Chapter 10
A mile from the school, Terry stopped the van on the crest of a low hill. "Look at that," she whispered, tone filled with awe.
Nola marveled at the sinister beauty of the fire. It was like a moving red lace decorating the brows of hills and the lower mountains. The dancing flames painted livid figures in the billowing smoke. She thought she could see devils dancing in some wild, terrible drama.
There was aura of untamed passion in the flames and Nola unconsciously crushed her thighs together, smothering them against the puffy lips that shielded her inflamed vulva. Just a few hours ago, she reminisced, fires were raging just like that in my pussy and Terry was adding fuel with her wonderful fingers-up my ass and up my twat.
"We take this road," Terry said alertly as the van eased down the eastern slope.
Headlights picked up the primitive road that followed a small stream back into the Wasatches. Three miles up the rough road that had been flattened slightly by trucks and a water wagon and a bulldozer, the mountain walls retreated and they found the fire camp in a basin about half a mile wide. Terry followed the directions of a pointed flashlight and parked the van beneath some dark conifers.
For nearly an hour, they dispensed food and drink to men who crowded around the sliding doors in the side of the bus. A man who identified himself as a fire boss said, "Some of your kids are rolled in blankets up the creek, resting and sleeping. You could take some grub to them."
Nola didn't miss Terry's slow, knowing wink, eyes flashing with excitement and sensuality. "Let's load stuff in these grocery baskets and go find them," Terry said.
With flashlights, they found the youths, softly wakened them and left box lunches and coffee and soft drinks. "Guess we found them all," Terry said softly as they set one empty basket inside the other. "Let's go find someone to talk to."
Nola started to follow Terry hesitantly and was stunned by Terry's ferocity, "Go find your own kid to suck and fuck and I'll do the same!"
Senses numbed, she watched the lithe redhead slink away into the darkness, just the small beam of the flashlight marking her route. Nola considered returning to the van and making a pallet on the floor and napping. But Terry's planned escapade excited her. And there was a fleeting jealousy in her as she visualized Terry going down on a boy, then letting him fuck his saliva wet cock into her cunt. She was puzzled and bewildered by Terry who could do such a fervent act of love-making on her, then seek out a boy for her fun.
With indecision tormenting her,. she began groping her way through the thick brush, using the flashlight only sparingly so as not to attract attention or subvert Terry's game-and thus make her angry at her. Her footsteps slowed as she heard voices in the darkness. She crept closer, closer, closer.
Terry had scotched the flashlight with rocks so that it bathed the tiny glen with frail light. And she was sitting on a corner of a blanket, next to a youth's head. "Wake up," she heard Terry laugh, tousling the kid's hair.
As the youth raised and supported himself on an elbow, Nola knelt, the heels of her boots digging pleasurably into her butt. She twisted her body so that one heel dug into the crack and wedged against her burning, itching anal pucker.
"Is the fire real bad?" Terry asked, hand smoothing the boy's brow.
"Real hot up there," the boy replied. "The men watch us close and won't let us get in real danger. But it's really hot."
"Did you get any burns?" Terry asked softly, tugging the blanket from the boy's body. He cowered slightly with modesty, wearing only shorts and T shirt.
"No," he said haltingly.
"Well, Nurse Corbie told me to check you guys," Terry smiled, lying. She picked up the flashlight and flashed the beam over his bare, almost hairless legs, her free hand moving up and down his thighs-almost touching the prominent tenting in his shorts. She peeled back the tail of his T shirt and rubbed her palm across his bare midriff, up over his solid chest.
"Are you using a shovel or a pick or an ax?" she murmured, bending over him so that her hair brushed his skin and hid her hand from his eyes.
"We trade off on the tools," the boy groaned, his knees twitching as Terry skidded her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and abruptly palmed his limp penis and relaxed gonads.
"Hey! Miss Whitman!" He flung his head back onto the makeshift pillow of his outer garments and his boots. His body stiffened and bounced erratically as she tightened her fingers around his husky genitals.
"You say it's really hot up near the fire?" she said absently, fingers flying around his peter and nuts. "Is it hot down here?" There was a tone of mocking, triumphant laughter in her soft voice.
"Miss Whitman?" the boy groaned, writhing on the blanket as she put the flashlight back on the rocks and used her hand to yank his shorts down to mid-thigh.
"Just checking you for fire," she replied meaningfully and tauntingly. "Just lie still and let me do my duty for you." Boldly, she lifted his thickening spike and waggled it around, holding it just by the head with thumb and forefinger. "I don't guess you've been burned-yet." she gloated, a merry tone in her voice.
"You know, I admire you boys-carrying around a hose to put out fires here and there and yon," Terry chortled softly. "An I have a fire in a yon that really needs hosing."
The boy's bewilderment was expressed in a wavering, squeaking gurgle of a changing voice as Terry wrapped the fingers of one hand around his thickening dong while the others cupped and fondled his tender testes.
"Yes, young man," Terry murmured, letting her long hair tickle his face just before she captured his timid mouth with her full, demanding lips, "a nice hose and full tanks of fire extinguishers. We can't have a fire burning around here, can we."
"But-Oh, Miss Whitman," the boy protested weakly, voice shrill and breaking.
"Hush," she breathed against his quavering lips, french-kissing her tongue into his gulping mouth. "Just relax; you've worked awfully hard and you deserve to be treated nice and rewarded. Don't you agree?"
Terry moaned with passionate satisfaction as the youth began sucking on her tongue and she groped with a hand to begin clumsily removing her slacks. Awkwardly, but surely, she managed to get the slacks and her panties down around her ankles, lifting her bare ass so the night air could soothe and caress the smooth cheeks and torrid gash that gaped with anticipation of a husky young cock plundering her sexual depths.
"Do you like this?" Terry mumbled, fingers clenching on his fattening shaft of meat. "You're getting hard, Kid, you know that?"
He whimpered through his nose as she jacked him off roughly, flogging his meat toward full erection. "Want me to blow you? Give you a juicy blow job? I'll go down on you-blow your fuck-trumpet for you."
Clumsily, she began turning her body so that her shining rump was toward his amazed face. "See if you can untie and unlace my boots and get my slacks and panties off," she groaned, trailing her hot tongue wetly down his breast bone, over his heaving stomach. "You got a nice, long, fat bone," she encouraged his confidence and cooperation.
Holding his prick near the base, she began waggling it back and forth, around and around while she slowly masturbated him, goading his swelling balls into erotic readiness. "Ever screw a girl before? You know? Have you ever fucked a woman or had a girl suck your nice cock? Bet you have a delicious prick, too."
As he fumbled with her clothes, she helped by kicking out of her boots and slacks. "Just tear my panties off, if they give you trouble," she breathed, excitedly, impatiently. There was a muted sound of ripping silk and Terry giggled exultantly. "That's the way! Now my ass is bare and I can spread my legs and you can get your fingers in my pussy and jab one up my asshole."
The lad whimpered loudly, shrilly as she dived her face down on his cock, her mouth opened wide to take the full length of his prong into her throat. Slowly, she closed her lips like a rubbery gasket around the pulsating shaft, closed her throat down on the hot, fat glans and sucked her cheeks in around his blood-veined barrel.
She swallowed hard and more of his prick speared into her throat as the boy found her snatch, shoved his big finger into her and forked his thumb up her rectum.
Reluctantly, she drew back from his cock, licked at the head with the tip of her tongue. "When I start fucking my mouth up and down on your cock, I want you to fuck your fingers in and out of my butt hole and twat real fast and hard. You know, make me cum off in a big blast. And I'll keep on giving you a blow job-mouth-fucking you-and let you have your male fuck-fun by shooting your jizz in my face. Okay?"
He shoved his thumb so hard and deep into her asshole and his finger so far up her cunt she almost toppled onto her head, on the off side of him. But she swallowed six or seven inches of his throbbing prick and hung onto his high-rolling balls to balance herself.
"Tremendous," she gasped on an up-stroke, just before banging her face back down on his cock until her chin crushed against his groin. "That's the way to finger-fuck a gal-me!"
The lecherous, animalistic sounds of their panting was loud in the shadowy glen. Terry's slurping on his eager prick were almost obscene and his thumb and finger slish-sloshed in and out of her pussy and ass.
"Loooooove it," Terry squealed, "Gonna cum- right now! Fuck the fingers into my diddle-holes real fast and hard and help me cum!" She pushed her ass back roughly to meet the forward thrust of his hand, fingers gouging deep into her sex-craven cavities.
Suddenly, she gasped and choked and mouth-fucked him rapidly as his ass bounced in the air and he began streaming fiery jizz into her mouth and down her throat. "Glug, glug," she said, swallowed frantically, her tongue swirling and curling around his pistoning prick to get every drop.
"Jeez, Teach," the youth called out, a whimper of agony in his voice, "you're sucking my cock too hard-it feels so good it almost hurts." He crammed a bunch of fingers up her snatch, lifting her butt high in the air.
Cautiously, Nola crawled back around the tall bush as Terry finished her blow job, reluctantly swung her rounded fanny away from his face, his thumb and fingers pulling out of her asshole and pussy with the moist cork-popping sounds.
She crawled closer, closer, closer as Terry swung her left leg over the boy so that she was straddling his naked middle with her naked, hair-thatched snatch fully exposed. The boy's legs were stretched out straight, feet parted slightly.
Nola crept up until she was almost able to breathe on his feet, toes twitching and curling. With Terry's back to her, Nola warily turned on her flashlight, coasted the beam along the ground, up between the boy's trembling legs until it fully lighted Terry's behind. Perspiration glistened in the widely splayed crease between Terry's tensed ass buns. Her anal pucker was relaxed, bulging until Nola could see the slick, deep pink of the entry.
"Young guy," Terry panted, voice coming in a low, erotic hiss, "we really do it now. The very best part. When I get your cock socked all the way up my hot twat, we'll really fuck. I want you to fuck your cock 'way up in me when I fuck my pussy down fast and hard on your fabulous love-pole.
"What an elegant elongation," Terry trilled, pushing his huge hard-on back, letting it lay wet and hot and hard up the crevice of her butt. "I would cornhole it into my bowels," she whimpered, the sound of tears in her voice, "but I so need a huge, hard cock plowed into my tortured pussy, Honey. Now, you just do what I tell you, okay?"
Slowly, Nola elevated the beam of light so that it shone full on the sex-slimed head and shaft of the kid's cock. As Terry flexed her legs, muscles rippling in her tapering thighs, raised her ass and fumbled with the grand phallus, holding the blunt-pointed glans against her butt hole, she thought the little redhead had changed her mind and was going to plunge her body down on it and take his massive cock up her ass.
But she slowly swabbed the fat, dark head back and forth-up through her passion-greased vulva -then back over her anus and up the crack. Then she plowed it back and forth again and again. For a second, Nola played the light on the boy's balls that had swollen so much they had stretched all the crinkle from his scrotum. Each time Terry rubbed the grotesque head through her sex-gash, the boy's balls tried to roll out of their sac, under the groin bone and into his body.
"Oooooooh, Jesus," the kid panted, his pelvis lurching uncontrollably as Terry goaded him to an even greater erection.
"In a second," Terry moaned, "but I wanta get your magnificent prick all slicky and coated with my fuck-juices. Are you ready?"
She leaned forward until her fat, hard tits brushed his bare chest. A hand in her crotch manipulated his cock, aimed it into her parted gash, positioned the purplish head firmly against the fluttering entry to her vagina.
"You'll love every minute of this," Terry promised, "and I'll love every inch-the whole mile of cock shoved in me an inch at a time. Now, don't you move your rump at all; just lie steady and let me take you in. The penetration of a hot, hard, thick prick in a pussy is absolutely heavenly."
Nola extended an arm so that the flashlight was only inches from Terry's pooched-out brown butt hole-just an inch or so from the fat pouch of her pussy. There was a hot, sticky feeling in her panties and she knew she had reeled through a vicarious climax-just from watching Terry's conquest of the youth.
She saw the tips of fingers of Terry's other hand as they fully spread the outer folds of pussy sheath and slowly let her ass settle, muscles twitching in her buttocks and legs.
Nola almost yelled at her to go ahead, hurry up and get his cock fucked away in her snatch, she wanted to watch her top-ride and fuck the jizz out of him. But she caught her breath, gnashed her teeth on her tongue and watched Terry exert the weight of her body against the point of his female impaler. There was resistance in her coital flesh and the boy whined with ecstatic, erotic depraved pleading for her to go ahead and take his cock.
Suddenly, the massive head with the prominent corona-ridge popped inside her and Terry nearly collapsed. Soft, mewling sounds seeped from her lips and nose as she righted her body and forced her ass downward, taking his prick into her twat slowly, steadily.
It was almost hypnotic for Nola as she watched inch after inch of lusty lust-post vanish in Terry's glutinous pussy that leaked sex-oil. Her anal wring stretched and Nola thought woozily of shoving the flashlight up her rectum.
Dully, Nola heard a commotion back at the fire camp, whistles blowing demandingly. Here and there in the darkness and in the brush she heard mutterings and stirrings, then people stumbling through the brush toward the camp.
But she returned her concentration on what Terry was doing with the boy. She now had absorbed the full length of his staff and her penetrated ass rested over his youthful groin like a ludicrous umbrella. She reached behind her and pressed his full bag of goodies into the crack of her ass, against her burning butt hole.
"Now we fuck," Terry exclaimed exultantly, lifting her ass, his sex-slicked dick sliding out of her, pulling the inner and outer pussy lips along with it. Then she slid her sex-chute back down on his prick, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her. "God, what a nice prick you have. It sure fills my hunger spot full of fabulous meat. Don't you like this? I just love it. Fucking is so much fun-don't you agree?"
She raised her fanny so high that Nola thought she was going to lose contact, but she slapped her crotch back down quickly and his piston pumped back into her snatch with a wet squish sound.
Nola knew the head of his cock punched the bottom of her sex-well when Terry screamed raggedly and threw her head back, her back stiffening and bowing toward his feet. "Yes! Go ahead and pinch my titties while I fuck you. And now start up-fucking your cock as I down-fuck my pussy. See? Ain't that gorgeous? You know? Your cock is long enough to crash right into the farthest reach of my twat. Just wonderful-fuck me faster!"
Yelling and shouting back at camp became more intense and Nola let her attention drift from the carnal exploitation before her to focus on the sounds of engines, heavy trucks leaving.
Something seemed to be wrong, she mused nervously, scooting backwards, still watching Terry's ass fly up and down on the boy's flagpole. Shakily, she got to her feet as Terry screamed, "Terrific fucking! I'm cumming! Shoot your jizz in me, Baby!"
Terry threw her body down on the boy's, her legs pushed out straight beside his and her body wretched as she careened through the throes of climax. And the boy was whining, his ass trying to up-buck his cock father into her as he unleashed a massive stream of jizz up her snatch.
Almost blindly, Nola turned and ran back toward the camp that was strangely silent. And she ran right into the long arms of the man who had identified himself as a fire boss.
"The others," he panted angrily, "I counted noses and I'm missing a kid and you two women. Where are they? We got to get the hell out of here in your van. The fire has broken our lines and is burning this way."
She turned and pointed the flashlight on the naked boy and the half-naked Terry who had flopped onto her back beside him, legs sprawled, sated pussy staring at them, his thick, pearly jizz flowing out of her, down the crack of her ass, over her bulging butt hole.
"Son of a bitch," the man swore. "Come on, you two."