Chapter 1
Blake Green stood in the doorway of his tent and looked off across the sloping green meadow to where the lake was hidden behind a screen of pines. He inhaled a great lungful of the clean mountain air, so refreshing after the soot and smog he faced every day in the hustle and bustle of the city where he lived. A flicker of movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned to watch his two children dashing across the meadow, bound for the lake and their morning swim.
Children. He could scarcely get away with calling them that anymore. Tod was fifteen, already as tall as his father and nearly as strong. He would be driving in another few months, as soon as he reached that magic sixteenth birthday. And as for Marsha, Blake could only shake his head at the way she had blossomed and grown before his very eyes. Watching her chase her brother across the meadow, firm young breasts bouncing within her tight red bikini top and plump round ass cheeks jiggling in time to her racing strides, he was fully conscious of the fact that she was, at seventeen, already a young woman in every sense of the word. Her golden skin and blond hair reminded him inescapably of Evelyn at that age, when they were still in school and dating.
The thought of Evelyn, his wife, caused him to turn back toward the interior of the tent. She was stirring now, still asleep but coming gradually to consciousness in the big double sleeping bag they always brought along on campouts. He watched her, blond hair fanning across her pillow and face flushed with sleep, and was stirred as always at the sight.
The camping vacations had become an annual tradition for the Green family, but this year the escape from hurly-burly city life had seemed more urgent than ever before. Blake and Evelyn had been having sexual problems, serious ones, and he had forced himself to admit that his job was a major source of the difficulties between them. He worked long hours at the office, in return for a very substantial salary, and on some increasingly frequent occasions business had taken him out of town to other parts of the state or country. Evelyn did not bear up well under his enforced absences, but the lack of physical closeness between them even when he was at home had come to weigh on her mind even more, and had caused a rift between them of late which he was very anxious to repair.
Blake Green loved his wife deeply, both emotionally and physically. He found it hard to make her believe that his sporadic partial impotence was merely the result of long working hours and the weight of technical problems from his job pressing in upon his mind even in his leisure hours. Once, after a stormy bedroom session which ended with him frustrated and her in tears, she accused him of seeing other women. And, while he had eventually persuaded her that her suspicions were groundless, their physical relationship had shown no marked improvements.
So the camping trip was a must. They had arrived at Wolf Lake only the previous night, after long hours of driving along winding mountain roads, each too exhausted to do more than gobble down a hasty dinner and go straight to sleep. But tonight, and for each of the nights remaining in their week-long vacation, Blake had promised Evelyn (and himself) that things were going to be different.
Watching her sleep, stirring slightly under the cover of the sleeping bag, Blake was struck by a sudden inspiration. Why wait until dark to begin taking advantage of what he had planned as almost a second honeymoon? The kids were away at the lake and would undoubtedly remain there until the smells and sounds of breakfast lured them back, and nothing else existed in that forest paradise to interrupt them.
Blake and Evelyn had not made love in the morning for a long time, and the thought of it excited him tremendously now. He felt his penis stiffening within the confines of his walking shorts as he crossed the tent quietly and knelt beside his dozing wife. Gently, not yet ready to wake her, he stretched out a hand and slowly peeled back the top covering of the sleeping bag.
Evelyn's golden body was slowly revealed to him as he withdrew the coverlet, and he feasted his eyes over every ripe swell and curve of her female flesh. She wore only a short nightgown of almost transparent material, which did more to accent the lines of her body than to conceal them. Blake nodded with satisfaction as he noted for the thousandth time that the birth of two children had left no visible signs on Evelyn's figure, and that she had kept herself in really marvelous shape for a woman of thirty-six.
Blake felt his cock lurch within his shorts as he crouched there, his eyes lingering over his wife's swelling breasts with their cherry little nipples peeking at him through the gossamer nightgown. Those breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing, presenting a scene of powerful eroticism to his gaze. Lower, as his eyes swept down her flat belly to the full swell of her woman's hips, he noted, gasping, that the short hem of her nightgown had been forced upward above her thighs, revealing fully the downy golden triangle of her pubic hair and the pink, pouting little lips of her cunt nestled beneath.
Blake was seized by a sudden inspiration. He stood quickly, stripping off his tee-shirt and shorts, standing naked in the center of the tent which they shared. He dropped once more to his knees, closer to Evelyn this time, an unmistakable light of passion glowing in his eyes as he again reached out his hand, this time to grasp the wrinkled hem of her flimsy little nightgown.
Just as his fingers reached the garment, Evelyn gave a little sigh in her sleep and turned fully over onto her back. The motion made Blake's work easier, as the hem of her gown rode upward another two inches during the shift. Again she sighed, the effort causing her breasts to rise and swell most provocatively. She began to stretch, arms going above her head and legs extending fully, slightly apart so that Blake had an unobstructed view of her coralline little pussy slit nestled there.
Blake Green could contain himself no longer. Moving swiftly, he shifted position so that he was kneeling directly between his sleeping wife's thighs. One trembling hand was outstretched, a long finger tip tracing its path teasingly down through Evelyn's pubic hair and along the pouting lips of her cunt. The woman's unconscious reaction was immediate. She moaned slightly, her lips apart, and her hips stirred a little on the mattress pad of the sleeping bag. Blake paused, holding his breath like a little boy afraid of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, afraid that she was about to wake. He would wake her up, all right, but later, when he was ready. Right now, it suited him to have her remain asleep and think she was having an erotic dream of some sort.
Again he reached out, stroking the moist slit of her cunt somewhat more forcefully this time. And again Evelyn stirred, her head rolling slowly from side to side and her hips elevating slightly from the ground as she moaned softly. Emboldened when she still did not wake, Blake brought both hands into the action at once, cupping and gently massaging the furry mound of her cunt with light, lustful strokes. He pressed and molded the pliant genital flesh with his hands, provoking a slow undulating movement of response from his sleeping wife's torso. She began to moan continuously now, her hips rising and rotating in a little simulated fucking motion as she received the manual stimulation to her heaving loins.
Blake paused, waiting, afraid once more that he had gone too far and his wife was on the verge of waking. When she relaxed back into deeper sleep this time, he noted with satisfaction a pained expression on her face, and a little groan of frustration issued from between her full moist lips. It was working, all right.
After a long moment, Blake craned forward, bending at the waist to bring his face closer to his wife's yearning cunt. He reached out with both hands, slowly and evenly prying her cuntal lips apart to expose the full coralline valley of her pussy to his gaze. He feasted his eyes over that moist, smooth genital flesh, staring long and hard at the budding little pleasure node of her clitoris and the clasping mouth of her rubbery vaginal opening. He took a deep breath, inhaling and savoring the aroma of her moist sex, and then leaned even further forward, his tongue lapping out to make contact with the exposed flesh of her pussy.
Evelyn's unconscious reaction was immediate and most emphatic. Her supple spine arched upward off the ground, her heels digging in as she lifted her crotch into closer conjunction to the source of her pleasure. The spasmodic movement forced the hem of her nightgown still higher, slipping upward now across the golden plane of her stomach, almost to the underside of her firm swelling breasts.
Blake licked and nibbled at Evelyn's cuntal furrow, timidly at first, then with mounting ardor as he noted her response. From time to time he risked a glance upward along the heaving slope of her body, watching her now-distended and hardened nipples making erotic little tents at the front of her negligee. Encouraged, Blake swirled his tongue tip around the tight little mouth of his wife's cunt, then moved up to capture the nub of her clit between his front teeth in a gentle vise. He flailed and lashed at that tiny erectile pleasure-bud with his tongue, driving the unconscious woman into a storm of mounting physical arousal.
Blake suddenly withdrew his mouth from Evelyn's steaming crotch, withdrawing to watch in immense pleasure and satisfaction while his sleeping wife groaned and writhed in frustration. Her hips jerked spasmodically up and down, seeking but failing to find the invisible source of the pleasure and erotic desire which had raced through her body only seconds before.
At last, Blake decided to take greater advantage of her arousal, moving closer between her spread thighs and rising so that his pelvis was on a level with her own undulating crotch. He guided his rigid penile shaft with one hand, thrusting his hips forward at the same time until the head of his bloated cock was in searing contact with her pussy, and then he let her do the rest. Unconsciously, still deeply asleep, Evelyn Green began lowering and raising her hips so that her cuntal slit was rubbing wetly along the blunt purple glans of Blake's prick. She accommodated herself quickly and naturally to the position, a sigh of relief slipping from between clenched teeth as she gratefully accepted the return of erotic sensation in her loins. Blake, for his part, was about to go insane with the intense feelings surging from the hot tip of his cock to explode in his loins and engulf his entire body. For a second he was deathly afraid that he might cum prematurely, but he tightened his free hand about the thick base of his penis, prolonging his pleasure as he gave himself completely to the moment.
Evelyn's breasts were hobbling freely under the lacy half-covering of her nightgown, and the sight was too inciteful for Blake to resist. He stretched out one hand, capturing the orb of one tit in his palm. He gently massaged that fleshy peak, thrilled by the taut and tingling nipple which spiked outward against his rotating hand. The added stimulation drove Evelyn to new gyrations of passion, bringing an unbroken string of soft little mewling cries to her lips. Her head lolled limply from side to side, her hair flailing across the pillow like a rapidly moving golden fan.
Blake sought to drive his sleeping wife toward ever greater peaks of subliminal passion. He released her breast, plucking with thumb and fingertips now at the stiffened little nipple bud alone. He captured that sensory node, tweaking and rolling it in his fingers until Evelyn's upper body joined her hips and crotch in a series of serpentine undulatory motions. He increased the pressure of his fingers, noting a little wince of pain cross her fair features only to vanish at once, replaced by a flush of even greater sensual excitement.
Blake pinched that rigid nipple, all the while manipulating the stiff pole of his cockflesh so that the broad head made repeated searing contacts with the bud of Evelyn's tiny clitoral node. The sleeping woman's movements had by now become almost frenzied, in keeping with the mounting tempo of her own animalistic lust. She cried out her passion, aloud, her voice throaty with desire.
"Oh yes . . . yes, please, more . . . " she moaned breathlessly, passionately, "Yes God, more, yes! Yes!! "
As if to complement her oral pleas, Evelyn's hands swept down to her crotch in search of the staff which was giving her so much unconscious pleasure. Blake gasped aloud as her cool fingers closed about his cock shaft, sending delicious shivers of pure animalistic passion vibrating the length and breadth of his muscular body. She pulled and tugged insistently on his penis, using it almost as a handle or lever toward some greater sensual fulfillment, pulling him steadily and inexorably closer to an actual penetration of her gyrating little pussy.
Blake allowed himself to be drawn into that sensuous vortex without resistance, following her forceful lead to the center of her being in one fluid thrust. He impaled her body, ramming the long stiff rod of his cock to the hilt in the steamy, tight little tunnel of her snatch, his pubic bone bumping firmly against hers as he reached the point of deepest genital penetration.
Evelyn Green came suddenly awake at the jarring impact of her husband's cock ramming itself to the hilt in her steamy little vagina. Her deep blue eyes snapped open, first with a hazy and startled expression, then focusing quickly as she took instant stock of the situation. An instant of surprise passed immediately, replaced by an enthusiastic response to the totally unexpected sexual zeal of her husband. She fell quite naturally and quickly into the fucking rhythm which Blake had begun to establish, pumping and gyrating her hips in a tempo which complemented and spurred on his own.
He surrendered himself totally to the thrills of the moment, lowering himself atop his panting wife and thrusting ever more rapidly into her wanting and yearning cunt. Each skewering thrust brought the heavy pendulum of his balls swinging forward to smack wetly against the firm cheeks of her buttocks, and the slicing entry and withdrawal on every stroke filled their tent with the moist, hot sounds of animalistic fucking.
Each thrust of Blake's hips pummeled at Evelyn's own supple body, forcing little whistling grunts of passion and exertion from her lungs as she fought to match his own lascivious pace there on the sleeping bag. In that eternal frozen moment, nothing took priority over their mutual drive to reach the heights of total erotic fulfillment. Their taut bodies meshed and locked, then were wrenched apart only to slither back together once more, their cries of passion mingling and rising to drift lightly into the primeval forest around them.
Evelyn's hands clawed at Blake's back, raking downward until her clawed fingers seized the rapidly pumping hemispheres of his buttocks, tugging his loins ever tighter against hers and forcing his pummeling penis deeper and deeper into her steaming pussy. Blake responded avidly, thrusting and driving with his cock as he drove them both on to mutual ecstasy. Evelyn's lips were drawn back tight from her pearly white teeth, a gasping cry of mingled pain and pleasure rasping from her taut throat as she felt the head of her husband's cock buffeting against her cervix.
Blake felt his control slipping, felt himself edging inescapably toward climax as he sluiced his rigid pole of cockflesh in and out of his wife's wetly clasping pussy. He fought to suppress his orgasm, biting painfully into his moist lower lip and filling his mind with problems from work in an effort to distract himself. It was all to no avail, however, and he could feel the churning cum boiling and stirring in the heavy pendulous well of his testicles. The nerves and muscles at the juncture of his scrotum and ass were bunched like a balled fist, signaling the impending explosion of his own mind-bending sensuous relief.
"Oh, God," he rasped breathlessly. "Oh Jesus!"
Evelyn sensed his coming climax and, still far from her own, cried out plaintively for him to hold back, to wait for her. Her wailing plea was of little use, however, as Blake felt the pent-up near explosion of his cum reaching critical proportions.
At last, in sheer desperation, he whipped his trembling cock out of his wife's clasping little vagina, rocking back on his haunches and inhaling great lungfuls of cool air as he fought to partially calm himself.
Evelyn realized his motive for withdrawing his cock in one corner of her lust-fevered mind, but by that time her body had taken over the play and logic had been cast to the winds. She writhed now, twisting and undulating before him, hunching along on her supple spine to bring her crotch nearer to his. Little pleading sobs of frustration issued from her throat in a continuous chant, begging with Blake for his cock to once more ram its way into her needing, yearning genital canal.
Finally, unable to bear the frustration any longer, Evelyn sat half upright, her beautiful features contorted into an animal snarl of unrequited lust. Both slender arms shot out quickly, her hot fingers seeking and finding the rigid pole of male flesh, closing about it and using it as a lever, a pull-handle to draw Blake's loins tight against hers.
Blake Green ground his teeth fiercely, once more battling the rampant sensations which raged and flared in his groin. It was to no purpose, however, for the mere touch of his wife's hands upon his tumescent cock was enough to send him over the brink, gasping and sobbing aloud as he exploded into orgasm.
Evelyn felt it coming, felt the massive cock pulsing and expanding in her grasp as the semen boiled over from its fleshy storehouse in Blake's balls and raced the length of his penis. She watched, transfixed, as the long spurts of viscous milky cum erupted from the cyclopic eye of his penis, splattering her breasts and stomach with thick smears of sperm, forming viscous rivulets and streaming down her abdomen to form pearly beads of moisture in the downy golden triangle of her pussy hair.
Blake fell away from her, gasping, his already deflating penis slipping wetly from her clenched fists. A tiny sob of frustration was torn involuntarily from Evelyn's throat, and then she turned away from her exhausted husband, throwing herself prostrate upon the sleeping bag once more and burying her face in the pillow as she wept softly.
Blake could think of nothing to say which would ameliorate the situation. It was not the first time in recent months that a tendency toward premature ejaculation had spoiled the rare sexual encounters between himself and his wife. Now, embarrassed and vaguely ashamed, he stood up, dressing quickly in his tee shirt and walking shorts, and silently left the tent, leaving his wife sobbing softly on their sleeping pallet.
Evelyn heard him go, turning to face the empty tent with tear-filled eyes. She rolled over on her back, staring fixedly at the peaked canvas ceiling above her. Multiple conflicting thoughts crowded in upon her still-reeling mind. Anger at Blake, tempered by a subconscious admission that he had not done anything deliberately to leave her frustrated. Anger at herself, as well, for not being woman enough or understanding enough to cope with her husband's sexual problems.
Above all, her mind was overwhelmed by fiery, unsatisfied lust. Her loins, indeed her entire body, ached and burned with the sensations which Blake's caresses and fucking had inspired in her. Sensations which as yet had found no outlet of release. Her breasts tingled as if an electric current was flowing through them, provoking her cherry little nipples into rigid, quivering erection. And the smearing of Blake's hot cum upon her flesh had a very sensuous and provocative effect as it slowly cooled and congealed there.
Slowly, haltingly, Evelyn cupped those tingling mounds of breast flesh in her palms, stroking and massaging them in a desperate effort to release some of the erotic tension seated there. Her palms chafed and stroked across the erectile little buds of her nipples, sending unexpected little jolts of renewed sensual pleasure through her torso, having the exact opposite effect from that desired.
Evelyn gave out a tiny sigh, conscious of where her actions were leading her, but unable to stop. The thick, creamy droplets of cum which smeared between her palms and her satiny breasts produced an unusual lubricating sensation, heightening her sensual pleasure and sense of excitement. Another moan issued from the naked woman's throat, no longer one of frustration, but rather one of resignation as she determined to find the sexual relief which her husband had been unable to give her.
Her hands began to work more avidly on the cones of her tits. She pinched and tweaked the distended buds of her ultra-sensitive nipples, milking electric little shocks of erotic pleasure out of them, sending tendrils of hot desire racing downward across her heaving belly to explode in the pit of her crotch.
Evelyn let her hands follow those racing little thrills downward across the wet, luscious plane of her abdomen, her fingertips tracing moist little tracks through the congealing pools of Blake's semen. Her breath caught in her throat as her hands reached the curly blond forest of her pubic hair, skirting the triangular rim before moving deeper into the interior in search of her trembling cuntal lips.
At the first feathery touch of her fingers upon her cuntal lips, Evelyn Green gasped uncontrollably, almost as if surprised by what she herself was doing. Her fingers probed further, slightly separating those pouting nether lips, still wet with the mixture of her feminine secretions and Blake's cum, and dipping lightly inside to tease at the coralline flesh within.
A moment of shame and humiliation halted Evelyn's eager hands, but was quickly gone as she rationalized her own impending masturbation as a form of "self defense" against her husband's own recent inadequacy in bed. She deserved the same sexual satisfaction which he derived from their infrequent fucking, even if she had to provide it herself with her own wetly pumping fingers.
Emboldened by her own lewd rationalization, Evelyn thrust her trembling fingers more forcefully into the moist interior of her hungry cunt. She found the node of her tingling clitoris, stroking and milking it seductively until her entire torso trembled with sheer erotic delight. A long finger swirled tantalizingly about the clasping, pleading mouth of her vaginal channel, setting off mental showers of sparks in her mind, then plunged deeper inside.
Evelyn was rapidly becoming lost in the erotic dream world induced by her own lascivious finger fucking. Eyes tightly closed, head thrown back, and thighs widespread to accommodate her searching, stroking hands, she masturbated furiously, driving herself on toward the pinnacle of sensual achievement, a mind-blasting orgasm. The nagging fear of immediate discovery should Blake return to the tent only served to incite her further, sending a delicious tingle of guilt and pleasure down her arching spine as she plunged ahead along the forbidden path to ecstasy.
Every nerve in the wanton housewife's supple body was alive and tingling, every tendon and muscle taut as she whipped her wet crotch into an auto-erotic frenzy. Her hips humped rapidly upward from the sleeping bag and hard floor of the tent, establishing a fucking rhythm of their own which complemented the sluicing, skewering efforts of her wet fingers. Again, for the sexond time that morning, the moist sounds of sex filled the tent, casting Evelyn's subconscious mind adrift in an erotic fantasy world all her own, filled with rigid plunging cocks and seeking, hungry male mouths that worked overtime to fulfill her every sensual need.
Evelyn Green felt her orgasm beginning, an unmistakable tightness in the very pit of her loins rapidly diffusing into a general feeling of intense heat throughout her lower body. Her hands worked all the more rapidly and forcefully, driving desperately now toward that erotic point of no return from which she would soar on the wings of sensation to new, undreamed-of heights of pleasure.
She came suddenly, powerfully, almost surprised by the sudden explosion deep in her pussy, the flaming skyrockets blazing upwards throughout her body, igniting bonfires of lust in her nipples and soaring onward to explode in golden streamers across the inside of her reeling skull. Strangled little growls of pleasure forced their way from her throat, irrepressible as she was swept away by a roaring tidal wave of total erotic excitement. Her naked body was rigid as stone, trembling from head to toe as she bucked her hips, writhing in a delirium of erotic passion.
A sudden sound shocked Evelyn partially back to reality. She froze where she lay, hands poised at the steamy mound of her cunt, ears straining to collect and identify that sound. At first, she was terrified that the sound might have emanated from her, it sounded so much like a growl of fierce, angry passion to her lust-crazed ears. But then, upon closer listening, she recognized the sound as something mechanical, like the throaty whine of one or more powerful engines winding up to their own feverish pitch.
Evelyn rose hastily from where she lay on the hard ground, pulling a terry cloth robe about her naked body and knotting the cloth belt quickly in front. She made her way on shaky legs to the entrance flap of the tent and peered outside, surprised to find herself staring almost directly at the back of Blake's head.
She gasped, startled, suddenly afraid and embarrassed at the thought that her husband may have overheard the sounds of her own lewd masturbation there in their tent. Her mind was quickly distracted from the idea, however, by the approaching sounds of powerful engines racing across the meadow. Craning to look over Blake's shoulder, she finally saw the source of the booming, roaring sounds.
Four large motorcycles were approaching their camp, ignoring the looping dirt road they themselves had followed, preferring to cut a swatch across the meadow itself, flattening the luxurious grass in long narrow tracks as they passed. Evelyn noticed that Blake seemed quite tense as the cyclists approached, his fists balled at his sides, legs slightly apart and braced as if he was preparing to meet an attack of some sort.
The bikers were almost upon them now, slowing and swinging in a broad circle that brought them to a halt directly in front of the tents. Evelyn could now see that two of the big machines had only one rider, while the others each had two, a driver and a scruffy-looking girl riding behind him, arms about the driver's waist.
The riders and their women were an unkempt group, with long straggly hair and, on the men, scruffy beard stubble sprouting after days without shaving. All were attired in torn and greasy denim jeans, with jackets of matching material from which the sleeves had been crudely removed. Each of them displayed a passion for bizarre patches and slogans upon their clothes, complete with swastikas, iron crosses, and many meaningless (at least to Evelyn) numbers and symbols.
A little shiver of anticipatory dread raced down her spine as she watched the grimy men park and rack their big machines, slowly climbing off and ambling slowly in her direction.