Chapter 8
After all the excitement of the past few days, the next morning Pat's house seemed like a tomb to her. Ray had left early, on a short run to some of his sales contacts in the San Gabriel Valley. Amy and John and Penny had said rather tearful goodbyes and left for the airport. Pat stood moodily by the kitchen window, wondering what to do with herself. Ever since she'd cut loose and made it with the wrecker driver, her pussy had never stopped urging her into action. With five lost years to make up for, married to Ray, it wanted more and more cock.
When the phone rang, she was overjoyed to hear Lynn's soft voice.
"Seems crazy to call, Pat, when we live right next door, But I didn't know what your situation might be over there. Jerry rented a small trailer and we're going up to Carleton Flats for the day. If you'd like to go...."
Pat gave a happy whoop of joy! "I can be ready in five minutes. Make that four!"
She stuffed a few things in a small travel case and put on a tight-fitting blouse and a pair of very brief shorts. Lynn and Pat chattered like teens on the ride up into the mountains, while Jerry watched the narrow road closely, pulling the unfamiliar weight of a small vacation trailer behind their station wagon.
When they pulled into the grassy meadows at the Flats, Pat leaped from the wagon and frisked around on the long grass that was dotted with colorful wild flowers. She was like a little girl just out of school.
"It's beautiful up here! Oh, look at that!"
She raced across the meadow toward a small stream sparkling in the summer sunlight. The water came up to her knees, cool and clear. Tiny pebbles sparkled like diamonds. She foraged along the stream bed, collecting odd-shaped stones and filling the pockets of her shorts with the bright treasures. Intent on her search, she splashed her way around the bends of the stream without realizing how far she had gone. Her wet blouse clung to her full tits, revealing the dark circles around her nipples. When her pockets were full she straightened up and looked around. And instantly panicked! She didn't know whether the way back to the trailer was up the stream or down.
She splashed along the sandy stream, her heart thudding against her ribs. When she caught the flash of a red shirt behind a huge bush growing on the curving bank, she heaved a sigh of relief and ran toward the man.
"Am I glad to see you!" she called out. When he turned to stare at her and she saw the evil grin on his face, her hands flew up to cover her wet chest. A three-day stubble of beard covered his jowls. His eyes were bleary from booze. The way they narrowed and swept over her body made her suddenly shiver with fear. He screwed the cap back on a pint of whiskey, belched, and pushed the bottle into his pants pocket.
"It's Christmas in July," he grinned, his tobacco-stained teeth baring in a grimace. "Look what I just caught. The prettiest fish in the whole damn stream."
Before she could move, his hand shot out and ripped her blouse open. Pat turned to run, but his heavy fishing boot caught her ankle and tripped her. He fell heavily on top of her, pushing her down into the cold water. His rough hands grabbed for her tits. He ripped his fly open. His body crushed hers. His short, ugly cock stuck straight out of his torn pants.
"Hold still, damn it. I'm gonna be real good to you, baby!"
Pat scrambled halfway to her knees, the stones in the stream bed digging into her flesh. She heard her shorts rip as he tore them off and flung them over his shoulder. His hands fumbled at her cunt.
"Let go of me, you fucking rapist," she screamed. "You're not putting that horrible thing in me!"
"Says who?" he grunted. "Shit! you are one strong bitch! Lemme get my cock in you. You'll love it. I screw good, honey."
Pat beat on his chest with her clenched fists, crying hysterically.
"Get off me, damn you!" She filled her lungs and screamed, "Lynn! Jerry!"
He drew back and smashed his open hand against the side of her head. She fell back, stunned. Roughly, he shoved her legs open and jabbed his stubby dick toward her cunt.
"You goddamn bitch! It's poon tang time! Relax and enjoy this!"
Pat brought one knee up sharply, smashing solidly against his balls. He groaned and doubled up. She staggered to her feet, stumbling, falling, shaking her head in an effort to clear her vision. His clutching hand seized her ankle and jerked her down into the water again.
"Let me go, you asshole," she cried. "Go fuck a tree!"
She was in such a state of panic that she peed down her trembling legs. He was strong as an ox. And mad! His stubby dick poked at her cunt as he kept trying to hump himself into her.
Suddenly Pat relaxed and lay limply under him.
He grunted and reached down for his cock.
"Now, that's better. Decided to cooperate, huh? Lemme get this thing into that nice pussy, and...."
The sound of the rock crushing his skull sickened Pat. She felt her stomach heave like she was going to throw up. Strong hands helped her to her feet. She swayed against the husky man supporting her, covering her mouth and retching.
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "I was never so glad to see anyone in all my life! I was terrified that he'd hear you when I saw you running through the bushes toward us. Is ... is he dead?"
She clung to the tall stranger, peering down at the still figure of the would-be rapist crumbled up on the edge of the stream.
"Close enough, I'd say," he told her. "Let's get the hell out of here. My cabin is downstream a ways. Good thing you've got a good set of lungs." He was staring at her bruised breasts bobbing as they raced through the water. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."
She flashed a quick, trembly smile at him. It seemed a useless gesture, but she covered her bare tits as best she could with her hands.
When they reached his cabin, he found an old cotton shirt for her and turned to rummage through the wooden cupboards.
"Got a bottle of hooch somewhere in here," he muttered. "You could probably use a good belt about now. I could. I ... I never brained a guy before. Kinda shakes you up."
"Try getting raped," Pat told him, her teeth chattering now that the reaction was setting in. The strong liquor burned in her stomach, but its warmth was what she needed.
She held out the tin cup to be refilled, her breasts pushing out of the tattered shirt he'd offered her. When he nodded at a small bunk against the wall, she sank down in it, gratefully, swallowing the whiskey a little too fast.
He stood looking at her, sipping his drink. "My name is Larry. Larry Kirby."
"I'm ... I'm ... oh, dean I'm Pat Jordan. And I'm very grateful."
"And you can't hold your booze," he kidded her. "Sorry. Oh, shit. I seem to always be apologizing to you. Move over. I feel weak in the knees, too. How the hell did that raunchy old goat get hold of you?"
They sat huddled together on the creaky bunk. Pat told him briefly what had happened, and how she got lost.
"I still don't know where I am," she finished.
"With me. In Sparton Manor. Crummy, but all paid for. Built this place myself. Come up to fish every chance I get. Not much else to do since Audrey died. Oh, balls! You don't need to hear my troubles."
Pat smiled and gave him a quick hug. The liquor burned hotly in her stomach. She felt giddy and lightheaded. He was staring at her naked boobs, but she didn't mind. Not one bit. He was around fifty years old. Gray crew cut. Clear green eyes. Kindly. A pleasant face. And flushing a bit red as he realized his cock was making his crotch very damp.
"I owe you a lot," Pat said softly, leaning back against the rough wood wall of the cabin. "If you hadn't rescued me...." she shuddered, thinking about the ugly old bastard and his wretched, stubby cock.
She closed her eyes and relaxed. Her knees drifted apart. When his hand touched her bare leg, hesitantly, she sighed and pressed closely to him.
He said softly, "I ... it's been so awfully long. Forgive me for being so bold. You are beautiful! But you don't owe me anything. I wouldn't want you ... that way."
"We all need to be loved," she told him quietly. "I don't mind your touch. I think you would be very gentle. And very good to me." Her hand touched his leg.
She lay back on the rough blanket and gently spread her knees.
"Are ... are you .sure?"
"Take me. I want you to, Larry."
His hands shook, but they gently covered her swelling breasts. He caught his breath sharply. She heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he released her and quickly undressed. His body was so warm against her. Her arms went around his neck. She kissed him, arching her back. The pressure of his cock against her cunt lips made her mouth open and her tongue seek his. Unguided, his erect cock eased smoothly into her.
He lay still, breathing heavily. Her hips rose and fell, very slowly as she worked him further and further into her softness. Salty tears trickled down Pat's cheeks. Her arms held him tightly to her.
"You make love so sweetly," she breathed. "You fill me up. It's ... it's like we've done this before. As real lovers. Mmmmm, you are so good, in me."
"I feel like I've come five times already," he murmured. "I'm wiped out. My cock has felt nothing but my hand, for so long. It's all confused."
Pat whispered, "But very hard." Her pussy quivered around his rigid shaft. "Love me, Larry. Love me. Love me."
He fought to control his almost overwhelming urge to come. His hands wandered softly over her breasts, her back, her fluttering stomach, as his body shifted on hers and his hips began to move his cock more and more strongly inside her.
"Your cunt is as soft as silk. So warm and alive! Your breasts drive me crazy." Her nipple swelled in his softly sucking mouth. He throbbed inside her. Pat's cunt squeezed him, then relaxed. Then she squeezed him again. He lay very still on her, letting her feel his aching tool with little rippling motions of her pussy muscles. She had never made love so slowly, so sensuously.
"I think I'm coming," she whispered. "But I'm not. It is just the sensations. I've never made love this way. Never. It's so different. The way you stroke my body! I feel all warm inside. Desired. Loved. Kiss me, Larry. Hold me tighter."
They lay perfectly still. His cock pulsed strongly. Her cunt held him, hardly moving. They could hear the small sounds of the forest outside. The gurgle and chuckle of the stream as it tumbled over the rocks. Time seemed to stand still. Warm waves of emotion swept over her like little comes. She sighed, brushing his strong back with her fingertips.
"Ummm," she murmured. "Larry! Now. Now!" Her cunt closed firmly around his cock. She quivered and began fucking. Slowly, at first. A quick, tiny orgasm fluttered through her. His cock swelled and moved in and out of her. His mouth covered hers. His arms tightened. The old bunk groaned underneath them.
"I'm coming, Larry," Pat whispered. "I'm coming. Right now. It won't be put off. Aaaaahhhh!"
Her legs held him tight to her, his cock pressing against the bottom of her cunt. She came over and over again, whimpering softly beneath him. His cock, still hard, withdrew. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She felt his tongue searching for her clit. He licked over the erect nubbin. His mouth gathered up her cunt and sucked with a delicious, steady pull that drained all her strength down from her trembling body and into his warm mouth. His tongue found its way deep into her fluttering hole and held there. Her nipples ached under the soft touches of his fingertips brushing over them. Never in all her life had Pat made love with such blessedly slow, loving movements. So soft. So sensuous. She seemed to come time after time, but each orgasm flowed into the next as softly as the summer sun filtered through the leafy branches outside the tiny cabin.
He eased away from her and lay on his back, silently pleading with his eyes. She knelt beside 'him. Her mouth closed over his throbbing cock and slid all of him into her warmth. Her head barely moved. She sucked. She licked. Her hands pressed under his balls, cupping them. He came without a single movement of his hips. Flowing. Swift. Strong. Gushing his warm juice into her mouth. She held to him, swallowing every drop, pressing and releasing with her strong tongue on his quivering shaft. He stayed up firm in her mouth. She didn't move away. Her head rested on his firm stomach, her tongue tip licking softly.
His hands trailed over her naked shoulders, tugging her up to him. She eased over, spreading her legs as she settled her cunt over his open mouth. His tongue slid far into the wetness of her soft tunnel. They lay sucking. Licking. Their fingers trailing over each other's naked bodies.
His cock grew warmer. Stiffer. He came again. Another easy gentle surge of sweet cum flowed into her mouth. Her cunt closed on his tongue. She shuddered into another seemingly endless climax.
His hands lifted her, sliding her down onto his body. She opened her mouth wider, taking all of his cock inside. Down her throat. His fingers trailed over her round asscheeks. Down into the deep cleft between them. His tongue moved in soft circles around and around on her brown hole. It pressed inside then eased out. Pressed in. Deeper. Pat shuddered deliciously. Never had she felt anything like this strong tongue fucking her ass. It moved out and into her cunt. She seemed to be past coming. Her body quivered continuously. Her jaws ached. She tingled from head to toe. It seemed to her she kept drifting away and coming back, with no sense of time passing. She was floating from reality into a soft, dreamy world of loving sensations.
Pat sensed the roughness of the blanket against her skin. She was lying between Larry's warm body and the rough boards of the cabin wall. His cock was buried deep inside her ass. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing softly over her aching nipples. She drifted off again. Now he was in her cunt. Moving, fucking with slow and tender movements. Her lips brushed over his. She came again. Feebly. Again. More strongly. Her cunt surged into motion, grasping him. Working him as far inside as he could go. He came. This time, after his soft shudders had subsided, he grew soft.
She heard the rustle of the rough blanket being tucked around her. The faint clink of the bottle against the tin cup. The cabin had grown darker. The day was fading. She slept. Soundly.
His hands were stroking her breasts. Trailing down over her stomach. Brushing through her cunt hair. Pat's eyes fluttered open. Lynn's anxious face was above her.
"We were worried sick. We searched for you all through the woods. When we got back to the trailer, Larry was waiting for us. Oh, Pat. How awful! I mean, how wonderful. That he saved you from that horrible man."
Jerry gently helped her to her feet and hugged her. The warm robe they slipped her arms into felt like heaven.
"I'm dying of hunger," she smiled. "And we're taking Larry back to town with us. He's getting a dinner fit for a king. Which he is."
Larry protested. "No, Pat. I want to stay here. You go with your friends. I want to just lie around my cabin and dream. Very pleasant dreams. Give me your address. Next time I'm in town, I'll call. I promise."
Pat slept all the way home. She insisted on Jerry and Lynn eating at her house. And on their sleeping in her bed with her. All night. She didn't want to be alone. She showed them the note from Ray that he'd pinned to her pillow.
'Gone to Frisco for three days. Be a good girl.' the note said. "That's what I'm going to be. Very good," she smiled at her well-stuffed dinner guests. "Very good to you both. All night long!"
It would not be a night of frantic fucking. It would be a long, leisurely adventure in sex. An experimenting with the ways of love that Larry had taught her. Pat shivered with anticipation, and led them up the stairs to her room.