Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Ah, shit, we wouldn't force it on anybody," Charlie said. "Why make a chick spread when there's a couple of others around that like it so much? Especially a couple that's as good looking as you two?"

"Hey, that's the kind of talk I can dig!" Pam exclaimed. "Spoken like a true cocksman!"

She reached over and gave.Charlie's prick an affectionate squeeze.

"You think maybe we ought to try finding her?" Arnie asked, a note of concern in his voice. "This is pretty wild country, you know. Not many bears or stuff like that, but still it'd be easy to get lost."

"Oh, she's an experienced camper," Ellen said. "She's been walking in the mountains for a long time. If she wants to come back she'll be able to find the way. I don't think we have to worry about her."

"All right," Arnie said, curling an arm around Ellen's naked waist and running his hand over her lusciously curved buttocks. "You know her better than we do. What say we have another little hors d'oeuvre while Lou and Eddie fix the dinner? It's their night to cook anyway!"

"I don't see any reason to let good cock go to waste," Ellen replied, turning to him and rubbing her prominently nippled breasts into his hairy chest. "Gee, I don't think I'll ever get enough fucking and sucking!"

Under ordinary circumstances Ellen's faith in Gina's ability to take care of herself in the wilds would have been amply justified. She did not take into consideration, however, the agitated state of the girl's mind – a condition approaching panic. Furthermore, Gina's apprehensions about what might happen to her if she remained in the camp were intensified by another factor: by watching Ellen and Pam enjoying themselves with Arnie and Charlie she had succumbed to the sensual excitement crackling in the atmosphere and had herself become highly aroused. It was almost as if the rampant sensuality generated by the bawdy couples had reached out to strike a deadly blow at Gina's active little clitoris.

Oh, God, I wish I could stop a minute, she thought as she hurried down the trail. These shorts are killing me!

In her haste to shoulder her pack and get away she had not fastened the pack's waist strap properly. As a result the thick belt edged up her shorts until the crotch rubbed firmly into the lips of her pussy. Her clit, already highly agitated, responded readily to the pressure of the material and became even more aroused. Each step worked the thick cotton against her clitoris, and although the contact was decidedly not a sensual one, the effect had little real difference: Gina became more excited with every step she took.

After walking steadily for twenty minutes, heading along the trail in the direction she, Pam and Ellen had been taking, she paused for a moment to take stock of the situation. The thought of going back to the campsite never entered her mind; she thought only of getting away from her friends and their new lovers. There was no possibility of their tracking her, due to the nature of the trail – granite shelving alternating with thick layers of pine needles – but she wanted to make absolutely sure that she would not be found. Looking around the small valley in which she found herself, she noted a peculiarly shaped peak to the south of the trail.

That's the Sleeping Beauty, she thought, remembering her close examination of the map earlier in the day. And didn't I see a road going near it? Sure, it's a little track the rangers use for maintenance! I'll head that way; it'll be sure to get me out of here!

Without pausing to consult her map and make sure of her bearings, she turned off the trail and set a course due south, or as near it as she could manage. Her new course brought her directly across the grain of the terrain, which mostly consisted of a series of canyons and ridges running east and west, and thus she found it very hard going. She kept to her work, though, and by six o'clock had reached a point about six miles south of the main trail. Realizing that the sun would soon set – the canyons were already swathed in deep shadow – she halted beside a small stream and began preparing a quick meal. She had her own tiny stove, of course, and it was no trouble to prepare a small pot of soup enriched with dehydrated meat. By the time she had eaten from the tiny pot and cleaned it she was in almost complete darkness.

"This ought to do for the night," she mused aloud as she packed the stove away. "Nobody will ever find me down here!"

She took out her sleeping bag and spread it beneath a tree, then hung up her pack to keep it out of the way of inquisitive mice. Satisfied that she had tidied up the signs of her meal, she began undressing and preparing for her rest. There was a chill in the night air and she shivered as a breeze whipped across her nipples. Upon removing her shorts and panties – she always slept nude when on the trail her nostrils were immediately assailed by a warm, musky, feminine scent and she realized, even more acutely, that her body was still highly aroused.

"Mmm, just about ruined those," she said as she felt of the damp crotch of her panties. "Maybe I'll have time to stop somewhere tomorrow or the next day and do my washing. Damn that Ellen and Pam… who'd ever have thought that they'd be so horny? God, did they ever take to those guys!"

Gina slipped into the sleeping bag and zipped herself up snugly. The nylon bag felt very good against her naked flesh. Since the bag was cut on the mummy pattern she found it difficult to keep her hands from rubbing against her nipples, although the dark, stiff little cones were supremely sensitive. Without really thinking about what she was doing, her right hand slipped down over her belly and found the dark, furry bush crowning her love mound.

You might as well, she told herself. There won't be any sleep till you do it, you sluttish little cunt! Oohh, how can it be so bad and yet feel so good? Mmm, that's just right! Wow, Ellen and Pam didn't waste any time going down on those dudes – and they seemed to love it, too! Wonder if they'd do it till the guys came? Probably – they're bad enough that they've probably done everything a girl shouldn't do!

Torturing herself by remembering the sight of those stiff, thick cocks going into the mouths of her friends, Gina began working two fingers of her right hand into the mouth of her cunt. The opening, rimmed by a strong muscle, had the consistency of a hot, thick pudding; she moaned tenderly as her fingers spread it apart and penetrated. Her left hand now crept down to the same location and she began rubbing her clitoris, an inflamed nub of exquisite tenderness, with her left index finger. She closed her thighs tightly around her hands, forcing the fingers of her right hand ever further into the taut, moist opening, and began flexing her hips. By clenching them tightly she could elevate her loins slightly, intensifying the pressure from her fingers; by relaxing she lowered them as she gathered her strength for another squeeze. She lay on her back with her eyes closed; her breath became faster and shorter as her muscular contractions heightened the tensions in her body.

"Mmm! Oohh!" she muttered thickly. "Do it, do it, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Oohh, come! Come now! Unngghh! Fuckfuckfuck!"

Curiously enough, Gina found it no problem to use language of the most vulgar, abandoned sort when she was alone. In tact she had long ago discovered that muttering lewd, provocative phrases and words to herself had the power of heightening her sensual awareness and hastening the climax she sought. She would have been most reluctant, however, to have used these words and phrases in front of another person, especially a male; she had always been told that men looked down on women who had "dirty mouths" and this one lesson, at least, had made a strong impression on her.