Chapter 1
Jeremy Lake paced angrily outside the tourist information center in Yellowstone National Park. Damn, he was a ten year veteran of the park service. Why did he have to be the one to train the latest ranger recruit? Just what he needed another greenhorn to take through the paces. A man of his experience deserved a better assignment. But his supervisor, Roger Layton, had been adamant.
"You'll thank me for it, believe me," Roger had promised.
"Like hell," Jeremy grimaced, searching the parking lot for anyone even remotely resembling a new park service ranger. When he caught sight of Roger exiting the tourist center, Jeremy hurried over to him. "Your new recruit's terrific," he said sarcastically. "Can't even tell time."
"Patience, Jeremy," his supervisor responded cheerfully. "I think you'll find this ranger well worth the wait."
Roger's enigmatic smirk made Jeremy all the more leery. There was something his boss wasn't telling him. "Okay, Rog, let's have it. What's so special about this Dallas Marshall guy anyway?"
"All in good time, Jeremy. All in good time." With that, Roger Layton climbed into his Jeep and disappeared toward the main highway leading through the public access areas of the park.
Jeremy continued to pace. He found himself watching the various motorists stopping by the center to pick up information on camping in the park. One car and its occupant he found particularly fascinating. So did a certain member of his male anatomy. His prick jerked with pleasure at the sight of the long slender legs exiting a sleek red Porsche. The body attached to the legs was equally pleasant on both his eyes and his state of horniness.
"Good morning," the lithe young blonde called, obviously not at all displeased by his interest. Her tits were firm and high, promising almost as much as her full, red lips.
"Hi, yourself," Jeremy smiled, stepping over to help her with the two small pieces of luggage she was wrestling from the passenger seat of the sports car. "Are you staying in the park long?"
She laughed. "All summer as a matter-of-fact."
"Dedicated hiker?" Jeremy was already making a mental note of the car's license plate. If he ever saw it off the road, he would make it his personal duty to introduce this young beauty to the wilder life of Yellowstone. His prick jumped at the thought. But her next words drove the fantasy from his mind.
"I'll be here all summer because I'm the new ranger," she said, extending her right hand. "I'm Dallas Marshall."
On the drive along Yellowstone's Grand Loop, the highway that gave visitors and rangers alike access to all major points of interest, Jeremy managed only yes and no answers to the questions Dallas Marshall kept firing at him. He kept his eyes riveted on the road ahead. They'd come in the park's south entrance-along the Lewis River, one of the most scenic highways in the world. But right now Jeremy Lake remained oblivious to any of the natural wonders around him.
An unbridled anger settled over him. A woman! A woman in the ranger service of Yellowstone! God, hadn't the women's lib movement gone far enough? Sure, she wasn't the first broad in the service. But she damned well would be the first one he'd have to deal with directly-to train, for chrissakes!
Noting that her attempts at conversation were getting nowhere, Dallas Marshall finally settled back in the bucket seat of the Park Service Jeep and let the miles roll by.
"A real cocksucker," she thought vehemently, studying her silent companion. The only use a woman had to a man like him was spreading her legs. Suddenly the thought of a dick between her own legs made her color slightly. It had been a long time. Not that she missed it, she rationalized defiantly. Celibacy was a necessary sacrifice for her career. Besides, chauvinists like Lake were a dime a dozen. He probably didn't even know how to satisfy a real woman.
Deciding that Jeremy was lacking in the masculinity department allowed her to concentrate more fully on the job ahead of her. She didn't want to admit even to herself that her first impression of Jeremy Lake had been what a well-hung stud he must be. Well-tanned with piercing blue eyes, flat stomach and a moderately arrogant attitude all added up to just the sort of man she used to allow herself to feel attracted to. But no more she thought angrily. No more. Her career came first.
In truth she had expected some resistance to her being a ranger. Heaven only knew she'd had to overcome plenty of it just to get through school. But she hadn't expected the prejudice to start so soon and with such obvious venom. And she hadn't expected it from someone as young as Jeremy Lake. The older, established rangers might begrudge her her sex, but surely the younger ones would understand that she merely wanted to do her own thing. If Jeremy Lake was a typical example of how her arrival would be received, she was in for a long, hard summer.
Giving up on her chances of friendship with Jeremy at the moment, she concentrated instead on the awesome beauty of Yellowstone. She knew it as the largest of the U.S. national parks, covering over two million acres. Wildlife was a special interest of hers and she hoped to catch glimpses of several species of animals in one of their last natural habitats. Grizzly, elk, bighorn, bison, as well as hundreds of varieties of birds called
Yellowstone home.
Geysers, hot springs, and bubbling mud volcanoes made Yellowstone a true thermal wonderland. She had no doubt she was about to spend the summer of her life.
Already well into June, the beginning of the heaviest part of the tourist season lay upon the park. Dallas tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. In spite of her excitement about arriving in Yellowstone, she was finding it difficult to stay awake. She's spent the day driving, and now the silence of her companion, combined with the settling dusk and her own long day made staying awake impossible.
Her last thought as she drifted off was a prayer that Jeremy Lake's animosity didn't extend beyond a churlish word or two. She didn't want to wake up at the bottom of a cliff.
Jeremy caught the sound of her deep, even breathing. Well, at least she trusts me enough to fall asleep, he thought. He'd been pretty rough on her so far, though reluctant to examine his motives too closely.
He peered at his traveling companion, and surprised himself by revitalizing his initial physical reaction to her. Dallas Marshall might be intruding on what he regarded as male turf, but in looks she was female enough to get his prick hopping inside his pants. Damn, he was going to have to do something about that and quick.
Keeping a wary eye on Dallas, he pulled over to the side of the road at the next visitor lookout. If he had timed this right, Jennie Burton should be getting off from her job at the Old Faithful Inn. He checked his watch. 9:30. Should be just about perfect. His prick jumped expectantly, as he climbed out of the Jeep. Dallas, thankfully, continued to sleep quietly. If all went well, she would never even be aware of the slight delay in their journey.
"Is that you, Jeremy?" a tiny voice squealed from somewhere off to his left.
"Jennie?"
"Right here." The sprightly redhead scurried up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Damn, I'm so horny I could bust. What kept you?"
"I'm right on time," he said. "I didn't see your car."
"I walked. Eric has been getting suspicious."
"Husbands!" Jeremy snorted. "Don't they know a wife's got to have a little change of pace every once in awhile to keep a marriage fresh?"
"Just shut up and fuck me," Jennie breathed, rubbing her nubile body along the length of Jeremy's lean, hard one.
"Hmmmm, tell me more."
"I want you to suck me and lick me and touch me and drive me wild with that dick." Her hand kneaded the front of his pants. "Oh, I can feel how ready it is. Can you feel how ready I am?"
Jeremy slid his hand between her legs. Though she wore sturdy Levi's, he could swear he felt the moisture of her dripping cunt against his palm. Tucking his arm around her waist, he led her toward the wooded area just off the visitor lookout.
In a bed of soft grasses he slowly undressed her. The process of taking a woman's clothes off was a never ending source of pleasure for him. He eased the lemon yellow blouse over her head, exposing the bare flesh beneath. Her breasts were even more beautiful than he remembered. Dark aureoles surrounded the delicate buds of her beckoning nipples.
Jeremy's mouth closed over her right cone, his tongue flicking the nipple until it rose taut and hard. He sucked it greedily, no longer caring if
Dallas Marshall slept through his encounter with Jennie or not. It might be absolute fantasyland, in fact, if she were to awaken and see them, shed her clothes and join them.
His right hand reached up and lazily traced the outline of the nipple opposite his sucking mouth. He pinched and prodded until it, too, stood erect. He sucked and caressed her until she was unable to quell a moan of excitement. His mouth moved from one tit to the other, licking and kissing the valley beneath them.
"Oh, Jeremy," she sighed, "my cunt's been so lonely without you. A hole that needed to be filled." She arched her back, forcing her boobs deeper into his greedy mouth.
"My tits ached for your touch, Jeremy," she breathed. "Oh, sweet, sweet Jeremy. You do it so much better than my husband. Fuck me! Fuck me! Bring your prick home where it belongs."
Jeremy grew harder at her lusty monologue. His tongue trailed upward to the area just above her pulsing spheres. Then he was kissing her throat, her chin, her face. Her skin was as soft as the grasses on which they lay.
His mouth found hers. His tongue traced the inner contours of her mouth. Jeremy felt her shudder with delight. Slowly his hand traveled downward, even as his tongue continued to invade her mouth. His fingers stopped just above the silken hairs that stood guard above her womanhood. Jeremy curled several strands of pubic hair around his index finger, gently twisting the soft muff. Slowly his middle finger eased itself into the beautiful slit.
With more care than Jennie could have dreamed possible, Jeremy slid his finger over her clit. The tiny bud responded instantly. Jeremy felt the tiny penis-like erection. He eased himself down her body. He wanted to see this for himself. Slowly he pried apart the fur-lined lips. The throbbing pink clit stood boldly before his seeking eyes, daring him to come closer.
"Aaauugghh," Jennie cried, as Jeremy's tongue traced the full measure of her pulsing knob. Waves of incredible magnitude rose and crashed over her. She ground her hips against the questing mouth of this sexy stud of a forest ranger.
"My cunt! My cunt!" she screamed. "Oh, Jeremy, eat me. Eat me out! I love it when you tongue me there! Oh, eat me! Eat me!"
She bucked her cunt against his face, forcing Jeremy to lick for his life. What a way to suffocate, he thought in rapt contentment.
As the exquisite sucking continued, Jeremy's fingers snaked their way to Jennies irresistible little asshole. He wet his index finger, then ever so slowly eased it into her spasming hole. He felt her rectal muscles contract as they sought to pull his finger inside her up to the knuckle. Twisting the finger with sudden violence, he watched as she lurched upward, gasping with unbounded pleasure.
Jeremy marveled at how the proper young waitress had been so completely transformed here in the primitive forests of Yellowstone into a wanton, lusty whore.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, Jeremy." she begged. "So long, so long I've waited for this. Oh, Jeremy, you do me so well. I can't stand it when we're apart. Promise me you'll never wait more than a week again."
Jeremy's tongue circled his lips, knowing his time was near. The raw animal power in his pelvis ached for release.
He eased his imprisoned finger from her firm, clenching asshole. His cock bulged against the confining fabric of his pants. As quickly as he could manage, he slipped out of his uniform. Then he immediately re-inserted two fingers into Jennie's dripping cunt. The waitress sighed with pure pleasure.
"Make me come, Jeremy. Make me come like always! Let me feel your cock in me. Let me feel your balls slam against my ass!"
The impaled female squirmed beneath him. Her cunt muscles begged his fingers for more. Her hands circled her perfectly formed tits, offering them up to him as a servant might offer a tray of food.
Jeremy wasted no time in devouring the proffered feast. His lips made a sucking, popping noise as he jerked them from one tit to the other. The sucking became more and more insistent as if he intended to swallow her gorgeous mounds whole. His fingers, meanwhile, drilled ever deeper into her spasming cunt lips.
"Suck harder! Suck harder!" she screamed.
"Oh, baby! I'll suck 'em right off your chest!" Jeremy cried.
He then used his free hand to squeeze her tits like ripe fruit. He pinched, kneaded, and bit. Jennie groaned in frenzied delight.
She no longer controlled her own body. With a mind of their own, her thighs spread themselves wide apart. She was approaching the point of no return. She needed a piece of throbbing male meat inside of her. Nothing else would satisfy the craving lust this man's touch had aroused in her. Jeremy was her happiness. Tonight Jeremy was her life. She was so grateful he had come to her again.
Jeremy concentrated on the wet, seeping pussy now in his complete command. He took hold of the ultra-sensitive tip of her womanhood, pulling, sucking, biting.
"I can't stand it! I love it! Don't stop! Do me, darling! Make me come, Jeremy! Oh, please, make me come! Auuugh!" She writhed beneath him.
She moaned and squealed in helpless ecstasy. Her body reacted to wave after wave of the sexual madness that gripped her. She had to have a cock. If she didn't have a cock and have it right now, surely she would go out of her mind.
Jeremy Lake watched his captive beauty in rapt ecstasy. His pulsing rod demanded a release of its own. Jennie was about to relive the pleasure of being screwed by the super-stud of Yellowstone himself.
He watched as her eyes fastened on his thick prick. She was as ready for him as he was for her.
"May I kiss it?" she asked reverently. "May I kiss the power of your maleness?
Jeremy obligingly inched his swollen cockhead toward her waiting mouth. Trembling, Jennie stared at the rigid dick.
"It's just like always, Jeremy," she whispered. Her pink tongue extended outward. Closing her eyes, she timidly flicked it around the pulsing head. A low moan from Jeremy gave her more courage. She lapped around and around its length, up and down. Eagerly she swallowed some of the pre-cum that oozed from its tip. Her tongue stabbed into the tiny hole again and again.
"Your prick was always the best, Jeremy. I never saw a more perfect cock. God made it for my cunt."
His fingers caressed her hair, as he sought to maintain his balance. He remained on his knees as Jennie's tongue probed more and more deliberately along his turgid shaft.
"That's it, Jennie," he crooned. "Give me good head, baby. Oh, yeah, that's it. Suck it like you mean it."
Jeremy could feel the thundering urge beginning in his balls. He hoped she would let him take her pussy. Much as he loved getting good head, nothing would ever match a tight cunt.
As if reading his mind, Jennie stopped her ministrations with her tongue. Lying full back on the grassy bed, her fingers gently tugged Jeremy's cock toward the warm target it was created for.
Electricity coursed through Jeremy Lake as he eased his throbbing meat into her waiting tunnel. He ground his pelvis against her, feeling his balls slap happily against the crevice of her buttocks. Instantly he was stroking in and out of her, the fabulous sensations of her contracting cunt walls urging him to move even faster. Up and down he plunged, driving his shaft deeper and deeper into her seething pussy.
"Ooooohhh, ahhhhh, eeeiiieee! Oh, Jeremy, it feels so good! So fuckin' good! Ahhh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Jeremy." She bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs circling his back, crushing him against her. She squealed with delight as he brought his length down on top of her.
Jeremy experienced the full effect of her taut nipples against his chest. His rutting lust pushed him harder, faster.
"Give it to me, Jeremy. Give me your cum! Fuck that cunt! Fill that hole! Fill it to the top!" Her hot, hungry cunt seemed to devour his thick meat.
Jennie's pussy spasmed in orgasmic frenzy. Dozens of separate peaks piled on top of one another as she soared to the top of the orgasmic mountain.
Jeremy's prick could hold back no longer. In a sudden gushing torrent of lust the rock-solid cock spewed forth its precious liquid. Again and again a raging white river of cream spurted into her dripping hole.
She jammed the heels of her feet into his buttocks, holding him fiercely, seeking to suck in every last drop of his milky juice. At last, his cum exhausted, their sweat-drenched bodies clung together on their pungent bed of grass.
Sanity returned to Jennie's eyes. She had been right. Jeremy was without a doubt the best stud she'd ever had, far and away better than her husband, whose idea of having sex was to please himself and no one else.
Jeremy eased himself to a sitting position. Damn, but he needed that. He dared a glance toward the Jeep. It was no more than a shadowy silhouette in the light of the quarter moon. He could tell that its sleeping occupant had not moved.
In a way he regretted Dallas' having missed out on such a fantastic initiation to her job at Yellowstone. But in truth, he imagined she wouldn't have been the least bit interested in joining the party. Women like Dallas were usually icebergs where sex was concerned. Of course, he was not above thawing out a real glacial type on occasion. But not when they were super-women who considered themselves on the same level with men!
Better to have a hot 'n' horny willing partner like Jennie here. With that in mind he turned back to the giggling waitress. She was falling back to earth, but he figured he was in time to send them both back into orbit once again. He grinned wickedly, diving headfirst into her cunt.