Finally they were there, and Susan found herself enjoying the fresh air and their walk along a rocky stream almost to the exclusion of thoughts about [missing text].
But only almost.
Then suddenly she had an idea.
It wasn't anything new for her, but it was something that she had never done with John before. At least she couldn't remember doing it with John.
At any rate, he would definitely like it.
Suddenly, without warning, she broke into a run, scampering off the trail and into the woods that ran along side it.
"Hey!" John shouted to her from behind. "Where are you going?"
Susan didn't answer.
John watched her for a moment, waiting to see if she would come back.
She didn't.
John shrugged. There was nothing to do but follow her. She was well out of sight now, but he didn't think that she would have gone far into the woods.
He went after her.
As he went over each rise he expected to see her, but it was only after he had followed her for more than ten minutes that he found her. What he saw caused his cock to practically poke a hole in his pants.
"Hi!" she called oat.
She was stark naked, lying on her back in a little clearing. But it wasn't the mere fact of her nakedness that excited him, though that in itself was always enough to make him horny.
It was her fingers.
Or two of them, at last.
They were plunged deep inside her pussy, and even as he watched she continued what she had been doing before he arrived, plunging them in and out of her dripping cunt.
"Having fun?" he called out to her.
"Mmmmmmm," she answered, keeping her eyes closed and her fingers deep in her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm, what?"
"Mmmmmm, I'm enjoying myself."
He shook his head and smiled. There was no one in the world quite like Susan.
No one.
His cock grew harder at what he saw. Susan's eyes were still closed, and her fingers were alternately flicking lightly across her clit and plunging deep inside her pussy.
"Anahhhhh…" she groaned, shifting her weight to get her finger deeper inside her pussy, but ready to give John a better view of her wet, dripping cunt.
John shifted his own weight, resisting an urge to rub his hands across his swelling cock. This was really fantastic, if a bit frustrating.
But the frustration, he knew, would be alleviated soon.
"Go ahead, honey," she whispered with a minxish smile. "Why don't you take it out and let me look at it for a while."
"I don't know," John replied. He could play this teasing game too. "I guess so."
Susan smiled, letting her quick fingers dance all over the entrance to her cunt. She was feeling ripe and ready, and the idea of having her cunt naked in the middle of this beautiful forest was delightful.
Her finger was covered with her love juice now, and as she looked down at her cunt she could see it glisten in the sunlight as she plunged it in and out of her hungry hole.
"Mmmmmmmm…" she whispered again to the sight of her own finger in her cunt and John's erect cock as it suddenly appeared in his hand.
She began to rotate her hips spreading her pussy lips ever wider as she sought to fuck herself with her finger.
John began to stroke his cock, his hand covering just a little of his massive tool, while his eyes never left Susan's writhing, straining cunt. The muscles of her white, creamy thighs were taut and smooth now, as again and again she drove her finger deep inside her insatiable cunt.
"John…" she whispered softly, gasping for breath from her exertions.
"What?" he replied, his eyes glazed with excitement at the sight of her wriggling, shoving pussy just below him.
"Come on my face… I want you to all over my face."
Up until now John had been thinking in terms of getting his cock inside her warm, moist pussy.
But this sounded even better.
He positioned himself over her head, still pulling on his cock with growing excitement. He could see, just below his cock, the delicate features of her upturned face, and he could imagine what it would look like to see his hot jism splatter all over her.
He began to jerk harder.
Susan, looking up, could see his massive tool just a few inches above her face.
She loved it.
Harder now, she slammed her finger into her cunt, feeling the flying, growing tension inside her warm love hole.
It wouldn't be long now.
With each thrust of her finger she could feel her cunt grow tighter, gathering itself for the final explosion that she knew would send her spinning deliriously into ecstasy.
"Oooohhhh yearns… John… come on my face… cover me with it!"
John could feel familiar rumblings deep inside himself now. He began to jerk himself even harder.
He kept his eyes on Susan's face, soft and willing just a little ways beneath his jumping, driving pole. His hand was flashing up and down now, until suddenly he could feel the rush within him as his hot, bubbling cum shot up from the base of his shaft.
"Aaaggghhhh!" he moaned involuntarily as the sudden bolt of rapture shot through him.
From below, Susan watched, transfixed, as the first wave of hot jism shot out of the end of his tool and landed wetly on her cheek.
Her tongue snaked out and gobbled it hungrily.
Then the next gob of the stuff hit her.
And the next.
She opened her mouth, taking in what she could, bathing in the rest.
John continued to milk his cock, watching in delight as wave after wave of his hot, sticky cum landed on her beautiful face.
Then he could tell that she, too, was about to come.
"Ooooohhhhh… yesssss… yesss…fuck!" she gurgled, as suddenly it seemed like her entire cunt caught on fire, boiling into a seething mass of shooting love honey.
Wildly she writhed, while John continued to milk the last drops of his cum from his cock, sending them onto her already dripping face.
Finally it was over.
Neither of them said anything for a while, both breathing too heavily to speak.
Then, after what seemed like a long while, Susan became aware of the fact that she was getting cold. The sun had moved from where it was, placing her in the shade instead of its warm light.
She opened her eyes.
John was a few steps away, looking down at her. She suddenly became aware of his dried cam crusted all over her face.
They both burst into laughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sheila spent the afternoon in their room reading and listening to music. She occasionally got up to fix herself a cup of hot chocolate, but for the most part she just reined on the couch.
She was happy.
Or at least that was what she kept telling herself. Somehow Jim kept intruding on her otherwise pleasant thoughts, causing a feeling of melancholy to settle over her as the afternoon progressed.
Why, she kept asking herself, couldn't she just forget about him? She had been able to put him out of her mind for the first three or four days after she got to New York, so why couldn't she do the same thing now?
It wasn't as if today had been bad, she kept telling herself. She liked Ted, and feeling his big cock inside her suddenly starving pussy had been fantastic, especially inside the warm pool.
It occurred to her that, though they had gone together for almost six months, she had never seen Jim's cock.
It hadn't taken six minutes with Ted.
Yes, she had changed quite a bit. And for the mast part she liked it. But there was something nagging at her now; something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She thought about the one time that Jim had practically raped her; she had deserved it, that much was for certain.
It had been early in their relationship, and he had been studying with her in his apartment. They had drunk some wine, and she was feeling unusually mixed, given her generally uptight nature at the time. They were on the couch when he began to kiss her, and Sheila could still remember the sudden, strange rush of sensations that had shot through her.