Chapter 5
"We're a little high for quail," Ted said, "but keep your eyes open. Sometimes I think birds try to be smarter than hunters." He laughed.
Leroy and Terri were right behind him on the narrow, twisting game trail. It went uphill, then doubled back to the little stream again and again. When Ted could tell where the trail came out again, the little band of woodspersons would shortcut, avoiding the thicker tangle of brush near the water. Leroy carried Ted's shotgun and Terri had a small, soft pack over her shoulder. Billy and Johnny brought up the rear, canteens and machetes on their belts. Ted's big bow was slung over his shoulders and a quiver full of deadly-looking, razor-tipped arrows kept snagging branches and cutting through leaves as he led the group up toward the crest of the mountain.
"Daddy, I...." Terri said shyly.
"What is it, baby?" Ted asked. He turned around and saw her look away. His daughter's upper lip had little beads of sweat on it. "Oh." He held out his hand to Leroy. "Gimme your entrenching tool."
The blond minister's son unclipped a folding shovel from his belt. Ted handed it to Terri and whispered, "Face downhill and bury your paper." She nodded and broke off the trail into the bushes. "I guess it is break time," he said heartily and turned his back to the boys. He whipped his limber prick out and veritable waterfall of piss spattered off the side of the trail.
The three boys followed suit, buttoning up again before Terri came back onto the trail. "Thank you," she whispered to Leroy, returning the entrenching tool.
"Mister Flannigan?" Johnny asked, "Do you think we'll find anything up here? I mean, it's been so dry this year and all...."
Ted nodded wisely. "Yes, it has been ... that's why we're sticking close to the stream. All the game's up near the top of the ridges this time of year and they won't ever go too far from water." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Matter of fact, I thought I saw bear sign back a ways ... and it was fresh!"
"You mean that tur ... pile I stepped in?" Leroy asked. "Was that from a bear?"
"But, Daddy," Terri broke in, "you already shot a bear ... why follow this one? Remember that time you and Buck Manglem got that other one?"
"Really?" Leroy said, his eyes going starry. "How'd you kill it?"
Ted swelled up. "Oh, it wasn't really my bear ... me'n Buck were over a bait out in Colorado and he winged one. It took off, but a while later it came back poppin' its jaws and going' 'Whoof-Whoof!' Well, I fitted an arrow and pulled down on it and ... '"
Terri interrupted again. "It's getting kind of late, Daddy. Shouldn't we be going back?"
"Musta been a good four hunnerd pounds ... What, honey? Oh, well, I wanted to go up a ways and see what we can find."
"I'm awful hungry," Terri said. She jiggled her pack, making her lush bosom rise and fall under the thick shirt. "Besides, Mom's going to worry about us."
"Yeah, Mister Flannigan," Johnny said. "We have to pitch our tents yet and Missus Flannigan might need some help if she hasn't cooked over a campfire before."
Ted looked cross. "Aww, it can't be too far from here ... might even be two of 'em."
Billy Schroeder spoke up, wiping one hand through his red hair. "I know every part we've come through. Besides, John's got some recipes for his cooking badge he wants to try out."
"What, none o' you guys wants to hurt that bear tonight?" Ted said in amazement. "It's like hikin' with a bunch o'...." He caught Terri's glare and coughed over his words.
"I'll go," Leroy said. He turned to look at his leader. "I think we can go faster by ourselves, Mister Flannigan." He shifted the shotgun under his arm.
"Okay," Ted said. He peeled his sleeve back and checked his watch. "Terri, tell your mom we'll be back about two hours after you, okay?"
Leroy chimed in, "We'll probably be bringing something for breakfast, too!" He smirked, every inch the rebel of the parsonage.
Terri glared at Leroy. "I wouldn't bet on it!" I have the shells in my pack, you clown, she told herself. You plan to club something to death? "Come on, let's go get some dinner," she said and started down the trail in front of Johnny and Billy.
Terri liked the mountains ... the green around them, the odd, irregular spacing of trees and bushes, the constant bubbly reminder of the stream nearby. The birds flickered above and around them, chirping with alarm or pride, never near enough to worry about the green-suited trio walking through their midst. She began to notice more and more ... clawed marks high on tree trunks, great, wide streams of peeled bark overhead and strange small prints in the dust of the narrow trail. A tuft of fluff on a bush caught her eye and she wondered what manner of tawny critter had left it there. The print of her father's boot had rubbed out any trace of a paw mark beneath it.
Johnny and Billy were talking behind her. Terri couldn't help feeling a little strange when their voices fell then one of them snickered. She became very aware of the fluid roll of her hips and the tight-cased feeling of the tailored fatigues around her thighs. The pretty young girl walked faster, but all she heard was a deeper laugh. Her ears burned. All of her skin felt tingly, as if there were some strange, menacing creature near, or a conscious, thinking charge of static electricity along the trail. Terri let her footsteps lag, trying to pick up the mutters and whispers the two scouts passed back and forth. They seemed to be measuring the distance so she couldn't quite hear them.
Terri stopped, staring at a spot where two tapered ovals had pressed into the dust on top of a boot print. The boys' conversation stopped as they caught up to her. "Is that a deer?" Terri asked. Her blush had started to fade, only a little extra pinkness showing on her ears.
Tall, red-haired Billy warped his freckled face into a sneer. "Naw, that's a deer's footprint ... Butch." He elbowed Johnny and both scouts guffawed.
"What d'you want to know for? You gonna kill it, Calamity Jane?" Johnny asked.
"Whoo-ooh!" Billy yowled. Johnny smirked.
Terri's blush returned. "I just asked a question," she said. "What are you talking about? Why are you laughing at me?" Terri searched their faces, uncertain whether to run, cry, or hit the boys. "Why did you call me Butch?" she asked Billy.
"Well, ain't cha? Isn't your fruity dad trying to turn you into a bull dyke?" Billy said, with all the condescension of a twelve-year old talking to a girl.
"My dad's not fruity!" Terri snapped. She clenched her fists then let her fingers uncurl. "What's a bull dyke?"
"Jesus, what a dud!" Billy said, shaking his head and turning away. "My mom didn't even want me to go on this trip until I said your mom was comin', too. Mom says you pop's a real 'closet case,'" he added, with just enough emphasis on the borrowed phrase to show he didn't know what it meant.
Terri asked Johnny, "What's he talking about? Why did you call me Calamity Jane?"
The patrol leader straightened his neckerchief and said, "Because you are ... pitchin' Little League, taggin' along on Scout trips ... all that stuff. You know, Sarge, that lady that runs the truck-rental company? She's a bull dyke ... I hear she makes out with other ladies."
"I am not!" Terri protested. "I never did ... and I never would, either! I just think I should be able to play baseball or go camping when I want to, that's all." She stared at Johnny and Billy. "Besides, Sarge looks like a guy and I don't. And she never tried to do anything with me, or any other girls that I know of."
"You're too young," Billy said, turning toward Terri again.
"My dad says Sarge would just as soon kick a cock as...." his voice trailed off. Johnny glared at him.
Terri gulped. Her breasts suddenly felt huge and hugely obvious as she took a deep breath. "As what?" Her voice quivered slightly.
"Nuthin'," Billy said, looking down at the ground. His eyes, startlingly blue when he peered up rose to Terri's bosom, then her face. "She won't have nothing to do with ... men."
Terri felt a trap materialize around her, a trap that had nothing to do with the trees and brush or the clear mountain air. "Wh ... what about baseball ... and camping?" she asked, her voice so low she could barely hear herself. "I don't avoid you guys."
"But you always win your baseball games ... and your dad always shoots more'n any of us," Johnny said quietly. "You always end up beating us ... like Sarge, always outcussin' and outworking the guys that work for her."
It's not my fault! Terri screamed silently. I'm a good pitcher! I tried to stop Daddy from hunting! Aloud, she said, "I don't ever boss you, do I? I just try to ... to keep up."
"I think you're just like Sarge ... just a goddam diesel dyke," Billy said smugly. "You'd probably cut the balls of any guy that tried to touch you." He twisted his hands at his waist and the wet belt with his canteen and hatchet clunked on the ground.
Terri wanted to back up, to run away, but there was something that had to be proved. She didn't know what it was, but it was there, bearing down around her like the bars of a shrinking steel cage. Johnny's equipment fell to the ground and she looked at him. Both boys' hands lingered just above long, vertical ridges in at the front of their pants. "I-" she gulped, "I wouldn't hurt you."
"That doesn't mean you're not queer," Johnny said. "You gotta prove it to us, or we'll tell everybody at school." His fingertips opened the flap over his fly buttons, then paused.
"How?" Her voice was a tiny whisper, but the wind had stopped stirring the leaves. Terri's question fit perfectly into the silent space between bird notes and the bubbling of the stream.
"With a blow job," Billy said. He began opening the front of his pants.
"I ... what's that?" Terri asked. She flicked her eyes back and forth. Both boys were unbuttoning and the rigid mastery under their pants was about to be revealed. Her pussy felt hot and itchy as she remembered the silhouette of her father's prick just as he shoved it into her mother.
"Take off your shirt, Terri ... I want to see if those are falsies," Johnny said. His voice was quiet, but tense, almost threatening. He reached into his fly.
Terri gulped the saliva that had been gathering so rapidly in her mouth. She shrugged out of the straps of her knapsack, then undid the first button of her shirt. "They're ... they're real," she said, so softly that neither boy could hear her. A gust of wind stirred the leaves above them, making a sound like the distant crumpling of newspaper and the stream gurgled louder.
"Prove it ... show us," Billy said. He wrapped his hand around the long, meaty hidden stem of his prick, then drew it out. The reddish head stared one-eyed at Terri and she stared back.
So that's it, Terri thought. That's it! She unconsciously hurried to her second button, then the third. Her breasts felt heavy and warm. She wet her lips with her tongue, a quick dart of pink showing before the sensuous glossiness of her saliva. The Itness of Billy's "it" made a strange, strong throb start up in her belly, a throb like the feeling of too-loud bass notes from an overpowered speaker. A trickle of cream spread the warmth of her hunger all along the edges of her pussy lips.
Johnny didn't bother to show his cock ... he undid his fly and let the uniform pants drop. Terri's eyes snapped to his crotch at the motion. She saw another "it" rising like a flagstaff between the front halves of his shirttail. She tugged her own shirt off and let it drop onto her pack.
Her breasts rose up, as full and luxurious as fluffed pillows above the indented line of her too-tight bra. The lacy white trim emphasized the faint shadow of her nipples and the dark, berry-like brown of her suntanned belly. Terri wondered if she should take off her pants, too, but the thought of struggling with her boots canceled the idea. "Wh-what now?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Billy's fist milked up and down the thin, rapier-like length of his prick. "Take off your bra ... I think it's padded."
"Yeah, let us see 'em," Johnny said. He stepped up and out of his pants, lifting his feet high as if he were wading through deep mud. His shirttail fluttered back in the breeze and Terri saw caught a glimpse of the tight, wrinkled sac beneath the base of his cock.
He ... hardly has any hair at all, Terri thought, remembering the shadow of her father's tangled cockbush. She photographed the sparse light-brown strands in her mind's eye.
Terri reached behind her back as if she were in a daze. Her eyes went from the constantly moving fist around Billy's cock to the upright nakedness of Johnny's. The edges of her bra cups cut deeper into her pale, firm titties as she unhooked the back band, then released their pressure when she brought her arms forward and let the bra fall away.
Even in the shadows of the game trail, her breasts gleamed pale and milky-white. The pink buds of her nipples stood up like baby's thumbs. Terri stood straight as a soldier and the heavy, delicious masses of her breasts pointed up and out like two lewd cannons. Billy's eyes went wide, then narrowed and Terri smiled slightly. "You see? It's all me," she said.
Johnny stepped forward, his prick bobbing like an untended fishing pole. "Yeah, they sure are," he said thickly. His right hand rose and cupped the underside of her left breast, then slid slowly up across the end, skidding in little bounces across her erect nipple.
Terri felt the little bud grow larger. It seemed to have more nerves than all the rest of her body put together. A telegraph line of sensation blazed more sopping heat down around her cunny and she inhaled sharply.
Johnny put one hand on each of her titties, then pressed them together. Terri pushed her chest forward further, closing her eyes as the pressure of his hands molded the sensuous mounds into a single mass of aching warmth. Her left hand reached tentatively for his cock, but when she touched the underside of the shaft, she drew her hand back as if she'd been burned.
"It's so hot," she said wonderingly. She reached again and Johnny thrust his hips forward. Terri closed her hand around the shaft.
"Yeah, like that," Johnny said, moving back and forth as her hands stroked slowly.
"Hey, what about me ... and the blow jobs?" Billy said, moving closer. He let his pants drop around his ankles. "Anybody can jerk a guy off ... even a lezzy!"
Terri put her other hand around Billy's cockstem. It was hotter and clammier than Johnny's. Probably from him tugging it, Terri thought. She moved her hand up and down just the same.
Terri looked down between Johnny's wrists. The two cockheads stared back at her like blind lizards, hiding under a fold of cockskin, then peeking out again when she pulled the slack skin back down. The flaring, helmet-shaped knobs on the end of each prick compressed slightly under her fingers. It was fascinating.
Terri thought, How can the skin be so soft? It's almost like the outside of my pussy ... but it's like rock inside. She marveled at the little semicircle of paleness that appeared at the belly edge of each cockhead, then darkened to the same plum shade as she moved her fists down.
"Remember, you gotta suck us off," Billy said. His hands went to her tits, moving around and then wandered down to the astonishing slimness of her waist. He tried to wedge his fingers under the tight top of her pants, but Terri squirmed back.
No! That feeling down there ... I shouldn't let him touch my pussy, Terri decided. She wiggled away again.
"Come on," Billy said, "You said you'd blow us!" His frustrated hand went to her shoulder and bore down.
"We can fuck our own fists," Johnny added. His hands left her breasts, leaving the pale mounds jiggling back into their natural positions.
Terri wanted him to keep fondling her breasts, but she didn't dare ask. "You mean I ... I have to put them in my mouth?" she said, turning slightly aside. She sneaked a glance at the cocks again and she had to swallow more saliva.
"That's right, Terri," Billy said. "If you don't suck us, we'll know you're a queer." He pushed down hard on her shoulder and Terri went to her knees.
"And keep jackin' off the one you're not sucking," Johnny added. He took a half step, turning so his cock was just above her right shoulder.
Terri looked at the pricks close for the first time. She saw the networks of veins, like little maps under the skin and the spongy, porous texture of the knobs. She slid the fingers of one hand down under Johnny's sac, rubbing the oily sweat she found there around and through his sparse pubic hair. Here goes, she thought and she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger at the base of Johnny's prick. Terri opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips into a protective oval over her teeth and leaned toward the tip of the knob.
Her pussy was a furnace, the tips of her breasts were two aching pebbles. Terri put her tongue over her lower lip and touched the inverted vee where his cockridge swept up toward the little slit. She tasted an oily, salty fluid that warmed her tongue. She smelled the heavy odor of his crotch and it was almost like the taste of the cocklube on her tongue. I shouldn't be doing this, she thought and Terri slipped her upper lip across the crown of his prick.
The warm fullness in her mouth made Terri forget about what she should or shouldn't do. She marveled. The helmet-shaped tip felt and tasted much bigger and sexier than it looked. She rolled her tongue around, memorizing the little tab of skin on the underside and the way the flare of the cockhead increased at the sides. Her whole tongue seemed to fit into the indentation at the back of her knob and Terri hummed.
"Yeah, like that," Johnny said. "Oh, suck, Terri!" He moved his hips back and forth a little and Terri let spittle dribble out the side of her mouth. She began moving the hand at the base of his prick up and down and the hand on Billy's cock slowed to match the motion.
Terri felt hands on the back of her head. She rolled her head from side to side, letting Johnny's dick head bump-bump-bump along the lingual grooves of her molars. The ridge on the belly-side of Johnny's cock-head skated sensuously along the roof of her mouth and Terri loved it.
Hike this ... I really like this, Terri thought, wrapping her tongue lasciviously around and around the spongy heat of his knob. She bobbed her head back and forth, feeling the slow, powerful motions of his cock accelerate as slowly as a huffing steam engine. The heat in her loins rose up until some strange, lusty connection to her mouth appeared and Terri moaned.
"Ahhh, yeah, humjob me," Johnny said, his voice husky. "God, I could let you suck my cock all day!"
"What about mine?" Billy said, hunching his hips faster against her slow-moving hand. "Hurry up, man!" Hands on her head started to pull Terri's face back from the musky heat and ramrod stiffness of Johnny's prick.
"I'll do you next," Terri gasped, looking up at Billy's scowl. She licked her lips and went back to bobbing on the apple-like end of Johnny's cock.
Every long, liquid motion of the prickmeat in her spit-filled mouth made Terri hotter. She twisted her head back and forth, loving at the whole upper half of his cock. She started sucking on the out-strokes, feeling her cheeks press in against her teeth. The head of his cock swelled larger, growing until it wouldn't compress any more. Terri tried to squeeze it back down again, pressing with her tongue, but the blood-gorged knob was full and ready. She sucked like a child with a lollipop, flaring her nostrils to gasp enough air to power the surging heat in her cunny.
Johnny's bloated prickhead was stretching further, growing wider. Terri felt the wide wings of the glans touching the insides of all her molars with each long, sucking slide. She tried to wrap her lips further down the shaft, taking the end of his cock deeper. The tight ring of muscle at the top of her throat almost made her gag when the bony center of his prickmeat touched it, but Terri kept sucking, trying to swallow the entire knob. She panted and gasped. Saliva drooled out both corners of her ovaled mouth and her lips looked puffy and bruised. They felt puffy and bruised, as well, but Terri would have liked to be bruised all over by that long, meaty delight in her mouth.
Johnny's hips thrust faster and harder. His hands clamped tight on the back of her head, holding her face steady as he fucked into her mouth. Terri let go of the base of his cock. She wrapped both hands around Billy's dick and jerked at it, all but wrenching the skin off over the head. She couldn't slow her hands down, not with the pile-driving force of Johnny's prick shoving hard and fast into her mouth. Her whole body was responding to the pistoning thrusts. Even the crotch of her thick pants was darker now, soaked with the gushes of cream from her pussy mouth. Her titties jiggled. The force of each face-fucking stroke of Johnny's cock moved her whole torso.
Terri's mouth suctioned around the ramrodding prick like a mass of wet liver. Her teeth occasionally scraped the skin of his shaft, but only because the bucking shoves of his cock were getting too strong for her. Terri lost track of the sound of the forest, the stream, the birds, the trees. She only heard her own breathing. She gasped through her flared nostrils and listened to the wet, squishing sounds of her lips sucking ravenously at the pounding mass of cockmeat. She opened her jaw wider, wider, until the hinge ached and her lips could barely surround the middle of his prick. Terri felt the tension in his body. Johnny strained. He knew something was about to happen. She drove her face down on his prick, then back away, slipping out of his clenched hands. She sucked mightily. Above her she heard, "I ... I...." and a thick mass of bitter-salty come squirted into her throat.
The hands wouldn't let her pull her mouth away. Terri gulped and the wide head of his cock half-followed the semen down her throat. She heard Johnny grunting ecstatically and another jet splashed against the roof of her mouth. She gulped it down just as a thinner, weaker shot came and Terri had the taste of Johnny's spunk coating all the tissues of her mouth. She gobbled at the end of his prick, trying to suck another drop out and got a trickle.
Johnny's hands tangled in her hair and pulled her face away from his crotch. "Oh, fuck!" he said, staggering back. "Jesus, what a suck job!"
Without missing a beat, Terri turned to Billy's prick. The whole end of it felt inflamed, even hotter than Johnny's had been. She wrapped the remaining lewd slime from Johnny's shot around the head of Billy's cock and sucked full speed. The instant response of thrusting, swiveling action in her mouth made little flares go off in her brain. Terri sucked heartily and put a hand on each of Billy's asscheeks.
The heat in her pussy moved up to the middle of her belly. Terri thought that the burning, puckery taste and touch of the come traveling down to her stomach would fix the hungry throb in her cunt. She pulled Billy's cock deep into her mouth and positively gobbled at the knob. Her throat was in control now, no longer gagging when his cockhead touched the ring at the back of her mouth. Terri tried swallowing the whole end of his prick. She nearly managed it.
But the high-speed jacking that she'd given Billy had gotten his balls ready to bust. She hardly had time to appreciate the different smell and taste of his cock before she felt his asscheeks tighten in her hands. Terri didn't know whether to hurry him up or delay him. The thought of feeling more of those delicious spurts of semen in her throat decided her, though and Terri gulped and gobbled like a madwoman.
The rigid spar in her mouth was twice the size it had been in her hands. The head was hot and wide and absolutely covered with her saliva. Terri flicked her tongue into the come-slit at the tip every time she let Billy pull it back far enough. She never let it move so far that she couldn't keep her lips locked around the ridge at the back of his knob. Terri laved it with her tongue, loved it with her spit and gobbled like Billy's cock was the tastiest, most nourishing thing a prick-starved little girl had ever tasted. She went down almost to his balls with her lips, fluttering the spit-soaked red slices like hot wings. She dug her fingers into his ass, first one side, then the other. Billy had no choice but to roll his prick around in her mouth, looking down at the lusty distortion of her pretty face. Terri sucked harder, faster, harder again and the tremble started.
The same lewd balloon of feelings was whirling in her belly. Terri marveled as she realized that the strange, lovely feeling might come over her without even touching her pussy. She see-sawed her thighs back and forth, rubbing the center seam of her pants against the heat of her cunny. The edge of that strange, beautiful sensation was there, like a cliff at her feet. She took a final mouthful of Billy's prick and inhaled it as deeply as she possibly could. The few red hairs at the base of his dick tickled her upper lip and Terri went off.
And not a second before Billy's cock started spewing semen into her mouth. Terri felt the first, smallest burst hit the back of her throat. It made the first rippling contraction in her belly hold on, shivering, as clear and sharp as an icicle. Terri gulped and immediately felt the second gout of spunk fill her mouth.
With the gut-twisting tremors of her orgasm tearing outward from her dripping pussy, Terri could hardly get one mouthful down before the second hit. Billy's prick kept jetting and jetting, throwing long, ropy masses of come into her mouth. Terri felt spurts escape from the corner of her mouth, trickling stickily down to her chin. She struggled to take it, but there was too much. Come had been storing up in his loins for far too long and Terri gave up. She sat back on her heels and the last, feeblest two shots of semen splashed against her cheekbones. A single strand drooled onto her left breast. She rolled her hips a few more times and her come faded.
Terri opened her eyes. Johnny's prick was already stashed away in his pants again and Billy's cock was just beginning to droop. She absently lifted a hand to the little puddle of come on her breast and rubbed the warm, pollen-smelling fluid into her skin. "So that's a blow job," she said, half to herself. "That's what it is." Her shoulders sagged. "Whew!"