Chapter 2
Naturally I resented being left alone like that but what was there to do? Mark had disappeared into the bushes, moving like a shadow, and for a moment I could almost have thought that no one had ever been there. The warm trickle of cum from my cunt would have been enough to dispel that idea. I squatted down to allow the warm, sticky fluid to drip directly onto the ground and after a moment I wiped off my pussy, using my fingers. Man-cum has always intrigued me: I'm fascinated by the way it is at once sticky but also slippery, for example, and I've always loved seeing a cock at the moment of orgiastic completion. The way that stuff can squirt out always thrills me and I love holding a man in my hand when the supreme joy possesses him.
I wiped the stuff off my thighs-they were coated with it; he had shot off at least a quart, it seemed-and ran my fingers over my pussy again. That felt good, since the post-orgasmic numbness was wearing off, and for a moment I was seriously tempted to play with myself for a longer period. I resisted that impulse and cleansed my hands as best I could by scrubbing them with dirt. Then I dressed and started making my way out of the clearing to which he had taken me.
I'm a good woodsman, I've always believed, and it takes a lot to get me lost. Thus I found the main trail easily. There was no question of resuming my trip to Lone Falls Camp; what if Chuck and Terry, not to speak of Mark, were still there with that girl? How could I possibly face them, I asked myself, after the things I'd already seen and experienced that day? How, in particular, could I chastise Chuck and Terry for their abominable conduct when I'd been quite as depraved in my own?
When I got back to camp my panties were sodden with the remainder of Mark's cum, which had seeped from my cunt as I had walked. The crotch of my shorts was damp but fortunately the stains were not noticeable. I quickly removed my clothing and washed it, then showered and made extra sure that I'd lathered away every trace of his exuberant discharge. I couldn't wash away the memory of his cock, however; I seemed to be able to recall every nuance of feeling with the most incredible totality.
There was still the problem of the campsite and my responsibility for it. I owed it to Pastor Bockhaus to supervise the boys in their work, at least the part which he had hired them to do, and I couldn't shirk this duty. I would simply have to be firmer, I told myself, and to make sure that I kept a more resolute grip upon my emotions. I decided to go back the next day and to act as though nothing had happened. I'd attempt to brazen it out.
Something had happened, though. Mark's prick had the most curious effect upon me, leaving me with a post-orgasmic glow that lasted for hours. Long after the effects of that frantic fucking session should have worn off I could still feel his cock inside me, almost as intensely as when it had actually been there, and I could also feel his hot sperm flooding over the sensitive membranes and bathing me with liquid, fiery lust. The more I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind the more intensely they haunted me. I spent a restless night and got very little sleep, though I managed to find the strength to avoid taking the most obvious step-I sternly refused to give in to the gnawing pressures and give myself relief with my fingers.
Strangely enough, the more I fought to obliterate every memory of that disgusting session with Mark the more I remembered it. I berated myself bitterly for my weakness, reminding myself that I must set an example for the children at the camp who had been entrusted to my care, and these moments of self-accusation had some slight effect. Within a few moments after lecturing myself, however, I'd realize with a start that I was again reliving that moment of shuddering ecstasy with the impudent young man.
When I set out the next morning for Lone Falls Camp I vowed at every step of the way that I was going to act as though nothing had happened, no matter how Mark might look at me. I realize now, of course, that by concentrating so hard on resisting him I only fastened my attention upon the reason for resisting him. That is, in determining to fight against the subliminal magnetic pull between his cock and my pussy, I was in effect fastening my attention all the more thoroughly upon just those organs:
Dianne was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at the boys' camp that morning. They were all at work clearing brush away from the site we had picked for the main cluster of tents and I had to admit that, whatever else they had been doing, they had certainly made a considerable amount of progress in clearing the area. A number of large trees had been felled and trimmed; they had even dug up one of the stumps and covered over the marks of the excavation. Frankly, I was very surprised at the progress they had made and said as much, trying to make it sound as complimentary as I could. The boys basked in my praise and behaved themselves with the most perfect composure anyone could ask for.
They were all wearing sneakers and cut-off jeans, nothing more, and after a few minutes I became acutely conscious of their naked torsos. They were all handsome young men, well-built and in top physical condition, and I suppose almost any female would have felt a few warning twitches at finding herself in the company of three such handsome specimens, all nearly nude. No one mentioned Dianne or the appalling events which had occurred the day before; you might have thought that we were all the most serious, upright group any church pastor could have hoped to have working for him. After complimenting them again on their work and settling upon plans for the next phase of the operation, I took my leave and started back to my own camp.
Looking back on it, I'm positive that I didn't linger or dawdle anywhere upon leaving their camp. As far as I can remember I walked at the same steady pace I always used when out in the woods. Nevertheless, after I'd gone about a mile, I suddenly looked up and saw Mark standing in the trail in front of me. Again he was stark naked, except for his sneakers, and again that stupendous, spine-tingling cock of his had reared out like an angry, meaty spike! He watched me start with surprise, then pause in mid-step, paralyzed by the entrancing vision I beheld. I could feel my nipples and pussy growing at a furious pace and a dark, red fog of lusty emotion began gathering in my brain.
"There's a little clearing up this way," he said after a moment. "I've got a pad and a blanket up there."
With that he turned and moved off through the bushes, saying no more. When I put it that way, it will seem as though I willingly followed him, though I can honestly swear that nothing was farther from my mind. I can distinctly remember a feeling of shock when I felt my feet begin to move, taking me along the dim path he had followed; my mind told me not to do it but nothing I could do would stop my feet from moving of their own accord. T followed him and after about two hundred yards the trail broadened out into a small, rectangular opening.
As he had said, there was a sleeping pad and a blanket spread on the sun-warmed turf. He lay upon it, having removed his sneakers, and watched me approach. I walked as though I were in a trance, though I was all-too-aware of his presence and especially of that huge prick that reared out from his loins. I advanced toward him and stood meekly at the side of the blanket.
"You might as well get undressed," he said. "It wouldn't be any good with your clothes on."
I looked down at him for a moment, stunned, and then had a momentary flash of good sense. I turned to flee the clearing and the awful temptation lying there before me. Of course, the effort was useless; he was quick as any cat and caught me before I'd even reached the trail. His powerful fingers clamped around my wrist and brought me to a quick halt. Once I was in his grasp, it seemed that all my resolution evaporated and I became a meek, humble slave to him. He led me back to the blanket and pad he had spread out and brought my hand down to touch his cock. I flinched when my fingers touched the hot, stiff flesh but then grasped it firmly.
"That's the way," he murmured softly. "Just hold onto it and feel it for a minute. Let it grab you, that's good sense. Go on-skin it back, jack me off a little. It'll give you that good horny feeling!"
I don't know how he knew where to attack me but somehow he had picked the weakest spot of all in my armor of self-protection. I've always loved holding a prick, ever since that first day that Jerry put my hand on his prick, and manipulating the skin covering the hard shaft. The sight of that loose skin rolling off a lavender-hued tip, gradually exposing more and more of the mushroom-shaped head, has always made my body shriek with lusty excitement and brought my senses to the utmost degree of arousal.
My hand moved of its own accord and began pressing back upon the thick, hot cock. I saw the foreskin rolling back and felt my pussy throb more powerfully than ever. I was close enough to him that I could smell the scent of dried, stale sex upon him; the heated hard-on gave the odor a special piquancy and made it stronger than it would otherwise have been. I stripped the foreskin off the head and pressed it all the way back until the head bulged out like a lewd, obscene toadstool sitting upon an immense, fleshy stalk.
"Fuck me with your fist!" he murmured, smiling as though he knew exactly how his words would strike into the depths of my heart and make me even readier to follow his perverted instructions.
I shuddered and did as he said, though a small voice inside my brain kept warning me that I mustn't cooperate with him in any way. The urgency of that voice was as nothing when compared to the ferocious longing that had seized my loins in a vise-like grip. I could no more have made my hand stop working along his cock than I could have stood on my head! I watched the pink skin glide down over the tip of his prick, covering it almost completely, and then recede, allowing that flaring tip to emerge in all its sensual glory.
After a moment of that I was completely in his power. He saw that he had gained his point and he stepped back, pushing my hand away from his cock as he did so. He told me to undress myself and I began pulling off my shirt and bra, giving no thought to the enormity of the crime I was committing. If he wanted me naked, then naked I'd be-I could think of nothing but that. He lay on the blanket and watched; his dark eyes roamed over my body and warmed me even more. When I'd peeled off my panties and stepped out of them he motioned for me to turn around so that he could examine me completely; I found myself doing so and felt the lips of my pussy growing even bigger and more alive with feeling as I displayed myself to him. I could see that he liked my figure-as well he might; if I say it myself, there aren't many women, and certainly none 'aged thirty-three, who have a better figure than me-and that it excited him to see me stark naked. I turned back to him, facing him, and spread my legs wide apart. I felt a compelling urge to show him my pussy, to allow him to look into every part of that overheated, ultra-tender slit, and I even went so far as to spread the lips wide apart with my fingers.
"Get down here and suck me for a while," he ordered after a moment. "Let's see how well you can eat cock!"
Again I meekly obeyed his command. He could have told me to do anything, I truly believe, and I'd have done it. I was that far gone along the way toward sexual oblivion. I knelt between his legs and bent over his huge cock; again the scent of past sexual encounters assailed my senses and made me wild with the desire to have him in every possible way. I lifted the big rod gently, tilting it to a vertical angle, and then popped my mouth over it. It was so big that I could take it into my lips only with some difficulty but the reward for doing so was even more incredibly stimulating than I'd ever have believed.
The satiny softness of his prick's head glided easily against my tongue and I began licking him with long, powerful strokes. My tongue seemed to have developed a mind and will of its own. I forced my mouth far down the shaft of his cock, going further and further until it felt that the head of his cock was halfway down my throat, and then began moving my head around him just as Paul had taught me to do. I'd learned to love sucking that man's cock, even to relish the feel and flavor of his come splashing into my mouth, and I found that that love had never died at all.
"How do you like it?" he asked. "That's your own cum on it, you know; yours and Dianne's too! Yeah, after you left I went back to the camp and got it on with her. God, she went wild when I fucked her with your cum still on my cock; it really turned her on!"
Strangely enough, the news didn't sicken me, as you might have expected. If anything I felt another twitch of erotic fervor when I learned that his cock had been in Dianne's cunt after it had pleasured mine so strenuously. Ordinarily I would have been disgusted at the thought of sucking any man, much less one who had been in another woman but now I only sucked him all the harder. That, I suppose, could be taken as a mark of just how lewd and abandoned I had become.
The longer his cock stayed in my mouth the more excited I became. I honestly believe that I'd have had an orgasm then and there, without even touching my painfully swollen pussy, if I'd continued working my lips and tongue around that huge cock. Never had I felt anything so intoxicating! After a few minutes of this, however, he told me to stop and to mount him. At first I attempted to straddle his loins, hoping to guide that immense cock up into my cunt, but it developed that he wanted me to feed my pussy to him!
Naturally I made the change, since I remembered only too well the fantastic sensations which had flowed through my pussy and cunt when he had eaten me the day before. I got over him as he requested and fitted my opened loins down over his face. If he had done a superb job on me the day before, then there are no words to describe the way he licked, sucked, tongued, chewed and ate my pussy now! His lips went absolutely wild, touching me everywhere, and his tongue played over my excited flesh like a wild thing. I shuddered when I first realized what he was doing, but he even tongued my ass-hole! No man had ever so much as touched me there and now he was busily working his tongue over that tight little opening, probing it and making me feel sensations I'd never known before.
"Ah, you've got a sensitive ass-hole too!" he murmured, drawing his face away for a moment. "That's nice to know but right now I want to get some cum out of you! Let it go, let it go right in my mouth!"
His words excited me almost as much as his tongue had done and, when he again touched his lips to my swollen clitoris, I felt the powerful emotion surge up within me and then boil over. I ground my pussy against his face in a wild, heated flurry of movement and felt his tongue go darting into the mouth of my cunt, lapping hungrily at the hot, sensual oils which my climax had released.
"Aiieee! Ooooohh!" I wailed, jerking back and forth on him as the mighty waves of pleasure crashed through my body. "Anngghh-owwwww!"
Mark continued sucking harder than ever, as though my first come made him more anxious than ever to suck me off to completion. His big hands clamped down over my hips and held me in place. I could feel my cunt tightening up again and then exploding with renewed power, pouring out another massive jolt of orgiastic delight into his mouth, and then he made me come a third time. It was as though he could not get enough of having me that way; I must admit that I wholeheartedly relished the idea too and cooperated fully with him.
After my third climax he slipped out from under me and approached me from the rear, intending to bury his prick in my cunt, dog-fashion. I halted him momentarily, turning upon one heel to kiss his full, wet lips; the sight of my cum smeared over his lovely face warmed my heart and I desperately wanted to taste my cunt on his mouth. The moist, musky essence of feminine sexual excess again inflamed my senses with desire and after a moment I gladly dropped down onto my hands and knees to present myself to him.
Never having been fucked in this position before, I was uncertain what to do. I quickly learned, though, and he bellied up to me and guided his cock into place. The kneeling posture seemed to draw the mouth of my cunt up into a smaller space and I felt his cock better than ever. It seemed that he was far larger than he had been the day before, though I knew that this was impossible, and for a moment I wondered if perhaps he would tear me apart in his rage to penetrate the hole. He succeeded, however, and then I felt that wonderful, unspeakable fullness as he plunged into my cunt. His cock felt like a hot sword as it sliced into me, searing and burning its way deeper and deeper; he sheathed almost all that huge tool at once.
I shrieked out as I felt myself being invaded and stretched to the breaking point. His balls swung forward, brushing against my clitoris-the inward thrust of his cock had pushed the pussy lips inward, bringing the clitoris at its apex all the nearer to the base of his prick-and bringing another gasp of strangled, agonized, painful joy to my lips. Mark held my hips firmly in his hands and began fucking me with long, swiveling strokes. Again and again he plunged into me, thrusting deep and then withdrawing so that the very head of his prick was again resting in the mouth of my cunt. My excitement had generated enough of that cunty lubricant to ensure an easy passage for him but still I felt him as I'd never before felt a man. He seemed to be a good three inches deeper than any man had ever been before; it wasn't until later that I discovered that being fucked dog-fashion allows a woman to feel a man's prick to the utmost.
He fucked faster and faster and I began throwing my hips from side to side as he skewered in and out of me. By doing this, I made his cock probe into all the nooks and. crannies of my cunt, rubbing over all of them, and the added pleasure this gave me became so intense that I wondered how I could stand it any longer. Then, just as I felt that I was about to pass out from sheer sexual joy, he began to cum. He might have fucked Dianne, as he said, but it had done nothing to diminish the bull-like power of his balls. They gave every indication of being packed as tightly with hot sperm as the day before and the hot cream came gushing out of his cock at a furious clip. The spasms sent me into another flurry of orgiastic delirium and I began to come too. My cunt clipped and grabbed at his cock, as it sometimes does when I am being excited to the utmost, and attempted to squeeze even more of that delicious hot cream from the big rod.
Of course, I came again when I felt his prick blasting off those incredibly strong jets of steaming juice. The convulsive spasms spread quickly over my body, entirely overcoming me so that I'd have fallen into a limp heap had he not been holding me by the hips, and lasted for several minutes. Eventually they tapered off, of course, and left me with the most delicious feeling of sexual fulfillment. More than ever before, I felt that I'd helped a man reach the highest peaks of sexual pleasure and of course I knew that I'd ventured into areas of delight which few women ever experience.-
When Mark released me and gently lowered me to the blanket I lay there, weak and breathless, as he moved around and dangled his cock in front of my lips. Ropy garlands of cream hung from it and the entire tool was coated with our cum. I accepted it, though I could hardly move; the exciting taste of hot, fresh cum was enough to put new life into my weary body and I began sucking him in a more animated fashion. For a moment I thought perhaps he was actually going to come again-the prospect of having him shoot off in my mouth again made me suck infinitely harder!-but I was wrong; he had exhausted his balls with that mighty flood of cum he had shot into my cunt. When it became clear that I could get no more of that salty love-brew out of him, he got off the blanket and left.
"Come back day after tomorrow," he said, pausing at the edge of the clearing and turning slightly toward me. "I'll keep my prick out of Dianne till then; you'll be able to suck me off right then!"