Hot Sand Kooters Beach

The old flip phone rang with a pleasing chime. From its tiny, tinny speaker, a female voice, sounding timid and uneasy, asked, "Hi, is this Kooter?"

"Yup, you got him."

"Hi, Kooter, my name's Laura. Trixy gave me your number."

"Trixy did? Oh, wow. Hi Laura."

"Are you still looking for a gang-bang girl?"

"Yeah, we are. Always looking. Trixy told you about it?"

"Yup. She said you guys were nice to her." And generous, too, Laura wanted to add. "So, I know a little about it. It's a camp for hunting, fishing, getting in trouble away from all the wives and girlfriends, right?"

"Yup," Kooter said. "But this time of year it's just fishing and target practice and stuff. There's a pond to swim in, to get cleaned up. For twenty years now we've been carrying bags of sand in there every time we go. The guys call it Kooter's Beach, because it was my idea I guess."

"So it's way out in the sticks, huh?"

"Yup. You won't need to hoof it, though. Unless you got a Jeep or a serious truck, we got a four-wheeler to run you in on, you and whatever stuff you want to bring. Trixy kinda liked it, I think."

Laura chuckled. "Yeah, she would. She's a redneck at heart. I tell you what, if she hadn't liked you guys so much there's no way I'd do a thing like this. But yeah, she really had a good time. I'd...kinda like to have one too."

"I'm getting the feeling this might be your first time doing something like this."

"Yeah, you're right," Laura said. "Same with Trixy, I'm pretty sure. Did she tell you that?"

"Nah, she didn't fill us in on her past sex life or nothin'. We knew she wanted to have some fun, wanted to get a little crazy I guess, but we didn't get into all the details. We're not a questioning bunch."

Laura chuckled. "A

little

crazy? She told me there was, like, twelve of you guys."

"Yeah, that night was pretty fun. No telling what it'll be like this time, though. Could be four, could be twelve. I'm pretty sure the guys will turn out for another one of those kind of nights. Everybody's been tossing money into the jar to make it happen. Just the idea of it's turned into something kinda special."

"So will it be the same guys? As with her? If there's a bunch of new bad boys I might not be interested. I'm really only doing this because she said you guys were so nice, and fun."

"No, yeah, we're all the same. She met every one of us."

"Even...the guy with the huge dick? Is he still there? She told me there was...a crazy big one."

"Ralphy? Yeah, I'll tell him you asked for him special. That'll make him happy. Trixy was real nice to him. He's a real shy one, lives up north of here a ways, in a cabin not much fancier than our camp. She ever go up and see him up there afterwards? Wouldn't surprise me if she did, but I wouldn't say nothin' about it."

"She never mentioned it," Laura said, "but, yeah, she's got, like, a life here in the suburbs, not far from me, so...maybe...I don't know. It's none of our business I guess."

"Yup, you got that right. Like I said, we're not a questioning bunch," Kooter said. "Ha!" he chuckled. "I do have to ask you some questions, though. Is that all right?"

"Sure. Hit me."

"You don't have any of them sexual disease things, do ya? You all clean?"

"Yeah, I'm clean," Laura said. "I'm not out fuckin' around like some people, so..."

"I hate to ask you this one, but...are you

clean

clean? A friend of mine said they hired a girl for this kind of thing at their camp and...he said they was pretty sure she hadn't taken a bath or a shower in a fucking month."

Laura chuckled. "I'm clean. I promise to shower right before I leave home."

"So yeah, you sound good," Kooter said. "I like your voice. Can you send me a picture or two? It don't have be nude or nothin', just something from not too long ago, what you look like now. I promise I'll delete it right away if you want."

"Wow, so you're the gatekeeper, huh Kooter? You got good taste in girls?"

"The gatekeeper! I like that. So what do you think, Laura? You serious about giving this a shot?"

"Yeah, I mean...Trixy loved it."

"Hey, that makes me happy," Kooter said. "The fact that she did, and...something I hear in your voice. I like you already, Laura."

Laura, smiling, said, "You're not so bad yourself. Yeah, I'm serious about this. I guess maybe I'm the bad girl that I always wondered about."

"The pay's the same as when Trix was here. At least a thousand bucks, plenty of food, plenty of beer and booze, a comfortable bed to sleep on till morning. If you look as good as you sound I'll guarantee you there'll be at least five or six guys here. Hell, who am I kidding, it'll probably be a full house again. We're all still talking about how good it was last time."

"Oh, wow. I guess I better bring my 'A' game, huh?"

"Feel free to go wild, Laura," Kooter said. "Feel free."

—

Just ten minutes later Kooter received a text, a crudely cropped picture of Laura in a bathing suit, a one-piece with a cleavage baring V-neck and openings on the sides, showing her bosomy, straight-sided, not-quite-an-hourglass figure. She wrote: "Sorry about the cut-up picture but my kid's in it. My other kid took it. Mom the bathing beauty LOL. I do have cesarean scars and some stretch marks. Hope that doesn't matter to you guys. I liked your voice too Kooter. I hope we can do this."

Kooter texted back: "No need to worry about anything darlin' Laura. You are our kind of girl. This Saturday good for you?"

—

Three miles away from her destination—just a few minutes at the speed she was driving on the deserted, narrow, back-country road—Laura looked at the wedding ring on her finger as she gripped the steering wheel. It crossed her mind to take the ring off, but it felt like more fun, in an odd kind of way, to leave it on, wearing it like a slut's badge of honor. She wondered if Kooter was married, and she figured the guy with the huge cock, Ralphy, probably wasn't, not if he lives like a hermit in a cabin somewhere.

Laura hit the brakes so hard her tires squealed when she saw the landmark Kooter had mentioned — a massively thick pine tree trunk with a white circle painted on it. The surrounding area was just like he had described in one of his text messages: a whole lot of nothing and then that noticeably big-ass tree. She pulled off the road, onto the sandy dirt that was speckled with wispy grass and spindly weeds, and she saw him, Kooter, a wispy spindly thing himself, his graying slicked back hair receding, his face scruffy with two or three days growth, his faded t-shirt emblazoned with an '88' logo and a race car. He sat on a muddy four wheeler, one hand waving, the other holding a can of beer. A rutted Jeep trail disappeared into the woods behind him, passing between rough-hewn wooden posts that held a swung-open gate made of crudely welded rusting plumber's pipe.

"Hi. Are you Kooter?"

"It's real nice to meet you Laura."

Laura smiled bashfully, her jitters making her feel like a twelve-year-old. "It's nice to meet you too. I hope you don't mind if I'm nervous. Was Trixy, or am I just a wuss?"

"Hell no, I don't mind," Kooter said. "Yeah, Trix was nervous. She started to relax after a couple drinks. She likes the moonshine, that girl."

"Oh, wow. Yeah, I might have one of those."

Kooter watched as Laura locked her car, its beeps and light flashes the most modern, civilized thing for miles around. Laura looked a little bit modern and civilized herself, more so than a woman would if she were a member of the camp, though 'No women members' was pretty much the mantra of most North Woods camps like the one owned by Kooter and his friends. Laura's whole outfit looked less than lumberjack — tight, stretchy bluejeans that were fancier than plain Levi's; a short-sleeve gingham shirt fit for a church picnic; and city-style hiking boots that would never hold up in the real woods. With an oversized handbag slung over her shoulder, she threw a leg over Kooter's four wheeler and nestled in behind him, noticing a strong smell of beer on his breath even well before sundown.

"How far in is it?" Laura asked.

"Oh, a good half-mile or so. It gets a little rough. You'll be needin' to hang on, to me or them handles there."

Laura wrapped her arms around Kooter, his thin frame equal parts ribcage and beerbelly; not a big belly, but enough to show he didn't care for the gym. The sensation was odd for Laura — apart from her anxiety over what she was getting into, Kooter was the first 'other man' she'd had her arms around in fifteen years or so.

Mud spattered Laura's boots and the lower half of her jeans as Kooter drove with some speed through ruts and wet spots. The trail is an eroded mess of truck and Jeep tracks, the mud silty and smooth in some places and crusty in others. Up over the rise it's drier, and Kooter picked up speed. Laura got the feeling he was in a hurry, and thinking that she was the reason for his impatience gave her the shivery goosebumps. What she was about to do was flat-out crazy, she knew it, but it excited her in a new and different way than anything had in a long while. A gang bang with rough and ready men had long been a secret fantasy of hers, pretty much all through her adult life. But fantasies are just that, fantasies, and her real life had been much more boring — a reasonable amount of basic sex, then marriage, then kids. The chance for making any of her porn-worthy slut fantasies real was over, she thought, until Trixy started bending her ear, slowly and carefully at first. It was a shock, in more ways than one, hearing what Trixy had done, but it didn't take long for Laura to get an inkling of the possibilities. Shock and desire co-mingled for a while, a difficult week that was as confusing as anything Laura had faced in her married years. Surprising herself, she let fantasy and desire win out over common sense, the noise of the four-wheeler and the breath of a beer-drinking near stranger letting her know she was right there, in deep.

"We're down in this valley here," Kooter said, yelling the words over the sound of the four wheeler's loud engine, its muffler long ago rusted to dust.

With trees whizzing by, Laura looked over Kooter's shoulder and saw it, the rusty metal roof of the camp. She'd tried to conjure the place in her mind many times, but this was different than she'd imagined, the woods older, the trees more towering, the camp bigger and much more rustic. From a distance it looked slapped together with left-over bits and pieces, scrap metal and scrap wood. She could smell the woodsmoke that was rising from a chimney, its milky transparent veil adding mystery to the valley's still air. The forest smelled different, too, pungent with the earthy scents of mosses, fungi and rotting deadwood. Kooter's four wheeler was relentless in its quest for home, the rough-riding noisy thing breaking free of the shade of deep forest, into a clearing. A crystal blue pond glinted sunlight, the camp looked even more like a tramp's cobbled together shelter, and the men were there, waiting. Laura's heart raced when she saw them, close to a dozen, she guessed. Kooter rolled to a stop sooner than she wished he would. A slower approach would have given her time to gather her wildly spinning thoughts, but it was what it was, and she was there, out in the wilds, and the men were circling.

Laura knew it was time. Acting shy wouldn't do. In her fantasies she was a different kind of girl, fearless and forward, not like her normal self, so she gave it a go. "Hi boys," she said, thinking about a nice tit-forward posture when she got off the four wheeler. "Is this where a girl comes to get the shit fucked out of her?"

"You got that right," a man said.

"I'm Laura, you guys. I hope I look good to you, cause you sure look good to me."

The bolder men moved in closer for a getting-to-know-you chat, and the quieter types talked quietly among themselves, drinking their beers, keeping their eyes on her.

Soon Laura was being shown around — the small sandy beach Kooter had spoke of; the rustic log-built pavilion at the pond's edge; the woodshed; a narrow cut through tall grass that they call the gun range; and the front porch of the camp, scattered with a dozen mismatched chairs and a card-game-sized table made of unfinished graying plywood, its layers peeling at the edges due to weather. Way off beyond, at the far end of the gun range, stood bullet-ridden animals — a sorry-looking plastic deer and a homemade plywood black bear.

As Laura sipped clear moonshine, chasing it with beer, she got to know the men. Three of them, including Kooter, were sixty or so; four or five were middle aged like Laura; and four were in their young to older twenties. Family ties were scattered here and there — a father/son pair, an uncle/nephew pair, and two brother's-in-law. Only four weren't country folk, those few coming from the urban reaches of the nearest small city, where Laura hailed from. Those four, and quite a few of the others, are construction workers with blue-collar in their voices.

Jim and his brother-in-law Mick were two of them, one a carpenter and one a heating and air-conditioning man. They both hung off on their own, keeping their eyes on Laura. Her eyes found theirs often, too, her looks at them sometimes nothing but horny and sometimes nervous. Two others also kept their distance — Ralphy and another, younger guy. Laura couldn't help but look Ralphy over, remembering all the things Trixy had told her about his strength and his over-sized cock.

Some of the more forward men struck Laura as the kind she wouldn't want to be married to, what with the devil in their eyes and no shame about showing it. She could imagine them hanging around stripper bars, fucking around on their girlfriends and wives. They were just the kind of men who populated her fantasies — bad boys and roughnecks, blue collar to the bone, half-drunk and horny. The fact that the ground around the camp was stained with deer blood, and littered with spent shotgun shells and empty beer cans, just made it all the better. This was pure fantasy she'd let herself into, and yet it was flesh and blood. Gritty, dirty and real. "Who gets to take my clothes off?" she said. "All you guys?"

Laura let her inner slut out, in a pure and easy way, reaching for crotches, feeling the hard growth, letting cock after cock out from their zipped-up hiding places. Her shirt was taken off of her, fast, her bra tossed on the porch table.

"Nice tits," and "Damn nice," and "Big enough to fuck," were some of the comments from those devilish-looking outspoken men.

"Yeah they are," Laura said, her shallow breath giving away her excitement. Her hands went there, to her tits, holding the weight of them, making her cleavage move with a soft jiggle. "You doin' it? Put your cock in there, baby."

Down on her knees she watched as the hard cock went there, to the warm chasm of her soft cleavage. She squeezed her tits around the manly shaft, feeling the hard heat of it, smelling the sweat of it, letting spit drop from her mouth to lube the man's tit fuck.

Two hard cocks appeared either side of her. While her tits were fucked she sucked the brash newcomers—one, and then the other, and then back, her hungry mouth starting to drool. Behind her, the tallest man grabbed her head, tipped it back as far as it would go, close to painful, and he tea-bagged her open mouth, first with his low-hanging balls and then with his cock, forcing it into Laura's mouth at an awkward angle. Her moans, loud and guttural, mingled with the men's animal utterances.

After she sucked some more of the cocks, and fucked another with her tits, Scott, the most bear-like of the men, picked Laura up, carrying her inside to the nearest bunk. The others followed. She started the unzipping of his dirty bluejeans, but let him finish, her own hands busy stripping off her shoes, jeans and panties. Naked in a breathless hurry, with her little white socks still on, Laura posed herself doggy style on the mattress, in front of all the wild men's eyes, and the bear of a man fucked her. It happened with no words. Laura certainly didn't know what to say, and didn't want to speak, and the others watched, amazed it seemed, some with their cock in their stroking hand, some stripping off clothes.

"Ohhh

fuck!

" Laura yelped, as the deep-fucking man gave her a good helping of his pent-up energy. Other men followed his lead, her pussy suddenly emptied of hard flesh and then full of it again, a different feel, a different heat, a different man. She looked back at them over her shoulder to try and keep track of things, but her crazed horny mind didn't want to be organized, just wanted to be fucked.

There were cocks in front of her now, too, wanting her mouth and her hands. Laura took care of them all as best she could, moaning happy sounds and occasionally crying out when the fucking was beautifully different or forceful. Still she looked around, wanting to know who, and where, and when.

Kooter was there, in her mouth at first, praising her, with his hands holding her head. And then another man, and another, and Kooter was behind her, making his own happy grunts as his nice hard cock fucked her pussy deeply.

The two quietest men double-teamed her, Jim in her mouth, her eyes looking up at him in a wondrous way, his brother-in-law Mick fucking her from behind, sensuously slowly. Whimpering cries floating from Laura's mouth gave away the thrilling feel of this nice slow fucking. "You're big," she said, happily, her eyes looking over her shoulder at Mick for a thrilling moment or two. He nodded, smiling in a mystical way, his hands firmly on Laura's ass, his cock slowly massaging the deepest g-spot inside her. That's when she came, with Mick deep inside her, Jim in her mouth, and some of the other men's hands fondling her hanging tits from both sides. A powerful orgasm, it burned through her like tingling fire, thighs trembling, pussy muscles contracting on the big cock that was fucking. Mick lost his happy mind, pulling his cum-spurting cock out of Laura's orgasming pussy, splattering his warm seed all over the back of her.

Then another man was in, then another, the energy rising, the fucking harder. "Yeah, give it to me!" Laura commanded through gritted teeth. "Fuckin' fuck me!"

One man flipped her onto her back, pressing her folded knees to her armpits. With her hands she held her legs that way, her pussy open to the world as never before, and she watched cock after cock enter it, each one feeling new. Ralphy was next, his cock the biggest she'd ever taken, the biggest she'd ever seen in the flesh. Being on her back was perfect, the perfect way, so she could watch this monstrous cock cleave her, watch it begin it's porn-worthy fucking.

"Holy fuck," one of the men said. "Jesus, girl, what's that feel like?"

"More," Laura huffed, watching the slow entry. "Fuck yeah, give me more."

With Ralphy all in, giving her every bit, fucking her smoothly, Laura was flying, eyes fluttering, mouth whimpering. "Oh, yeah!" she said. "That's it!...Don't stop!...Don't stop!"

"Make her cum, Ralphy. She's fuckin' hot and ready."

"Yeah, Ralphy, do it," another said. "Tickle her little clitty. She's fuckin' losin' it."

Ralphy tickled her clit with his big rough thumb, and Laura lost it. Looking up at the spinning blur of watching men, holding her knees wide near her shoulders, she let the big orgasm free. With her pussy squirting all over Ralphy's fucking cock, her mind spun in a hallucinatory way, and then a dizzy way, and then she went limp, her hands slipping off her knees, her body trembling, shuddering. Ralphy's hard steady fucking kept her orgasm there, until she couldn't remember.

-

"Want a drink? I got your moonshine, and a water. Take your pick."