The Compromise





Part Three



I didn't take me very long to rush home and get back to the woods but I was still

worried about what I might be missing out on while I was gone. Opportunities like

this didn't come along often and I was determined not to miss my chance.



I ducked into the woods about twenty yards from the main path and stayed parallel

to it as I worked my way up the side of the hill. It wasn't long before I spied a

familiar figure moving slowly down the path, furtively glancing into the

underbrush with every step. Timing my movement carefully, I crept closer to the

edge of the trail. I was so preoccupied with my prey that I didn't even realize I

was being stalked myself until a solid weight landed on my back and a wild whoop

sounded in my ears.



I thrashed wildly for about twenty seconds and was finally able to throw him off

my back. He laughed as he rolled over in the dirt. I jumped to my feet and glared

down at him.



"God damn it, David! You scared the shit out of me," I complained.



"I knew that shithead was hiding along in here somewhere," Steve chuckled as he

stepped off the path to join us. He slapped his thigh. "Oh, man. You shoulda seen

your face. I almost dropped the bottle, I was laughing so hard."



My anger was instantly forgotten. "Did you get it? Let me see."



David and I both crowded in as Steve opened his backpack and drew out a large,

clear bottle. Three inches of dark liquid shifted and reflected the afternoon

light as he held it aloft.



"Wow," David breathed. "Is it really Jack Daniels?"



"Read the label, stupid," Steve sneered. "Almost half a bottle, all for us. You

think you guys are tough enough?"



We both nodded eagerly, anxious to prove our manhood.



"What did you guys bring?" Steve asked.



"I swiped three of my dad's beers," David volunteered. "Nothing like a cold Bud

with a whiskey chaser."



"Like you've ever had one," Steve laughed. He turned to me. "How about you,

Bobby? Did you get the food?"



"Right here," I patted my bag. "I got munchies galore. Of course," I said as I

gave David a dirty look, "the chips are probably all smashed after your little

stunt."



"Who cares?" David shrugged. "I'm planning on drinking my dinner anyway. Open the

bottle, Steve."



Steve unscrewed the cap and held the bottle under his nose for several seconds,

then gave us each a sniff. I wrinkled my nose.



"Whew! It smells sorta like aftershave."



"You just gotta get used to it," David said. "I like the smell."



Steve shoved the bottle into David's stomach. "Here, then. You can have the first

swig."



David's face got a little pale but he was stuck and he knew it. None of us had

ever tried hard liquor before but, under the unwritten code of adolescence, none

of us dared show fear in front of our friends. It was ok to be scared; it wasn't

ok to admit it.



David took the bottle from Steve and looked at it for several seconds, then

lifted it gingerly and took a gentle sip. He managed to swallow it but his eyes

were watering as he passed the bottle back to Steve.



"Nice," he rasped, barely able to talk. "Real smooth."



"That's not how a man drinks it," Steve teased. "You gotta swig it."



He stuck the whole bottle in his mouth and tipped his head way back. His throat

convulsed and he made loud gulping noises. David looked over at me and winked. We

could both see that Steve was capping the bottle with his tongue. Still, he put

on a good show and that was acceptable. You didn't have to be tough to be cool,

you just had to act it.



After several long seconds Steve brought the bottle down and smacked his lips

loudly. He must have gotten more than he planned because he started coughing and

gagging. I took the bottle as David good- naturedly slapped him on the back.



"I'm ok," he mumbled when he got his breath back. "It just went down the wrong

pipe. Your turn, Bobby."



I made a great show of wiping the neck with my shirt, stalling for time. Finally,

unable to postpone it any longer, I but the bottle to my lips and took a small

swig.



I got it down without choking, but my knees wobbled as the whiskey burned its way

to my stomach. I could feel the heat spreading out from my belly as I grinned

weakly at my friends.



We all smiled and clapped each other on the back. Another step to adulthood had

been safely surmounted. We'd come out here today to practice our drinking in

private, and we'd proven to ourselves that we could do it. We weren't leaving for

a while- we needed to stay and practice some more, maybe find out what a 'buzz'

was- but the important work was done. The next time we were at a party and an

older boy brought out a bottle, the three of us wouldn't have to sneak away with

the younger kids before the fun started.



We were just starting to get a little giggly when we heard the rustling in the

bushes. "Shit," David whispered. "Somebody's coming. Bobby, go see who it is."



I crawled to the top of the hill we were hiding behind, then frantically signaled

to the other two to join me. "You guys are not going to believe this," I

whispered as they peered over the crest with me.



We could see a woman crawling away from us, down the path. Crawling. She had a

skin-tight top on and chains on her hands and feet. Her ass was bare, completely

bare. We all stared open-mouthed at the first pussy any of us had ever seen.



"Who is it?" David whispered when he got over the shock.



"It's tough to tell from this angle," Steve snickered, always a smartass.

"Whoever she is, she's a real slut. Look at her shake that ass!"



It looked like the woman was trying to crawl as fast as she could. All she was

really doing was making her ass sway from side to side. I felt a painful erection

cramp my shorts.



"We gotta see who it is," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's sneak around in front

of her."



As soon as we started to rise, though, David stepped on a dry branch. The snap

sounded like a starter's gun and the lady jumped up like she was coming out of

the blocks. Her chains tripped her and she rolled over in the dirt. She quickly

got back on all fours and spun around to see what the noise was.



"Holy shit, I know that lady," I said to the others. "She lives on my street."



She seemed as shocked at seeing the three of us as we were at seeing a half-naked

woman in the woods. I couldn't tear my eyes off her tits. They hung down sexily,

the upper slopes shiny with sweat and the bottoms barely covered by her outfit.

Her chest was heaving as she panted in fright.



"Wh-what are you boys doing out here?" she finally asked.



None of us said anything. We were speechless.



"This isn't any of your concern," she warned us. "Never mind me. You go on home."



She backed around a corner, facing us the entire way. We just stood there

spellbound until she disappeared.



"Wow, that was really something," David was the first to speak. "Did you guys see

her pussy?"



"Of course, dummy," Steve replied. "We got eyes, don't we. Come on, I want to get

a closer look."



We took off down the trail. As soon as she heard us coming, the lady started

hurrying but we caught right up to her and followed along about ten feet behind.

She crawled along until she was out of breath, then spun around again.



"I told you boys to leave," she shouted, then focused on me. "I know your mother,

Bobby Conrad! Do you want me to call her and tell her you're out here harassing

me?"



"We better go," I said to the others, worried about being recognized. "I don't

want to get in trouble. Sorry, Mrs. Haggerty."



"Are you nuts?" Steve asked. "What do you think she's going to say? 'Hello, Mrs.

Conrad. I was crawling around in the woods yesterday, showing off my big hairy

pussy to the whole world, and your son was bothering me by staring at it.' She'd

be the one in big trouble, not you."



"Yeah, maybe we should go tell somebody about her," David chimed in. Then seeing

the fear in her eyes, he added, "We can tell our parents we were just playing out

here and she jumped out of nowhere, buck naked, and tried to attack us."



"No, please don't do that," she cried. "Please!" She turned to me. "Bobby, you

know me. We're neighbors. Please help me."



I sensed an opportunity. "They won't tell anybody about you if you show us your

tits," I said. David slapped me on the back, grinning broadly.



She grimaced but I think she knew she didn't have much choice, because she didn't

stall for very long. Looking around to make sure we were alone in the woods, she

sat back on her ankles and lifted her hands to her top.



We all held our breath as the woman paused for several seconds, then peeled the

cloth off her boobs. I just expected her to give us a quick peek and then cover

up again, but she tucked the cups under her tits and put her hands on her knees

as she stared at the ground.



Her tits were fantastic, even if they were the first ones I'd ever seen. Big,

dark rings encircled her nipples, which were puckering right before our eyes. The

tips of her nipples rose and fell gently as she waited for our next move.



"Oh, shit. What a fantastic set of knockers. They're way bigger than my mom's,"

David said. Mrs. Haggerty blushed but she sat up a little straighter at the

compliment.



"You do have nice tits," I agreed.



"Thank you, Bobby," she smiled weakly.



"Yeah, her tits are nice, but I want to see that beaver again," Steve said.



"Go ahead, Mrs. Haggerty. Turn back around," I urged her. Her eyes started to

tear up but she nodded and got back on all fours. She turned and faced away from

us, her knees a foot or so apart.



We stared, transfixed. Her pussy hair was short, allowing us to see everything.

Her outer cuntlips were nice and plump, bisected by the dark pink line of her

inner lips. They protruded slightly from her crotch, actually sticking out beyond

the hair surrounding them.



Her ass was full and round, framing her pussy and the dark hole just above it. My

cock throbbed as I took in her tiny, crinkled portal. Somehow, seeing the asshole

of a woman like her seemed even dirtier than staring at her pussy and tits.



I was bent over a little, staring up between her legs at her tits which were

partially visible from behind as they dangled beneath her, when Steve shoved me

in the back.



"Go on, man. She's your friend," he said. "Go touch her."



Mrs. Haggerty jumped when she heard that but she didn't try to run. I think she

knew at that point that there wasn't a lot she could do about it anyway. She

flinched again when I knelt beside her but didn't move away.



I finally worked up the courage to touch her. Figuring I'd start someplace safe,

I gently placed my hand on her back, feeling the smooth material of her top. I

wasn't prepared for her reaction.



With a loud wail she spun toward me and threw herself against my legs. At first I

thought she was attacking me and trying to punch me in the nuts or something.

David and Steve must have thought the same thing because they took off running.

Nice guys.



I grabbed at her to defend myself but she clung to me like a madwoman. It took me

several seconds to realize she was sobbing, not fighting. I wound up kneeling

with her head in my lap, stroking her hair as she cried.



"Oh, Bobby! It's been so awful and I've been stuck like this forever!" she

wailed. "I've been so scared and I think I've lost my husband and I didn't think

I was going to ever get out and I'm starving and then Kelly called the police and

I had to hide and then you found me and now everyone in the whole world will know

what a fool I am!" She babbled on and on. I had no idea what the hell she was

talking about but I stroked her back as she cried. I figured she was having some

kind of nervous breakdown or something; it was definitely the weirdest situation

I'd ever been in.



Finally she lifted her tear-streaked face. "Is there any way out of this awful

mess, Bobby? Is my life ruined?"



"I won't tell anybody and I'll try to keep them from telling either," I assured

her as I patted her on the head. "But what exactly is going on?"



She put her head back down in my lap then and started telling me the whole story,

about the fight with her husband and locking herself into the chains. She

explained how she had scrounged food over the weekend and then how she had to

sneak out of her house to avoid the police.



The whole time she was talking, I could feel the heavy weight of her boob resting

on my leg. I could even feel her nipple pressing into my bare thigh, just below

the hem of my shorts. Her head was resting in my lap and as she talked her cheek

rubbed back and forth against my boner.



I started out rubbing her back but I steadily moved down until I was stroking her

bare bottom. Her voice caught in her throat the first time my fingers brushed her

pubic hair but she kept talking. Soon I was stroking across the swollen ridge of

her inner lips with every pass.



I looked up to see that David and Steve had crept back to the edge of the

clearing. Steve grinned at me and made a fucking motion with his finger. I nodded

and paused on my next stroke. Acting like I did this all the time even though my

heart was pounding, I nonchalantly pushed a finger into my neighbor's moist

bottom.



She stopped talking then but didn't lift her head. Steve and David crept up

behind her, staring open-mouthed as I pushed a second finger in along with the

first. I started fumbling around, looking for her clit.



"Will you help me, Bobby?" she asked without looking at me. "Will you help me get

home and find food and get out of these chains? Will you keep your friends from

telling? Will you help me out of this awful mess?"



"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty," I said. "I'll help you."



"Please call me Rhonda," she said.



She seemed to relax at that point and I felt her back arch to tilt her pussy up

toward my hand. I finally found her clit and her ass started humping back

slightly to meet me as I stroked her button.



I grinned like an idiot at David, who gave me a thumbs up and crept up behind

her. She stiffened when he touched her ass but held still. I drew my hand out of

her pussy and stroked her head as David took my place.



Rhonda's head was sliding back and forth across my erection as David pushed his

fingers in and out of her pussy. She turned her head and I could feel her hot

breath pushing through the fabric of my shorts. Her lips were pressed right

against my zipper and I was afraid my cock would explode.



David and I both worked up our courage at the same time. Stroking her hair with

one hand, I unzipped my shorts with the other. Rhonda was kissing my hand as I

fished around in my shorts. I finally hooked my cock and pulled it out and she

immediately engulfed it. No kissing. No licking. No tonguing it gently. She

swallowed the damn thing right to my balls and kept it buried in her throat.



Meanwhile, David had dropped his pants and knee-walked up behind her. He pressed

his cock against her pussy and it sank it right in. He put both hands on her hips

and started humping, his face frowning in concentration as he fucked her.



At the time I figured she thought trading sex for silence was a good deal. Later

I decided that she got off on not being able to stop us. For whatever reason, she

went nuts on our cocks. Her head started bobbing up and down on my cock as she

slammed her pussy back to meet David's thrusts. Steve had his cock out and was

fisting it as he watched our spectacle.



"Oh," David groaned. "Her pussy is so hot it's burning my cock! What a great

piece of ass! How's her mouth, Bobby?"



"Best blowjob I've ever had," I replied. The only blowjob I'd ever had, I

thought. Still, Rhonda must have liked hearing it because she went even wilder on

my cock, teasing the head with her tongue before she pushed my knob deep into her

throat.



"Get ready, baby! I'm cumming!" David suddenly made a face as his hips drove

forward. He twitched for several seconds, then collapsed across Rhonda's back as

she continued to suck my cock. Steve immediately pulled David off her and took

his place. Rhonda groaned around my cock as Steve entered her but began pushing

back to meet him.



I held out for as well as I could but her mouth just felt too good to last very

long. My balls tightened as I got close. Suddenly I felt my cum racing up my

shaft, shooting into Rhonda's mouth in violent spurts. Not a drop escaped her

lips; she swallowed it all and then licked me clean.



She finally lifted her face off my prick, only to have David shove his dirty cock

right under her nose. I expected her to push him away but she never hesitated. I

watched in fascination as she cleaned her own juices off his cock and continued

to suck him after he'd stiffened in her mouth.



We fucked her for almost three hours. Rhonda did whatever we asked her to,

without complaint. She sucked our nuts. She cleaned our slimy dicks after we

pulled them out of her pussy. She even masturbated for us while we were resting

between fucks. The only time she balked was when Steve shoved his finger up her

ass. She jumped away and crawled over to me, begging me not to let him. Relishing

my role as her protector, I told Steve her asshole was off limits. Rhonda hugged

me in gratitude and sucked my cock to another erection as Steve was forced to

content himself with her pussy.



I was fucking her for the last time when it occurred to me that I wanted to keep

Rhonda for myself. At least until her husband came home. Her pussy felt great on

my cock and I didn't want to share it with anyone. I had to find a way to keep

Steve and David quiet.



After we were all exhausted, I left Rhonda to rest in the shade and drew my

friends down the trail.



"Ok, guys. Here's how it's going to be. Rhonda is going with me. You guys don't

contact her again unless you're with me."



"Bullshit!" David exclaimed. "I can go see her any time I want."



"No." I was forceful. "You saw who she went to back there. She's mine. You guys

can only fuck her again if I say so."



"I'll fuck her if I want," Steve protested. "Who the hell is going to stop me?"



"I will."



"If you try, I'll tell everybody what happened here today," David replied.

"Everyone will know she's a slut then. She'll be the laughing stock of the town."



"If anybody, anywhere, ever finds out about what happened here today, I'm going

to immediately call your dad," I said as I looked at David. "And I'm going to

tell him about that hole you made in the plaster so you can spy on your mom." He

paled. David's dad had a violent temper and there was no way David would be able

to deny spying on his mother once his dad found that hole.



"There's nothing you can threaten me with," Steve taunted.



"I'll tell Tank Wilkins that you're the guy who put dogshit in his trumpet last

year at Homecoming."



"But I'm not the one who did it!" Steve protested.



I grinned at him. "Then just tell him that when he comes looking for you."



They both scowled at me. "Look, guys. We all got laid, didn't we? Look at the

bright side. But she's got a life to go back to. She's not a slut."



"You sure could have fooled me," Steve grumbled.



"I'm going to take her home and help her get out of those chains," I said. Then

it will be over, ok?"



Reluctantly, they both nodded. As we started back to the clearing, David suddenly

grinned.



"We sure lost our cherries with style, didn't we?"