"I'm c-c-cummmiinnnaggg!" she gasped.
"Uunnnhhhh!"
"I… I'mmmm ccuunummmmmminngggg!" the teenaged girl gasped again.
Her tightly clasping little cunt of hot buttery liquid rippled against his lust-inflated cock like a volcanic wave of erotic fire, and Rick was breathing hard and his heart was pounding as though it were about to fly right out of his chest as he felt his orgasm growing until it seemed to fill his whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his cum – heavy and thick – raced as if it had been poured down a funnel and exploded, almost tearing the head of his cock off as it heatedly splattered into her wildly rejoicing young cunt. He felt himself thrusting, pouring white hot sperm into the wantonly writhing girl as his toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck and he bellowed, "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!"
And still the never-ending spurts of hot cum pumped out of his cock, filling her and making it easy to saw in and out of her wildly contracting pussy. Her belly rolled with his lunges, spasms of delight arching up against him; and her mouth was open, teeth tightly bared, as she gasped and moaned in groaning climactic desire. He pumped once, twice, then once again, feeling his strength going, his muscles turning into taffy, and his bones melting into warm butter. With a long satisfied moan, he finally collapsed on top of her… breathing heavily, his long cock still buried into her eagerly milking vagina.
Karen continued to writhe beneath him, wiggling her hips and screwing up against his half-hard cock as his outstretched finger kept fucking into the depths of her heated rectum. Their climactic juices flowed warmly, slowly, around the thick base of his wildly jerking cock and seeped down the moist crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks to lubricate his finger as it plunged tirelessly in her tightly clasping anus. Then, as if only pausing before making a new ascent, she slowly lowered her legs on the blanket, forcing his finger to slip gradually, smoothly, from the spongy grasp of her rectum until the fingertip came out of her puckered little anus with a lewd popping noise.
Rick stayed over her as he suddenly felt the chill of the night air on his naked buttocks, and he reached out to pull the blanket over them. It was then that he realized the flashlight was still shining on them. This struck him so funny that he began laughing, causing his deflating cock to slip noisily from Karen's cum-filled cunt. He rolled onto his back, gasping and choking, "Imagine… W-what if somebody had come… What a show!" he said between his rasping laughter. "Oh, woowwww!"
Karen turned on her side, finishing the job Rick started by pulling the blanket over their naked young bodies. She was still reveling in the sensually slippery feel of warm cum between her smooth inner thighs, and she snuggled in close to him. "That was nice," she sighed, totally unconcerned about possible onlookers.
"Yeah," he answered, but he was thinking about her mother, Valerie, and what was probably happening to her right then. Karen and her sexy young mother in bed together, that would really be something! And, abruptly, he remembered his own mother and how he had told her he'd be back for dinner. He knew he had to leave… right now. "I've got to get back to the cabin…"
"Ooohhh, already?" she said, and she knew Rick liked it when she pouted.
"I told my mother I'd be back for dinner an hour ago! She's probably worried."
"Doesn't she know what you're doing?" Karen asked though she already knew the answer.
"Oh, come on! She thinks you're a virgin, and me too! She'd die of shock if she found out differently…" Rick said, and he believed it, too.
"You know, she is awfully uptight for such an attractive woman," she said as if thinking out loud. "I'm going to see if Valerie can help her…"
"No! Don't, Karen… Whatever it is that makes my mother the way she is… Well, she's going to have to…" He couldn't finish the statement. "Hell, I'd better get going!" He started to push back the blanket, but he froze as Karen's warm young hand closed over his cock.
"That good fuck you just threw me made my throat dry. I was kinda hoping…" She gently squeezed his limp penis with her fingers, and he felt it growing hard again. The way she talked sometimes just drove him crazy; the way she licked her wetly parted lips making what she wanted so obvious and all… Hell, he was late now, a few more minutes wouldn't matter! And she was, obviously, hungry… so why not feed her…
CHAPTER FOUR
It seemed colder, and Linda pulled her coat more tightly around her as twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever find her way up in the darkness, and she knew she should turn back, returning to the cabin alone.
She didn't want to go all the way to the Boyds' camp anyway, because she didn't want Rick to think of her as an interfering mother. But she waited, for a few minutes, somehow believing that Rick would soon be coming down the hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining down a trail, she was sure it was Rick on his way back to the cabin. Then it stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was happening because of the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? Oh God… what if he had fallen?
There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that spot of light and make sure that her son was all right. She moved slowly, cautiously, afraid that she might step into a chuck hole or trip over a fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of illumination, and she nearly walked into a tree. She stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light.
She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought about calling out her son's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Rick at all, and she was nowhere near the Boyds' camp? It was possible she was approaching a total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen.
She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Rick there, it had been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight lying on the ground about ten feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. My God, please don't let it be Rick who's fallen and hurt himself.
Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took in more and more: a dark green blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked flesh… and then she wanted to scream! Her head began spinning crazily as images – prurient, intense images – swam through her brain to make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her son and Karen… nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse. The young mother couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.