Chapter 14
The next morning, Terry was sheepishly subdued and Kenny was silent. There was nothing in Terry's gaze to indicate she was aware that Nola and Fritz had cavorted like a pair of crazy animals in heat.
While coffee was heated from containers in the van, the four of them stood in awe at the mouth of the cave and stared at their imprisoning forest fire. It burned like moving, tattered lace in the trees and heavy underbrush in the narrow, steep canyon.
"How long will we be trapped like this?" Nola fretted, gaining a sense of comfort from Fritz hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know," Fritz said flatly. He tilted his head, listening. "I think I hear an old B17 coming in with a load of borate-but I don't think the pilot can dump his load within a mile of this place. And when it does burn out, I don't know how long we'll be pinned in here."
"We'll all die," Terry whined. And she wasn't consoled by Kenny's hands on her bottom and her breasts, just tolerant of his caresses.
Fritz ignored her. "The thing that concerns me is that there may be another way out-and it could create some unpleasantness for us.
"Did any of you notice that the cave seems to be breathing smoke in from the narrow canyon. I suspect there is an opening somewhere that comes out near the top of the mountains. It is functioning like a chimney."
His hand drifted down Nola's back and she turned slightly and moved closer to him-so that Terry and Kenny wouldn't notice that he was rubbing and fondling the curvy flare of her buttocks.
"Kenny and I could explore and see if there is a passage out to the top of the mountains-above the fire or in an area that has already burned over and has cooled," Fritz said, almost as if thinking aloud.
"I think we should all stay right here," Terry said petulantly.
"Maybe," Fritz nodded. "But it could be that the wind could shift or something and the cave would fill with smoke and we'd have a helluva time."
Nola turned and peered back into the cave. Yes, she could see wisps of oily smoke seemingly sucked into the cave like old fluffs of spider web.
There was a sudden flash burning in brush and timber and a great wall of smoke was vacuumed into the cave. The four were gagging and coughing, eyes burning. Then the smoke was belched back out of the cavern and rolled about lazily before it was sucked back in again.
Terry sulked as Fritz and Kenny prepared to search out the cave. Nola helped them pack sandwiches, candy bars, a thermos of coffee and put fresh batteries in their flashlights. Squatting in the big side door of the van, she kissed Fritz and "mmmmm'd" as he laid a hand in her crotch and squeezed down on the firm, rounded puffiness of her pussy.
"Did I tell you-if and when we all get out of here-I'm gonna leave firefighting to other people, buy that motor home I looked at in Ogden and tour the country-Canada and Mexico, too."
"You didn't mention it," Nola mumbled as they French-kissed and she bit down on his swizzling tongue.
"Would you care to tag along?"
Timidly, she followed them until the gloom of the cave was inky, slashed only by the erratic beams of their flashlights. Then she returned to the van and peered ruefully at Terry who seemed thoughtful and sulky. After a time, Terry seemed to shake off her morbid silence and she smiled, lips curling slowly. "When they get back-and even if they do find a way out-do you want to swap? I mean, I think it would be a fresh adventure to get a dicking from an older man. And I know you will get your jollies-kicks out of Kenny. He really wrestles it in, the way he squirms between a girl's legs."
Nola sensed she was blushing hotly. Then Terry did know that Fritz had laid her that night. And she probably had heard everything she said -even the part about her offering to suck his cock. She wondered whether the bouncy redhead actually had slipped off to watch her go down on the wiry fire boss' meaty faggot.
"Why don't you hush, Terry," Nola fretted.
Then a whispering sound outside the cave forestalled immediate pursuit of the topic and they wandered to the cave opening. A light rain was falling and grew heavier as they stood and watched.
"Thank God," Terry breathed.
"I don't think providence has anything to do with it," Nola sniffed contemptuously. "All I can say it is that time of year and it's about time we got some rain."
She returned to the front of the van and added wood to the dwindling fire, feeling peevish and restless. She just hoped it would rain enough to reduce the fire enough so they could get out. She wished, too, that Fritz had waited another half hour before leading the boy with him to look for another exit. He would have a good idea of how much good the rain would do.
For a moment, she wanted to rebuff Terry for squatting beside her and putting an arm around her waist. But a quick look at the anxious face caused her to bite down on her tongue.
"How long do you think they will be gone?" Terry asked solemnly.
Nola shook her head, braced herself as Terry leaned against her. And she could feel Terry's body heat that seemed to flow from her breasts. "I'm really a slut, aren't I, Nola?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I just can't help it. I like it -being with a guy. I feel so reassured and comfortable-not to mention the heavenly sensations I get with a guy slamming his hot, hard prick into me."
"Oh, Terry," Nola chided softly.
"I just want to be loved; need to be loved," Terry sighed. "And I like making it with a girl, too. Corbie is really good."
The mention of Corbie, sent Nola's mind spanning the distance and she wondered how the little brunette was making out-safe and sound-at the school clinic. She wondered if many of those fighting the fire had been hurt and were being cared for there. And she wondered just how Corbie was caring for them.
Nola brushed absently at Terry's hands seeking her jutting tits. But Terry was persistent and Nola dropped her hands to her thighs and let the lithe redhead keep at her, hands persistent inside her clothes against the bare skin where her ribs Veed away.
Terry's breathing was harsh and fast in Nola's ears, but she could hear other sounds, too. Outside, there was a hissing spewing noise and the cave seemed to be sucking in moisture-laden, steamy air.
Unconsciously, she inhaled so Terry could slip her fingers upward, inside the cups of her bra. Nola swallowed with difficulty as Terry teased and pinched her nipples to tingling tips.
"Let me suck your cunny, Nola?" Terry whispered pleadingly.
"No, no, no-no," Nola murmured, not resisting as Terry eased her over backwards onto the ground. "You better stop it, Terry. Fritz and Kenny may come back anytime." But she liked Terry's hands on her warm, smooth cones. And she moaned as the redhead moved one hand to cup her crotch, pussy lips still tender and swollen from the ministerings of Fritz' massive pecker and his mouth when they had 69'ed. Terry's hand between her slightly parted thighs was almost as good through her clothes as if it were right on her bare skin and hair-matted mound.
"They could come back anytime and I don't think we want them to catch us at-you know . . ."
Terry relented slightly and let Nola sit up, but kept her hands on Nola's sex-stimulating parts. "Didn't you bring some other clothes? A skirt and sweater? I have an idea and we can have fun and we will hear them coming back and we will see their flashlights."
"I must be insane," Nola growled softly, pushing away Terry's hands and standing. She cast an uncertain look at the beautiful redhead's smoldering eyes and retreated to the van. She changed quickly-but left off the bra and panties. Before returning to Terry who was squatting on the blankets she had smoothed out, she cast a glance toward the outdoors. She saw no flames, just grey smoke-steam and the hissing seemed to be diminishing. The rain fell in sheets and streaks and the little stream was swelling from runoff.
Depression, a feeling of being lost or abandoned, distressed her as she moved, feet heavy and dragging toward Terry with the reaching hands and glittering eyes. Sex, she frowned, is the only soul food Terry knows.
Nola stood, expression implacable, staring down at Terry. She held her back stiff, head erect, chin up, breasts jutting into the sweater. She trembled slightly as she let Terry run her hands up her legs, under the skirt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, no panties, Darling," Terry purred, tone gloating with satisfaction. "Spread your feet, darling Nola. Please?"
Peering from lowered eyelids, Nola scrutinized the eager face, smiling ruby lips. And skidded her feet apart. Do what you want; take what you want-whatever will make you happy, she thought.
She was surprised, however, that her skin wasn't cold and her flesh unyielding. But there seemed to be a hot glowing under Terry's exploratory touch. And the tentative touch of Terry's fingers against the plush curve of the exterior labia of her pussy sent enthralling flickers of flame through her loins.
Where does she want me? she wondered, sparks flashing upward from the fingers parting the thick outer lips into her sloping, yet uptilted titties. On my back, dress up around my waist so my ass and tummy and cunny are there open and ready for her?
A finger dipped sharply into her fluid-coated vagina and the delicious sensation brought her up on tiptoe. Then she lowered her bottom to savor the sweet invasion of her twat.
"You darling," Terry cooed, "no panties and such a hot, smoky, juicy cave between your sexy legs. Did you leave off your bra? Oooooohhhhhh, I wish we were sure we had time so we could both strip naked-ass and suck each other. I just wish I could love your boobies with my mouth and kiss your sweet lips and eat out your pussy and stick my tongue in your little brown, tight asshole at the same time. Ooooohhhh, yummy, what a wonderfully sexy idea. I could just devour your cunt."
Nola continued staring down at her, acknowledging that she was as good as Fritz in finger-fucking a gal. She knew just where all the supersensitive areas were in a gal's vulva and inside her cunt.
"Come on," Terry urged softly, tugging with the finger in Nola's pussy as she lay back on the spread blankets.
Nola followed her, eyes quizzical.
Slowly, Terry lay back, hiked her own skirt and spread her legs. "We could rub our pussies together and pretend we both have peckers and have clitoral cums-but I think I would rather have you sit your fabulous bottom on my face and let me tongue your cunny and slick gash and fun-button. Turn around and sit on my face."
Nola shrugged, turned, placing her feet on each side of Terry, against her flanks, and lowered her exposed rear end. She held the hem of her skirt up around her waist and let Terry guide her curvy butt downward.
She gasped with delicious delight as Terry blew her hot breath all through her crack, against her parted pussy petals. "Aaaaagggghhhhhh," Nola growled as Terry suddenly latched her mouth onto her vaginal entry and blew her snatch full of her breath.
"Wheeeeeewwwwww," she sighed, sinking her feverish gash onto Terry's face, quivering from the sensation of having her sex-cavity filled without benefit of a dildo or fingers or a man's hard-on.
She leaned forward, hands on Terry's upraised, inner thighs and stared at the red bush that grew profusely across her mound and out of the Vee of her legs. The young woman's thick-lipped fuck slot gaped wide and she could see the deep, rich pinkness of the inner rose of the vulva. The entry to her pussy-where the young kid had plowed and pumped his prick the night before trembled like a flesh-eating flower.
Nola felt stronger and stronger spasms of pleasure building to a crashing explosion inside her seething cunt as Terry dabbed her scooping tongue up inside her. Nola crushed her bottom down harder, feeling Terry's impish nose in the crack of her ass, poking against her asshole. Wish you had a nose like Pinocchio, she thought dreamily, so you could cornhole me with it.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiieeee," Nola squealed softly, biting her lips as Terry's avid tongue drew her out and she orgasmed, feeling as if she were shooting sex-syrup, but knew it was only a fantastic sensation. That would be something-being cornholed with a nose.
Perhaps it was the way Terry's thighs twitched and floated in and out. But Nola took the hint and dipped fingers of both hands into Terry's crotch, spread the lips wide and crammed fingers of both hands into her cunt and began finger-fucking her furiously.
Just as she was coming down off an erotic plateau, she heard the frantic yell. She swiveled her head and saw the swinging, swaying beam of light coming toward them. Quickly, she stood, lifting her hairy snatch from Terry's sucking, lapping mouth. She dropped her skirt and smoothed it, bent and flipped Terry's down over the redhead's naked cunny and bare legs.
"Kenny," she said tersely, voice filled with alarm. "I think something is wrong." She was conscious of Terry's rising and standing beside her.
"Kenny!" Nola screamed, heading toward the bowels of the cave to meet him.
Panting, the youth stopped before them, shoulders slumping. "Fritz found the chimney-he called it that-but we can't get out. He fell and hurt himself bad."
"Badly," the redhead, the English teacher corrected.
"Hurt himself," the youth repeated doggedly, ignoring her grammar lesson.
"Where is he?" Nola demanded.
"Not too far," Kenny said, turning and leading the way.
Kneeling beside the injured man who was groaning dully, she ran the light over his body, saw the twist of his right leg. She felt gingerly. "Bone broken in the lower leg," she said-wishing Corbie was there with her medical training. There was a huge lump, all scraped and bloody on the left side of his head. "Probably a concussion-maybe skull fracture," she groaned.
Nola sent Terry scurrying back to the crude camp for a couple of blankets. As she knelt beside Fritz, his battered head in her lap, Kenny said, "I think we can use a couple of shovels from the truck."
"He isn't dead. We aren't going to bury him," Nola snapped crisply. But he had already handed her his flashlight and was gone. "Oh, Fritz," she half-cried.
"Light me a cigarette," he grunted. "Pack in my left shirt pocket."
She lit one for him and was helping him drink coffee from the Thermos cup when Kenny and Terry returned. "What are we going to do?"
Terry fretted, voice pitched higher than normal.
"We ain't gonna panic," Kenny said abruptly. And Nola was surprised and pleased with the firm, take-command tone of his voice.
She watched him place the shovels beside Fritz. "Handles too short to make a stretcher." Nola kept silent, almost reading possibilities from his Scout training being considered. She worked a blanket over Fritz and watched the youth take the other blanket and roll the shovel handles into them. He removed Fritz' boots and took out the leather laces. With them, he lashed the spade parts together and hefted the ends of the handles.
"What is that?" Terry demanded.
"My version of an Indian travois," Kenny said, a little proudly. "Help me get him onto the blanket."
Kenny tore a strip from the other blanket and gently tied Fritz' injured leg along one of the handles. "You two keep his head from bouncing," he said, turning, stepping between the handles and picking them up. "I make some horse," he said. And they started back toward the van.
"A real stud," Terry laughed.
After the women had made a blanket-pallet in the van and had Fritz inside, Kenny said, "I'm going to take a look outside."
When he returned in about twenty minutes, he said, "I walked all the way down to where we turned up here. I think we can risk driving out. No real fires-just some sputtering and fizzling. Lots of water and mud, mud, mud. Pack up and let's scram."