The Fishing Trip

Part XII--The Fishing Trip

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The Fishing Trip--Part XII
by dollyanne

We putt-putt through the ruts and trails of the forest until we get to a main road. Anyone spotting us will see a grungy black biker with his white trash old lady on the back out for a cruise. Unless they look close. Then theyll notice Im a white guy wearing a minishirt.

We come rolling into a small town and he pulls into a Walmart parking lot. Its still open.

Wait here, he says, Be right back. I watch him go, then he turns and asks me, Whats your shoe size?

Eight, I say. I think its great of him to get me some real shoes. These pink flip-flops are embarrassing.

After fifteen minutes of me trying to avoid looking at anyone walking by he returns with a sack of stuff.

All set, he says, and we sputter another five minutes with me holding the sack. He swings into a Mobil gas station with a mini-mart. Were going to gas up and get you fixed up, he says.

W-what, I say, stammering.

Makeup, wig, hose, stilettos, bra, youre going to look like a hot biker chick.

Cant I just look like a guy? I say

Better this way, he says. Its what people expect you to look like. Besides, where were going its the only way youll survive.

Im all for thatsurviving anyway.

He takes me to the restroom and when we emerge Im shaved from the eyebrows down, wearing black fishnets, black 4 stilettos, a curly blonde wig, and am fully made upwell, made-up the best he could do with red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and red blush. Im his idea of a biker whore.

You look hot, he says, surveying me.

I have to admit, when I checked myself out in the mirror I looked pretty damn good. Even I wanted to fuck me. The worst part, though, is the padded bra under the leather halter top. It makes me look like a top heavy whore. But it matches the leather mini Im wearing. The shoes miraculously fit, but I wouldnt want to walk in them.

He stuffs Tiffs pink tee and flip-flops into the saddlebag and we head out again.

Theyll never know its you, he says.

Great, I think. At this point I dont even know Im me.

After going about an hour out of town were back into the forest, with tall pines lining both sides of the road. He slows and coasts to a stop on the shoulder.

Were here, he says.

Where? I say, looking around. I see nothing but thick undergrowth and pine trees in all directions.

About two milesthat way. He points where there's no road, no trail, nothing but vegetation.

I dont see

We just cant go waltzing through the front door, he says. Lets ditch this bike. Weve got to get a move on. The partys probably getting started. He dumps the bike in the ditch and covers it with leaves and pine needles. Then, he takes out the Blackberry and keys in a message. Theyre waiting for my signal, he says. He stores the Blackberry in his hollow shoe heel. This guys a regular James Bond. Lets go.

I dont move. Im standing in 4 stilettos unable to take a step.

Oh, he says, coming back. He reaches into the leaves where the bike is hidden and fishes out the flip-flops. Carry those heels. Wear these until we get there, then put the heels back on. They might recognize the flops. We need to blend in.

Blend in? What the fuck does he mean?

Come on, he says, ducking under a limb. Lets go party.

After an hour of thrashing through the brush we hear increasingly loud sounds of what can only be described as howls, yells, and the foul obscenities of drunk and drugged out bikers partying. We arrive at the edge of a clearing. I half expect Tiff to be tied spread-eagled in the middle like a white sacrifice, while snake-charmer medicine men dance around her and chant. But shes nowhere in sight. There must be twenty or thirty bikers milling around, drinking beer and smoking pot. They look dazed, their eyes glazed over like zombies from another planet.

Theyre all here, Clint says. This is great.

Yeah, great, I think. I glance around hoping to see the Calvary coming to the rescue, but the only thing I see is crazed bikers scaring away the small animals.

He has me change into the high heels, then he grabs my leash.

Lets go, he says, pulling me stumbling into the clearing.

Im standing there petrified.

Hey bro, a sleazy snaggle-toothed guy says from our right. How about I trade you this smoke for the bitch. He holds it out toward Clint.

No, Clint says. Shes not for sale.

Three smokes, he says, holding them out in his palm. Its the best I can do."

No, Clint says. Gotta find Jack and the white whore he brought in.

Snaggle-tooth smiles, showing off the gold fillings in his remaining three teeth. Youd better leave her with us, he says. If you dont want Jack to take her. You might say he can be a bit rough with a whore like this.

Suddenly three guys grab Clint from behind and hold him. One has a knife. We share around here, knife-wielder says.

All Im asking for is a blow job, snaggle-tooth says. Cant do no harm.

Snaggle-tooth pushes me to my knees in front of him and fumbles with his zipper. Theres an odor in the air like warm garbage and pot, and most of it is wafting my way from snaggle-tooth.

After him, she can do us, knife-wielder says.

Just tell me where Jack is, Clint says, sounding unperturbed. She belongs to him. Im taking her to him. Were late and hes going to be mad as hell.

Snaggle-tooth stops mid-zipper and assesses Clint. Clint glares at him. Oh, he says, zipping back up. Why didnt you say so? Dont nobody want to mess with Jacks pussy lessen you get a Bowie knife up your butt.

He points to a dark part of the clearing. Over there, he says. Hes got a tent set up. Probably in there fucking that new whore every which way now. Shes a find piece of ass. Or was, he adds. Hope shes still good by the time he gives her to us. Not too used up.

Knife-wielder releases Clint with a scowl. Clint snatches up my leash as I stand up still shaking.

Lets go, bitch, he says. Youve got a fuck date with Jack.

Jacks tent glows in the dark like a small casino. There must be fifty Harleys parked next to it. I hear Tiffs voice in the melee inside. Shes shrieking and saying, Oh, yes fuck me hard fuck me, please. Then she moans. Its unmistakable. Shes having an orgasm! My classy wife is in a tent with fifty black bikers talking dirty and having orgasms on their black dicks.

A voice comes from behind us. Sure knows how to treat a lady, dont he?
He snorts like a pig. Its Weed! He looks totally wasted. He takes a long draw on a smoke. Better strip her, he says to Clint, before goin in. No white women allowed in Jacks tent, unless theyre naked and ready to fuck. He gestures with his head. Over there.

Theres a pile of womens clothes outside the tent near the bikesskirts, shoes, tops, bras. I see Tiffs boots in there!

Time for another go around, Weed says stepping past. He doesnt seem to recognize us. He goes into the tent. Oooo-weee, he bellows, then disappears inside.

That was close, Clint says.

Shes in there, Clint. I can hear her. Shes in there.

Sounds like a good times being had by all, he says.

Weve got to get her out of there, I say, before

Before what? Before she becomes their whore? It may be too late, Jerry. Sounds like its already going down.

Im going in there, I say, lurching forward.

He grabs my leash and pulls me back. You go in there, youre a dead man.

Suddenly a giant of a man appears in the door of the tent. Must be six-six, 250, solid muscle, close-cropped black beard. Hes nude and hung like an Arabian Stallion. A womans white arms reach out and grab him around the ankle. She tries to pull him back into the tent. I recognize the ring. Jack, she says. Come backplease.

Tiff! I blurt out, not thinking. Jack shakes her loose and kicks her sprawling back into the tent. Damn whore, he says. Cant get enough. Then he notices me. You come here to play, missy, like your friend?

I look at him, speechless.

Cat got your tongue? Jack says.

He glares at Clint and rubs his chin like theres a hint of recognition. Then he smiles. Hmmmwe could use another brother in here. The white bitches are wearing us out. Insatiable cock whores, all of them. He opens the flap and stands aside like a bullfighter. Come in, he says to Clint. Help yourself.

Dont mind if I do, Clint says, and, to my horror, he ducks into the tent leaving me standing there in front of the biggest, badest, naked black man in the universe.

Im frozen in place, trying hard to make myself invisible. Jack approaches, towering over me like a black mountain with a penis. On your knees, bitch. His voice is deep, commanding, even hypnotic. I drop to my knees.

His big cock is dangling in front of my face.


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Part XIII--The Fishing Trip

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The Fishing Trip--Part XIII
by dollyanne

Fluff me, bitch, he says. So I can fuck that whore again. Bitch can go all night.

He wraps a big hand around my neck and squeezes. Im grateful for the collar.
Make it good and slow, he says. The best youve ever done.

I nod vigorously, hoping he will release his grip around my neck.
He does and I attack his cock with fury. Then realize Im supposed to go slow.

Jack Its Tiffs voice coming from the tent. I try not to look up. I dont want her to see me like this. I could do that for you, baby, she says.

In my peripheral vision shes nude and shiny, and covered in sweat.

I know, sugar, he says. Youre the best.

Someone grabs her from inside and pulls her back in. She shrieks.

Gotta let the other boys play too, he says.

Five minutes of licking and stroking and hes as hard as a jumbo Maglite.
Stay here, bitch. Dont move. He pushes on my head. Keep your head down, slave, he says. Ill send you some more business. You do good and I might let you inside. We could use another cunt.

Im still on my knees looking down, feeling submissive and under his spell.
Yes, Sir, I say, trying to sound genuine and as much like a girl as I can.

Good, he says. I hear any complaints and youre fertilizer.

Im kneeling there obediently in the dirt wondering what to do next when I hear a familiar voice.

You shouldve seen her hubbythe wimp was scared shitless. He laughs. Its Nick! Hes with two other guys and a girl I dont recognize. I try not to look up, hoping he wont see me.

Whats this, one of the guys says, referring to me. I keep quiet, and continue to look down, my chin buried in my chest.

You lost, girl? Nick says, nudging me with his boot. The parties in there. Strip, and get your bony ass in there.

I dont move, afraid of Nick, but more afraid of Jack.

Another black figure emerges from the tent carrying a beer. Its Skinny! He waddles over to me like a sweaty tub of lard, his wet penis swinging in the breeze like a sausage pendulum.

Jack said youd be out here, cunt. Do me, he says

Nick pushes me toward him. You heard the man, Nick says. Do him good, bitch.

Nick turns to Skinny. Hows it going in there? he asks.

Bitch is wild, Skinny says. Hotter than sizzlin ape shit on a griddle. Taking everybody every fuckin which way. Gonna make a helluva mama Hog fore were done.

Good, Nick says. Lets go while theres a good piece of her left. He steps into the tent with the other two guys. The girl strips off her clothes, adds them to the pile, and wiggles in after them buck-naked to more hoots and hollers.

Hurry up, bitch, Skinny says to me. Gotta do some more fuckin. He takes a swig of beer, and I send him back to my horny new wife with a poker-stiff dick.


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Part XIV--The Fishing Trip

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The Fishing Trip--Part XIV
by dollyanne

The air smells like a sweat, semen, and smoke cocktail. Grunts, moans, and shrieks emerge from the tent. No one's coming out. I decide to take a chance. I crawl to my left, staying on my knees in case someone like Jack emerges. Still no one. I squat, then duck-walk low and sneak around the side of the tent. There’s a mesh window there. I peer in and my jaw drops. There’s Tiff. My wife Tiff, my bride, naked on all fours in the middle of the tent on a mattress. Sweaty bodies are collapsed all around her, but she’s still going like the Energizer Bunny. Clint’s underneath her taking her pussy, Jack’s plunged to the hilt in her ass, and there’s Nick—filthy Nick—feeding her his black dick. She’s moaning and rocking back and forth, her eyes closed as if she’s enjoying this. Couldn’t be, could it?

Skinny and Weed are standing nearby like they're next. Is this happening?
I’m mesmerized and can’t take my eyes off them. For some reason I can’t explain, I’m getting turned on by this animalistic scene. I’m straining my chastity cage to the breaking point.

Out of nowhere a strong hand clamps around my neck, and another one slides under my miniskirt!

“Gottcha,” a deep voice says. He’s feeling my chastity with his cupped hand. “What the fuck?” he says. Then he laughs. “Should’ve known.” He squeezes my trapped balls. “A sissy bitch.”

He lifts me off the ground, one hand around my neck, and the forearm under my ass with his hand cupping my privates. He whispers into my ear with breath that smells like aging sewage. “Don’t kick, don’t scream, don’t make a fuss, or I’ll crush these little jewels.” He gives my balls a squeeze—enough to make me whimper and nod with my mouth open ready to scream.

“Darryl’s gonna love you, bitch.” He carries me off into the trees with my legs spread. I try not to move a muscle. “You’re gonna love him too, bitch,” he says.

We reach a tent away from the others with two lamps on either side. He raises the pitch of his voice, sounding like a girl. “Oh, Darr—yl,” he says. “Darr-yl, honey. Got something foorrrr you.”

I hear a grunt inside, the tent shakes, and a huge hand opens the flap. Darryl is big—Samoan big! Maybe 350 pounds. Black beard. Arms twice as big around as my thighs. He’s wearing nothing but black boxer shorts—bigger than most tents.

“Just your type, Darryl, sweetie,” he says, thrusting me toward him like an offering. “If you know what I mean.” He laughs.

Darryl’s frown turns into a broad grin, showing his yellow-stained teeth. He reaches out and lifts the front of my skirt and pulls down my panties. He sees the chastity, grabs it in both hands, rips it apart and tosses it into the trees. I yell out.

He pets and strokes my member like it’s a delicate little bird. I feel it stirring from being locked up so long. He smiles. “Nice little clitty”, he says. He seizes my panties in both of his big hands and rips them off like he’s tearing out the fashion section of the Sunday Times.

Then he grabs me around the waist and hoists me in the air upside down and shakes me like he’s looking for loose change.

“Darryl need new bitch,” he says, like a retarded brute. Then I realize he is a retarded brute. A brute for sure.

“Make you Darryl's wife.”

My eyes have never been wider with fear. “No—I’m not—this is not what—”

He tosses me inside his tent and I go sprawling onto a mattress. Before I can recover, Darryl plunges into the tent and drops his full body weight—all 350 pounds of him—on top of me like a sumo wrestler. I’m so pinned down I can’t move and I can barely breathe. I feel like something's broken.

“We have fun now,” Darryl says with a big grin. He spreads my legs wider than they have a right to go.

He pulls off my top and bra so I’m naked, except for my hose and heels. Then he licks and nibbles on my nipples with his fleshy tongue and salivating lips. I can’t believe my nipples are erecting like eraser heads!

I turn my head to the side and see him grab a tube of lube—it’s Astroglide in the original purple bottle. Supposed to have the consistency of pre-cum. Just what I need—NOT.

“You virgin,” he asks.

I can’t speak and I can't see but I can sure feel as he squirts cold goo into me.

He reaches under with his hand and guides his cock to the spot--the wrong spot as far as I'm concerned. Even with the generous lube it hurts. There’s a pop as the head passes my opening. He’s pushing slowly, stretching me, taking his sweet time. Now he’s nibbling my neck as he pushes in inch by inch. I don’t know how big he is, but right now he feels like the wrong end of a Louisville Slugger.


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Part XV--The Fishing Trip

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The Fishing Trip--Part XV
by dollyanne

His massive lower bellys like jelly and its pressing down on my freed cock, giving me an erection.

God, I cant believe this is happening.

Hes all in me now. I feel his big balls against my ass cheeks.

He starts rocking back and forth in a gentle rhythm, sliding his soft belly across my cock as he fucks me in and out slowly.

I cant move. Theres nothing I can do but lay there as he fucks me like his slut woman. His belly feels slippery. Perspiration from him and pre-cum from me. Then, I realize, if he continues doing this, hes going to make me cum! Hes rubbing my cock on the top and massaging my prostate underneath. This is a nightmare, its not happening. I close my eyes and think of fishscaling fish, cleaning fish, gutting fish. It doesnt work. He keeps rocking on my cock and plunging in and out of my insides like a perpetual motion machine. Im starting starting to feel good. Oh, my God!

Then he stops. No!

You Darryls bitch? he asks.

Im quiet.

Say youre Darryls bitch, and Darrylll make you cum.

Oh, God, he knows! He knows Im liking it, knows Im so close. And I havent cum, havent even had an erection in three days because of the damn chastity device.

I cant believe the words that come out of my mouth. I feel like an alien from another planet. Im Darryls bitch, I say, softly.

Louder, bitch, he says.

And I yell out, Im Darryls bitch!

Beg, he says. And Darryl make you cum, make you his bitch woman.

My eyes are closed and Im in another world. I feel like a girl, a girl whos helplessly pinned to a filthy mattress with a big sag in the middle, and splayed wide and open under her lover wanting to be fucked, wanting to cum.
Please fuck me, I say. Please fuck your bitch woman.

He starts rocking again, fucking me, rubbing my cock, licking and nibbling my nipples, kissing my neck.

Oh, God, Im going to cum. I lose all control, all sense of modesty. Im like girl in heata thousand degrees on the slut temperature scale. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I say, feeling delirious now. Make me your bitch.

He grunts and slides, grunts and slides, and I roll my head side to side moaning. I open my eyes and, shit I see Tiffany and Clint staring at me through the tent opening. No! How long have they been there watching and listening to my degradation, my utter humiliation.

I try to speak. Tiff

Then, he kisses me on the lips. Darryl plants his sloppy big lips on mine and sticks his fat tongue into my mouth as far as he can. I feel like hes trying to jam it down my throat. Im helpless. His fingers are interlocked with mine, and hes holding my arms down, bending my wrists back like hes arm wrestling. Im powerless. Hes rocking relentlessly, like an animal who cant be stopped.

Then it happens. My eyes close and Im kissing him back. I cum hard as his slippery belly keeps sliding over my hard cock. It feels wonderful and is a bigger cum than Ive ever hadeven with Tiff. My cock twitches and spurts, twitches and spurts in those little eight-tenths intervals of orgiastic pleasure.

Finally, its done, but hes still rocking, still going. He hasnt cum yet and I feel my cock staying hard from sliding in the sticky goo.

I look toward the tent door and Tiff and Clint are gone. Darryls still moving with no let up. To my horror, he makes me cum a second time. Then with a final beastly grunt he thrusts forward like hes going to bore a hole right through me, and he cums and cums in fire hose streams inside me like a rutting pig trying for a litter of dozens of little Darryl piglets.

You be Darryls bitch now," he says, clearly exhausted. Make good wife and maid for Darryl. He collapses like his breath has been knocked out of him. Hes eerily stilltotally spent.

I roll my head toward the tent door, and theres Weed! Hes smiling. Whats he doing here!

I try to move, but cant. A 350 pound beast is on top of me.

I hear commotion outside, footsteps running, bikes starting, engines straining, small explosions, people yelling and cursing. Stay where you are, a voice calls out over a megaphone. Gunshots ring out. Sirens blare. Lights flash. Helicopter blades flutter. On the groundnow! the megaphone man yells.

The Calvary!

Then the tent collapses on top of us.



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Part XVI--The Fishing Trip

Here's the final part. Deep Curtsey.

The Fishing Trip--Part XVI
by dollyanne

My eyes open and Im lying in bed feeling like my head is full of water, and my bodys a sack of lumpy flour. My vision is blurry, but I roll my head and see familiar thingsa lamp, a nightstand, a dresser.

Then, I realize Im home, in our guest room. Tiff is sitting beside the bed, holding my hand. I turn toward her and pain shoots through me.

Dont move, hon, she says. Your ribs. Two are fractured. The doctor says youll heal fine. Itll just take a few weeks.

A few weeks? I try to rise, but I cant move. Its like Im strapped down. Then, I realize I am strapped down to keep me from moving. I look at the IV bag on the stand next to the bed with the tubes leading to my arm.

Theyre dripping pain reliever and a couple of other things into you, hon. Youre going to be OK. She pats my hand and smiles.

Darryl? I ask. W-what?

Heart attack, hon. Poor guy died right after he She looks down. well, after he did you.

Someones at the door. Its Clint! We gotem, Jer, he says, with a big grin. We gotem all, thanks to you and Tiff. He struts across the floor and puts his arm around Tiff. Then he kisses her right in front of me! Not a short kiss either. A sensual lingering one. A real tongue tangler. Some woman you got here, Jer, he says, coming up for air. Think Im going to like it here.

W-what? I say, stammering, trying to focus on them like two amoeba doing a love dance under a microscope.

Tiff looks up at Clint. Hes going to stay awhile, hon, while you heal.

Dont mind if I do, Clint says, squeezing her shoulder.

Oh, look, hon, Tiff says, putting her hand on a small pink TV-like thing next to the bed. Clints hooked up this baby monitor so we can keep an eye on you from the Master bedroom. We can hear you and see you. And, you can hear and see us.

When we want you to, Clint says.

You just talk into this little microphone here, she says, pointing to a small hole in the TV monitor. Ive well, weve hired a nurse full time. Isnt that great?

B-but I try to speak, but nothing wants to come out.

Another figure appears at the door.

OoooWeee, hows the cute little patient?

Its Weed! But, it cant be. Hes dressed in a nurses uniformdress, cap, white shoes, and hose! Hes even wearing red lipstick!

How I slur, unable to form my words clearly. My head is spinning and feels like a wobbling top going out of control.

Inside man, Clint says. One of us. A master of disguise. Wasnt he great?

He gives Weed a high five.

Hes going to nurse you back to health, Tiff says.

Yeah, Weed says, speaking in a higher pitched voice than normal. You two better skedaddle. Jer here needs his beauty rest.

Youre in good hands, Tiff says. Then she and Clint leave arm and arm.

Nice couple arent they? Weed says, placing his hand on my bare calf. Hes wearing some kind of mink-like glove. It feels like silk.

B-but my wife Clint

He rubs my calf under the sheet.

Hell take good care of her until youre ready, he says.

His hand slides up to my thigh. I cant move. Whats he doing?

And, Ill take good care of you, he says, caressing the inside of my thigh, better than Darryl would have. It'll just be us two girls. He grins.

Two girls? Oh my God, is Weed gay? I cant believe this. My wife is sleeping with a black stud in our marriage bed, and Im being nursed by a gay bikerex-bikernurse who thinks I'm a girl. Who the hell is he?

Clint forgot to tell you, Jerrry, sweetie. Tiff was so convincing, weve hired her for our next job.

Next job? I say. What next job?

Devil Dogs, Weed says. Weve got a guy in there now. Clint and Tiff meet the main man tomorrow. Seems they have a weakness for pretty women like Tiff.

Tiff? Tomorrow?

Yes, hon," Weed says. They wont need me on this one, so Ill stay here with you until youre ready. He smiles at me and I notice hes wearing blush and eye shadow. Ill keep you shaved, creamed up, and lookin pretty as a teenage girl at a sock hop.

Hes rubbing my thigh gently, giving me a soft massage.

When youre up to it, he says, we can go fishing, until they wrap this one up.

I close my eyes. His hand is moving upward now, and I just let it happen. I cant move anyway.

Yeah, I say. Fishing. Lets go fishing. Maybe the crappie are biting.

Hes caressing me now with the glove in a most sensitive spot. I think about scaling fish, cleaning fish but on second thought, I think about his caresses. Theyre feeling better than the IV pain reliever, whatever it is.

I knew youd like this, Weed says. We can do this everyday, if you like, sweetie.

Yeah, I say. Everyday everyday I start to drift off, feeling myself cumming under his smooth hand.

Im thinkingmaybe its time to give up fishing.

THE END




Thanks for everyone's terrific comments!

 

Another story

Thank You, Mistress Michelle! Dolly does have another story she has been meaning to tackle. Dolly will try to locate it and see what shape it's in. If dolly recalls, it won't require as much typing since it's not written out in long-hand, but it is in need of some revision. It might be an interesting read over coffee!

Deep Curtsey,
dollyanne

P.S. Are You able to read a PC Microsoft Word file? Dolly could attach chapters or parts using MSWord rather than trying to reformat for a post that only allows 10,000 characters.

 

Thank You for the kind words, MsLinda!! Dollyanne is so glad You enjoyed her story. If You are interested, dollyanne has a new story started in the Members Fiction section also called, "Georgia on Her Mind." Thank you sooo much for the encouraging words!

Curtsey,
dollyanne

 

Thank you, pt! And Thanks to Mistress Michelle too! Dollyanne wanted to write another story for Mistress Michelle, but has been sooo busy of late there has been no time to write. You are very lucky to have a wonderful Mistress like Mistress Michelle!

Huggs & Curtsey,:animal0008:
dollyanne