Chapter 3
The following week went slowly. Susan was excited about the coming field trip to the mountains. There was a remote, New Mexican village at the end of a narrow road and after that it was all jeep trails and wilderness. Dr. Brewster had showed them all slides of the proposed expedition. They'd be there a month at the end of the spring term so Susan made a last effort to keep her grades high. She ended the year with solid A's and a letter of commendation from the dean of Dr. Brewster's department. Now all her energy was in readying herself for the coming adventure. But playing in the back of her mind was the erotic remembrance of that afternoon in the gloomy depths of the library.
Every time she saw Mona or Les she couldn't help but remember. Looking at Mona's pretty mouth reminded her of how nicely Les' big prick had fit between the girl's lips. Often, in the middle of the day, Susan had to find an empty stall in the girl's restroom and rub her hot little clit into a raging inferno. Then she'd come, panting, moaning, wondering how it must feel to have a man lick her there.
She thought of this because she was sure that Les licked Mona like that. She'd heard them talk about it. And the look in Mona's eyes seemed to say how satisfied she was. A vague frustration began to gnaw inside Susan. She shook it off, forcing herself to concentrate all the harder on the coming expedition to the ruins of Posita.
The morning of departure was a happy confusion of people and gear. Susan helped load supplies into Dr. Brewster's Land Rover and mark items off a checklist. Betty Brewster was in charge of foodstuffs while Mona and Les helped wherever they could. Susan had the feeling the Mrs. Brewster didn't approve of her coming along. And once when Dr. Brewster gave Susan a fatherly hug, she was certain that Betty had looked jealously at her. But they were off then and the uneasy feeling was lost in the excitement of actually being on the road.
It wasn't too much later that they were winding up past small villages and onto dirt roads that got progressively narrower and bumpier. The Land Rover was pretty full of people and supplies but Susan noticed that Les found room to feel Mona's tits when he thought no one was looking. Susan was looking however and once when her eyes had met Les' for an instant, she blushed and grinned. Les was a tall, blond guy with a perpetual tan and an easy manner. Susan couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him. She didn't dare let her imagination go farther than that. It was too incredible to think of what Les and Mona had done right there in the stacks of the library that day. Sometimes Susan wondered if she'd imagined the whole thing after all, knowing of course that she hadn't. Mona had sucked Les' cock, swallowed the cum and gone off with him to her apartment to have her pussy eaten. Susan trembled. For the rest of the trip she kept her eyes out the window while Mona squirmed on the seat beside her. She was squirming because Les had his hand under her shirt.
At the campsite, Susan quickly realized that there was a lot more to an expedition than the glory of finding some fantastic artifact. There were large tents to put up, wood to cut, all sorts of chores. And when they were done with all the necessary basics, Dr. Brewster elected Les and Susan to climb a nearby mesa. They were to put up a radio antenna so the doctor could contact the school during the time they'd be away.
It was a hard, hot climb and when Susan stopped for the third time, Les came up and handed her his canteen.
"Guess my legs aren't used to this," she smiled, swigging water.
"They're damned nice legs just the same," Les grinned back. Susan had on a pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt and her arms and thighs had already begun to get pink from the sun.
"When we get to the top of the ridge," Les added, "I'll put some lotion on you."
"I'm okay, really."
"We don't want to see those pretty legs fried, do we?"
Susan blushed as Les turned his charms on full strength. It made her tingle all over to be admired by a good-looking guy. He had to be at least twenty-three! She drank more water, knowing that Les was observing her every move. It occurred to her that her body build was totally different than Mona's. Maybe Les was intrigued by her willowy limbs and the flat lines of her belly where her t-shirt hiked up.
When at last they made the top of the mesa, Les tossed his pack down and spread a poncho for them to sit on. The wind was blowing and the view was terrific. Susan was really beginning to enjoy herself at last.
"Just lie back, and let me rub this in," Les told her.
"I can put it on myself just as easily ..."
"Let me be the doctor. You've got the beginning of a bad burn there."
With a sigh Susan rested on her back while Les squeezed the lotion into his palm and began to smooth it across her thighs. She knew that he would never have dared to do this in front of Mona. And Susan felt a little guilty for going along with his little game. But it did feel good. Too good. Her cunt ached as his fingers smoothed higher.
"I suppose that's good enough," she breathed, fighting to keep her voice from trembling.
"No, I'd better rub a little up under your shorts." Before she could say anything more, Les was pushing a lotion-greased finger up under the frayed denim. She gasped as the pressure against her mound told her he was actually touching her pantycrotch.
"Lest"
"Easy, honey, you're all tensed up."
"Lest I think that's enough ... "
"Not nearly enough," he said, his voice strange. His finger petted down over her mound and Susan sat. up, her hands clutching at the blond boy's wrist. She had under-estimated his strength. With a quick lunge, he caught both her thin wrists in one big hand and pushed her arms over her head. She was pinned back like that, squirming and whimpering as she felt the front of her jean shorts being opened. Then Les was jerking them down. It seemed that her struggles only helped him get the tight-fitting things down off her bottom.
"Les! What do you think you're doing?"
"I've been looking at you ever since we started getting ready this morning," he growled. "I've been wondering what you've got between those fantastic long legs ... "
"NO! Stop!" Susan tried to kick but her shorts tangled around her knees, constricting her movements. The next thing she felt was Les' mouth against her tummy. He kissed her navel deeply, tonguing it, sucking at it until the throbbing pleasure seemed to be drowning her. Her struggling was weaker now. She knew she was wasting her energy to try and free her wrists. It was as if they were locked in a vise, held over her head. Then Les kissed her on the mouth.
Her mind did flip-flops as she felt his hot, wet mouth, felt his tongue digging between her teeth. Gasping, moaning, Susan gave in to the kiss. Les sucked her tongue, sucked it hard! Then he was nibbling on her lower lip as his free hand worked at skimming her panties down.
Susan flopped weakly under the young man's attack. He was a strong, blond giant and he knew how to use his weight to keep her where he wanted her.
"Ohhh, ohhh, stop!" She writhed her hips as if to keep her underwear from being peeled away. But as her mouth was exposed, as she felt the clinging nylon slip from between her plump labia, Susan blushed and pinched her eyes tight. It was awful! Les had turned into some kind of beast!
"Oh, Christ," he murmured, staring at her naked pubes. "Oh, Christ, that's the most beautiful little cunt I've ever seen."
What Les said had a strange effect on Susan. She was shocked of course. And being pressed down against the poncho while some guy stripped off her underwear had frightened her past reason. But seeing the adoring look on the handsome boy's face, hearing his voice go soft like that as he described her femininity made her heart jump. A hot rush of pleasure burned up the insides of her thighs and throbbed powerfully between her feverish lips.
"Please, Les, you can't do this ... you just can't!"
"But I am. And you're gonna like it."
"What are you going to d-d-do?"
Les looked straight into her eyes. "I'm going to eat your lovely little pussy."
"No!" she cried, writhing furiously. "Oh, help me, somebody! Dr. Brewster!" It was silly to think that her cries might be heard back at camp. The mesa was so far off and the wind seemed to blow her whimpering protestations away like dry leaves. Les touched her adolescent mound tenderly, his fingers tracing the soft curve and the damp brown curls that clung up against her slickened flesh.
"Like a beautiful flower," he murmured, obviously lost in his adoration. His eyes had a far off, dreamy look. Susan squirmed her hips but Les was lying across one thigh and he grabbed her ankle now and pulled it upwards. She had to bend that knee and as her thigh opened out, she felt her mound bloom with a sticky, wet sound. She blushed again, knowing that for the first time in her life a male was looking into the glistening, heated folds of her virgin pussy. The expression on Les' face made her tremble.
"Eatin' stuff, for sure," he smiled, wetting his lips. Susan jerked her hands and bucked her ass in one last effort to make him leave her alone. But she couldn't straighten her right leg, couldn't close her thighs, close her labia. She felt a trickle of juice leaking down the crack of her ass. Les saw it too and she gasped as he put his face down. A hot tongue scooped up the drip and smeared it back up across her velvety-wet vulva. For an instant, Susan stopped squirming and her whole body shivered. Les licked again, his tongue tip sliding a little deeper into her crevice.
"Nhhhaaahhhh," she babbled, head flopping weakly froth 'side to side. Les licked her again, again, again. Susan brought her ass cheeks off the poncho and let them down again. She had never felt anything quite so sexy. She'd never experienced that kind of touch! The sensation was keenly erotic. The heat and wetness of Les' tongue seemed r to glide like a magic muscle into the heated folds. He touched tender hollows and caressed the wing-like hood of her cut. The hot bead inside swelled suddenly, surging with electric excitement.
"Ohhhh, no! Ohhhh, don't Les, don't!"
But Les knew exactly what that pink nub was. He wallowed his lips against it, smearing hot spit around over the tingling surface. Susan's cut bulged suddenly and pushed more of its beaded head up to be licked. Les pursed his mouth tightly around it and brushed the tip of his tongue back and forth.
Susan couldn't even breathe now. Her ass lurched weakly as Les continued to suckle her young cut. Throbbing, carnal thrills jolted through her belly. Her breasts pushed up against her t-shirt, the small pink nipples beginning to thicken and grow more sensitive.
"Whhuuuhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, god! Ohhh, Les, please ... please ... " What was she saying? Was she really even wanting him to stop anymore? Though she continued to try and free her wrists from his strong grasp, Susan had to confess that the young man's mouth was thrilling her past all reason. Cunnilingus! She'd played with the word before, letting it rattle in the back of her mouth. But she thought it was for women much more sophisticated than herself. Women like Mona.
"God, baby, you smell fantastic!" Les wallowed his mouth harder against her spongy mound, forcing her slit wider, forcing her tumid inner lips to throb with blood. His tongue never stopped. It petted her gently, poked her hungrily. Then he would let it tease along the edges of her vulva until Susan was squirming her slim hips frantically for him to lick her hard again.
Yes, she actually wanted it now! How could she not want it? With thrills like that shooting through her immature body, she could only want it to go on forever. When Les held his tongue stiff against her slit she even pumped her mound up and down against it, ashamed of her lust but incapable of controlling it.
"Nhhhuuhhh, oh, Les, this is awful! Why did you do it to me?"
"Because you've been watching me fool with Mona and I knew you were curious."
"No! I just ..."
"I'm going to let go of your hands now but I want you to be a good girl." He gave a soft laugh. "Because you're not getting off this mountain until I've made a meal of you, pretty girl."
"Oh, Les!" She felt him untying her boots, slipping them off.
"That's it, don't fight me. Now let's get this other leg up ... easy, honey, easy." Les let his weight off her trapped thigh and bent both her legs back. With her knees almost touching her breasts, Susan reddened and lowered her eyes from Les' hot look. She knew that the position revealed her secrets completely, made her plump young cunt spread its juicy flesh for Les to gaze upon. Susan put her long hands against her tummy. She was panting hard as the juice dripped steadily down the crack of her-ass.
Les didn't waste any time getting back to business. He gently kissed her swollen vulva, wetting the slick folds and hollows until once again Susan was lurching uncontrollably on the thin poncho. Her panties dangled around one ankle. She'd lost one sock and the other was halfway off. Les pushed against her knees, keeping them back, keeping them apart so he could nuzzle between her slender, sunburned thighs. The juicy sound of him feasting on her firm, wet pussy was enough to make Susan clutch her breasts.
How could she be so blatantly wicked? This was supposed to be a scientific expedition and here she was with one of the members of the team, allowing him intimacies she'd allowed no man! What made it worse was that Les already had a girl. She tried to feel miserable. Les' mouth wouldn't let her.
"It's the first time in my life I've ever eaten a virgin," he said with reverence.
"Les ... you make me feel so strange."
"Just take a deep breath because I'm going in deeper!"
"No! No, Les ... Les!"
The rub of his tongue intensified. With both hands free, he could hold her outer lips wider, stretching her folds to reveal the clump of flesh that was her hymen. He pressed in with the point of his tongue until Susan felt a tingle begin. It was a thrill she'd never experienced before. She realized that the tender muscles that surrounded her vagina were being-caressed. They began to open and close behind the thin membrane which kept her hot insides unsullied.
Again her hips were lurching, squirming in urgent circles. She clutched the sides of Les' head as if to push him back. But her muscles wouldn't respond. She only shoved weakly at him and then her long fingers slipped down his cheeks as she touched the juicy spot where he was sucking the plump flesh of her pussy.
To feel his tongue with her fingertips was an added pleasure. Les seemed to like the idea of her touching near the place he was eating her. He licked between her fingers occasionally, even teasing her palm with his tonguetip.
"Uhhhhhh," Susan groaned. Her vulva was all pumped up like a tender inner tube. Her juices were flowing freely. The slurpy sounds told her the blond boy was drinking the hot fluids as he licked her deeper and more rhythmically.
"My clit," she gasped, surprised that she'd actually spoken the word. "Ohhh, it feels so weird."
"Mmmmmm," was all Les said. He had the stiff nub between his teeth, nibbling it gently as he flicked it with his tongue. Groaning louder, Susan began to pump her hips up and down, rubbing her overheated slit against his hungry mouth. The itchy tingle felt more intense than she'd ever experienced before. Self-pleasure was nice but nothing like this! She wondered if she would be able to take it. The surging pleasure went through every muscle, every nerve of her body. She gasped loudly, her nails digging into the nape of Les' neck.
"Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, unable to keep quiet now. "Ohhhh, God! Ohhhh, Les!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah!"
The sucking sound grew louder as he wallowed his mouth furiously against her convulsing mound. She was open, knees drawn up, thigh shoved apart expose everything to the young man's feasting mouth. Her belly fluttered as she squirmed like a snake on the poncho. She'd grown so juicy she couldn't believe it. The musky scent of her aroused state wafted to her nostrils before being blown away by the hot wind.
"Muuhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhh, I'm going out of my mind!"
" ... beautiful little cunt ... " Les murmured, licking her, sucking her, eating her with gentle, nibbling excitement.
Susan knew he could see her rectum too, he could see all of her! She didn't care. She was going to come. She was going to lose her mind it was so good. Her heart jumped as the throes became more intense. Her cut felt like it was burning! Oh why didn't it happen before she expired from the pleasure that made her writhe and twitch?
"Help! Les ... ohhhhh, God, I'm gonna, gonna ... ohhh, I'm gonna do it ... ohhhhhh, now!"
The rubbing friction of Les' hot mouth against her consumed her now. It was the softest, loveliest thing she'd ever experienced! Her cut exploded, sending jolts of pure pleasure up and down her body. The itchy throbbing of her cunt made her bite blood from her lip. She wasn't just a shy, young coed anymore. For the moment she was a kicking, screaming, writhing nymph, her feverish cunt pressed tightly against a young male's mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, God in heaven! Nhhhuuuhhhh!"
Flopping wildly, Susan kept rubbing her twat hard against Les' lips and teeth and tongue. He licked back excitedly, his fingers digging into the soft swells of her ass cheeks as he seemed to hold that smoldering juice-drenched flesh up so he could devour it.
Susan had lost all shame. She could think only of the pleasure. She rubbed and bucked and screamed, her cries shuddering against the hot wind that came over the edge of the mesa. The tantalizing ecstasy took her up, up so high that for an instant she lost' all contact with reality. There was just her cunt and Les' mouth. She had become her cunt! She was being eaten, licked, stroked erotically to the wild fever of the most excruciating ecstasy ever. And then the knife edge had been passed over and she was on earth again, panting for breath as Les softened his caresses. At last he was only kissing the raw, swollen folds, murmuring how beautiful he thought she was.
"Uhhhhh," Susan breathed, blinking in the •bright sun. Les was on his knees, gazing down at her still-throbbing cunt. She blinked again and pushed herself up weakly on her elbows. She closed her thighs and swung them to the side but Les just looked at her swollen cunt from behind then.
"Like what I did?"
Susan looked away. How could he ask such a question? Of course she liked it. But now that it was over she felt just terrible!
Susan was relieved when Les got out a pair of binoculars and started to scan the terrain below them. She managed to find her lost sock, pull up her panties and shorts. When she'd finished lacing her boots she still didn't know what to say. She was in a mild state of shock. She'd just had her pussy eaten by this guy she hardly knew. She couldn't understand what had happened to her. But the silence was worse than anything.
"What you looking at?" she said, attempting some sort of normal conversation.
"I just saw Dr. Brewster give Mona a feel. Now he's taking her in his tent."
"You're kidding."
"Like hell I am. Nate has had his eye on Mona for along time. You don't think he organizes these field trips just to discover some ruin or a bunch of busted pottery, do you?"
"But ... surely ... "Susan let out her breath. She hadn't been behaving very much like a archeologist herself. She managed to stand up. "What about Dr. Brewster's wife? Isn't she down there too?"
"Naw, he sent her off on some damn fool chore." Les moved the glasses a little. "There she is, scouting a stream to see if we're going to be able to have fresh water."
"You are kidding me about all this, aren't you Les?" Susan came up beside him. It excited her to see his muscled arms. And the still damp smear of her own cunt juice on his cheeks excited her even more. Was she starting to get a crush on him already? No! She shook the emotion off as Les handed her the binoculars.
"I don't see anything."
"That's because Mona is inside that big blue tent with the good doctor. He's probably got her panties off by now. They figure they can pull off a quickie before Betty Brewster returns."
"That's an awful thing to assume," Susan said, frowning. "They're probably just going through the equipment."
Les thought this comment was hilarious. "Yeah, Nate Brewster is going through Mona's equipment very thoroughly."
"Here," Susan handed the glasses back. "I don't want to look anymore. Even if it was true what you said, how can you be so nonchalant about it?"
Les gave her a hot look. "Because I've found a new interest."
Susan felt suddenly very proper and pristine now that she'd pulled herself back together. She looked down her short nose at the handsome blond boy.
"Let me remind you that my father is a personal friend of Nate Brewster. And I'm only seventeen years old. Besides, I'm a virgin, and I intend to remain ... "
Les pulled her into his arms and kissed her mouth hard. She could smell her own musky juice as his tongue probed between her teeth. She could feel his chest mashing her small breasts too. And she felt the throbbing firmness of his erection as he pressed it against her thigh.
"Please, let me go," she gasped when the kiss had ended.
"Not quite yet," Les sighed. He had backed her against a big tree and as her ass cheeks were pressed into the rough bark, she realized that his cock was sticking straight up inside his pants. She could feel the ridge of it and the swollen head. Les rubbed himself up against her, pumping his hips.
Even though they were both clothed, Susan saw how excited the boy was becoming. He kissed her again, pressing harder against her tummy with his up-jutting prick. When he began to groan deeper in his throat she looked down. Les had sucked in his belly so that there was a gaping space between his belt and his body. Down in that opening she could see the head of his prick looking up at her with its one eye. Les kept pumping, dry hunching her rapidly now. Susan gave a little cry as she saw the white seed boil up suddenly from out of his penis. One spurt rose up to wet the edge of his t-shirt. She heard the slurpy sound of his cock sliding in its own mess as Les continued to dry fuck her against the tree trunk. His tongue went into her mouth as the cum surged. Then a shudder went through his shoulders and he backed away. She could smell the sharp aroma of the seed Les had spilled. Susan experienced a giddy, pleasurable glow. Just knowing that she'd excited a guy enough for him to come in his jeans was something else! But she reminded herself quickly of her position.
"You're blushing again," Les said. "Just when I think I've got you loosened up you get scared again.
"I didn't come up on this expedition to fool around with you in the woods." Susan glared angrily at him. "And I don't appreciate what you've been implying about Dr. Brewster." Susan almost blurted out what she'd overheard Les say to Mona that day in the library. And how Nate Brewster would probably like to slip it to Susan. But she didn't want to reveal the fact that she'd been spying on them.
"Okay, okay," Les laughed, putting out his hands. "Cool down, baby, it's going to be a long three weeks."
"Don't you think we'd better get busy setting up the radio?" she snapped. "That's what Dr. Brewster sent us up here for. Or didn't you remember?"
When Les went off behind at a tree, Susan knew he was taking down his pants. She saw him pull out a handkerchief. She had an urge to look but quickly squelched it. She was feeling awful about what had occurred and she was angry with herself for feeling the least bit interested in a boy's cummy cock.
"I don't see what I've been curious about all these years," she said to herself. "It's really pretty animalistic. I hate sex!" But even as the words were on her tongue, Susan knew she was lying. The quivering climax Les had caused was etched vividly in her memory. His kisses, his hands touching her body. She wondered if she'd ever be sane again.
It didn't take them long to fix the antenna. Les hooked up the radio, made a test call to the university and exchanged frequencies with the station there. Then he covered the equipment with a tarp, put rocks around the edge and offered Susan another drink from the canteen. She refused to meet his eyes. She was still trembling from the assault and she was trying to work up some anger over what had happened. It had been the next thing to actual rape.
"Hey, don't look so hurt," Les said. "That sweet little cunt of yours needed what I gave it."
"I think I could learn to despise you," Susan hissed. "You act like you're God's gift to women. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I didn't want ... "
"It occurred to me," Les laughed. "But I figured I was wrong so I forgot about it."
All the way down the hill Susan kept her mouth shut.