Chapter 10
Terri hustled up the trail, the bar of soap in her pocket jouncing against her left breast. She wanted to hurry back in time to take a quick wash in the stream beside the punchbowl before they started looking for her father and Leroy.
Without her heavy pack on her back, Terri only took half the time to make the trip that she and the others had needed the day before. She had a stash of napkins in her hip pocket, just in case Nanci checked and she was all set for a quick dip as soon as she reached camp. The thirteen-year-old imagined she could smell sausages and eggs on the wind and a faint hint of woodsmoke. She reached the stone chute and scrambled up. All she saw was a quick flurry as Paul took off from his stooped over position in front of the middle tent. No one else stirred.
What's going on? Where are Mom and Billy and Johnny? Did Daddy already get back? Terri headed across to the middle tent and lifted the flap. As her hand touched the canvas, she heard grunting and panting and a constant, sloppy squishing sound. She turned the flap back slowly....
Ted's strength was sapped, almost totally run out, by the time the sun came up. He hadn't even bothered to climb back to where Leroy sat in the tree. The effort of climbing with only one good hand had winded him. He stopped ten feet below Leroy.
Ted hadn't been able to sleep any more, either. He wasn't afraid that he would fall ... he was too well wedged against the tree. The pain in his wrist grew worse and worse all through the night, but even that wasn't the problem. He'd never had trouble sleeping after he'd been hurt in a game. Ted was wide awake and worried because he couldn't see what mama bear was doing.
Snuffling and clanking and the cub's whimpers filled the night air. With the near-full moon gone behind the clouds, it was too dark to tell what happened on the ground below. Ted could turn his face upward and see Leroy peering down, but at the base of the tree was only a vague spot of inkier darkness moving around. It was so indefinite that Ted couldn't be sure if it was the bear moving or a fatigued weakness in his eyes.
Ages after he'd fallen, a dim, murky false dawn filtered through the air around him. Ted saw that it was definitely mama bear, not his eyes. When the light finally grew bright enough to tell what she was doing, Ted hardly cared. The throbbing ache in his broken wrist sent flashes of red across his vision when he accidentally used his left hand to move himself around in the tree. God damn that animal! I'd piss down on her if I could hold myself up and aim my cock at the same time! He carefully shifted and looked down to the base of the trunk.
Where are my arrows? What's that fucker done with my arrows? Ted hung further out from the limbs he'd wedged between. Covered 'em up with dirt, hey? Ahh, shit ... I can't pull the bow with this arm anyway.
"That's a smart bear," Leroy hissed in a stage whisper. Mama looked up and growled a warning. "See, Mister Flannigan? She dug out the log the trap's chained to. I bet she's going to carry it away and take him back to their den."
Ted waved his hand to shush Leroy, then winced. It was his left hand. He watched as the bear did exactly as Leroy had predicted. He heard sounds of branches moving above him. Leroy was coming down.
"You tore your shirt, Mister Flannigan," Leroy said. "Gosh, you scared me when you fell. What happened?"
Please, God, get this little asshole away from me, Ted prayed silently. "Don't go all the way down yet. She might still be nearby." He shifted and the long slash where the branch had ripped skin under his torn shirt opened up again. He closed his eyes briefly.
"I think she's probably too worried about her cub to come back after us," Leroy said. He waited until Ted opened his eyes again. "We better go back to camp. They must be worried about us." Leroy looked down to where mama bear had excavated all around the deadfall. "I never saw anything hurt so much. Why was that trap there, Mister Flannigan?"
Ted groaned. "Probably for coyotes. Nobody traps bears around here anymore." He slowly shifted his aching limbs and started down the tree.
"Let me help you, Mister Flannigan," Leroy said. He held a hand out, but his eyes flicked to the soggy, still-thick smear on Ted's thigh.
"Don't touch me!" Ted snapped. "I can get down all right!" He ignored the pain in his wrist and started swinging down from branch to branch. The end of his bow kept snagging, bouncing around to his head or his ribs or his groin. Only ten feet from the ground, he fell heavily. Ted didn't get up.
"Mister Flannigan!" Leroy wailed. "Are you all right?" The boy swung down from the tree and ran to where Ted lay. A look of pain, or perhaps disgust, flashed across Ted's face. His eyes closed again.
Terri ran blindly toward the edge of the punchbowl, then down the side hill. Branches and vines tore at her clothes. Mom! how could you, right there in the daylight! If Daddy saw you....
Gawd, Billy's thing in her mouth and Johnny's up her butt! No, I didn't see that!
It must have been in her ass ... why else would he be behind her? The way Johnny likes to touch titties, he wouldn't do it that way unless it was in Mom's ass! Terri almost splashed into the stream before she saw it.
She tore off her fatigue shirt so fast the bottom button popped off. Terri had no bra this morning and her high, firm titties bobbled deliriously as she grabbed the bar of soap before throwing the shirt aside. She undid her boots in record time, whipping the laces around the hooks like a sailor casting off from a plagued ship. Her fingers were shaking with shocked anger by the time Terri tugged her pants down and threw them on top of her shirt.
She had no right ... Well, I mean, not in the daytime ... not when I was earning back so soon. At least I tried to keep it a secret ... blowing them and then....
What a nice-feeling secret! Terri grinned to herself and waded into the stream. She scowled. Mom's gonna wear 'em all out! We don't have to be back home until Tuesday and I bet she....
No, Daddy will be back by tonight, I know. Terri looked down to where her panties still covered her pussy mound and the wide, well-rounded curves of her ass. God, girl, you have to start thinking straight! How can you wash with your panties on? She skinned out of the little bikinis and stepped further into the stream.
There was a nice, waist-deep pool a few feet downstream from her. Terri waded toward it, goosebumps rising all over her skin. This water's cold! "Brrr!" She stopped when the pool was up to mid-thigh. Her nipples poked out hard, a full pink inch of chilled flesh. Terri dipped the soap in the pool and splashed water onto her breasts.
"Ahhh!" she gasped. Droplets of water shined like diamonds around her nipples. A single rivulet danced down her cleavage and filled her navel. Suddenly the air seemed warmer-her legs began to get accustomed to the chilly water. Terri began talking to herself.
"How can I get back at her? Leroy's lost and I bet Paul got worn out before she started on Billy and Johnny." Terri moodily rubbed the wet bar of soap over her breasts, then her armpits. She stepped a little further into the pool and the water barely kissed at the fringe of her pussy hairs. She squatted down, rinsing all the way to her shoulders.
"Ooooh, that's ... nice, in a butt-freezing way," she whispered. "That really woke up my pussy!" Terri idly rubbed the bar of soap over the brown curls that guarded her labia and splashed water up at her muff.
"I've still got that sticky junk all over," she whispered. "I'd better wash good." Terri rubbed soap on, then worked her fingers through her pussycurls. She picked flecks of semen off the tops of her thighs, then squatted to rinse again. She stopped, submerged to her waist. Another stick cracked behind her.
Terri turned slowly around. Paul stood on the bank, holding his crotch with both hands. She stood up to face him, perfectly conscious of the way his eyes went to the dripping vee of her pussy hair. "Come on in, Paul ... the water's fine."
Paul didn't know whether to shit or go blind. He looked over his shoulder like a deer about to bolt into the forest.
Terri smiled at him. She held the bar of soap out toward him and beckoned. "You probably need a bath after last night," she said. "Come here and we can wash each other." Terri moved the bar between her breasts, then smeared lather all over the full, lovely shape of each titty. "Please, Paul?"
Paul started to back away. "I'll tell what you did!" Terri threatened. She was about to elaborate, but the boy stopped, then slid the clasp of his neckerchief down and started undressing.
Terri tried to keep from staring as Paul folded each piece of clothing carefully. His ears were deep red and the blush spread to his shoulders and chest as she watched. By the time Paul had stripped to his shorts, his whole torso was blushing.
Terri casually turned to the side, lifting one thigh to lather soap along it. The closer she rubbed to her pussy, the more she wanted to see what was tenting out Paul's shorts. She looked away for a second and when she turned back, Paul was naked.
His prick was long, longer than either Johnny's or Billy's and thin. Terri had never seen an uncircumsized cock before and she wondered what the extra flap of skin hooding the knob was. Her palms itched to investigate it.
Paul waded slowly toward her. "It'll feel good in a minute," Terri promised. "The water's not really that cold." She stood there like a dark-haired September Morn, waiting for him to come within arm's reach. Terri averted her eyes shyly and handed Paul the soap. "Would you do my back, please?" she asked and turned around.
It didn't matter that Terri couldn't see his prick directly. She had a photographic image of the long, slender wand engraved in her mind. She'd counted every bobbing motion it made as Paul approached and the woman-child imagined how he would look if she stooped to suck his prick.
"Oh, that feels lovely," Terri said. "Down a little lower ... lower." She swayed sensuously, then pretended to slip, falling back against him. "Oh!"
Terri turned around again, looking concerned. "I'm sorry ... you almost lost your balance," she said. She turned back around when he smiled. But I got to feel that nice skinny thing against my back and it's neat! she exulted.
"Don't be afraid to wash my bottom," Terri said, making her voice so soft it could barely be heard.
"What?" Paul asked. "I didn't hear you."
Terri reached back and found his wrist. "Don't be afraid to wash my bottom," she repeated, guiding his hand to the lush curve of her asscheek. She bent over slightly, presenting the pale mounds and the deep, narrow valley between. With the chill and the nearness of the hard-cocked scout, Terri's rectum puckered tight, then relaxed, puckered and relaxed. Warm fluid oozed over her freshly washed pussy lips. "And in between," she whispered. Paul's hand retreated from the voluptuous curves of her buttocks.
Paul complied, rubbing the bunched fingertips of one hand up and down her asscleft. His fingers stayed a little longer than they had to at the base of the slippery trough, but Terri didn't mind.
"Ummm, that feels nice," she purred. "I like the way you do that."
"I like it too," Paul said, a little louder than he'd been speaking.
"Do you like my bottom as well as you like my mother's tits?" Terri asked.
Paul's hand stopped, then pulled away slowly. "You ... you know?" he quavered. "She ... she wasn't going to tell."
"She didn't," Terri said. She turned around and took the soap from his fingers. A wild, free flutter in her belly and around the soaped-up ring of her asshole made her reckless. She slicked both hands thoroughly with soap, then dropped the bar. She moved her palms slowly up and down the upright shaft of his cock, lubricating it completely. "I saw you rubbing your penis in between her titties last night ... that's why I wanted to know."
Paul held perfectly still while Terri's hands slid his foreskin back, then rubbed lather all over the conical head of his prick. "It ... your behind ... it's too shallow," he stammered. "I-I don't think it would work."
Terri slid his foreskin back up around his cockhead and squeezed. She stared into Paul's eyes. "No, not in between ... right up my asshole." Terri waited until Paul looked away, then added, "If you don't, I'll tell my dad you did it anyway ... and have somebody else fuck me there so he'll believe me."
Paul shrank back, then nodded. "Okay. H-h-how do we do it? I never did it before ... not even in a pussy."
Terri felt a flash of fear. She didn't know how, either, but she thought, If Mom can do it, so can I! The ring of muscle around her pussy channel fluttered. "I'll turn around and bend over and you just put it in. If it's too tight," she paused, then reached down into the water, "put some more soap on your penis."
Terri turned her back on Paul, braced her hands on her knees and waited. It's a good thing he's so short ... I don't know how we'd manage if he was Johnny's size. "Maybe if you rubbed my titties with one hand," she suggested in a very small voice.
Paul's left hand wound around under her arm and rubbed soap on her breasts. Terri arched her back, pressing her titties against his hand. She looked at the way his fingers slithered around one nipple, then dashed to the other. She bore down, feeling the recently stretched tissues of her pussy open. Yeah ... that'll help, Terri told herself.
The narrow end of Paul's cockhead slid between her asscheeks, leaving a trail of soap along the deep groove. Terri held her breath as it approached her rectum, then bore down hard.
This is easy, she thought, then realized she was wrong. The first fraction of an inch of his cockhead had slipped right into the little opening, but even the relatively narrow head of Paul's cock suddenly seemed to stretch her rectum like a blunt stick. "Ummm!" she grunted, before she could stop herself.
"You okay?" Paul asked, stopping the jabbing pressure.
"Yes, I ... I think so," Terri said. "Go slower and rub my titties some more." She bent further forward and took a partial step back.
The smooth stones underfoot were slippery, but the chance of falling didn't bother her. Terri wondered if he would be able to get his cock in at all. It was nothing like having her cherry broken the night before ... the sensation was just a vulgar fullness in her ass, not a lewd, straining presence that was going to open her body to ecstatic pleasures. Again she thought, If Mom can do it, so can I!
Paul's hand had become quite at home with her breasts. Terri closed her eyes and concentrated on the soapy circles his fingers traced and the way her nipples stood out over an inch when his hand skidded so wetly across the tips. She ignored the steady increase of pressure at her rectum.
"Open yourself up," Paul said. Terri reached behind and put a hand on each asscheek. She dug her fingers into the crevice between her full, round buttocks and pried.
"Oh, oh, yes," Terri gasped. It was easier. She dug into her asscheeks again, getting a fresh grip and pulled her cheeks apart until the floor of her asscleft felt a mile wide.
Paul swiveled, trying to corkscrew further in. The little hole was tight and rubbery, resisting his prick like a solid wall of putty. Terri moved counter to his circles, hoping that he'd be able to wedge more prick into her asshole.
Little by little, Terri felt his cockhead press in. She recognized the sensation as the flap of his foreskin receded. The softer tissue kissed at her rectum as he swiveled lewdly around.
It was starting, definitely starting to move into her asshole. Terri felt the little tab of skin that held his foreskin to his cockhead. It pressed just at the base of her rectum when he swiveled down to press his prick upward. The edges of his glans bore against the rubbery little muscle and Terri forced down from the center of her belly. With a slick, quick "pop!" the head was in. Terri sighed.
Paul moaned behind her. "Gawd, that's good ... all dry and furry and hot inside! I wish I didn't have so much soap on my dick." He moved around in a lusty circle again.
Terri wished he had more soap, not less. She was glad to release the downward pressure and let her ass-ring contract around the neck of his cock. She felt the ridge of his knob and the softer fold of his foreskin just inside her asshole and a strange, vulgar heat filled her. I bet I'll feel it clear up to my stomach! she thought and Terri began to move again. Her tiny, fragmented motions urged Paul to fuck further into her asshole.
Paul took the hint. Without soaping the shaft any more than Terri's hands had, he pressed forward and upward, aiming his prick for the small of her back. Little by little, the tapered shoulders of his cock spread her rectum and his prickmeat moved higher in the long, dry tube of her ass guts.
Terri lost track of the feeling until pressure up inside made her gasp. "Oh, ow! Please," she begged. "It hurts!"
Paul stopped forcing his prick deeper and began to withdraw. An inch of his prickmeat slipped out of her ass.
Terri felt like she was taking the biggest, most pleasurable shit of her entire life. The bone-hard ridges that she'd only felt with her hands or her mouth seemed inches high as his cock slipped back. When the swollen ring of the head, cushioned by his foreskin, moved back to bear against the wrong side of her asshole, she let out a loud, yodeling scream. "OHHHwoowwwWAAHH!"
Paul stopped. "No, it feels too good!" Terri moaned. "Don't take it out!"
There was a connection between her asshole and the heat in her pussy and Terri realized it again. When she'd fingered both her cunt and her asshole before, the lewd, shivery vulgarity of having a fingertip in her butt had made her go crazy. Now, without even touching her cunt, she felt her clitty winding up like a spark generator. Terri moved her ass in a quick, shuddering shimmy and Paul shoved more cock in.
The extreme sensitivity of her tiny rosebud made Paul's cock seem miles long. Terri moaned low in her throat, but she moved her ass back toward him so there would be no mistake. She liked the feeling, liked the strange, unclean air of degradation, the odd, remote-control way his cock stimulated her clitty. Terri moved faster, milking the stretched ring of her asshole back and forth on his shaft.
Paul was moving back and forth now, but Terri didn't mind. He wasn't about to pull his prick out of her ass and that was what mattered. She swiveled her hips, trying to feel where the head of his cock had reached. Since only her asshole had feeling enough, real feeling to override the thrills shooting from her clitty, Terri couldn't tell where the thick, delightful ridge of his knob was until she swiveled around.
And swivel she did, rolling her ass like a carnival ride. She felt a strain up inside, high in her guts and realized that he must be about to strike bottom. Terri pushed back at him, but a pain started high inside, up where her ass tube kinked. She gasped and Paul forced more hard cock into her asshole.
"OHHH, GAWD!" Terri howled. The combination of a load of stiff, long cock in her ass and the flaming sparks surrounding her clitty set a fire in her brain. She butted her ass back against his belly, then stood up. Her hands went around behind Paul, holding him against her back. With a push of her toes against the bottom of the pool, Terri moved up off of his prick, then fell back down.
She was impaled on his cock-deliciously, lustily impaled. Terri moved up and down, pushing his cheeks down with her hands, then driving her overloaded asshole back down the length of his prick. She stood on Paul's feet and used the extra inch to rise until the head of his cock pulled at her asshole. It threatened to turn her inside out. "Paul! Paul, you better fuck faster," she warned. "You better fuck my asshole a lot faster and a lot harder!" Terri threw her head back, her long hair flying in his face. She started moving up and down in earnest, accelerating with every stroke.
The lascivious delight in her distended asshole drove her crazy. Terri loved having a cock in her ass. She drove herself down, then powered up, pounding Paul's feet into the bottom of the pool. The water around her thighs splashed and Paul's upthrusting hunches into her asshole raised little geysers with every stroke.
"Keep goin', keep goin'," Paul urged. "God, Terri I feel it ... it's climbing up my dick now ... it's going to come out...." He gasped in her ear, his breath blasting her hair out of the way.
Terri wiggled her ass from side to side. The incredible depth of the cock in her asshole made her want to split wide open. She thought for a moment that she could have Paul's cock cleave her like a log, shiver her asshole until she broke in two. "Touch ... touch," she whimpered, grinding back against him. Terri arched, moving her ass away from his belly, then drove back at him. Terri almost knocked him down. "God damn it, GRAB MY PUSSY!!" she screamed. "I GOTTA COME!"
Paul's hands wrapped around her thighs and dove into the soaking nest of her cunt hair. Terri felt him pressing at her cunt lips, mauling the whole zone around her clitty. She bucked and wiggled, feeling the stiff tension in his muscles. A little more pressure on her clitty, a little more fingering near her cunt hole and the whole lower half of her body would explode.
Terri wiggled like a snake, sliding wet, soapy skin all along his thighs and belly. The water around them churned. A paddle-wheel steamer would have made less noise, fewer flurrying splashes, than the ardent butt-fuck that roiled the pool.
Suddenly Paul's fingertips found her cunt hole. One dove in, then another. Terri felt him rubbing his cock with two fingers, pressing and deforming the thin inner wall between her two holes. The spasming ring of muscle at the mouth of her dripping cunt slammed shut on his fingers. The hand was trapped, but still wiggling. His cock pounded higher into her ass, then pulled almost all the way out. Terri screamed constantly, her voice wailing like a steam whistle. She wailed and battled, trying to get her cunt and asshole and the bursting heat of her clit to all go off before that tension in Paul's cock exploded.
Another hard, hot thrust of prick rammed her ass, then one stopped halfway. Terri felt him continue the stroke. It was the same short, sharp hitch she'd felt just before Johnny had flooded her cunt with spunk. She stopped yelling, concentrating on the pulsing length of prickflesh jammed so high in her asshole. She squirmed again, wrapping the satiny width of her ass-chute around his cockhead. Her hands left his ass, flying around to force his fingers deeper into her cunt. She jammed his other hand against her clitty and the whole world exploded.
The pain and the lewd, impossible fullness in her asshole combined with skyrockets of purest heat from her clitty. She felt every knuckle, every cell of Paul's hand where her cunt clamped down on it. Terri bounced high, then smashed down, feeling a sensation like steam blasting the inside of her asstube. She fell forward, flopping like a rag doll.
Her tits bounced up and down like water balloons as Paul dragged her upright again. He'd turned sideways, trying to keep her falling, spasming weight from tearing his cock off. The hand still trapped in her cunt held her ass tight against the rock-hard muscles of his belly. Paul held her still, driving his spurting cock again and again into her asshole, letting jizz fill the whole loose upper section of the chute. With a groan like a dying man, he unloaded the last drops of his come into her ass and closed his eyes.
Terri kept coming, kept milking her asshole up and down on his prick. She found the bottom with her feet and moved back and forth, back and forth, easing his cock deeper and shallower with every pulsating beat of her orgasm. She steadied herself, feeling his prick about to slip away.
A terrible emptiness and sudden slack in her rectum told Terri that Paul's cock had slipped out. His hand fell away from her pussy. The spasmodic tightness of her cuntal grip slacked. She put her hands on her knees again and let her head hang down. Oh, god, oh god, oh god! ran through her mind. She turned to face Paul, but only got halfway.
Her mother, Johnny and Billy stood on the bank watching. "Ohhh, God!" Terri moaned. She wanted the pool to open up and swallow her.