Chapter 3

Ron was driving. The three of them sat in the cab of the camper. Susan was at the fartherest end, with Lisa in between Susan and Ron. This was a good thing for Ron, because every time he glanced over at Susan's dark, luscious, tapering legs, his cock throbbed with forbidden passion.

As Ron began winding up the steep mountain roads, a bizarre thing happened. He had to negotiate a very sharp, sudden turn. As he did so, the force of the turn suddenly flung the soft, girlish body of his mother against him. He felt the delicious swell of her supple thighs. He smelled the alluring fragrance of the perfumed soap she had just scrubbed her body with. Ron's thoughts trailed back to the vision of his nude mother standing in the hall, her lithe curvaceous body nakedly displayed to his teenage eyes. He compared her to fold-outs he'd seen in girlie magazines and came to the conclusion that his mother, yes, his own mother, had one of the finest bodies around!

Ron suddenly checked his incestuous thoughts as the road became rougher. "Sure is wild up here," Ron said. "Yeah," Susan replied, "but it sure is beautiful, it's worth it."

"I feel like I'm in paradise," Lisa replied.

The view outside was indeed one to rival paradise. The summer sky was a deep, flawless blue. The pure, brilliant sunlight imparted a shimmering, vibrant quality to the trees and plants. Lazing sounds of buzzing insects filled the air as a gentle, refreshing breeze softly tossed the trees and shrubs to and fro.

"Pretty soon, it'll start getting dark," Ron said.

"What?" Susan replied. "It's only ten o'clock in the morning."

"I know," Ron said. "The trees. About ten miles up the road, the trees get so thick that they block out the sunlight."

On they drove, through gorgeous canyons and majestic mountain peaks. The trees were suddenly so thick that Ron had to turn on his lights. The sunny summer's day was suddenly replaced by a bizarre kind of day in night. As Susan glanced upwards, she could barely discern the patches of blue sky which occasionally peeped through the swaying tops of the majestic tall trees.

"Well," Ron said. "Do we want to play it safe, or rough it?"

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

"Well," Ron continued, "Right now we have the choice of going to Pike's Creek campground or turning off up here and hitting it up to the back country."

"Tell you what," Susan said, "if it's o.k. with you, Lise, why don't we stay at Pike's Creek for a day or two, then when we're all broken in, hit the back country?"

"Sounds good to me," Ron replied.

"Me, too," Susan said.

"It's a deal," Ron said.

They pulled in, then got out to inspect their newfound, temporary home.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "This air is fantastic!"

"So fresh and pure," Susan exclaimed.

Suddenly, a rough, burly voice cut through the peaceful silence of the mountain morning.

"Goddamn sonofabitch!"

The chorus of guffaws and catcalls followed. The riotous noise came from a group of campers two spaces down from Lisa, Ron and Susan. A rough-looking group of men, each holding a can of beer in their hands were engaged in a noisy game of horseshoes.

"We've got company," Susan said.

Suddenly the group of men became silent, as the dark, burly man holding the horseshoe pointed in the direction of Lisa, Ron, and Susan, then motioned for his friends to join him. There were hushed whispers as the men reacted with pleasure at the two, voluptuous wives which had suddenly become their neighbors. Lisa, noticing the group of men, said:

"Maybe we'll cut it short and only stay here one night," she said. "I don't like the looks of that football team over there."

"Yeah," Susan replied. "Those guys look like they might get pretty rowdy. It's only ten-thirty and they sound like they've been drinking all day."

The men suddenly began laughing uncontrollably, as if one of them had just told a dirty joke. Above the raucous laughter, could be heard some ominous-sounding remarks.

"Can't wait!"

"All right!"

"Whewie!"

"Oh well, I'm going to go and see if I can get some firewood," Lisa replied.

"Need any help!" Ron asked.

"No, why don't you two stay here and get everything hooked up."

"O.K." Ron replied, "I've gotta hook up the propane tank to the stove and drain the water tank."

Lisa went into the camper and removed a bucket to put firewood in.

"See you later," she said, and began walking down a dirt path leading into the thick, dark woods.

"I'd better check out that propane hook-up," Ron said, and opened the camper door.

He kneeled down and flipped the metal catcher which held the bottom of the stove in place. He quickly removed the old propane bottle and screwed a new one in its place. Ron heard the cab door of the camper open. Suddenly he heard the rhythmic, pulsing bass of a rock station as it filtered through the camper's back speakers and into the main body of the camper where Ron was. He heard the cab door close, and then, Susan was at the back door.

"You like my choice of music?" she asked.

"Sounds pretty good," Ron replied, noticing that Susan's hip-hugging cut-off jeans seemed to be a little lower than before; he could not only see the sensuous, hollow crater of her navel, but the fleecy beginnings of her pubic vee as well!

Ron busied himself checking hoses and connections in the camper. Susie shut the door, and did a peculiar thing; she locked the door from the inside.

Susan watched the handsome youth as he moved about; she could see the strong, rippling muscles of his chest and stomach beneath his tight-fitting T-shirt and thought of the forbidden act of seducing this boy. Well, he wasn't actually a boy. If that hard, tensil form she had pressed her hand against was as big as it felt, then this "boy" had a cock as big as any man she had ever been with, or maybe even bigger!

"You like to dance?" she asked Ron. "Yeah," he replied.

Susan stood in the center of the camper. She removed the rubber sandals she was wearing, leaving her naked feet exposed for Ron to see. Slowly, and invitingly, she reached her hands above her head and clasped them together above her. Starting from the graceful slope of her curvaceous shoulders, rippling through the swaying melons of her womanish breasts, coursing through the plane of her tiny belly, and undulating through the flaring femininity of her curvaceous hips, a ripple of girlish excitement slowly pulsed through Susan's lithe, curvaceous body as she moved sensuously to the rhythmic pulsations of the rock music. Ron was no longer concerned with the caper, but his wide, adolescent eyes were riveted on the snake-like, swaying body of the luscious, dark haired beauty who danced invitingly before him. Somehow, the clean, shaven, soft skin underneath her arms which was exposed for him to see, excited him. Wicked thoughts raced through his mind and he wondered what the rest of her voluptuous, womanly body looked like.

Susan slowly moved towards Ron who knelt on the floor. He felt as though he was kneeling before some ancient sex goddess as she writhed and wiggled before the teenager's fascinated face. He saw the firm, round skin of her tits as her womanish breasts danced beneath the tight-fitting halter of her bikini top. Susan suddenly reached down and grabbed Ron's head and crushed his mouth against the flat plane of her tiny belly.

The sensuous wife was amazed to feel Ron's tongue instantly snake into her navel and hotly lave her exposed belly with warm, moist swipes.

"Whoa, lover!" she said, gently pushing his head back, "let me get my clothes off first!"

She moved back a few inches, then reached behind her tan, curving back, and in one sure, swift move, untied the loose bow-knot supporting her bikini tip. Susan did not let the top fall off all at once, she was too experienced for that. She held her hand over the loosened garment, and oh-so-slowly peeled it from her high, proud tits, exposing only a little of her smooth, firm breast-flesh at a time. Ron felt his pants bulge as one of Susan's deep-red nipples jutted from beneath the thin garment. Another few inches, and the entire rounded swell of ample tit lay exposed as Ron's mouth began to water. Susan salaciously took her ripe, red nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.

"Would you like to suck my tit?" she asked Ron, matter-of-factly.

The benumbed teenager was too awe-struck to reply, as he greedily eyed the nakedly-exposed nipple of the delicious wife.

"Cat got your tongue, huh, Ronny," she replied, suddenly dropping her bikini top to the ground, and leaving both of her melonish exposed tits to the amazed teenager.

Susan had hit a nerve in the sensitive youth's psyche. He suddenly rose and stood before her, his eyes glaring.

"Don't call me Ronny," he shouted.

"Sorry, Ron," she said, almost out of fear.

Ron did not reply. He was deeply angered by Susan referring to him with a mere boy's nickname. Primal rage swirled through his mind. Goddamnit! How many times had he asked her not to call him Ronny? Who the hell did she think she was, anyway? Hell, he'd show the bitch! Not now, he'd go ahead and let her have her little striptease show, and then, he'd fuck her eyes out! He'd show her that he was as much of a man as she was a woman! He calmly stifled his rage and smiled.

"Forget it," he said.

Susan winked at him, not realizing that it was her and not Ron who was in for the experience of a lifetime!

She suddenly performed an act that Ron had only heard about. As rock music swelled and pulsed to frantic crescendo, Susan suddenly began twirling her huge ripe breasts in rapid rhythm to the pounding music . . . in opposite directions! Ron's mouth almost fell off his face as Susan's tits became heated blurs. All he could see was the fuzzy, circular trails of her red nipples as her entire body rocked and danced to the pulsing music. The music slowed and, in perfect mimicry, Susan echoed with her supple, agile body every note of the intricate sounds emanating from the speakers.

The music was very subtle now, a series of mellow soft guitar runs, and Susan's perfect thighs responded to every note. Ron watched as her tight, flawless stomach rolled and rippled. She turned slowly around, exposing the flowing womanish of her smooth, curving back. Her swelling buttocks were still hidden by the tight-fitting garment of her cut-off jeans, but Ron could clearly see that this was one tight little cunt, married or not!

The small of her trim back was moist from sweat, and her dark, lusty skin glistened invitingly.

Ron was getting a full hard on now, his cock felt like it was going to burn a hole in his pants. He walked over to Susan and stood in front of her. Suddenly she took his head and shoved it against the fleshy melon of her tight tit. Before Susan knew what hit her, Ron's eager mouth had encased the fine-tipped orb of her womanish breast and his tongue was slowly circling the thick flesh of her nipple.

"Ohhh, yeah!" she moaned.

Suddenly, Susan winced in pain as Ron's teeth cruelly nicked the sensitive node of her breast-flesh.

"Ow!" she yelped. "Not so rough, huh?"

Ron did not reply, but powerfully gripped the handles of her hips and ground Susan's soft girlisliness against his heated pelvis.

Before she could cry out, his wild tongue was snaking into her warm, mouth and he held her tightly in his arms.

Ron's hand was suddenly at the zipper of Susan's cut-off jeans, he pressed his thumb against the hidden slit between her thighs and her supple body quivered as the secret nerves in her loins began growing hungry with the exquisite longing of a cock buried deep between her long, curvaceous legs.

Slowly, Ron ran his tongue down her smooth neck, and hedged her zipper down the vee of her pubis. He glanced down and saw the lily-white line of her panties. Ron planted his mouth over the huge melon of her left breast and worked her rubbery, red-capped nipple hotly between his tongue and lips. He felt the thick orb harden perceptibly as he thrust the tip of his burrowing tongue into the center of its sensitive redness! A long, hot gasping breath of arousal escaped from her lips and coursed down her undulating, quivering body.

Susan's jeans were loosened, but still clung to the rounded swell of her slowly rocking pelvis. Suddenly Ron's finger snaked behind her soft, white panties, and found the fleecy tuft of her pubic hairs. Ron's finger salaciously rubbed over the mound of Susan's heated pelvis and the voluptuous wife began to breathe and pant in heavy, aroused rhythm. Suddenly her panties fell off, and the lusty, dark girl was naked to the waist, wearing only the silky garment of her snow-white bikini panties.

Ron suddenly positioned himself behind the young wife. He removed his shirt and pressed the soft girlisliness of her back against his manly torso.

Susan quivered in aroused delight as she felt the tight, well-defined muscles of the teenager's torso dig into the delicate skin of her naked back. Suddenly Ron's tongue was snaking down her exposed back. As his hot, wet tongue wiggled it's way down Susan's spine, Ron slowly knelt. When he came to the elastic band of her panties, he snaked his tongue lewdly underneath the panties, and inched the snowy garment of her bikini panties down the curve of her naked ass as his tongue gouged Susan's buttocks' fleshy cleft.

"Ohhh!" Susan chirped, 'That tickles!"

He worked her panties over the ripe flesh of her asscheeks, and suddenly the garment slid down her naked thighs and perfect legs and around her feet. Susan stepped forward a few feet and Ron, his tongue buried in the nether flesh of her ass followed her.

Susan was quite amazed that Ron had taken so much control. When she first thought of seducing the youth, she actually had contemplated leading him! And now it appeared he was leading her!

Susan felt a liquid, laving heat moving along the supple flesh of her asscheeks, and inching slowly between the hot curve of the secret valley of her crotch.

Ron had reversed his position; he was sitting on his buttocks and his head was buried in the middle of her thighs! She felt his tongue swirling into the pouting mouth of her anus, then inch forward. She felt her tan, tight thighs involuntarily spreading apart as his tongue wantonly worked towards it's objective; the secret slit of her married cunt!

"Oh yeah, that's it, lover! Lick my twat!" Susan moaned as Ron's tongue suddenly found the sweet-smelling fissure of her pussy. She uttered a whimper of true arousal as his tongue teasingly gouged the rubbery flesh guarding the liquid heat of her married cunt.

Susan felt Ron's hands tightly gripping the delicate nether flesh on the inside of her thighs and . . .

Suddenly she was in the air! With one sure, strong move, Ron had lifted the nakedly displayed wife above his head. His strong hands tightly gripped the half-moons of her buttocks and Susan's legs were wantonly straddled against the teenager's face.

Susan's head barely cleared the ceiling of the camper, but she didn't really care as Ron lifted her ass up about an inch and his tongue touched the pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris.

"Ahh! You've found my clit!" she moaned in delight.

Ron began working Susan's tight little ass deliciously over his mouth as he felt the muscles in the attractive thighs and slowly clench and unclench in response to his lingual lavings.

Wow! Susan thought to herself, this kid really knows how to do it! She thought he was going to jump on her and shoot his wad and that would be it, but now; she was really getting turned on!

Ron was still thinking of the times Susan had called him "Ronny." Yes, he would show her! He'd get her all worked up, then he'd . . .

Well, he had to think what he'd do to her!

A lewd, pagan thrill was coursing it's way through the nude, hot body of Susan. The thought that she was having her pussy licked by her best friend's teenage son seemed to heat the nerve-naked bud of her exposed clitoris to electric intensity.

The very thought that she was engaged in such an act of lust with who most people regarded as a mere boy, sent wicked, heated dreams pulsing through her dizzied brain. The thought of Ron's virile young body beneath her, holding her like she was a rag-doll while his tongue rubbed her pearl-like clitoris with fervent pressure caused her naked ass to wiggle salaciously as she wantonly began to grind her heated pelvis tightly against Ron's face.

Ron smelled the musky, pungent scent between her thighs and his mind danced with thoughts of shoving his cock into the clinging fissure of her unguarded cunt!

Yes, Ron thought, it had all been so easy! And here was a real woman, not one of those awkward, "inexperienced cheerleaders," but a real woman, as gorgeous as any movie star, a real woman who probably knew how to fuck like a bunny!

Susan suddenly felt Ron's tongue snake from the hardened bud of her clitoris to the heated, moist fissure of her unguarded cunt. As his tongue burrowed into the clasping heat of her married vagina, Susan felt the rubbery walls of her invaded fissure clasp the thick shaft of Ron's tongue as though it were a cock! She grasped him by the shoulders, tightly digging her fingernails into the hardened muscles of the youth's wide, sloping shoulders.

"Ohh!" she moaned, her breath becoming light and airy, "that feels good!"

Ron eyed the bunk; it was about level with his head. He walked over to it and sat Susie on the edge of it; the ragged folds of her unguarded pussy a few inches from his face. Yes, this was perfect; it would give his tongue easy access to the forbidden cleft of her cunt and he could run his tongue with complete mobility over the voluptuous nakedness of her splayed pussy.

He suddenly stiffened his middle finger and shoved it harshly and powerfully into the liquid heat of her pubis.

"Ow!" Susan moaned, "Please, not too hard!"

"I just wanted to get you good and loose," Ron said, a slight sneer coming over his face, "After all, it feels like your pussy's pretty tight."

With that he shoved his finger farther into her cunt. The pain of this sudden intrusion was allayed by the delicious renewal of Ron's tongue as it pressed relentlessly against her still-hardened clitoris.

As Ron slowly worked his long, thick finger in and out of the palpitating depths of Susan's naked cunt, he felt her lithe, tan legs wrap tightly around his neck and lock together. Ron took his other hand and reached behind Susan and grabbed a half moon of her naked buttocks, sliding his fingers into the moist, deep, fleshy cleft of her buttocks.

His stiffened middle finger was becoming wet and warm from the love juices of Susan, who was beginning to thrust her naked pelvis in lascivious rhythm against Ron's face as the initial pain of his digital assault was gradually replaced with sensual, thrilling pleasure as the hungry nerves in the fleshy walls of Susan's clasping cunt responded by grabbing tightly around Ron's hotly probing finger.

Ron could feel the oozing, liquid shaft of Susan's cunt as it filled with love juice. There was a slurping, gurgling-type sound as Ron roughly thrust his cunt-encased digit its full length up Susan's nakedly-splayed pussy.

Susan felt the fartherest reaches of her cunt push against the muscles of her belly and she lasciviously tightened her legs around Ron's head, pulling his tongue more closely against her splayed clitoris and forcing his finger into the unexplored depths of her throbbing pussy.

The pace of Susan's pussy-thrusts increased as her heated breath began to escape from her hotly working lungs in staccato gasps.

"Ah . . . Ohhh . . . Ahh . . . Oh . . . Ah . . . Ohh!"

Ron felt a definite surge of male triumph as he felt Susan's sweating, dark body begin to slip from conscious control of her mind and into the unpredictable regions of her own deep passions. The springs in the mattress began to squeak with each increasingly rampant backward thrust of the naked wife's hotly working ass.

"Mmmmmmm!" Susan moaned.

Ron quickly took his cue and shoved his forefinger as well as his middle finger into the moist tightness of her cunt! Susan felt a sudden burning sensation as both of Ron's digits stretched the vernal, supple skin of her cunt apart. She buckled, letting a long, hot, gasp of breath escape from her throat. But even the pain of both of his fingers rudely buried in her pulsing cunt, could not deter the delicious feeling of having her clitoris licked and her twat filled with eager exploring fingers at the same time. Despite the burning, Susan nevertheless wriggled her ass forward and wantonly and willingly impaled herself on Ron's exploring digits.

Yes, the married Susan was gradually being turned into a jiggling mass of heated flesh by her best friend's teenage son!

As the fervor of Susan's wanton humping increased, her nude melonish tits danced obscenely in the air as her deep, red nipples turned hard under Ron's double assault on her clitoris and pussy.

"Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah.. . ! " Susan moaned. "Faster, lover, faster, please! Make me cum! I wanna cum so bad!"

Ron responded by using the hand he had tightly gripped around her ass-cheek to deliciously guide her sweet-tasting pussy over his face with wild, spasming speed.

Ron's forehead, drenched with sweat, was flush against the tiny plane of Susan's belly, and he could feel the youthful muscles in her abdomen tremble and convulse as he brought the lustful, sex-starved wife closer to quaking orgasm.

Ron shoved the weight of his torso hard against the frantic thighs of the wildly gyrating wife in an effort to keep her from bucking off of the bunk.

God was she wild! She moaned, panted and screamed, cussing and muttering the most lewd demands and pleas for her own ravisliment! She kicked and rocked and squeezed her passion-filled thighs around Ron's neck with the tinsel force of a boa constrictor!

Susan felt the wicked, forbidden whirl of her own wanton orgasm begin to tingle and quiver in her married loins with the inexplorable pressure of a tidal wave as her body quivered with the full on power of an electroshock machine! Ron felt the ominous quaking of Susan's thighs and suddenly . . .

"Oh God! Oh God! Goddamn . . . I'm cummmm-iiiinnngg. Oh!" Susan screamed.

The trembling Susan did not care if anyone could hear or not! She screamed out the exquisite agonies of her orgasm and pounded her exploding crotch hotly against Ron's face.

Wave after wave of forbidden, ecstatic pleasure washed over the throbbing nerve-buds of her cunt as her pussy-lips clasped and unclasped Ron's wildly probing fingers.

When it was over, Ron slowly looked up at Susan, a slight sneer on his face, remembering his firm resolve to show this woman a thing or two.

"My turn, now, Susie," he said.

Lisa came slowly into the campsite, carrying a goodly load of fire wood. Not seeing anyone around, she peeped in the small back window of the camper. The curtain was drawn, but a tiny slit in the curtain allowed her to gaze upon the naked body of her best friend and the half-clad, sweat-drenched body of. . . her own son!