Chapter 3
In spite of the upsetting incident with Greg, Jane and her troop made good time that day. By evening they were nearly halfway to their goal, Green Mountain. They camped and cooked their dinner by a river. Jane retired to her tent as early as she could.
She was tired, but she also wanted to be alone and decide what to do about Greg's misbehavior. She hadn't confiscated his candy bars as she'd threatened to do. The other boys would have wondered why Greg was being punished, and it would have been too embarrassing to explain. She didn't want the others to know that he'd spied on her when she was naked, then tried to ball her.
She finally decided that Greg's punishment would be best left to his regular leader, Howard Martin. She'd talk to Howard when they got back to town and let him decide what to do. In the meantime she'd just have to hope that Greg behaved himself. He was a naturally mischeievous boy, and he might have other surprises in store for her.
Jane had always slept naked when she camped out, but she debated about it tonight. What if some emergency came up and she had to get out of her tent in a hurry? It wouldn't do to run naked in front of a dozen teenage boys. She compromised, leaving her shorts and shirt close by her sleeping bag where she could easily reach them. Then she settled down to do a little reading by the gas lantern.
Meanwhile, not far away, Greg was waiting for his companions to go to sleep. He just had to have another try at seducing Miss Parker, but he couldn't very well do that with nearly a dozen other boys watching. They all lay in their sleeping bags, not far from her tent, and he had to wait until the very last blabbermouth drifted off to sleep.
Only then did he creep from his sleeping bag and approach Jane's tent. Wearing only his jockey shorts, he sneaked up and peered through a crack in the flap. He saw Jane lying in her sleeping bag, reading a book. She was uncovered from the waist up, and she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. Greg's cock gave a horny twitch. He was really in luck tonight.
He remembered how great it had been to play with Miss Parker's big silky tits that afternoon. Her large round boobs had been so soft and warm and delicious to touch. Now, spying, he could see them again, the creamy globes capped with little red nipples. His eager young prick began to stiffen in his shorts.
The question was, how to approach her? He knew Miss Parker was already pretty teed off at him about this afternoon. He couldn't just drop in for a chat-or could he? Maybe that was the only way. If he snuck in or forced his way in, she'd really have a fit. But however he did it, he just had to touch her lovely naked body again. And somehow he had to go all the way with her.
"Oh, Miss Parker?" he called.
Jane started, dropped her book, and hastily pulled the sleeping bag up over her bare breasts. "Who is it?" she called. "What do you want?"
Greg stuck his head in, grinned, and said, "Hi, it's me. I just have to talk to you. About today, I mean. It's been on my mind."
Jane, assuming he was there to apologize, said, "Of course, Greg. Come in and sit down."
He entered, and to her embarrassment, he was wearing nothing but jockey shorts. She reminded herself that this was probably routine when Howard was leading the troop, and that the boys couldn't be expected to bring pajamas just because their temporary leader was female. She tried not to look upset. Greg sat on the canvas next to her sleeping bag.
"About today," he began nervously.
"I understand," Jane said, smiling. "I know your emotions carried you away, Greg. As you get older, you'll learn to control them better-you'll have to, or you'll end up in trouble. I hope you understand that."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Greg said earnestly. He was glad she'd interrupted him and taken over the conversation. Once inside the tent, he hadn't had the slightest idea what to say. He sat there pretending to listen attentively, all the while eyeing the ripe cleavage of her tits. If only she'd lower that sleeping bag just a little!
"Anyhow," Jane was saying, "I've thought the whole thing over, and although I was upset by what you did, I don't feel it's my place to punish you. I'm going to leave that to Mr. Martin when we get back to town. In the meanwhile, Greg, I assume I'll have no more trouble from you?"
Well, that depended on what she meant by "trouble." Greg wondered if she'd consider a good long fuck as being trouble, because that's what he wanted to give her. He fumbled for a reply.
"Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he said, "I never meant to cause trouble in the first place. I just got carried away, I guess. I never saw a more beautiful lady than you. When I happened to find you undressed, I just went kinda crazy, you know?"
Jane blushed and lowered her eyes. She didn't want to pursue this embarrassing subject, and it wouldn't be good for Greg to pursue it, either. She couldn't help noticing that the crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with a big hard-on. Just being with her and talking about the afternoon's incident had gotten him again. The sooner he left her tent, the better.
"Well, don't worry about it any more, Greg," she said quickly. "It's over now, and if you stay on your best behavior, I'm sure the punishment won't be too severe. Now I think you'd better go get some sleep."
Greg was desperately trying to think of an excuse to stay, and suddenly an idea came to him. He got to his feet, then pretended to stumble over the clothes she had piled on the floor. He yelped and fell right on top of Jane, contriving to open the sleeping bag a little at the same time. It looked like an accident, but Greg ended up holding her, his bare chest pressed to her naked tits.
"Oh, my God," Jane gasped.
It was like an electric shock to have his lean bare chest pressing hard against her sensitive naked boobs. Her tender rosy nipples rubbed the sleek hairless flesh, and she felt a sudden and acute attack of lust. The boy was so damned attractive, and she was so constantly horny. It seemed insane that they couldn't help each other out.
But of course she'd do nothing of the kind. She gave Greg a shy smile and tried to wriggle out of his embrace. He wasn't letting go. He held her, lying over her, and gazed at her with hot horny eyes. Slowly Jane turned beet red. She understood now that his fall hadn't been an accident, that he'd come to her tent for the sole purpose of fucking her.
"Greg," she said uneasily, "you heard me. Go to bed now."
"One kiss," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with longing.
He didn't wait for her permission. The next thing she knew, his mouth was jammed on hers, forcing her lips open, and his hot slick tongue was gliding deep into her mouth. Again she experienced dizzying lust. She felt the familiar glowing sensation in her pussy which reminded her of her constant horniness. She needed to be fucked so badly-but Greg was the wrong man.
He'd been her student. He was eighteen years younger than she was. And he was in her care, a child to an adult, for the duration of this hike. It would be totally immoral of her to make love with him. All this she knew perfectly well, but her love-starved pussy responded anyway, getting hot and moist and swollen. Her needy body didn't make any moral distinctions.
Her body knew only that there was a hard eager cock available to her if she'd just turn back the sleeping bag and open her legs. It would be as easy as that to get what she'd been craving for fifteen years. And, oh, God, was she tempted. Her passions were stronger than most women's, her need greater. It had been hell going all those years without a man.
While Jane quivered in his arms and fought with her conscience, Greg was busy. He was tongue-kissing her deeply, hungrily, but that wasn't all. Carefully and slowly, so she wouldn't notice, he was easing aside the covering of the sleeping bag. When he had it far enough open, he rolled inside and pressed himself against her totally naked body.
Jane gasped and wrenched her face away from his. He'd taken her completely by surprise when he rolled into bed with her. Now she cursed herself for sleeping naked. The only thing that protected her from his rock-hard young cock was his jockey shorts. She stared at the boy and found his eyes glazed with lust.
"Greg, get out of my bed," she hissed. "You just promised me you'd behave."
"No, I didn't," he panted. "I can't behave around you. I gotta have you, Miss Parker. I just gotta fuck you."
"GREG," Jane gasped.
For a moment she was too shocked to speak, and Greg took advantage of that moment. He pressed his face against her huge heaving tits and began to kiss them. His moist firm mouth was all over her big hot boobs, teasing and pressing the sensitive satiny flesh. Then he was licking her nipples, sending delicious sensations right down her body to her flaming-hot gash.
"Oh, nooo," Jane moaned.
She was right back in her maddening dilemma of this afternoon, aching for a lover she couldn't have. Greg's hot kisses on her tender tits were driving her wild with need, yet she knew quite well how wrong it would be to give in to the boy. Her poor starved pussy was swollen, searing-hot, and wet with her seeping cunt-juice. She would have given anything to be able to just let herself go with Greg.
Miserably she felt her little rosy-red nipples responding to his lapping tongue, going rigid and throbbing. She couldn't control the ravenous reactions of her love-starved body. She quivered, panted, and her aroused twat gushed more and more thick steamy juice. Her tits swelled up full and taut, and she fought the urge to embrace the boy, to urge him to make love to her.
"Greg, stop," she sobbed, "oh, please, stop."
As Greg kissed and licked her fantastic swollen tits, he had a faint hunch that he was getting somewhere. True, Miss Parker kept urging him to stop, but she didn't push him away, either. If she'd really wanted to stop him, she could have punched, kicked, clawed, or screamed for help. But she just lay there beneath him, quivering, protesting in that faint little voice. Did she secretly want him to continue?
He'd soon find out. Still kissing the hot pulsing globes of her jugs, he slid a hand down her sleek warm body till he found the springy curl patch of her bush. His hand trembled as he briefly petted the fine soft fur. Then he snaked a finger between the furry lips of her muff and found the firm moist lump of her clit. He began to rub it.
"OHHHHH," Jane gasped.
Greg's move had caught her off guard. She hadn't expected that sudden and dizzying burst of pleasure from her clit. It had gotten her wildly excited that afternoon when he massaged her joy button, and it was no different now. Before she could begin to control her reactions, her aroused cunt had spewed a big load of juice all over the boy's hand. Her whole pussy seemed to melt with longing.
"G-Greg, don't touch me there," she cried desperately. "Please, take your hand away."
His face was buried in her big heaving tits, his voice muffled. "You like it," he panted. "I can tell. I can feel you getting all wet."
Jane moaned in mortification. The boy knew way too much about female responses. He knew what it meant when her cunt drenched his stroking fingers with hot sticky cream. She wasn't going to convince Greg that she didn't want him, no matter how hard she protested. Her over-eager pussy would give her away every time.
His finger went on massaging her horny little love-bud, getting her more hotly aroused by the second. She was in danger of totally losing her self-control. What to do? If she really fought him, or if she screamed for help, the other boys would wake up and find them. But how to explain the fact that she and Greg were naked in bed together? No, she couldn't risk that. The others might get the wrong idea.
Suddenly she felt Greg taking her slick little clit between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded the super-sensitive little lump, and it felt even better than his rubbing. Jane gasped and automatically arched her soaked pussy upward, pushing her clit into his kneading fingers. It felt so damned good!
Then she caught herself and went limp and unresponsive again. Under no circumstances must she let him know that she loved what he was doing. He'd already been too excited by her steadily creaming slit. But, God, it was hard to lie still and keep quiet when that fierce pleasure was radiating through her whole pussy.
"Please, Greg, no more," she moaned. "This can only lead to trouble. Let me go."
Greg determinedly went on kneading her moist little joy button, ignoring her words. He was almost sure she was getting off on it. His hand was positively soaked with her scalding cunt-cream, and even as she pushed at him she was digging her nails into his shoulders. If he could just hold her a little longer, he might drive her over the edge into uncontrollable need.
And though he didn't know it, that was exactly what was happening. Jane had bottled up her needs for too many years to be able to resist what was happening to her now. Greg rolled her horny little clit steadily, swiftly, between his fingers, and her pleasure mounted until she just couldn't think clearly. She felt she'd die if she didn't come.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, "UHHHHH."
She felt her self-control slipping away. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she dug her nails sharply into the boy's shoulders. Then it happened, that monstrous and blinding explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. She couldn't stop the violent orgasm, couldn't control it. She cried out hoarsely, and then her body began to rock.
"AHHHHH," Jane wailed.
Greg heard her hoarse ecstatic cry and felt her body convulsing beneath him. He felt her clit twitch and swell between his fingers. Her cunt gushed a huge load of molten cream all over his hand. Astonished, he raised his head and looked at her. Her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure, her teeth flashing.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, "AHHHHH, GOD."
Greg broke into a broad grin. Miss Parker was coming, and HE had gotten her off. It was one of the proudest moments of his young life. Eagerly he went on kneading her clit, making her climax even more intense, watching her violent orgasmic convulsions. Finally her spasms faded away, and she caught his eye and blushed furiously.
"You got off, Miss Parker," he said triumphantly. "See, I knew you'd like it."
Jane had never felt so mortified in her life. She felt so ashamed at losing her self-control and coming while this teenage boy frigged her clit. Surely she had more will-power than that? How could she possibly have let her shameful lust overcome all her moral principles?
"I-I'm only human, Greg," she said miserably, "but I still know this is wrong. You've got to let me go now. I won't tell anyone about this, but please leave my tent right away."
"Uh-uh," he grinned, "not when I'm finally getting somewhere. Let me get you off again, okay?"
"Absolutely not," Jane gasped.
But already his hand was on her flaming-hot pussy again, stroking, exploring. Even though she'd just come like a bomb, Jane felt instantly horny. It was going to take more than one climax to make up for fifteen years without sex, she realized grimly. She moaned in protest and pushed at Greg's shoulders, but his hand stayedin her crotch.
"Easy, easy," he crooned. "You'll like this."
She knew that all too well. She'd love it if he went on playing with her pussy-that was just the problem. His finger found the soaked little mouth of her cunt and began to rim it swiftly. Jane barely stifled a cry of delight. Her hot cunt-cream gushed out to wet his finger, and once again she was quivering with need.
Greg was a lot more sure of himself now that he'd made her come. He knew Willie was wrong-far from despising sex or being frigid, Miss Parker was hot-blooded and very much in need of a lover. Sure, she had to protest and struggle, because she had a reputation to protest. But secretly she was loving everything he did to her.
Just to test his hunch, he eased his stiff middle finger up her cunt. As he buried the rigid rod in her fiery-hot juicy hole, Miss Parker stiffened, moaned, and then creamed hugely all over his finger. Greg grinned triumphantly. He was right-she was dying for some love-making. He quickly pushed his finger as deep as it would go in her scalding tight box.
"Ooooooo," Jane squealed.
Damn the kid, he'd discovered exactly the sensation she craved, something long and stiff in her starved little cunt. And, God help her, she just couldn't resist the pleasure of it. Greg began to finger-fuck her, jerking his stiff middle finger up and down in her gripping little box, and she was in ecstasy. Feverishly she jerked her pussy in time to his strokes.
"Oh, ohhhh," she whined, "OHHHHH."
As he worked his finger swiftly up and down in her hot pulpy cunt-hole, Greg raised himself a little and watched her reactions. Her eyes were tightly shut, her teeth flashing. Her whole luscious body was flushed pink with arousal. Helplessly she jerked her hips to the rhythm of his pumping finger. Her boiling cunt-juice filled and overflowed her tiny hot twat.
"Oh, my God," she panted, "OHHHHHH."
Suddenly her cunt gripped his finger like a vise, and she gave a sustained hoarse cry. Her big brown eyes popped open, rolled crazily, and then her body went into violent convulsions. She was coming again, her molten cream boiling around his stroking finger. Greg watched her gleefully. She sure as hell couldn't deny now that she wanted sex.
"AHHHHH, GOD," Jane wailed.
This was it, Greg decided, she couldn't possibly be more hotly aroused. Still pumping his finger stiffly in her gripping wet cunt, he used his free hand to tug off his jockey shorts. His achingly swollen young cock popped from its confinement, rigid and ready for action. While Miss Parker was still gasping for breath, he whipped his finger from her cunt and wriggled down between her warm silky thighs.
Jane felt the boy settling between her legs, and then the swollen hard head of his cock pressing urgently against the wet little mouth of her cunt. It was her very last chance to stop him. She could still push him away and clamp her legs shut. But never in her life had she wanted anything more than Greg's magnificent young dick. Her need overcame all common sense. She just lay there quivering with lust.
"Oh, Christ, Miss Parker," the boy moaned as he eased his cock into her.
"EEEEEE," Jane shrieked.
Her mind was blasted with pleasure as she took a stiff cock for the first time in fifteen years. It felt so incredibly good to have that thick hard meat stuffing her famished cunt. To hell with morality, to hell with the consequences-she just had to get laid. She'd die if she didn't get laid. She threw her arms around Greg and slammed her pussy up to meet the thrust of his prick.
"Oh, God, YES," she wailed, "do it to me, fuck me. Yes, yes, I WANT IT."
Greg could hardly believe his ears. But it was all very real-Miss Parker clinging desperately to him, working her boiling juicy cunt around the rigid impalement of his prick, hoarsely begging him to ball her. He grinned blissfully. Slipping his hands under her little writhing ass, he began to fuck her.
"Yes, yes, yes," Jane whined. "FUCK ME."
The fifteen long lonely years of frustration showed as she slammed her pussy feverishly up and down, moaning in ecstasy with each deep thrust of the boy's swollen cock. Her cream filled and overflowed her gripping box.
The fifteen long lonely years of frustration showed as she slammed her pussy feverishly up and down, moaning in ecstasy with each deep thrust of the boy's swollen cock. Her cream filled and overflowed her gripping box. Within seconds she was coming, and it seemed as if she couldn't stop.
"Oh, God, I love it, I love it," Jane babbled.
Though Greg was violently excited, he managed to ball her till she'd come half a dozen times. Then he yelped and shot his sizzling load into her fiery gripping twat. He'd scarcely finished coming before she wriggled out of his embrace and burst into tears.
"Oh, my God, what have I done?" Jane sobbed.
"Hey, Miss Parker," Greg said, "we didn't do anything wrong. It was terrific. Just take it easy."
He drew her into his arms, knowing his cock would be hard again very soon.