Chapter 4
That night a roaring fire was built and after Dr. Brewster had cooked steaks for everyone, he broke out a bottle of expensive cognac. Susan had been trying hard to act normal since returning from the mesa with Les. And she noticed that Mona seemed to be trying just as hard. Had Les been right about her going into Nate Brewster's tent for sex, Susan wondered?
The cognac made her feel better. She ignored the looks Les kept giving her, looks designed to remind her of what he'd done to her cunt up there on that mesa. But she couldn't drive the memory out of her mind even no matter what she did. The squishy, slurpy feel of his tongue against her young cunt was burned into her brain.
Nate Brewster was in a good mood. The camp was secure now and tomorrow they'd set off down slope to see if they could find traces of a walled village that had shown up on aerial photos. The cognac bottle went around again and Susan filled her glass halfway. She was surprised at how quickly the stuff caught up with her. But the more she drank the less tense she felt about the things Les had done to her.
When it was time for sleep, Susan found that she'd be sharing a tent with Mona. Les would be sacking out in a smaller tent some distance from the others. Dr. Brewster of course would be sharing a separate tent with his wife.
As they undressed, Susan felt the uncomfortable silence between her and Mona. They really weren't very well acquainted and were so different in lots of a ways. When Susan saw how full and plush the black-haired girl's breasts were, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Yet when she skimmed off her own t-shirt, she noticed that Mona was giving her an admiring look.
"What I'd give for a pair of beautiful little tits like you've got," Mona said.
"I was thinking the same thing about yours," Susan confessed, her eyes darting shyly downwards.
They got into separate sleeping bags and Mona turned out the light. Susan noticed that her tent mate chose to sleep in the nude. Susan had on panties and t-shirt. For a while neither of them said anything.
"I have a feeling that there's gonna be more fucking than finding on this expedition," Mona said with a laugh.
"I beg your pardon?" Susan gasped, hardly believing what her ears had heard.
"Oh, don't act so innocent, Susan. Haven't you heard the rumors about Dr. Brewster?"
"What rumors?" Susan pulled the sleeping bag tighter around her.
"I know for a fact that he's deflowered two virgins on so-called field trips. Both of them were students too."
Susan swallowed hard. Her skin was glowing all over. She tried to imagine Nate Brewster leering at her but it just didn't fit somehow. V "Yeah, I know what you're thinking," Mona went on. "You're thinking of what a gentleman he is, and all that crap."
"I guess I was."
"I'll admit he's pretty cool about how he goes after the females. He can talk you out of your panties so easy you don't remember how it happened." Mona sighed.
Susan had the eerie feeling she was listening to someone who'd had experience with what she was talking about. Her cunt had begun to tingle and she rolled over on her tummy and pressed down against the rubber mattress under her sleeping bag.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Oh, honey, am I ever." Mona sighed again, louder.
No, Susan thought, Mona was just trying to impress her. And though Les had made her believe that Mona had been doing naughty things in Dr. Brewster's tent, Susan hadn't really seen anything. After all these years of knowing Dr. Brewster she wasn't going to start suspecting him just because Mona hinted that he had a thing for his young, female students.
For awhile neither of them said anything. Then Mona sighed again and Susan heard her squirming around in her sleeping bag.
"God, am I horny. Dr. Brewster always insists that everything is on the up and up when he goes on a field trip." Mona chuckled. "At least on the surface."
"What do you mean?"
"He knows that Les and I sleep together when we're on campus. But here he puts you in the tent with me and makes Les sleep out."
"Oh." Susan was remembering again how Le had forced her to let him lick her cunt up there auf the mesa. It made her tremble all over to think of it. Now she was imagining Mona getting her cunt eaten out too. Or getting fucked. She frowned and pinched her eyes closed. Why couldn't she think of something besides sex?
"This sleeping bag's too hot," Mona said. "Hell, I can't sleep anyway. I think I'll go take a pee in the woods."
Susan was restless too. When Mona had found her tennis shoes and gone out, Susan threw her own bag open and let out a big sigh. She was thirsty and remembered leaving her canteen over by Dr. Brewster's tent. It was too much trouble to put on her clothes and it was a warm night anyhow. She went on tiptoes across the sandy ground and was just about to pick up her canteen when she heard a sound from inside her teacher's tent.
"I've been watching the way Mona looks at you," Betty Brewster said.
"Silly girl isn't she?" her husband replied. "She was acting a little starry-eyed this afternoon while I was sorting out some maps. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but, of course, I had to remind her that I've already got a lovely and very sexy wife."
"Oh, Nate, I don't know why I ever doubt you."
In the glow from a candle, Susan saw shadows shift inside the tent. There was a flap up at one side and though she knew she should be getting back to her tent, she had an insatiable desire to peek.
"Uhhhh, Nate ... ohhhh, God, it's so big!"
That did it. Susan crept up to the open flap, got down on her knees and put her eyes close. She almost let out a gasp of surprise and excitement when she saw the size of Nate Brewster's cock. He was on his back on a foam mattress on the floor. He was naked from the waist down. And kneeling between his legs was his wife Betty, her long hair hanging loose, her breasts hanging heavy on her chest. She seemed more exotic than usual to Susan, not just the professor's wife. Then Susan saw what the shapely woman had been groaning about.
She leaned forward and let her cunt slide across the swollen tip of her husband's cock. Nate wasn't circumcised so this movement had the effect of forcing his skin back to expose part of the glans. It was that small dome of glistening flesh that slipped through Betty Brewster's hot pussy. She paused to wiggle her cut against him and then sat back on her thighs again.
"Let me put on the cock ring," she whispered, her eyes shining with excitement. Susan saw a woman who was very much in love with her husband. And as far as she could tell Nate Brewster returned her feelings. Now Susan really felt like a Peeping Tom. She was about to move away from the small flap in the tent, ashamed of watching a married couple in their most intimate moment. But when Betty Brewster held up the rubber ring an began to push it down over her husband's big cock Susan just couldn't leave.
The ring seemed to constrict Nate's shaft. When Betty had slid it down around the base of his penis, his glans seemed to swell bigger under its tight sheath of white skin. Susan's eyes got bigger as she saw the glistening blue head emerge slowly from the clasping foreskin. Betty helped by using her thumb and forefinger in an almost dainty way to force the protective covering back.
"How beautiful," Susan breathed and was immediately ashamed. What was so beautiful about a man's prick? It was really kind of weird looking, wasn't it? All blue and bulging and shiny with juice. She remembered seeing Les' cock bubbling cum trapped in his pants, the cum bubbling out. It certainly seemed like a messy way of going about sex. But as she continued to gaze at the throbbing, jerking rod of stiff, hot meat, the word beautiful occurred to her again.
Betty Brewer seemed to think of her husband's penis in the same way. She caressed the length of it gently as if she were holding some priceless artifact. Then she lowered her lips and let them curve around the tender knob until Nate Brewster groaned and twisted his hips around.
"Like that?" Betty teased.
"I like that," Nate laughed. He seemed so youthful to Susan. Even the grey in his beard just made him look distinguished and the muscles rippling in his chest witnessed the fine shape he was in. He had the build of an athlete, rather than that of an office-bound college professor. Susan could understand how stories got started about him. It wasn't his fault that girls flipped and made fools of themselves. When Nate politely turned them off they got vindictive and started wild tales. Sure, that was it.
"I want that thing inside me," Betty Brewster moaned, pressing her body against her husband's chest. Her big breasts swept sexily across his body. Susan hoped that someday her own small tits would become as large as Betty's. When Nate pulled one up and sucked the nipple into his mouth, Susan felt her cunt go wet.
Though the glow from the candle wasn't very bright, it was placed so that it illuminated Betty's mound as she nestled it down against the partly exposed glans of her husband's prick. She stretched the foreskin the rest of the way back with her fingers now, the flared crown completely exposed to her dripping, feverish slit. Susan was panting hard as she watched that rounded barb sink up into the descending folds. Betty lowered herself another inch and then pumped her hips.
"Uhhhhh, Nate! I never get tired of feeling that thing forcing inside me!"
Susan was trembling all over. She'd heard of the word fuck. It meant the penetration of a woman's cunt by a male cock. But she'd never been able to imagine how it would really be. Now she was seeping it take place a few feet from her hungry eyes. And it was more incredible than the most erotic of her daydreams.
It was the way Nate Brewster's cocktip forced Betty's cuntlips out. It was the way that thick, hot head plowed up into the velvety lining inside the redheaded woman's mound. Susan couldn't help but imagine having her own young cunt plowed like that. Not by Nate of course! But when she tried, she could think of his cock as attached to someone else. Like maybe Les. A little erotic fantasy wasn't going to hurt anyone, was it?
"Oh, yeah," Nate groaned, hugging his wife, pumping his hips up from the sponge mattress. There was a wet sound as his pricktip went into her hole another inch. Betty writhed above him. Susan saw a trickle of juice slide down the inside of her thigh. She was still on her knees, her arms bracing her the weight of her body as she pumped more excitedly against the probing stiffness of her husband's quivering erection.
Susan couldn't take her eyes off that thing. When Betty rose up a little and the head came clear of her clasping inner lips, Susan could see the juice shining half-way down the shaft. Then that dusky blue head was gone again, making a squishy noise as it sank into Betty's slippery hole. Trying to imagine how that must feel, Susan watched the woman's expression closely.
Betty's lips were peeled back from her teeth, her eyes tightly closed. She shivered as she wallowed her curvy hips from side to side. Her tonguetip pushed out from between her teeth and she bit down on it as more of her husband's stiff cock penetrated her body.
"It must feel very strange," Susan gasped under her breath. The vivid memory of Les' mouth against her own young cunt came back to haunt her. "Why did I ever let him do that?" she whined. But she hadn't let him. He'd forced her to submit. And didn't that free her of all guilt? Maybe. But it didn't erase the memory. And as she watched Betty Brewster pant hungrily as she skewered herself on her husband's cock, Susan moved her own slim hips, rubbing the inner surfaces one against the other.
"Nhhuuhhh," she moaned, watching more of Nate Brewster's cock slide up into his wife's pussy. The wet, fuck sound was growing louder and more intense as the red-headed woman lurched around. It seemed so strange to see her stabbed on the end of that rigid shaft of flesh. Then she moaned louder and fell forward on her husband's chest. Her legs slid back straight and she got them inside Nate's. Now she was kissing his face and pumping her plush bottom up and down rapidly. Susan knew that Nate's huge prick was imbedded all the way into Betty's hot pussy. Her ass rose and fell, her big tits flattened against her husband's chest And all the while, Nate lay there without moving He had a satisfied look on his face.
Susan was dying to touch her overheated cunt. But she felt that doing that would only weaken her resolve to keep control of her emotions. Why did she get so swollen up and damp just by watching two people go at it?
"Honey," Betty groaned, her hips thrusting and dancing. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come!"
Susan tingled upon hearing that word. It had felt so nice to come with Les' mouth tight against her firm, young quim. But to be watching Nate's wife convulsing and whimpering was almost as titillating! It was as if the red-headed woman were having some sort of fit. Susan understood. She'd had a kind of fit herself when Les had rubbed his tongue and teeth against her dripping crevice. When he'd licked her clit.
" ... Yesss! Ohhhhh, God, yesssss!"
Betty's ass jerked sharply as she drove down against her husband's pubic bone. The slippery, slurpy sounds were very loud now and a musky aroma drifted out the flap in the tent. That smell aroused Susan more than ever. She knew that her own young cunt had a similar perfume, a perfume she'd smelled that very afternoon on the mesa when Les had gotten her hot as a firecracker.
"Nhhhuuhhh," Betty cried, rubbing her pussy down hard against Nate. The flesh of her cheeks trembled as the spasms went through her. Susan knew the spasms were going through her because she arched her back sharply and her big tits lifted off her husband's chest. Now he was pumping too, driving his cock up and into his wife's clasping pussy. The sound of the juicy fucking made Susan groan and slide a finger down under her mound. Unable to keep from touching she pressed the slickened nylon in between her labia and rubbed around until her cut sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
But already Betty's wild squirming had calmed down somewhat. Now she was just pumping gently, her face more relaxed. It was that same afterglow Susan had experienced after masturbation. And the same happy tiredness she'd felt after Les had eaten her pussy. Her finger petted the wet nylon that clung to her swollen lips. She had a terrible urge to slip under her pantycrotch and torment her poor little clit but somehow she kept from giving in.
Now Betty was sliding her cunt off her husband's big penis. Again Susan was surprised at the size of that thing. It was at least eight inches long. No, it was longer than that. And the head! It was• bigger than before it had disappeared into Betty's cunt!
"Want me to thump you off?" Betty whispered, holding the jerking shaft in both hands as she slid her body down. Nate nodded and Susan watched as Betty began to use her tongue in a curious and exciting way.
With Nate's glans very close to her mouth, Betty slipped her tongue under the head and hit it upward against the plump lobes that swelled from the underside. Nate panted and moaned and squirmed on the foam mattress as this titillation went on. Each slap of Betty Brewster's tongue against Nate's cocktip made it swell. Its color darkened and the rubber ring at the base of his shaft cut deeper into his flesh.
By now Susan wanted to strip off her panties and masturbate herself wildly. But she bit her lip and continued to keep from flipping out. This was only the second time in her life she'd observed two people engaged in the intimacies of sex. It was as much of an education as when Les had actually performed on her.
"God," Susan breathed, "it's getting even bigger!" And it was. The head looked far too large to be covered by Nate's foreskin now. The flesh was wrinkled behind the flared knob like a collar and Betty's fingers rubbed her husband there as she continued to thump the underside of his glans with the flat of her tongue.
When the first jet of white cream spilled onto Betty's tongue, Susan almost gave a squeal of excited surprise. Her finger had eased around the edge of her pantycrotch too, diving up into her mushy, feverish cunt. She rubbed back and forth 'as she watched Betty swallow. Strings of white leaked from the corners of her mouth as the flood 'of semen overflowed. Nate was groaning loudly as he lay on his back on the mattress. Betty hovered over him, her hands keeping his cock sticking straight up as she petted his erection with her tongue and now her lips. Suckling tightly around the exploding tip, she nursed and pulled at the hot gism. It reminded Susan of how Mona had done it to Les that day in the library. But it made her shudder to think of that slimy stuff in her mouth.
"How could anybody ever do that?" she breathed, finger wetter and deeper in the plump clasp of her cunt.
Now she could see Dr. Brewster's bails as he opened his legs more. They were large and heavy hanging. Susan felt a thrill go through her breasts as she thought of how those things must feel. Even though Les had done those awful things to her up on the mesa, she couldn't help but be curious about how a man's body looked close up. She wondered with a kind of scientific curiosity how heavy those eggs were and if it felt good to a male to have them squeezed like Betty Brewster was squeezing now.
"Give me all of it," she smiled, her lips glossy with the hot cum that had spurted from her husband's penis. Susan stared with amazement as another glop of the creamy stuff oozed from the tiny orifice at the very tip of Nate Brewster's hardon.
"It's still hard," Susan whispered under her breath. She'd read enough to know that after ejaculation, a man lost his erection fairly quickly. Suddenly, she knew why Betty had slid that rubber cockring down around her husband's shaft. Somehow that thing was keeping Nate's prick full of blood. It looked as tumid as ever.
But it still surprised her when Betty rolled onto her back, spread her thighs and made animal sounds in her throat. Susan knew what the woman wanted. And Nate was going to give it to her. He rolled over and holding his cock with one hand, gouged his wife's lips apart with his glans. With powerful thrusts he stabbed her to the hilt and Betty sighed and wrapped her legs around his back in a tight scissor hold.
The two of them fucked furiously. It seemed that Nate was trying to suck his wife's breath away with his mouth and his big hands probed and squeezed her soft ass as he humped her. Susan could stand to watch no longer.
She limped away from the tent, forgetting all about the canteen she'd originally come to get. Her head was spinning and her nipples were hard little nubs under her t-shirt. Though she was trying to retain a certain morality in her life, it was hard not to be influenced by all she was observing. And though there was nothing morally wrong with a husband and a wife having sex, it still made Susan feel left out. It made her feel like enjoying sex too. But she wasn't married. She wondered if her reputation had been compromised when Les had performed cunnilingus on her. Even though she'd been forced, she felt a certain guilt, a naughtiness that she couldn't get rid of.
"That's because I enjoyed it," she said to herself.