Chapter 8
It was the chill on her skin that awakened Nanci, the chill of drying sweat and the thick coolness of semen on her throat and chin. Paul had rolled off her and even in the dimness Nanci could see that the valley between her tits was red from his cock. She bent over him and took the limp, noodley length of his cock in her hand.
"Did you like that?" she asked. Paul sighed and put his arms around her, pillowing his head on her titties.
Nanci pushed him away. "Careful, honey ... you'll get come in your hair." She kissed him again, measuring the limpness of his prick with her fingertips. "I'd better go back to my tent now ... Terri might miss me if I'm gone too long." Paul's cock didn't stir and Nanci was disappointed. Well, it was better than nothing ... lots better than Ted! She slowly stood up, stretching.
"Th-thank you, Missus Flannigan," Paul said. "God, that felt good!" He looked up at her, admiring the moist vee of her cunt and the opulent way her large, lusty tits projected so lasciviously from her ribcage.
"You're very welcome, Paul," Nanci whispered, smiling down at his slender, naked body. "Just keep it a secret, okay?" She waited for him to nod and close his eyes, then Nanci slipped back out into the moonlit clearing. I have to get this stuff off my chin ... if Ted comes back he'll be awfully mad! She stalked leggily back toward her tent, letting her ass roll lasciviously. Nanci snagged her nightshirt up from the ground and shook it out before stopping to survey the peaceful clearing. "I better not press my luck," she whispered, looking speculatively at the other scout tent. With an easy, fluid roll of her hips, she tossed the flap of her tent open and stepped in.
"SSSSSST!" Johnny hissed. He shook Terri's shoulder.
"Wha...." she muttered, looking around. She still lay starfished out on top of Billy, her voluptuous breasts mashed to the sides. Johnny clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Your mom's outside," he whispered. "Quiet!"
Terri froze. She slowly, carefully levered herself forward, feeling the limber length of Billy's prick squirt past the raw spot inside her vagina, then uncork gush of come and cunt juice. "Where is she?" Terri grabbed both halves of her nightgown. She struggled into the top, which let her creamy titties shine through almost as if she wore nothing at all. The satiny bottoms were next. A fresh gush of semen trickled out. Darn it. I'm going to have to get that off before I go back to bed!
Terri crept to the door flap and peeked out. She saw Nanci scoop up her nightshirt, then held deathly still as her mother looked toward Johnny and Billy's tent. Terri waited for her mother's tall, shapely body to go into the big tent, then she scurried out, headed for the stream. She saw a trace of dark fluid on her hand, the hand that had aimed Johnny's prick up into her cunt. I'll tell her I started my period, Terri thought and she disappeared from the clearing. A naughty tickle centered in her pussy as she realized, that's a good excuse for coming back with my panties off.
The mother bear didn't seem to sleep at all. Every time Ted or Leroy shifted positions in the tree she stopped comforting her whimpering cub and whuffled or growled at them. Ted got more and more irritated as the walls of his stomach gnawed at each other and the nighttime bugs crept over his face and neck. He'd unstrung his bow and hung the useless length of fiberglass on a branch. The tip kept coming back to tap against his ear with every shift of the wind.
Ted's muscles were knotting with the strain of holding still on the branches. It seemed that every time he started to drift off to sleep, the wind would shift the tree just enough for him to grab desperately. Each grab made the bear growl and he would come awake again. Ted thought of his wife and daughter as if they were thousands of miles away. They were just as unreachable. He remembered the writhing steaminess of Nanci's pussy wrapped so enticingly around his cock and he groaned. Ted had made a proud point of fucking Nanci every night since he'd retired from the forced seasonal abstinence of professional football. Missing the hotedge wet depth of her cunt on a Saturday night made his balls ache as much as his weary legs.
Once the moon had slipped past the edge of the cloudbank to the west, Ted had no way of knowing the time and he gradually started to fear that dawn would never come. The trapper has to be here soon ... he has to, Ted thought, slipping into a bothered doze again. The coughing growls of the bear below and Ted's cunt-hungry erection melted together in a dream.
He was fucking Nanci on a bearskin rug, huddled against the corner of a log cabin. Bark scraped his back and Nanci's cunt went dry. The sphincter-ring of her pussy gripped his cock painfully and she bent away from him. His cock was trapped, trapped in a vise-like grip and Nanci's hands pinched his shoulders painfully. The floor shifted under him, swaying sickly. Ted tried to drag Nanci upright. He reached and her shoulders slipped further away. His cock was about to break in half. Ted groaned, pushing himself forward. It was like chain around his dickhead, chain that gripped tighter and tighter. He was stuck in the dry clasp of Nanci's cunt and a huge beast roared. He shoved away from the wall....
"MISTER FLANNIGANH!" someone screamed. Ted was falling, falling between branches that scuffed his face. His cockhead was caught in the leg band of his shorts, spurting jism as he panicked and grabbed a limb. A tearing sound and a scald of pain along his shoulder told Ted that a sharp stub of tree had ripped into his shirt. The branch he was holding snapped and he fell five feet, catching the up-jutting knee of a twisted branch in his midriff. The whole upper half of his right thigh was covered with semen. He grabbed again and the twisting shock of stopping his bulky body wrenched something in his left arm. Ted caught a limb with one foot and held himself in the tree, shaking. Mama bear stood only fifteen feet below him, her paws raised to bat him to the ground for her ravening jaws to destroy. Ted clutched himself to the tree trunk, shaking with the aftereffect of adrenalin and the sopping gush from his wet dream.
"Are you all right?" Leroy asked, craning far out from the trunk to look down at him.
Pain hit him, pain like an armored fist driven into the back of his left hand. "I broke my fuckin' wrist," Ted snarled. He started to drag himself to the next higher branch.
Leroy swung down toward him. "Let me help you up."
"I can climb, goddamnit! I've played a whole half game with worse," Ted growled. Mama bear answered him. "You stay put." He started the painful, three-limbed struggle back up the tree. That fuckin' jizz spot better dry before it gets light. Shit, if anybody comes around and finds me up in a tree with a goddamn minister's kid and cockshit all over my pants....
Nanci was already up, whistling and preparing a fire, before Terri or the boys woke. She had dug into her pack and found a needle and thread to shorten the already skimpy legs of her pants. Now, as she moved around the fire, the pale wedge of untanned skin at the base of each asscheek pointed like an arrow to her pussy. She bent over and it was blatantly obvious that Mrs. Flannigan had decided to go without panties.
Nanci poked around in the cooler, plucking sausages and eggs out before she went into the tent to wake Terri. Lowering her voice, she suggested that Terri dress quickly and hike down to the trunk. "I brought some things to take care of your ... problem," she said, urging Terri out the door. The little brunette blinked sleepily in the sunlight, wondering how she could get out of the two-mile hike up and down the side of the mountain.
"Oh, all right, Mom," Terri said. "I'll be back soon. When are we going to hunt for Daddy?"
"Just as soon as we all have breakfast," Nanci told her. "Now remember, look under the left-hand bed in the camper shell." She held her keys out to her daughter and watched as Terri disappeared over the chute at the lower edge of the clearing. Nanci immediately went into the tent and put on her reddest lipstick. She retied her halter top in a slip knot at the back of her neck, tucked the leg holes of her shorts a little tighter against her pussy and stepped to the clearing. She took a deep breath and looked down at herself again.
Nanci looked as ready as a Cosmo cover girl, with the edges of her aureoles peeking brazenly past the wide vee of her halter and the plump, obvious mound of her vulva tightly outlined by the shorts. With only a little trace of cuntal hair straggling out the front of the shorts, the off-white cloth showed the shadow of her whole pussy-beard. The pout of her cunt lips and the wide, eager crease between were outlined graphically by the tight, re-hemmed pants and fully a third of each lush cheek showed behind. Her heart pounded as she walked to Billy and Johnny's tent, lifted the door flap and stepped inside.
They were both sleeping, Johnny half-out of his sleeping bag, Billy lying naked on top of the other. The few red curls of Billy's cockbush looked sticky and matted and his cock was reclining along the hinge of his thigh.
Oh, the poor dear! He's had a wet dream, Nanci decided. It must be terribly frustrating to be so young and horny and have no outlet at all! Maybe that's why Ted's the way he is ... he never had anyone to satisfy him, so he just grabs and shoves away.
Yes, that must be it! Why didn't I ever think of that before? First Johnny was dreaming about breasts, then Paul was masturbating while he watched me and now Billy has ... has ... God, think of what could happen to their wives or girl friends! I owe it to women everywhere to start these boys out right!
Nanci knelt beside Billy, turning her back on Johnny. She didn't see the patrol leader's eyes flicker, then open as he surveyed the pale sections of her luscious ass. Nanci concentrated on waking Billy gently. She touched his shoulder.
"Billy ... wake up, Billy," she said, shaking him slightly. Her tits moved sensuously in the skimpy halter and Johnny caught glimpses of the very tail of her pussy tuft.
Billy moaned, reaching up toward her. His hand touched the smooth, pale strip of titty-flesh that had sneaked out of her carefully-arranged halter. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm, Terri," he moaned.
From the corner of her eye, Nanci saw his cock awakening with little pulses. It straightened slowly, rolling half on its side, then going belly-up again. The head grew and grew until the flange of the collar reached past the sloping shoulders of the shaft. Nanci shook him again. "Please wake up, Billy."
"Oh gawd, your pussy feels so good, Terri! I could fuck you all night," Billy moaned.
Ohhh, the poor, frustrated boy! He's thinking about my daughter and she's much too young! If they all think about her, no wonder they have to masturbate, or wait for a dream! Nanci slid her hand down to the pulsating warmth of his pale cockshaft. His eyes opened, then went wide in panic.
"It's okay, Billy, it's all right," Nanci said. His hands went to his crotch and Nanci had to tighten her grip on his prick.
"But ... but...." Billy stammered, rolling his eyes toward Johnny, who winked, then looked at the spreading moist spot at Nanci's crotch. "I didn't mean nothin', really!"
Nanci smiled fondly down at him. "It's all right, Billy ... I understand. You know, girls have a lot of the same needs boys do. I've been thinking ... perhaps you and I could ... solve this little problem." She squeezed his prick gently as she spoke.
Billy's eyes shifted to meet Johnny's. Johnny raised a finger to his lips. Nanci said, "Don't worry about your friend. He won't wake up if we're quiet." She reached up to the nape of her neck and tugged the lace that held her hair up. Before she took her hand down again, she pulled the slip knot at the top of her halter and the two scanty triangles fell away from her breasts.
Billy's bright-blue eyes widened. His hand went instinctively to her breasts, caressing the swift-erecting tip of one nipple. The brown, leathery-looking end of the titty came alive in his fingers and Billy rolled it like a marble.
Nanci closed her eyes. "Yes, that's lovely," she said. "I enjoy it when someone appreciates my breasts." She reached back and untied the lower string of the halter, pulling it away. Now she was naked from just above her pussy hairs upward. With the heavy, still-firm mounds of her delicious breasts hanging temptingly before Billy's face, Nanci asked, "Would you like to see the rest of me?"
Billy nodded. He worked his Adam's apple up and down, swallowing nervously. His eyes went down to her shorts. He sidled around, leading her away from Johnny's eyes. "C-c-could I...?" he whispered, indicating her shorts.
"I'd like that very much, Billy," Nanci purred, rolling onto her back. She looked up as the naked boy knelt over her. Her pleased, slightly flushed face stayed turned toward him all the while he unsnapped the waistband, opened the zipper and spread the fly of her shorts.
"Yes, take them all the way off," Nanci said. The moist stain at the crotch of her pants had spread until she knew the inner tops of her thighs glistened lewdly with pussy cream. She raised her hips, offering the furry nest of her pussy to Billy and let him slide the shorts off.
The long, slow, incredibly sensuous slide of the cloth on her legs made Nanci's pussy feel like it was on fire. She drew her knees up, letting her thighs fall open. "Lie down on top of me, Billy," she whispered. Her voice was throaty, as if she had trouble breathing slowly enough to speak.
The red-haired boy knelt between her legs, one hand milking at his cock. He stared at the furry triangle of her pussy, memorizing the shape. He saw dark, curly hairs, some of them soaked with glistening fluid, all along the outside of warm, wet-looking slices of flesh. The hot, lusty red of the edges of her cunt lips continued right across the middle, radiating like a blush past the wrinkled dot of her rectum. Even the insides of her thighs were red and glossy for a good three inches around that mysterious oval at the center of the blush. Two wavy petals of wet flesh seemed to writhe on either side of the moist slit. He looked up at her breasts again, then her face and Nanci smiled.
"It's all right, Billy ... I want you. Look down there again and see how much I want your ... penis ... inside me."
Billy's eyes shifted again and Nanci did something that amazed him. She pushed somehow and the puckery bump of her rectum protruded another half-inch, but that wasn't what made his cock throb like a log drum. The brighter, softer pink inside her cunt hole folded open, showing him creamy, soft-looking walls that begged like a hungry mouth. Billy gulped audibly.
"Please, can't you see? I need it as much as you do," Nanci moaned. Her hips began to move from side to side, enticing the boy to slide his raging cockmeat into the slippery groove. She spread the upper end of the oily trough with her fingertips and a dot of pearly pink emerged from a fold of tongue-like flesh.
Billy moved toward her. His cock was stiff as a cement piling. Nanci's other hand went around the pillowy mass of her left breast, squeezing it into a tall, brown-tipped cone.
Billy leaned forward, guiding his prick with one hand.
"Yes, Billy, yes! Ohhh, gawd, please put it into me," Nanci begged. "I need it terribly!" She curled her spine, raising her pelvis toward him.
Billy eased himself down on top of her and the fingers that had opened the top of her pussy found his prick. Nanci's left hand went around his neck and her mouth came up to his. With a shock, he realized that Nanci wanted him to slide his tongue against hers.
Nanci kissed him, sucking voraciously at his mouth. She moved his hand away from his cock. She steered the head of his prick toward the drooling oval of her cunt mouth. With a gasp that made her suck his tongue harder, she felt the head glide easily into her cunt.
Nanci's pussy immediately tightened around the boy's prick. She thought of the way it looked, so deliciously pale, with the deep crimson knob. It felt the same as it looked, flaming red where the head had slipped into the entrance to her channel, paler and smoother where her cunt lips wrapped around it. She started moving her hips in a sensuous figure-eight, inviting him to swivel deeper into her pussy.
Billy knew just what to do. Nanci was grateful that the boy didn't ram straight in. She loved the way he circled slowly, picking up the cream from her cunt. His prickhead moistened with the copious flow of her juices, then bored deeper, reaming around gently, stretching all the nerves around her pussy mouth into awareness.
Billy lay down onto her breasts and Nanci could have cried. The careful sweetness of his manner, unsure and tender as he was, was the best thing she'd felt in years. She forgot about the lascivious pleasure of Paul's prick romping between her titties, forgot about the occasional tongue work Ted donated when he wanted something and let herself enjoy the slow, swiveling cunt-stretching entry of Billy's cock.
Before Billy's prick was even halfway in, Nanci allowed herself the luxury of clamping tight around him. Her arms threaded around his back, holding him still while she took a short, sweet come. She rolled her hips up at him, reveling in the young, rigid spear that held so still while she had her cunt rippling all along it. What control! she thought. God! he's a natural lover ... and his first time, too!
Before the sensuous pulsations of her orgasm faded completely, Nanci nodded up at him. Billy put his head down in the hollow of her shoulder, nuzzling in. Nanci didn't mind that she couldn't see if Johnny were waking. The sheer lasciviousness of making love with Billy was too wonderful for any worry to intrude. She slid her hands down his back gently, raking her fingernails along his back. She found the boyish swell of his buttocks and pressed, hinting that she could take more of his lewd penetration. The cock swiveled deeper, moving back and forth in a casually sensuous rhythm. Nanci moaned under her breath.
"Oh, yes, Billy, give me more ... more, honey. I love feeling your cock. It's going deeper, deeper ... please, put it in all the way!" She urged him on with her hands. "Yes, just let it soak in me ... I'll do all the moving." Nanci rolled her hips erotically, carrying his imbedded prick on a ride that moved the head to every hidden corner of her cunt channel. She arched slightly, rubbing the slippery hood of her clitty against the wiry red curls that decorated the base of his cock. With pure lewd surprise, Nanci found that the little pink wedge at the top of her inner cunt lips could feel every individual hair around his prick. She ground herself against him and the feeling of her second orgasm's approach made her pant.
With the sun already hot outside, the tent was like an oven, an oven full of the smell of pussy and boyish ball-sweat. Nanci inhaled the aroma deeply. Her whole body was coated with perspiration and the salty lubricant made Billy's chest slide deliciously on her titties.
"Harder, just a little harder now," Nanci murmured. "In and out, like this," she said, rolling her pussy up to meet him, then arching away. She kept the rotary motion going and their welded fuckflesh slithered up and down and around like some obscenely erogenous roller coaster, accelerating slowly.
Nanci gathered speed, the caresses of her fingers telling Billy just how much faster to fuck. She felt the flow of thick cream in her cunt increase and the wet, sloshing sounds of his prick moving in and out of her cunt grew louder. The sound of breathing and the lubricious slide of prickflesh on mucous membranes filled the tent like a heavy syrup. Nanci could have drowned happily in the slippery, sweaty, thick smell and sound of the ongoing fuck. Every nerve in her body was slowly tensing.
Billy's movements lost the easy, rolling flow they'd had at first. Nanci felt pride well up inside her. She was going to bring him off, make him shoot in her cunt any time now. She began hurrying along, moving her pussy from the long, easy lope of the initial fuck to a trot. With her asscheeks jiggling and the flesh of her long, tapered thighs tensing, she sped up, urging him on with pressure on his buttocks.
Billy was well and truly in the saddle now, riding on toward a climax. Nanci bucked under him and he threw cock into her, then pulled back. She shoved her pussy up, then arched away. With every motion of their hips, Nanci rolled her sweat-slick tits against his chest. The hot chills of friction on her nipples reinforced the charge building up around her clitty. Nanci galloped.
And the smacking slaps of his belly against hers came as fast as clapping hands. The sliding heat of cock in cunt rose higher and higher. Nanci churned her cunt around his cock, shaking her ass like a vibrator. She milked at the whole length of his cock, closing her cunt-mouth down as he tried to pull back, then opening wide for the gut-spearing jab of his cock. In and out, every thrust moved organs aside, then sucked horrible emptiness out of her belly. Nanci struggled to hurry him on, rolling her hips, straining with her cunt. The feeling in her clitty was like a rocket about to burst. She held off, saving her come to match his. With a groan, she felt the boy go stiff above her. Nanci almost hated to feel that tension ... in seconds, he would fill her cunt with sperm-
With the taut heat of her come-hunger locking all her muscles tight, she couldn't hold off any more. Nanci begged, forgetting about Johnny, only two feet away. "Oh, fuck, please, come, Billy! Fuck me, fuck MEE!" she wailed. Her voice went up and down like a yodeler's. She wailed, the rush of words melting into a single long scream. She gasped for another lungful of air, her hips churning insanely all the while. With a final ounce of strength, she dug her fingers into Billy's ass and let her cunt burst loose.
With the first racking spasm of her vagina, Billy's spunk jetted. Both sweating bodies were still jabbing, writhing in the grip of the incredible heat of the sustained fuck. Nanci felt a gob of hot, thick cream blast against the mouth of her womb, then, an instant later, the head of his cock thudded off the blunt organ. She wailed with ecstasy.
Coming, blind with the incredible heat of her orgasm, Nanci didn't feel anything but the rampaging prick in her cunt. She arched until Billy was clear off the ground. Her legs flailed, wrapping around him. Her heels beat against the back of his calves. Nanci felt his prick pump again and again. It was ball-deep in her cunt. She held it with a fist-like grip of her spasming cunt, not caring that his balls were drained. As long as her cunt could urge him to shove in, buck in, fuck strong and hard, she could keep coming. Her head went back, her eyes closed and Nanci let loose.