Chapter 8
Dallas wanted nothing more than to begin making up for lost time in the sex department at once. But her assignment after she left Roger Layton's office was to check one of the fire towers on the north end of the park. As much as she wanted to screw the next male she came across, she recognized that her job came first.
She drove as far as she could, but had to abandon the Jeep that last ten miles of the trek. She followed a well-used deer trail to a clearing. There she spied the hundred foot high tower. No communication had been made with the ranger assigned to the tower for over twenty-four hours. It was up to her to find out why.
Standing at the foot of the tower, she had to crane her neck to see up to the house-like structure at the top of the lodge pole pine stilts. Swallowing hard, she knew she had little choice but to climb the built-in ladder, if she intended to check the well-being of the occupant of the tower.
One step at a time, she told herself firmly, not daring to look down once during the exhausting climb. She all but crawled onto the platform that skirted the entire living quarters. Her legs shaking from exertion, she made her way to the door.
Hard knocking produced no response. Cautiously she tried the knob. The door opened at her touch. She stepped inside, a quick glance telling her that nothing seemed out of order. Where in the hell was the ranger assigned to the post?
She walked over to the telescope with which the fire ranger was to keep constant check on the thousands of acres of timber. It was in perfect working order.
Her next thought was to check the two-way radio.
"That you, Dallas?" Roger Layton sparked into the mike on the opposite end of the transmission.
"Sure is," she replied. "I'm in the tower. Nothing's disturbed, but so far no sign of Elliott Richards."
"Well, stick around for awhile," Roger said. "He could've been out checking on something, and just didn't make it back before nightfall last night. He might have camped out somewhere."
"That's not proper procedure."
"Well you and I both know that things don't always proceed properly when you're talking about human beings."
Dallas's snatch began to warm at the lusty undertone of Roger's voice. "I'll stand by," she said. "But I'd much rather be back in your office going over some . . . paper work," she giggled, saying the last in case someone else happened to be picking up the open transmission.
"Ten four, Dallas. You just stay there overnight. And report back here in the morning. If he doesn't show, we'll have to get up a search party. Elliott's been known to be a little eccentric though. So I'm not especially worried about him. Not yet anyway."
"Yes, sir. I'll get back to you." With that Dallas ended the transmission and started to make herself at home. She found watching the timber to be fascinating, focusing in on a longhorn sheep that must have been twenty miles away. She was so enthralled by the telescope that she didn't hear the door scrape open behind her.
"What the hell are you doin' here?"
She whirled, gasping. A tall, rangy looking man wearing ranger greens stood in the threshold, staring balefully at her. She knew at once he was a loner, a man who preferred his own company to anyone else's.
"Are you Elliott?" she managed at last.
"If lam?"
"I'm Ranger Dallas Marshall. Roger Layton asked me to check on you, after you failed to report in at the proper time this morning."
"Roger always was a worrywart."
"Then you are Elliott?"
"Who the hell else would I be?"
"Pleasant sort, aren't you?"
"I don't need no sass from no female ranger."
"Oh, no, not another Jeremy Lake," she groaned.
"You know Jeremy?" he asked.
She nodded. "Unfortunately." Though her pussy began to warm at the thought.
"Jeremy's a good man. A man's man. He knows what this old world is all about."
"He's an arrogant son-of-a-bitch."
"Yeah, he's that, too. Guess that's why I like him."
Dallas shifted uncomfortably. Now what was she supposed to do? She'd just been told by Roger to spend the night here. But since Elliott had shown up, no doubt that order would be rescinded. Then why didn't she get on the radio right away?"
"You can leave now," Elliott said.
"What makes you so friendly?" Dallas asked, uncertain why she wanted so much to stay with this man whose very presence seemed to speak danger to her. Damn, she thought, she just knew he was good in bed.
"Never found much use for females. Don't know how to appreciate land like this. Wild and free. They all want food processors and dishwashers and microwave ovens."
"That's bullshit, Elliott."
He grunted. "You sure don't mix no words, do you, missy?" He looked her up and down. "I like that."
"What? The way I don't mix words, or the way my breasts jut high on my chest?"
She was watching his crotch when she said the last and she was rewarded by the stiffening bulge that showed through on the front of his trousers.
"I think you and me could get along real well, gal," he said. "How about staying for supper?"
"Don't mind if I do. But I'm not exactly hungry for food, if you get my meaning."
He grinned. "I get it just fine. I think you just may change my opinion of womankind, Miss Dallas Marshall." He unbuttoned his shirt. "Change my opinion indeed."
Elliott wasted no time, grabbing her hand and all but dragging her over to the bed. Dallas swallowed, her pussy aching for the dick that lay hidden behind the confines of Elliott's trim trousers.
"I want to fuck you in that bed, Dallas," Elliott said, his voice hoarse. He was incredible, his fingers moving to strip her of her clothes. She never would have imagined how gentle this rough-looking man's hands could be.
When they were both naked, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She felt shy and thoroughly feminine all at once. Dallas was astonished to find that under the covers of the bed stretched red silk sheets. She reveled in the decadent feel of them against her naked flesh. "How in the world did you manage these?" she asked.
"Only the best," he murmured against her ear, his hands moving to knead the ripe flesh of her tits.
"I like the way they feel when I'm naked. I don't get me many women. Maybe never wanted one like I want you. So I settle for silk sheets." His mouth soon followed his hands, his tongue flicking her nipples until they each rose hard and taut. He sucked greedily, seeming to want to draw her body into his own.
His right hand reached up and lazily traced the outline of the nipple opposite his sucking mouth. He pinched and prodded the hard bud. 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 between them.
"Oh, Elliott," she sighed. "My cunt's been so lonely without a cock. Please, fill my hole for me." She arched her back, forcing her boobs deeper into his seeking mouth. Another moan escaped her.
"My tits crave your mouth, Elliott. They crave your mouth and your hands. I can't believe how excited you make my tits." She held his head prisoner against her flesh, forcing his mouth to continue its erotic task.
Elliott's cock grew harder by the second, as his tongue trailed upward to the area just above her pulsing boobs. Then he was kissing her throat, her chin, her face. Her skin was as soft and silky smooth as the sheets on which they lay.
His mouth found hers. His tongue traced the inner contours of her mouth. Elliott 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 cunt. Elliott curled several strands of pubic hair around his index finger, gently twisting the soft muff. With deliberate tenderness he slid his finger into the already moist gash.
Dallas's pussy responded instantly. Elliott felt the tiny penis-like erection, rubbing the clit until it reached its fullest extension. He eased himself down her body. He wanted to see what his fingers had brought to life.
Slowly, he eased her fur-shrouded cunt lips apart. The throbbing pink clit stood boldly before his seeking eyes, daring him to come closer.
"Aaauughh!" Dallas cried, as Elliott's tongue tickled the full measure of her pulsing knob. Waves of unimaginable joy washed over her. She ground her hips against the questing mouth of this incredible man.
"My cunt, my cunt," she screamed. "Oh, Elliott, eat my cunt. Eat me, Elliott. Eat me, please. Oh, I love it when a man tongues me there. I love it."
She bucked her cunt against his face, forcing Elliott to lick for his life. What a way to suffocate, he thought in rapt contentment! As he continued the exquisite sucking, Dallas could barely contain her need to orgasm. But she didn't want it just yet. It simply felt too good right now. She was going to hold onto this moment as long as she could. Her hands clutched at his back, her nails trailing streaks in his flesh.
She whimpered with excitement as his fingers snaked their way to her asshole. While his tongue teased her clit, his moistened index finger ever so slowly eased its way into her spasming butt 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 pleasure.
"Fuck me, Elliott," she whispered. "Please, I need you to fuck me."
His tongue moved again to her mouth, knowing he would indeed be fucking her to hell and back very soon now. The raw animal need in his groin ached for release.
He eased his imprisoned finger from her firm, clenching asshole. His dick bulged against her naked thigh. Damn, she was no ordinary female. He'd joined the park service, volunteering for lonely fire tower duty because he'd never found a woman to share his love for nature. Never thought such a woman even existed. He could see now, through Dallas, that he just hadn't looked hard enough or long enough. She was more than a match for any man. And she was proving she was just the right match for his dick.
"Make me come, Elliott. Make me come so hard that I drown these sheets in my juice."
"Not yet," he soothed, "but soon, my sweet." To quiet her a little he inserted two fingers in her dripping cunt. She sighed, but wriggled in obvious frustration.
"I need to come, Elliott. Please."
The impaled female squirmed beneath him. Her cunt muscles begged his fingers for more. Her hands circled her tits, as though offering them to him as a gift.
Elliott wasted no time in devouring the preferred feast. His lips made a sucking, popping noise as he jerked from one tit to the other. The sucking became more and more intense as if he intended to swallow her gorgeous mounds whole. His fingers, meanwhile, drilled even deeper into her spasming cunt lips.
"Suck harder! Suck harder!" she screamed, bucking upward with her hips.
"Oh, baby, I'll suck 'em right off your chest. They taste so fuckin' good, so ripe."
He used his free hand squeeze her tits like ripe melons. He pinched, kneaded, and bit. Dallas 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 searing lust this man's touch had aroused in her. Elliott was one helluva fuck. Damn, but the man had such a fantastic way of making love to a woman. She was going crazy with need for his dick! Why didn't he just stuff it inside her? Now! Before she went absolutely nuts!
She wriggled and jiggled her body against his, hoping he would take the hint. But he was teasing her now. Teasing her, toying with her. He would make her wait. Make her want it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. And she sensed that he felt the same about her.
Elliott 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, lover. Oh, Elliott, do me good! Make me come! Oh, Elliott make me come and come and never stop!"
She moaned and squealed in helpless rapture. Her body reacted to wave after wave of the sexual madness that roiled inside her. She had to have a dick. If she didn't have a dick and have it now, surely she would go out of her mind. "Elliott, please," she begged.
Elliott watched this sexy lady ranger, in awe of her capacity for enjoying the sexual pleasures of her sex. So many women held back out of embarrassment or fear, or because they just never learned how to experience the ultimate joys of their own bodies. But not Dallas. Hell, it was as if she could make having sex her life's work.
Watching her was having its effect on his cock as well. He would have to climb into that cunt of hers soon or risk shooting off on his silk sheets. He grinned with a wolfish male pride at the way she was eyeing his dick. She probably wasn't even aware of how hungrily she was licking her lips. She wouldn't have to wait much longer.
"Let me kiss it before you stick it in me, Elliott," she pleaded. "I want to kiss it."
Elliott obligingly inched his swollen dickhead toward her eager lips. Trembling, Dallas stared at the rigid cock. "I think I could suck it forever," she breathed. "It's just magnificent. I can't believe how beautiful it is."
Her pink tongue extended outward. Closing her eyes, she flicked it around the pulsing head. A low moan from Elliott told her that he was as hot as she was. 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 hold again and again.
"Damn, you taste so delicious," she sighed.
His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, as he sought to hold her to her lusty task. He held himself still as her tongue probed more and more deliberately along his turgid meat. It was all he could do to keep from exploding into her mouth.
"That's it, Dallas, my sweet," he said, barely able to think rationally. "Give me good head, sweet baby. That's it. Suck my cock like you mean it."
Elliott could feel the thundering urge beginning in his balls. He wanted to take her in her pussy. But right now it didn't matter. He would let her take the lead.
It was as if she read his mind. She lay back, wrapping her fingers around the thick, wet shaft, directing it ever so gently toward the target for which it was made.
Electricity coursed through Elliott, as he eased his throbbing meat into her waiting gash. 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 faster, ever faster. Up and down he plunged, driving his shaft deeper and deeper into her seething pussy.
"Oh, ah, oh," Dallas groaned. "Oh, Elliott. Fuck me. Fuck me. Hurry. Faster." She bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs circling his back, crushing him against her. She squealed with delight as he brought his full length down on top of her. He gloried in the feel of her full, ripe tits smashed against his chest. Something in him, something in her, pushed him to make certain that her needs were met with the same satisfaction as his own.
"Give it to me, Elliott. Give me your cum. Fuck that cunt. Fill that hole! Fill it to the top!" She gasped crazily, as her hot, hungry cunt devoured his thickened meat. "Now, Elliott! Fill it!"
Her pussy spasmed in orgasmic frenzy. Dozens of separate emotional peaks piled higher and higher in her sex-sated mind. Elliott's cock was taking her to another plane of reality, a place of sparkling lights and fabulous colors.
Elliott's cock could hold back no longer. In a sudden gushing torrent of lust the rock-solid dick 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 the bed of silken softness.
Sanity returned to Dallas's eyes. She had been right. Elliott was more than just another stud. He was incredible in his gentleness, his caring.
"You're wasted here all by yourself," she said dreamily. "A man like you shouldn't be without a woman in his bed."
He studied her seriously. "I never really realized it until I met you. You're a damned incredible woman, Dallas. If I could find someone like you, I'd never get out of bed again in my life."
She smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed my body. I certainly enjoyed yours."
"How long are you staying?"
"I told Roger I'd be here overnight."
"No sense lying to the man," Elliott said, a wolfish grin splitting his lips. "I think all night would be just about perfect."
"Me, too," she sighed, running her hand over his lightly furred chest.
"And I want to thank you, Dallas. You've opened up a whole new world for me today."
"You're welcome," she said. "I've had a whole new world open up for me recently, too. It's only right I return the favor to someone else."
She curled into the crook of his arms, knowing that the night would be a magical one. Knowing too, that she was coming closer and closer to her destiny. Closer and closer to resolving her lusty wager with Jeremy Lake.