
Chris had knelt down and brought his face close to the centre of Lisa's spread thighs. She smelt musky, a sweet clean aroma that excited him even further. His tongue darted out brushing against her folds momentarily. He felt her shudder at his touch. He licked her again, this time his tongue followed her crease up to her clitoral hood with its little gold ring. He flicked his tongue around several more times quickly, and then with the fingers on his left hand he worked her smooth skin apart exposing her small erect clitoris.
Lisa moaned at his touch. She just loved to have her pussy licked, her husband for all his other shortcomings was an expert at cunnilingus; so too apparently was this young man now between her legs. She momentarily forgot where she was as Chris lapped away enthusiastically.
Stumpy released her arms and watched as the young man worked on her cunt. She seemed to be enjoying it too, he noticed. Her pelvis was gyrating side to side and rocked back and forth with increased speed and vigour. She moved her recently freed hands down to the back of Chris's head, pulling him in closer still. Stumpy licked his lips at the sight of Lisa's hardened brown nipples protruding nearly two centimetres above her puckered areoles. He was about to lean down to suck on them when she started to writhe about.
Chris could sense it. He couldn't believe at how soon it had happened. It can't have been more than a couple of minutes. He felt her grip on his hair tighten and pull him in even closer. He had trouble flicking his tongue on her pebble hard clit now and merely rasped her rapidly as best he could with his face mashed against her thrusting groin.
"Oh yeah...oh yeah...don't stop...oh yeah..." Lisa trailed off as her orgasm swept over her suddenly. She never could last very long with Dave, and Chris was now no exception! Lisa raked her nails into his shoulders several times in her final throes of ecstasy. She was only now barely aware of a finger in her hot pussy.
Chris could feel her orgasm subsiding slowly around his inserted finger. He was totally surprised at how strongly her vaginal walls had contracted and pulsed around his finger numerous times. Never before had he known a girl to cum so hard.
It had been a smart move on Chris's behalf. Lisa just had to have a cock after her husband Dave brought her off this way. Her lust was now completely overwhelming, she needed filling, she needed cock and quickly, before the effects of her beautiful orgasm wore off completely.
"Come on...get up...do it...just do it...hurry...I need it...now..." Lisa said urgently while trying to pull Chris up by his wrists.
Lisa looked down her body at Chris when he stood. Her partially glazed eyes focused on his face, his mouth and chin looked shiny with her juices. Quickly her eyes travelled down his firm young body to his rampant erection. "Oh my God," she gasped, he looked huge. She knew he was well hung but only now that he was fully erect, and so close, could she appreciate his size completely. Lisa reached down to touch him. Her hand closed over his big purple knob oozing its pre-cum. Chris rested his hands on the inside of her knees, holding them apart. He moved in closer still. A light breeze wafted through the trees intermittently.
They were both oblivious to the three men watching them intently from around the table in the dim light, and certainly unaware that one of them, Larry, was using Lisa's phone to take some photos of their coupling.
Chris could see his recent ministrations to Lisa's hairless slit had opened her up like a blossoming flower. He watched excitedly as Lisa's hand moved up and down his length several times grasping him firmly. He allowed her to bend his hard cock down, lining him up with her opening. He moved forward slightly and felt his cock-head touch her softly. She then rubbed his knob up and down her pussy roughly, spreading her legs further. He was having trouble containing himself now and began to jab at her tightness in his eagerness.
"Come on...get it in...I want it...fuck it...fuck my little pussy..." Lisa cried desperately, barely able to contain her own excitement any further.
Chris watched her continue to rub herself open with his cock. He could see the combination of their juices slick up his large bulbous knob. He applied some more pressure, then eased before trying again. The thin lips of her inner labia were forced back inside each time he pushed in. Gradually, he began to make some progress.
When Lisa felt his cock-head enter she reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling him in further into her straining entrance. She felt him partially withdraw then drive in harder again. She could feel her tight opening stretching to accommodate his girth with his every urgent thrust.
Chris could feel her juices flow around his cock as he tapped into her depths further. Her face looked enraptured; she was biting her lower lip; her eyes glazed again.
Amazingly for such a small woman she was coping well. The fucking she had received earlier had no doubt helped too. Chris withdrew almost completely again, the delicate folds of her inner labia wrapped around his shaft and was drawn out, past her smooth puffy outer lips, straining around his girth. Finally he thrust himself in deeply, touching her cervix with the tip of his cock for the first time in her life. Her eyes opened wide at her shock.
"What do you think?" Chris asked quietly, while gently working himself in and out slowly.
"Umm...it's big..." Lisa mewed softly, her hands gripping the sides of the table to steady herself as he increased his pace. She could not believe what she was doing; she was a married mother of forty-three for God's sake, on a table fucking a young man. But she couldn't deny the fact that she was enjoying it...immensely.
"Knew ya could do it young fella...she's fucken lovin' it man...give it to her..." Larry finally broke his silence at the scene before him.
Lisa had her legs up high; Chris had reached around and was tweaking her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He really wanted to suck on them but was unable to bend down close enough without his cock withdrawing partially. He was now thrusting into her vigorously and she was moaning loudly with obvious pleasure. Every now and then a small amount of cum that had been deposited earlier escaped past the tight seal her labia had around his shaft and trickled down between the cheeks of her backside.
Stumpy took a swig of his beer and prodded his mate Gus. "Told ya, they're all just fucken sluts...as soon as ya get a cock in 'em."
No one noticed what Larry was doing. He had figured out the video recording settings of Lisa's expensive phone and was taking some footage of the couple on the table going for it, making sure he got some shots of their faces. He was even able to sneak a close-up of Chris's weapon as he buried it deep into Lisa's straining cunt. He knew the light was poor and he hoped it turned out clear enough.
Chris knew he was not going to last too long, he hadn't had a fuck in more than three weeks and had also missed out on masturbating the past two mornings. Besides all that, the velvety walls of Lisa's tight pleasure tunnel caressed his sensitive glans continually with his every stroke, driving him nuts. He thought that she was close also; her hips rocked up to meet his every thrust harder now and she was grunting words of encouragement to him.
"Aahh...aahh...oh yeah...that's it... yeah...bang it Chris..." Lisa cried breathlessly.
Larry timed it perfectly. He watched the young man's hard buttocks flexing back and forth with increased speed and vigour. He could tell the slut was close to coming also. He moved forward closer to Chris, ready.
"What the...hey...what's happening..." Chris cried out in surprise. He was only moments from coming when he had been violently grabbed around the neck from behind. Suddenly he was off balance and felt himself stumbling backwards. His large cock made a popping sound as it slipped out from the grips of Lisa's wet hole. He tripped and as he fell backwards who ever had him twisted him around so he landed face first on the sandy soil.
"Tie her up too," Larry ordered his two friends who were standing slightly bewildered next to the table.
Lisa looked up at the two men in sudden fear unsure of what was happening. Stumpy quickly held her down by her arms as Gus rummaged around looking for the extra rope they had brought along. "Roll her over," Gus sneered, standing back up with the rope in hand, still sporting an erection.
Chris felt his arms roughly secured with cable-ties behind his back. "Why? Why didn't you wait until we had finished...I don't understand?" he asked.
"Youse were both enjoying it a bit too much...she married ya know...not meant ta fuck around when ya married," Larry sniggered sarcastically at the prostrate young man facing the ground beneath him.
Lisa cried out.
Fear gripped Chris's belly; he wondered what was in store for them now?
* * *
Old Timothy staggered back to his darkened camp. He had appreciated the beer the stranger had given him earlier, but it was all gone now. Usually he had a couple of drunken friends in tow but not tonight, the others had decided to stay on the park bench and sleep it off around at the other beach where they had been for the past few hours. Nicer breeze there, when it was balmy like tonight, they had told him. He knew that was bullshit, it was just because they were too lazy to walk back the couple of kilometres in the dark.
"Fuck 'em," he grumbled to himself as he searched his pockets for his cigarette lighter to light the old gas lamp he could just make out hanging nearby.
Timothy adjusted the knob on the lantern so it cast an even light around his camp. He turned around to survey things and nearly had a heart attack at what he saw. There on his table lay a completely naked woman, a young woman, probably only thirty-five or so, quite pretty with blond hair. She was on her back and looked back at him with equal surprise.
Timothy's eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he noticed that she had tape over her mouth. He now realised that she was also tied spread-eagled to the four points of his table.
His eyes drank in her nudity and he licked his lips approvingly. It had been a long, long time since he had seen a woman as attractive as this naked in his presence. He glanced down past her breasts past her navel-ring to her open thighs. He had only seen manicured cunts like that in magazines and he marvelled at the sight of a real one in the flesh.
"Looks like someone has left me some dinner," he chuckled as he stared at her reddened pussy. "Or is it someone's left-overs?"
Lisa looked up horrified. Please don't let this dirty old man touch me, she wished to herself.
She need not have worried too much. Old Timothy was rarely blessed with an erection these days and as pretty as he thought she was the alcohol reduced his chances even further. She was lucky Timothy's drunken friends had not come back though, neither of them would have had the same problem.
Timothy admired his find a bit longer. Tenderly he ran his callused hand up along her thigh past her mons Venus and touched the little gold ring protruding from the top of her slit. "Never seen nothin' like that..." he murmured. He felt her skin shudder at his touch. He ran a finger down her hairless slit and caressed her moist folds, slowly peeling her labia apart with his touch. He then noticed a trickle of cum had oozed out and pooled on the top of his table. "Just been fucked too, I reckon, hey missy?" he slurred out loud.
Lisa struggled against her bonds frantically and tried to scream through her gag. "No not again. Is this why those bastards left me here tied up helpless? To be fucked by some drunken old dero?" she wondered.
Timothy heard a noise from behind. He stopped what he was doing and looked around to see a young man tied to the foot of a tree several feet away. He was also gagged with tape but Timothy could tell he was pissed off. He was a good man at heart and could rarely do any harm to anyone. "Better let 'em go I suppose...see what their story is," he sighed.
* * *
They were both still silent for the moment. The traffic was light at this time of night. Chris finally spoke up when Lisa drove past the entrance to the closest Police Station.
"What are you doing? Why are you going past? Stop! We have to tell the police," he asked, totally confused.
"We can't. No one can ever know," Lisa stated bluntly. "I...I would be ruined if it got out, this in only a small place Chris. What do you think people would think of me? A successful small businesswoman...repeatedly raped after taking a young male friend to the nudist beach. 'She asked for it' they would all say. My whole life would be ruined. I would never get any work here again. My kids would be sneered at in school." She stopped for a breath. "And I don't know what my husband would think." Lisa hesitated a moment. "No one can ever know, Chris, I mean it!"
She kept driving. "Apart from our feelings and some money stolen we are both unhurt...just forget about it."
"Don't forget about your phone," he reminded her absently.
"I wont...thanks!" She sounded annoyed that he had bothered to mention it.
Chris couldn't believe she could be so cool about the whole event. He looked across at her profile; her face was illuminated by the glow of the dashboard lights. Her face was determined. She was certainly made of stronger mettle than he had previously thought.
Lisa kept driving, she thought back to old Timothy and their recent escape. After he had released them, he then assisted as they gathered all their belongings and while he watched them dress, Chris had blabbed their story to him. The old man denied knowing their attackers. Timothy then quickly led them back along the winding track to the car park. All he had wanted was a carton of beer in return. She had promised she would come back in a few days with his reward, as the three men had stolen her money and she didn't have her bankcards with her. The cagey old man had insisted on a surety, the only thing of real value she had on her was her gold watch. Lisa would definitely return with his beer, the watch had great sentimental value to her as Dave had given it to her many years ago as an anniversary gift.
"Quick...hand me a tissue out of the glove-box!" Lisa snapped. She felt the trickle run down between her legs and tried to catch it before it stained the upholstery of her new car. She was suddenly reminded of the last act of degrading humiliation that the bastards had put her through. They were nothing more than animals, she thought. After they had dragged Chris off of her the short one had rolled her onto her stomach on the table. Then the younger thickset one pulled her to the edge of the table and had tied her ankles down next to the table legs. Without ceremony he had moved up behind her and quickly penetrated her with his cock, jabbing away several times before complaining that she was all 'stretched'.
As Lisa drove on she felt the anger rise in her at what happened to her next. They had promised not to if she had taken on Chris, which made it even worse. She tried not to think about it. She didn't want Chris to know either, no one must know. Luckily for her, she thought, he wasn't built like the tall one, or worse, like Chris. Her rapist had pulled out of her pussy and forced himself into her almost virginal anus. All the lubrication from her pussy had greatly assisted his penetration. Lisa tried to console herself that after the initial discomfort it was not all that bad when she was able to finally relax her sphincter muscles. He had used her for nothing more than a receptacle and slammed into her mercilessly before shooting his load as far in as he could go. No man had ever done that to her before!
"I am truly sorry Lisa...it was all my fault..." Chris choked on his words obviously upset.
Lisa looked across at him, she thought he looked like he was about to cry. Poor sensitive Chris, she thought. It should be me crying. She reached over and felt for his hand. He grasped her small hand back.
"It'll be all right Chris," she said soothingly. "You'll be back in your own home in another day. Just put it all behind you."
Chris felt better at her touch. He sat quietly, enjoying the warmth of her hand. He was suddenly aware of his painfully swollen testicles. He had experienced the symptoms numerous times before. He had the dreaded 'blue balls' syndrome and they needed release. He thought back to their coupling earlier. "She had wanted me in the end, hadn't she?" he asked himself.
"Lisa...can I ask you something?" Chris did not sound his usual confident self.
Lisa hoped he wasn't going to say something about her last ordeal. She had hoped he had been facing the ground still when she was anally raped. She really didn't want to talk about that incident.
"As long as it is not about what happened back there. I want to try and forget about it."
"Mm...ok. No it's not about that. It's more like a favour." He said hesitantly.
"Not another favour Chris, surely?" She looked back over at him. He seemed to be sulking. "All right, what is it?"
Chris looked back over at Lisa. He took a deep breath, what did he have to loose. "Do you think we could...sleep together...maybe tonight...before I have to go home?"
* * *
"Aahh...aahh...oh yeah...that's it....yeah...bang it Chris..." It was about the tenth time Larry had played back the short video clip on the phone he had stolen from their victim the night before. He loved it.
The three of them were now well on the road to new adventures over West. Maybe find some more sluts to fuck like the good looking old slut they had all fucked at the beach last night. Yeah, that had been a classic. Best one ever!
"Wonder if the old dero and his drunken mates got into her when they got back to the camp?" Gus thought out loud. "She had a fucken tight little arsehole...I gotta tell ya."
"Yeah, so ya keep telling us," Stumpy growled. He had actually been the only one not to fuck the woman properly. Tried to after Gus had her arse and they rolled her back over. But he couldn't get it up again so soon after the head-job she had given him earlier. Pity, he thought. Next time he's going first, maybe.
They pulled into a petrol station and filled the long-range tank to the old four-wheel drive and bought some supplies for the trip ahead using most of the money Larry had stolen from the blond bitch's handbag.
Larry watched the video clip one last time; they would be out of phone range soon so he decided to get on with his plan. His final nasty little plan. Searching through the contact list he quickly found the name 'Dave', he knew it was there 'cause he had checked it out the night before. Stumpy might have been a bad bastard but Larry was an evil bastard. He chuckled wickedly as he bundled the still photos and the video clip together then pressed 'send' selected the recipient 'Dave' from the contact list and finally hit 'send' again. Marvellous thing modern technology, he thought as he observed the 'Sending Message' scrolling across the small colour screen, then he dropped the expensive phone in a waste bin.
* * *
Dave still had another three days to go before he left the isolated community where he had business and headed home. He had spoken to his wife Lisa on the satellite phone the night before as he was still well out of normal mobile phone range. She had told him that she had dropped Chris off at the airport that afternoon and that he had enjoyed his stay immensely and passed on his gratitude. Dave stirred her up about sunbaking with the young Chris and hoped she hadn't teased him too much. Lisa had hinted to him that she 'may have' shown him just a bit too much. Something about that little bikini he had bought her recently, the one she couldn't wear in front of the kids, being transparent when wet! This admission made Dave laugh; he couldn't wait to hear all the details when he got home. He still thought his wife was very attractive and said to her often that she would have no problem 'pulling' a young man if she wanted. He stirred her about it regularly and had tried to encourage her to be a bit more 'provocative' on occasions. Of course he didn't know how he would react if she actually took him up on some of his dares, after all he used to get so jealous if any other man so much as talked to her when they were out at a bar or party somewhere. He liked to think he had matured and could accept a bit of infidelity if it was to happen, however unlikely, he mused.
After the call Dave thought reflectively that she had sounded a bit strained. He hoped everything was all right at home, he usually made it a habit not to ask as there was little he could do about anything while he was so far from home. Usually something did happened when he was away. Mostly only something minor, like when a snake got into the birdcage once or something like that. Still, her tone left him with an uneasy feeling. He hated that, which was why he preferred not to call too often, better not to know some things, he thought.
Still he was looking forward to seeing her again. The big plus with working away was that the absence always made him horny. He hoped she was up for a 'session' with him when he returned. He certainly was!
Merci par avance si quelqu'un a le courage et la bonté de traduire ce long texte ^^
Oui, je pourrais le faire, bien que le texte soit assez long : mais une traduction correcte demande pas mal de temps et je vais partir dans quelques jours.
J'aimerais toutefois connaître tes motivations : apparemment, tu n'es pas l'auteur de ce récit. Tu comptes peut-être le faire paraître sur Xstory sous ta signature après l'avoir fait traduire par quelqu'un d'autre ? Quel sera ton mérite, alors, si ce n'est d'avoir trouvé ce texte quelque part et d'avoir fait bosser un traducteur bénévole ?
De plus, je constate qu'il s'agit de ton tout premier message sur le forum alors que tu t'es inscrit depuis plus de deux mois. Ignores-tu que la moindre des politesses consiste à se présenter ? Sinon, modifie ton pseudo de imsofrench en Imsobittern.
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16 juillet 2013 à 10:04
tartuffedauphinois
16 juillet 2013 à 17:43
Oui, je pourrais le faire, bien que le texte soit assez long : mais une traduction correcte demande pas mal de temps et je vais partir dans quelques jours.
J'aimerais toutefois connaître tes motivations : apparemment, tu n'es pas l'auteur de ce récit. Tu comptes peut-être le faire paraître sur Xstory sous ta signature après l'avoir fait traduire par quelqu'un d'autre ? Quel sera ton mérite, alors, si ce n'est d'avoir trouvé ce texte quelque part et d'avoir fait bosser un traducteur bénévole ?
De plus, je constate qu'il s'agit de ton tout premier message sur le forum alors que tu t'es inscrit depuis plus de deux mois. Ignores-tu que la moindre des politesses consiste à se présenter ? Sinon, modifie ton pseudo de imsofrench en Imsobittern.
Je n'ai rien à rajouter....et j'approuve à 100% cette réponse
Merci Lioubov de ton intervention
Cordialement
T D
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16 juillet 2013 à 18:14
Franchement, pourquoi vous harcelez les gens avec ces histoires de présentations? Il n'y a rien de plus ridicule que quelqu'un se présentant: "Bonjour puisque c'est obligatoire je me présente. J'ai xx ans et j'aime lire les histoires de ce site."
Vous, vous êtes content parce que la règle a été suivie mais en soi ça ne sert à rien du tout. Se présenter PARCE QUE c'est obligatoire revient à ne pas se présenter puisque c'est 80% du temps pour la forme et doc la même forme.
tartuffedauphinois
16 juillet 2013 à 18:38
Au moins, on peut dire que tu es cohérent, mon cher Appatapouf, et c'est bien...
Je veux dire que je comprends ton point de vue, même si ce n'est pas le mien.
En effet, sur le fond, je crois qu'on ne sera jamais d'accord...soit dit en passant, c'est quand même indiqué sur le sommaire du forum....
Par ailleurs, en ce qui me concerne, j'ai trouvé normal de le faire quand je suis arrivé ici....je me suis présenté, quelques uns l'ont remarqué...
Et maintenant c'est à mon tour de les accueillir...je le faisais en tant que simple membre, je continue en tant que modérateur...
Ensuite, je ne fréquente pas que ce forum, et la présentation est toujours rappelée par les administrateurs et les modérateurs....
Porte toi bien
Cordialement,
T D
imsofrench
17 juillet 2013 à 16:24
Bonjour,
merci beaucoup à toi Nichts si tu peux me faire la traduction!
Ensuite, pour les autres je ne vois pas en quoi ne pas se présenter est un manque de politesse, j'estime qu'on est pas obligé de se présenter à des inconnus, surtout sur un site comme Xstory :)
Enfin, ce récit est le dernier chapitre d'une traduction d'histoire que j'ai lu sur un autre site, et je veux juste pouvoir avoir la fin de l'histoire en bon français (la traduction internet n'étant pas terrible :/ ). Je n'ai pas l'intention de publier cette histoire, je me suis créer un compte sur ce site que pour lire les histoires, et non en publier.
Anathason de La Baltique
17 juillet 2013 à 16:34
On dirait une blague. Le mec sort de nulle part, balance dix pages word d'anglais à traduire, ne s'est pas présenté (c'est-à-dire qu'il chie allègrement sur le principe communautaire de Xstory), confirme qu'il emmerde le site en disant qu'il n'y a pas besoin de se présenter "surtout sur un site comme Xstory" (ah bon ? Bah retourne d'où tu viens, alors) et précise qu'il ne s'est pas fait un compte pour poster mais pour lire (j'ai lu pendant un an Xstory sans avoir de compte, arrête ton mito, tu t'es fait un compte pour cette traduction ou que sais-je, contacter des auteurs femelles ?)... Et en plus il est soutenu par un user de la communauté Xstory ?
Mais vous avez un peu d'estime pour vous-même ou pas du tout ? Le mépris et l'insolence que vous manifestez à l'égard de ce qui vous accueille semblent n'être que le reflet de votre propre mépris et votre propre irrespect pour vous-même. Relevons le niveau, n'entérinons pas ce genre d'attitude nihiliste et sans grâce. Sérieux, quoi, si tu n'es pas content de la traduction Google Translate, apprends l'anglais.
imsofrench
17 juillet 2013 à 19:55
Quand je disais un site comme Xstory ce n'était pas péjoratif mais juste pour signifier que c'est un site que je visite sans pour autant le crier au dessus des toits.
Grâce au compte je peux avoir des favories et faire des recherches.
Si vous pouviez gardez vos messages agressives pour vous, quitte à laisser couler la discussion.
tartuffedauphinois
17 juillet 2013 à 23:43
Cher Imsofrench,
Lorsque tu arrives quelque part (dans la vie quotidienne, en dehors de l'écran où nous sommes), je pense, contrairement à toi, qu'il est normal de présenter.....
et cela est valable aussi dans un forum....si en plus tu viens avec un objectif précis (la traduction) , je pense que c'est plus agréable pour les autres membres d'en savoir un peu sur toi.....car on ne rend pas service à un total inconnu
demande donc à tous les administrateurs et modérateurs, et tu verras bien ce qu'ils pensent de la présentation....
C'est vrai que Anathason a eu quelques mots forts, , qu'il n'aurait pas du employer,et je l'engage d'ailleurs à ne pas recommencer, mais il me semble que ton manque de politesse à l'égard des membres y est un peu pour quelque chose....
Je te souhaite une bonne continuation
Cordialement,
T D
imsofrench
18 juillet 2013 à 02:46
Merci pour cette réponse agréable,
le fait est que je ne me suis pas présenté n'est pas parce que je ne le veux pas, mais juste parce que je ne pense pas que cela intéressera quelqu'un. Mais je vais donc m'y coller :)
Utilisateur supprimé
18 juillet 2013 à 17:46
Tu n'as pas répondu à ma question, c'est une blague ou un boulot ta requête?
imsofrench
19 juillet 2013 à 01:31
Non c'est une vraie requête, on sait jamais si quelqu'un sur le forum est une âme très généreuse ^^
J'ai vraiment envie de connaître la fin de l'histoire :)
Utilisateur supprimé
19 juillet 2013 à 02:34
Non c'est une vraie requête, on sait jamais si quelqu'un sur le forum est une âme très généreuse ^^
J'ai vraiment envie de connaître la fin de l'histoire :)
Je me demande si on a la même définition de générosité. Je ne sais pas où était le début mais je ne suis pas certain qu'il n'y ait QUE la fin dans TOUT ce que tu as posté.
Puisque je suis presque généreux j'aurais pu traduire le titre mais il ne figure même pas...
Modifié
19 juillet 2013 à 02:35
imsofrench
19 juillet 2013 à 21:27
Si si c'est que la fin ^^
Anathason de La Baltique
2 août 2013 à 15:34
Mouais.
Ça m'ennuierait de me prendre avertissement ou quoi que ce soit à cause d'une telle idiotie, alors je m'abstiendrai de faire suivre, mais bon.
Larry watched as his friend let go of Lisa's hair and she sat up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gus handed Stumpy a can of beer and congratulated him heartily. Lisa grabbed her beach towel that lay nearby and wrapped it around her naked body.
"Can we go now...please?" Lisa asked quietly, kneeling down with her legs folded beneath her.
Stumpy had planned on fucking her too but she had surprised him with her excellent head-job. He knew he probably wouldn't get another erection for some time and he expected the old dero to come back to reclaim his camp again soon. Pity. He could see that Gus was starting to look a bit anxious and had re-dressed. Maybe they should fuck off, he thought.
"One more to go...Lisa..." Larry sneered. He had released Chris's long cock from the confines of his board-shorts and was stroking the length. "Just one more and you're free to go."
"What...what do you mean...that's enough...surely...you've all had your fun...can't we go now?" Lisa stammered nervously, unsure of what he wanted now.
"Your forgetting ya young boyfriend here...he's got something for ya too, haven't ya Chris, me mate?" Larry informed her.
There was a brief silence from Lisa as Larry's obscene suggestion sunk in.
"You have to be joking...Chris? I'm not going to do anything with Chris, thankyou," Lisa responded adamantly.
"Hate ta tell ya Lisa...but this is how it is...either you and Chris have a nice little fuck...or...ya friend here is gonna first suck my cock and get me all hard...then I'm gonna fuck him...comprende?"
More silence for a moment. Then Stumpy laughed wickedly. He loved it. "That Larry, what a sick puppy. This is going to be good," he thought to himself.
"And while I'm fucking Chris here...you can probably be entertaining my friends some more...I know that the big fellow over there would just love to have your ass, too."
In the dim light Lisa looked over at where Gus now lay. He had undone his jeans again he was slowly stroking his cock with a big cheesy smile on his face.
"Oh nooo...I couldn't...he's...nearly young enough to be my son...I...I couldn't..." Lisa trailed off aghast.
"Wanna watch him suck my cock then, hey bitch? Nice friend you are."
Both Lisa and Chris remained silent. They avoid each others gaze and sat still nervously.
Larry used his knife to cut Chris's bonds and dragged him over to the mattress by the flickering light. "Hold her down would ya. Nah...better still...sit her up on the table."
Stumpy grabbed Lisa under the arms and forced her to stand while she clutched at her towel tightly. Chris looked downcast near her feet as Stumpy snatched the towel off Lisa and threw it to one side then pushed her back against the old table. With a sweep of his arm he brushed aside the empty beer cans and rubbish from the surface of the rectangular table clearing it completely.
"Get ya fucken pants off Chris," Larry ordered, he had his knife in his hand and he held it threateningly. Reluctantly, Chris complied, then stood trying to cover his groin with his hands. "Move ya fucken hands an' show the lady what ya got for her, me boy," Larry demanded, while waving the knife under Chris's face.
Larry's ministrations on Chris earlier had left him quite hard and Lisa looked away suddenly when he removed his hands, exposing himself to her from only a few feet away. She felt embarrassed, which was odd she thought, after all she had seen him naked for most of the day at the beach.
Stumpy whistled when he looked at Chris. "What a beauty!" he exclaimed.
"Ave a look lady, it's all for you ya know," Larry told Lisa.
Lisa was leaning against the table; she was covering her nudity with her hands and was looking off into the surrounding dark bush trying to avoid the naked young man standing before her.
"Fucken look bitch," Stumpy bellowed angrily at her, twisting her head around roughly
Lisa looked at Chris's handsome young face; his eyes were downcast. She thought he looked ashamed, but for a brief moment when he looked up and met her gaze she noticed something else, a look like the one she had noticed earlier at the beach after he'd playfully pulled her bikini down. "Was it lust," she thought, detecting his mixed emotions.
Her eyes momentarily glanced down his body. His smooth tanned chest flared out above his flat stomach. She looked lower. Then she saw it. He looked fully erect now and she certainly had not seen anything so large before in her life. He had to be half as long again as Dave is, at least, maybe nine inches.
"Go on have another look Lisa...big isn't it...even bigger than mine...and ya had a bit of trouble with me...at first," Larry teased. "Go on young fella...get in the saddle...give 'er one...ya know ya wanna."
Slowly Chris moved forward. Gently he touched Lisa's shoulder. "I...I...I'm sorry..." he said, almost in tears. He was embarrassed by his erection, he wished that he was unable to obtain one under the present circumstances but wondered then what would be their fate; would the men carry out their threat? Chris was young and virile, he remembered more than once being on a train on the way home and sitting near a pretty girl that caught his eye; occasionally he had not been able to disembark when his stop came because of his uncontrollable erection. Sometimes it just happened, like at high school. He had to admit that the sight of Lisa had turned him on; he couldn't help it. He knew he would have sex with her. For two reasons, one; he did not want to suck another mans cock then be fucked up the arse, and two; he did not want anyone, even these arseholes, to think he was gay, something he had been accused of numerous times before today. He would prove he was not.
Chris looked into Lisa's eyes, almost asking for her permission with his solemn stare. He ran his hand up and down along her arm caressing her gently. She returned his look.
Stumpy pulled up one of the chairs from nearby. He wanted to watch this. Gus moved the gas lamp closer to the table and sat back down on the edge of the mattress. Larry stood nearby menacingly, with the knife still in his hand.
"Kiss her...go on, give her a fucken kiss, young fella," Larry ordered again.
Chris bent his head down and placed a hand behind Lisa's head, gently drawing her up to him. Their faces were only centimetres apart. She closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. Gradually Chris moved his mouth closer still. Their lips touched briefly, and softly.
"A fucken real kiss...stick ya tongue down her throat...do it," Larry sneered.
Chris sighed. He moved closer still. Their bodies were now touching, although Lisa's hands were still in front of her. "Can I?" he asked quietly into her ear. He could feel his hard cock pressing against her bare flesh. She didn't respond at first, then she lowered her right arm that had been covering her breasts and placed her hand on the small of his back.
Chris tilted his face and brought their lips together again. This time he lingered. This time she allowed her sweet lips to be parted by his probing tongue and he embraced her. The kiss lasted no more than ten seconds before they parted again. He thought she tasted a bit funny, probably cock-breath he guessed, but her lips had been soft and responsive. He had felt her tongue with his as he explored her mouth briefly.
Lisa looked over Chris's shoulder at Larry. "Please don't make us do this...it's so unfair. He's a nice boy...I...I don't think I can?"
"Choice is yours lady...either ya let him fuck ya, or...you can watch him suck your juice off my cock while me mate over there bends you over the table and fucks your little bum-hole." Larry pointed with his knife over towards where Gus sat, slowly stroking his erection.
Lisa really felt like crying now. Chris still embraced her warmly and was tenderly running his hand along her side. She did feel a sense of comfort being in his strong arms after her recent ordeal with their tormentors. Her mind was racing, what choice did she have she wondered. She sighed against Chris's shoulder then lowered her left hand from covering her groin and brought it around to rest on his firm buttocks. His large cock now pressing against her stomach.
"Can we lay on the mattress?" she asked with resignation.
Larry loved it. The power. It excited him. He could be such a bastard, he knew. "See Chris...knew she'd let ya do it. Bet she just can't wait ta 'ave that big fuck-stick of yours splitting 'er cunt lips wide open."
"Lay 'er on the table. I wanna see properly when ya's start," Larry ordered.
Chris hesitated a moment not wanting to force Lisa to lay back. Then Stumpy moved forwards and grabbed Lisa by the arm pulling her backwards. The edge of the table was higher than her thighs and pressed against her buttocks. Lisa cried out at the discomfort, reaching down to the table with her hands to support herself. She was forced up onto her toes as she was pulled backwards further. Chris reached down and lifted her slightly so as to ease her buttocks up onto the table's edge just as Stumpy forced her to lie back completely. It was not a comfortable position for Lisa as her legs were still draped over the edge of the table.
Chris looked down at her. Stumpy was holding her arms back above her head, forcing her breasts to lift high. She had closed her eyes again. Chris's eyes wandered down her naked body, from her heaving breasts, past her flat stomach to her pussy. Because her legs were still hanging down, her pubic bone with its little strip of hair, jutted out invitingly, her outer lips looked moist and slightly parted, her delicate inner lips just protruding. She looked fantastic to him and he felt a fresh surge of blood rush to his already large erection, making it grow even harder.
Lisa was not at all comfortable. She had to raise her legs, resting the soles of her feet on the very edge of the hard table. She couldn't believe what she was about to do and truly hoped her ordeal was going to be over soon. Chris moved closer to the table and touched her knees that were resting together. She couldn't look. Slowly and gently her knees were parted; she offered little resistance but could still not look. Her ankles were next to be held and moved apart. She felt thoroughly exposed to her young friend now and was completely taken by surprise by what happened next.
Chris had knelt down and brought his face close to the centre of Lisa's spread thighs. She smelt musky, a sweet clean aroma that excited him even further. His tongue darted out brushing against her folds momentarily. He felt her shudder at his touch. He licked her again, this time his tongue followed her crease up to her clitoral hood with its little gold ring. He flicked his tongue around several more times quickly, and then with the fingers on his left hand he worked her smooth skin apart exposing her small erect clitoris.
Lisa moaned at his touch. She just loved to have her pussy licked, her husband for all his other shortcomings was an expert at cunnilingus; so too apparently was this young man now between her legs. She momentarily forgot where she was as Chris lapped away enthusiastically.
Stumpy released her arms and watched as the young man worked on her cunt. She seemed to be enjoying it too, he noticed. Her pelvis was gyrating side to side and rocked back and forth with increased speed and vigour. She moved her recently freed hands down to the back of Chris's head, pulling him in closer still. Stumpy licked his lips at the sight of Lisa's hardened brown nipples protruding nearly two centimetres above her puckered areoles. He was about to lean down to suck on them when she started to writhe about.
Chris could sense it. He couldn't believe at how soon it had happened. It can't have been more than a couple of minutes. He felt her grip on his hair tighten and pull him in even closer. He had trouble flicking his tongue on her pebble hard clit now and merely rasped her rapidly as best he could with his face mashed against her thrusting groin.
"Oh yeah...oh yeah...don't stop...oh yeah..." Lisa trailed off as her orgasm swept over her suddenly. She never could last very long with Dave, and Chris was now no exception! Lisa raked her nails into his shoulders several times in her final throes of ecstasy. She was only now barely aware of a finger in her hot pussy.
Chris could feel her orgasm subsiding slowly around his inserted finger. He was totally surprised at how strongly her vaginal walls had contracted and pulsed around his finger numerous times. Never before had he known a girl to cum so hard.
It had been a smart move on Chris's behalf. Lisa just had to have a cock after her husband Dave brought her off this way. Her lust was now completely overwhelming, she needed filling, she needed cock and quickly, before the effects of her beautiful orgasm wore off completely.
"Come on...get up...do it...just do it...hurry...I need it...now..." Lisa said urgently while trying to pull Chris up by his wrists.
Lisa looked down her body at Chris when he stood. Her partially glazed eyes focused on his face, his mouth and chin looked shiny with her juices. Quickly her eyes travelled down his firm young body to his rampant erection. "Oh my God," she gasped, he looked huge. She knew he was well hung but only now that he was fully erect, and so close, could she appreciate his size completely. Lisa reached down to touch him. Her hand closed over his big purple knob oozing its pre-cum. Chris rested his hands on the inside of her knees, holding them apart. He moved in closer still. A light breeze wafted through the trees intermittently.
They were both oblivious to the three men watching them intently from around the table in the dim light, and certainly unaware that one of them, Larry, was using Lisa's phone to take some photos of their coupling.
Chris could see his recent ministrations to Lisa's hairless slit had opened her up like a blossoming flower. He watched excitedly as Lisa's hand moved up and down his length several times grasping him firmly. He allowed her to bend his hard cock down, lining him up with her opening. He moved forward slightly and felt his cock-head touch her softly. She then rubbed his knob up and down her pussy roughly, spreading her legs further. He was having trouble containing himself now and began to jab at her tightness in his eagerness.
"Come on...get it in...I want it...fuck it...fuck my little pussy..." Lisa cried desperately, barely able to contain her own excitement any further.
Chris watched her continue to rub herself open with his cock. He could see the combination of their juices slick up his large bulbous knob. He applied some more pressure, then eased before trying again. The thin lips of her inner labia were forced back inside each time he pushed in. Gradually, he began to make some progress.
When Lisa felt his cock-head enter she reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling him in further into her straining entrance. She felt him partially withdraw then drive in harder again. She could feel her tight opening stretching to accommodate his girth with his every urgent thrust.
Chris could feel her juices flow around his cock as he tapped into her depths further. Her face looked enraptured; she was biting her lower lip; her eyes glazed again.
Amazingly for such a small woman she was coping well. The fucking she had received earlier had no doubt helped too. Chris withdrew almost completely again, the delicate folds of her inner labia wrapped around his shaft and was drawn out, past her smooth puffy outer lips, straining around his girth. Finally he thrust himself in deeply, touching her cervix with the tip of his cock for the first time in her life. Her eyes opened wide at her shock.
"What do you think?" Chris asked quietly, while gently working himself in and out slowly.
"Umm...it's big..." Lisa mewed softly, her hands gripping the sides of the table to steady herself as he increased his pace. She could not believe what she was doing; she was a married mother of forty-three for God's sake, on a table fucking a young man. But she couldn't deny the fact that she was enjoying it...immensely.
"Knew ya could do it young fella...she's fucken lovin' it man...give it to her..." Larry finally broke his silence at the scene before him.
Lisa had her legs up high; Chris had reached around and was tweaking her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He really wanted to suck on them but was unable to bend down close enough without his cock withdrawing partially. He was now thrusting into her vigorously and she was moaning loudly with obvious pleasure. Every now and then a small amount of cum that had been deposited earlier escaped past the tight seal her labia had around his shaft and trickled down between the cheeks of her backside.
Stumpy took a swig of his beer and prodded his mate Gus. "Told ya, they're all just fucken sluts...as soon as ya get a cock in 'em."
No one noticed what Larry was doing. He had figured out the video recording settings of Lisa's expensive phone and was taking some footage of the couple on the table going for it, making sure he got some shots of their faces. He was even able to sneak a close-up of Chris's weapon as he buried it deep into Lisa's straining cunt. He knew the light was poor and he hoped it turned out clear enough.
Chris knew he was not going to last too long, he hadn't had a fuck in more than three weeks and had also missed out on masturbating the past two mornings. Besides all that, the velvety walls of Lisa's tight pleasure tunnel caressed his sensitive glans continually with his every stroke, driving him nuts. He thought that she was close also; her hips rocked up to meet his every thrust harder now and she was grunting words of encouragement to him.
"Aahh...aahh...oh yeah...that's it... yeah...bang it Chris..." Lisa cried breathlessly.
Larry timed it perfectly. He watched the young man's hard buttocks flexing back and forth with increased speed and vigour. He could tell the slut was close to coming also. He moved forward closer to Chris, ready.
"What the...hey...what's happening..." Chris cried out in surprise. He was only moments from coming when he had been violently grabbed around the neck from behind. Suddenly he was off balance and felt himself stumbling backwards. His large cock made a popping sound as it slipped out from the grips of Lisa's wet hole. He tripped and as he fell backwards who ever had him twisted him around so he landed face first on the sandy soil.
"Tie her up too," Larry ordered his two friends who were standing slightly bewildered next to the table.
Lisa looked up at the two men in sudden fear unsure of what was happening. Stumpy quickly held her down by her arms as Gus rummaged around looking for the extra rope they had brought along. "Roll her over," Gus sneered, standing back up with the rope in hand, still sporting an erection.
Chris felt his arms roughly secured with cable-ties behind his back. "Why? Why didn't you wait until we had finished...I don't understand?" he asked.
"Youse were both enjoying it a bit too much...she married ya know...not meant ta fuck around when ya married," Larry sniggered sarcastically at the prostrate young man facing the ground beneath him.
Lisa cried out.
Fear gripped Chris's belly; he wondered what was in store for them now?
* * *
Old Timothy staggered back to his darkened camp. He had appreciated the beer the stranger had given him earlier, but it was all gone now. Usually he had a couple of drunken friends in tow but not tonight, the others had decided to stay on the park bench and sleep it off around at the other beach where they had been for the past few hours. Nicer breeze there, when it was balmy like tonight, they had told him. He knew that was bullshit, it was just because they were too lazy to walk back the couple of kilometres in the dark.
"Fuck 'em," he grumbled to himself as he searched his pockets for his cigarette lighter to light the old gas lamp he could just make out hanging nearby.
Timothy adjusted the knob on the lantern so it cast an even light around his camp. He turned around to survey things and nearly had a heart attack at what he saw. There on his table lay a completely naked woman, a young woman, probably only thirty-five or so, quite pretty with blond hair. She was on her back and looked back at him with equal surprise.
Timothy's eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he noticed that she had tape over her mouth. He now realised that she was also tied spread-eagled to the four points of his table.
His eyes drank in her nudity and he licked his lips approvingly. It had been a long, long time since he had seen a woman as attractive as this naked in his presence. He glanced down past her breasts past her navel-ring to her open thighs. He had only seen manicured cunts like that in magazines and he marvelled at the sight of a real one in the flesh.
"Looks like someone has left me some dinner," he chuckled as he stared at her reddened pussy. "Or is it someone's left-overs?"
Lisa looked up horrified. Please don't let this dirty old man touch me, she wished to herself.
She need not have worried too much. Old Timothy was rarely blessed with an erection these days and as pretty as he thought she was the alcohol reduced his chances even further. She was lucky Timothy's drunken friends had not come back though, neither of them would have had the same problem.
Timothy admired his find a bit longer. Tenderly he ran his callused hand up along her thigh past her mons Venus and touched the little gold ring protruding from the top of her slit. "Never seen nothin' like that..." he murmured. He felt her skin shudder at his touch. He ran a finger down her hairless slit and caressed her moist folds, slowly peeling her labia apart with his touch. He then noticed a trickle of cum had oozed out and pooled on the top of his table. "Just been fucked too, I reckon, hey missy?" he slurred out loud.
Lisa struggled against her bonds frantically and tried to scream through her gag. "No not again. Is this why those bastards left me here tied up helpless? To be fucked by some drunken old dero?" she wondered.
Timothy heard a noise from behind. He stopped what he was doing and looked around to see a young man tied to the foot of a tree several feet away. He was also gagged with tape but Timothy could tell he was pissed off. He was a good man at heart and could rarely do any harm to anyone. "Better let 'em go I suppose...see what their story is," he sighed.
* * *
They were both still silent for the moment. The traffic was light at this time of night. Chris finally spoke up when Lisa drove past the entrance to the closest Police Station.
"What are you doing? Why are you going past? Stop! We have to tell the police," he asked, totally confused.
"We can't. No one can ever know," Lisa stated bluntly. "I...I would be ruined if it got out, this in only a small place Chris. What do you think people would think of me? A successful small businesswoman...repeatedly raped after taking a young male friend to the nudist beach. 'She asked for it' they would all say. My whole life would be ruined. I would never get any work here again. My kids would be sneered at in school." She stopped for a breath. "And I don't know what my husband would think." Lisa hesitated a moment. "No one can ever know, Chris, I mean it!"
She kept driving. "Apart from our feelings and some money stolen we are both unhurt...just forget about it."
"Don't forget about your phone," he reminded her absently.
"I wont...thanks!" She sounded annoyed that he had bothered to mention it.
Chris couldn't believe she could be so cool about the whole event. He looked across at her profile; her face was illuminated by the glow of the dashboard lights. Her face was determined. She was certainly made of stronger mettle than he had previously thought.
Lisa kept driving, she thought back to old Timothy and their recent escape. After he had released them, he then assisted as they gathered all their belongings and while he watched them dress, Chris had blabbed their story to him. The old man denied knowing their attackers. Timothy then quickly led them back along the winding track to the car park. All he had wanted was a carton of beer in return. She had promised she would come back in a few days with his reward, as the three men had stolen her money and she didn't have her bankcards with her. The cagey old man had insisted on a surety, the only thing of real value she had on her was her gold watch. Lisa would definitely return with his beer, the watch had great sentimental value to her as Dave had given it to her many years ago as an anniversary gift.
"Quick...hand me a tissue out of the glove-box!" Lisa snapped. She felt the trickle run down between her legs and tried to catch it before it stained the upholstery of her new car. She was suddenly reminded of the last act of degrading humiliation that the bastards had put her through. They were nothing more than animals, she thought. After they had dragged Chris off of her the short one had rolled her onto her stomach on the table. Then the younger thickset one pulled her to the edge of the table and had tied her ankles down next to the table legs. Without ceremony he had moved up behind her and quickly penetrated her with his cock, jabbing away several times before complaining that she was all 'stretched'.
As Lisa drove on she felt the anger rise in her at what happened to her next. They had promised not to if she had taken on Chris, which made it even worse. She tried not to think about it. She didn't want Chris to know either, no one must know. Luckily for her, she thought, he wasn't built like the tall one, or worse, like Chris. Her rapist had pulled out of her pussy and forced himself into her almost virginal anus. All the lubrication from her pussy had greatly assisted his penetration. Lisa tried to console herself that after the initial discomfort it was not all that bad when she was able to finally relax her sphincter muscles. He had used her for nothing more than a receptacle and slammed into her mercilessly before shooting his load as far in as he could go. No man had ever done that to her before!
"I am truly sorry Lisa...it was all my fault..." Chris choked on his words obviously upset.
Lisa looked across at him, she thought he looked like he was about to cry. Poor sensitive Chris, she thought. It should be me crying. She reached over and felt for his hand. He grasped her small hand back.
"It'll be all right Chris," she said soothingly. "You'll be back in your own home in another day. Just put it all behind you."
Chris felt better at her touch. He sat quietly, enjoying the warmth of her hand. He was suddenly aware of his painfully swollen testicles. He had experienced the symptoms numerous times before. He had the dreaded 'blue balls' syndrome and they needed release. He thought back to their coupling earlier. "She had wanted me in the end, hadn't she?" he asked himself.
"Lisa...can I ask you something?" Chris did not sound his usual confident self.
Lisa hoped he wasn't going to say something about her last ordeal. She had hoped he had been facing the ground still when she was anally raped. She really didn't want to talk about that incident.
"As long as it is not about what happened back there. I want to try and forget about it."
"Mm...ok. No it's not about that. It's more like a favour." He said hesitantly.
"Not another favour Chris, surely?" She looked back over at him. He seemed to be sulking. "All right, what is it?"
Chris looked back over at Lisa. He took a deep breath, what did he have to loose. "Do you think we could...sleep together...maybe tonight...before I have to go home?"
* * *
"Aahh...aahh...oh yeah...that's it....yeah...bang it Chris..." It was about the tenth time Larry had played back the short video clip on the phone he had stolen from their victim the night before. He loved it.
The three of them were now well on the road to new adventures over West. Maybe find some more sluts to fuck like the good looking old slut they had all fucked at the beach last night. Yeah, that had been a classic. Best one ever!
"Wonder if the old dero and his drunken mates got into her when they got back to the camp?" Gus thought out loud. "She had a fucken tight little arsehole...I gotta tell ya."
"Yeah, so ya keep telling us," Stumpy growled. He had actually been the only one not to fuck the woman properly. Tried to after Gus had her arse and they rolled her back over. But he couldn't get it up again so soon after the head-job she had given him earlier. Pity, he thought. Next time he's going first, maybe.
They pulled into a petrol station and filled the long-range tank to the old four-wheel drive and bought some supplies for the trip ahead using most of the money Larry had stolen from the blond bitch's handbag.
Larry watched the video clip one last time; they would be out of phone range soon so he decided to get on with his plan. His final nasty little plan. Searching through the contact list he quickly found the name 'Dave', he knew it was there 'cause he had checked it out the night before. Stumpy might have been a bad bastard but Larry was an evil bastard. He chuckled wickedly as he bundled the still photos and the video clip together then pressed 'send' selected the recipient 'Dave' from the contact list and finally hit 'send' again. Marvellous thing modern technology, he thought as he observed the 'Sending Message' scrolling across the small colour screen, then he dropped the expensive phone in a waste bin.
* * *
Dave still had another three days to go before he left the isolated community where he had business and headed home. He had spoken to his wife Lisa on the satellite phone the night before as he was still well out of normal mobile phone range. She had told him that she had dropped Chris off at the airport that afternoon and that he had enjoyed his stay immensely and passed on his gratitude. Dave stirred her up about sunbaking with the young Chris and hoped she hadn't teased him too much. Lisa had hinted to him that she 'may have' shown him just a bit too much. Something about that little bikini he had bought her recently, the one she couldn't wear in front of the kids, being transparent when wet! This admission made Dave laugh; he couldn't wait to hear all the details when he got home. He still thought his wife was very attractive and said to her often that she would have no problem 'pulling' a young man if she wanted. He stirred her about it regularly and had tried to encourage her to be a bit more 'provocative' on occasions. Of course he didn't know how he would react if she actually took him up on some of his dares, after all he used to get so jealous if any other man so much as talked to her when they were out at a bar or party somewhere. He liked to think he had matured and could accept a bit of infidelity if it was to happen, however unlikely, he mused.
After the call Dave thought reflectively that she had sounded a bit strained. He hoped everything was all right at home, he usually made it a habit not to ask as there was little he could do about anything while he was so far from home. Usually something did happened when he was away. Mostly only something minor, like when a snake got into the birdcage once or something like that. Still, her tone left him with an uneasy feeling. He hated that, which was why he preferred not to call too often, better not to know some things, he thought.
Still he was looking forward to seeing her again. The big plus with working away was that the absence always made him horny. He hoped she was up for a 'session' with him when he returned. He certainly was!
Merci par avance si quelqu'un a le courage et la bonté de traduire ce long texte ^^