Debbie shivered. “I’ve never seen an eagle,” she said. “Except in zoos. Aren’t they an endangered species or something?”
Sam nodded. “Guys-like the guy who owns our little rustic hideaway, I’d imagine-rent helicopters and fly around blasting them out of the sky. The government knows about it, but they won’t do a fucking thing to stop it.
Somebody ought to rent a helicopter and fly around blasting senators and congressmen and Interior Department officials and a few governors and-oh, hell, this country would be better off if somebody snuffed all the fucking politicians every three or four years. it might put the fear of God into some of the rest.
“But-” and he squeezed her tit. “Look at that bird, kid. He’s an endangered species, sure as hell, but does he fly like it worries him a goddamned bit?
Tomorrow some asshole may blow him out of the sky, but today he’s a king and a god, and probably as good a king or god as the world has ever seen. Do you follow me, Debbie Marshall?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, let me put it into plainer English, then. You’re an endangered species, too. You’re a good kid, a nice girl. There aren’t many of you left. Somebody’s always trying to fuck with your kind, just like with ‘the eagle. You hang around me, and I’ll fuck you up. You don’t need me any longer. What you have to do is fly. Just ‘like that eagle. Be a queen and a goddess, because you’ve got it in you and you can be, if you’re not afraid to fly. Those friends of yours-they’ll blast you and think they’ve done something really hot shit. The trick is, don’t hold still. I wish you were a few years older, kid. I wish I’d know you about 1968, and I wish we’d shacked up in a cabin then and gotten into each other the way we have today. If we had, I wouldn’t be looking for some way to slip past the highway patrol and out of the state today. But that can’t be changed, and it’s not worth talking about anyway. Now, what I want you to do is to go back up to the cabin and put on your clothes and shoes and start hiking back down the trail you walked up. And don’t look back. Will you do that for me, kid?”
She looked into his eyes, wondering if he meant everything he’d told her. wondering if she had the, internal power to be an eagle. “1 don’t think I’m ready,” Debbie said softly; “My wings have only just started to flap.” Their eyes locked in, held. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to absorb strength from Sam’s body, but there was no way she could prevent one hand from sliding down his chest, into his crotch. What she found there was strong and vibrant, and she wrapped her fist around it, moaning as his power tingled against her skin.
“Do you need another lesson?” he whispered into her mouth and she nodded eagerly. The sun was low in the west, ‘shining upon them, turning their bodies to shimmering gold, and the grass on which their blanket was spread gave off fragrant, fresh, natural aroma. Debbie inhaled, filling her lungs with the scent of nature, and she thought, What better way to become an eagle than to do it right here, in front of God and Colorado and the mountains and the valleys and the river and the sky.
They lay down upon their sides, facing each other. It was the first time she’d fucked in this position but she seemed to know instinctively what to do. Sam pushed his pelvis at her and she lifted one leg, tossing it over his body, opening her cunt for the penetration of his dick. He kissed her, rubbing her pussy with the tip of his prick, and she reached under her leg, catching his rod at the base. Her fingers stroked gently and lovingly on his balls as he tickled her snatch, and then she bit his lip, knocked his hand away. Debbie grabbed Sam’s rod firmly and wedged the tip into her vaginal mouth. With a moan she thrust toward him, sucking up his cock. She could smell honeysuckle and daisies and wild roses where they decorated the meadow around her and Sam, and her nostrils twitched with much the same kind of joy as her pussy felt, stuffed full of Sam’s dong.
“Ahhhhh… Godddddd… ” Debbie moaned through clenched lips, working her cunt from side to side on Sam’s thrusting penis. She dug at him with the heel of the foot she had thrown over his body, pulling him into her, forcing him to stuff more and more of his cock into her snatch-as if he had any more to give, or she any place to put it.
“Mmm, my side is getting tired,” she whimpered after five minutes or so of steady in-out fucking, and Sam grinned.
“Over we go,” he told her, and Debbie rolled onto her back. He came along, not breaking the connection of their sexes, although there was a short, unavoidable lag in his heavy stroking. ‘She settled onto her ass, lifted her legs high, and he positioned himself between them. With a grunt, he made up for the momentary break in rhythm by, giving her half a dozen quick, furious, deep-plunging stabs that made. Goose bumps form on’ Debbie’s nipples and sweet honey leak from her split hole. She raised her knees even higher, pulling them back, feeling him slab deeper as she lifted herself.
“There!” she called. “You’re hitting it just right. Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, don’t stop nowwwww!!!”
She grabbed her legs; firm little hands seizing the backs of her ‘knees, and she tried to keep herself pulled way, way up, so that her-pussy rose and his cock slid all the way in. She felt him plunging home, striking the back of her vagina with a pulsating jackhammer attack, felt the tip of his cock banging on the opening of her womb as if his, wicked dick meant to fuck her there, too.
God, she cried silently, rocking with his thrusts, God, let it be like this forever!!!
She looked past Sam’s shoulder and it was hard to focus, for the sun was just to the left and its red glare was strong, but she was positive she could see that golden eagle still flying majestic wide circles in the blue sky, the king and guardian of all the broad expanse of territory below him. Me, she thought.
That’s what Sam wants me to be. But I’m not strong enough. I’m just a, dumb ugly girl- No! She wasn’t dumb, she wasn’t ugly, She’d never been dumb, and Sam had made her realize the beauty that lay within her and without. God, the was smoldering in that beauty right now-it threatened to consume her from within! “Put it to me,’ darling,” she whispered, shaking her ass to tempt him on. As if he needed temptation now when he was eight inches deep in her pussy, his inch-thick dong reaming her tight but persuadable lips. He grabbed her tit and handled it like the steering Wheel of a car, like he was driving on a very twisty, windy road, and she thrilled at the impassioned roughness of his caress.
Debbie realized that she could rest the backs of: her ankles on his shoulders now, save herself the trouble of keeping them held back manually, and she did it. Her toes touched behind Sam’s head, and her pussy was lifted as high as it could possibly be lifted, so that his dong filled her to overflow with every stroke.
He gave her plenty of strokes, no two ways about it! His cock sawed into her tender but willing cooze like a knife cutting butter, and she was melting all around him, snatch full of hot cream sucked from her tingling ovaries. He felt nice inside her-thick and manly, a vein of hot passionate blood throbbing in his cock, pulsating against the vaginal walls that clutched him so lightly-and she could feel him swelling with the need to gush his cum. Debbie squeezed his neck with her ankles and thrust her pussy up at him, and she didn’t care about the dangers of pregnancy. Not now. If he wanted to fill her quim with his scalding pecker-milk, he could do it, and she’d scoop up with her hands all the sweet juices that leaked from her. Scoop it up and stuff it back into her cunt, tamp it in with a ramrod if she had to, by God- “Come inside me this time,” she whispered, looking up at his intense, fuck-glazed expression. “Shoot me full of your juicy stuff, please?