Carver Pike - Scalp

“Saw a black bear out by one of the campsites,” Hal told them, “so keep your food put away. Y’all know the drill, right?”

“Absolutely,” Kip replied. “We been campin’ since we were kids. We’re all right.”

“Y’all got the number to call in case of an emergency?”

“I’ve got Gus’s number,” Kip said.

Hal figured that would be okay. They could always call Gus who would get a message to him pretty quickly. Worse case, 911 worked too. He doubted they’d need it, but shit happened. He couldn’t shake the thought of his visit to Cloud 9. If a damn dog could try and take his head off, there were a variety of animals out here that could do the same to one of these kids.

“Be careful,” Hal added as he backed away from them.

“We will be, sir,” Kip said.

Hal decided he liked that kid. He was respectful. His parents had done right.

Back at his truck, Hal climbed inside, fired up the engine, and was driving away when he noticed a black Labrador heading toward the college kids’ camp. Once again, thoughts of Cloud 9 came back to him. This dog seemed relaxed though. Its tongue lolled out as it meandered toward the lake. He didn’t recall seeing the dog the last time he visited these kids, but maybe they’d let the dog roam around. Having one at the site was probably a good thing. It could scare off some of the other smaller animals that might try to scavenge their site later on.

He remembered wanting a Labrador when he was a kid. That was his dream dog. His buddy, Patrick, had one. Hal had always wanted either a lab or a golden retriever. Maybe it was time he got one for himself. As he told Sheila so long ago, they were good for security purposes, and this world was quickly turning to shit.

“Get back in here, please,” Rachel demanded.

God, she was gorgeous. Kip liked this one a lot. She was polite, smart, and had been raised right. Better yet, she was a bit of a freak after having a few drinks. She’d been reaching into his zipper since her second beer of the night. He was buzzing pretty good himself right now and couldn’t wait to put her on her back again.

She was in nothing but her bright yellow bathing suit, which contrasted with her tanned skin and drove him wild. Instead of taking her suit bottom off, he’d simply pulled it to the side and was tonguing her clit when he’d heard the park ranger arrive.

The ranger was a nice guy, but seriously? He had to arrive now? Right when shit was clearly about to go down? The entire time the ranger was outside, Kip had fought back the urge to scream at him. He’d offered the guy a beer knowing he would never accept it while on the job. Hearing that Rachel was impatiently waiting for him turned him on even more.

Now that the ranger was gone, Rachel was all his. He zipped the tent most of the way down, leaving only a small space at the bottom for some of the breeze to get through. Then he sat back and looked at the beautiful young woman he had in front of him.

He felt no shame as he dropped his hand to his swim trunks and stroked himself over the fabric. His hard-on was clearly visible, and Rachel smiled as she watched him.

“‘Do you want a beer, sir?’” she said, mimicking him. She rolled her eyes and added, “I could have killed you.”

“I knew he’d say no.”

“But what if he didn’t?”

“Then you’d have to wait a little longer.”

“I’d fucking kill you,” she joked. “You can’t warm a girl up like that and then leave her to cool down. That’s cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I’ll show you cruel and unusual punishment,” he replied.

Rachel slid back in the tent and reached for the string that kept her bathing suit top on. She pulled on it and tugged the top off slowly as she said, “I… dare… you.”

Her tits were small, but he kind of liked them like that. He was more of an ass man, and she definitely had a nice ass. The way she leaned back on her elbows, knowing how enticing she was, drove him mad with lust. Her dark nipples, swollen from the cool breeze, made him throb even harder.

“Can we get back to what we were doing before we were interrupted?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

With that, she slid off her bathing suit bottom and said, “So you don’t have to pull it to the side this time.”

Kip was in awe. He’d been with a couple of girls, but he’d never had one lie back and open her legs for him the way Rachel was now. She didn’t seem nervous or even slightly hesitant to give in to him. She wanted him.

“Mmm,” was all he could think to say, but she looked absolutely delicious.

Never one to rush into it, Kip started at her knee. He kissed her there and let his tongue dash out to lick her flesh. She leaned her head back and smiled.

“Keep going,” she said.

So, he slid up a little further and did the same. He noticed the higher he went, the more her back arched, and the louder her sighs became.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whined.

He liked the sound of that. She’d been doing that to him since the first time he laid eyes on her. She was a tease too. She’d kissed him and felt him up on a couple of occasions, making sure to give his cock a squeeze at the end of their last date, but she’d never given in to him completely. This was their first time actually going for it.

When Kip reached the crease between her thigh and her pussy, he spent a little bit of time there licking her silky skin. The way she bucked her hips and edged closer to him made it clear she wasn’t fond of the way he was stretching it out. She wanted him to come at it head-on. He had to fight back a chuckle when she humped the air, doing her best to drive herself into his face.

With his hands, Kip held her legs still. He pried them open and finally moved left, dragging his tongue over her trimmed mound and up to her clit. He flattened his tongue out and scraped it against the tender nub, feeling her legs tremble as he went to work.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered.

Her moans made him so damn hard he couldn’t think straight. It was good Lenny and Becky were out in the water. He was sure those two would be fucking before the night was over, but right now he didn’t want to have to keep things quiet. Reaching for the small stereo he had inside the tent with him, he cranked up the volume so none of their noises would be heard.

The music did the trick. It seemed she felt better with the tunes masking the sounds of her pleasure. She gave into him completely and whined, moaned, and groaned as she thrashed and grabbed hold of his head to force his face into her fully.

Kip couldn’t breathe so well. She was strong, almost violent in the way she tried to fuck his face.

“Yessss, baby,” she whined. “Right there.”

He was about to rip off his swim trunks and slide between her legs. He couldn’t take it anymore. Rachel was an animal in the tent. He held onto her legs, wrapped his arms around them, and dug his fingernails into her inner thighs as he drove his tongue into her.

That was when he felt something strange against his foot. He jerked away from it and pulled his mouth off her in time to see a black Labrador at the tent flap, lifting its head against the zipper to force it open. It was on its belly, sliding into the tent.

“What the fuck?” Kip asked. “Hey, get the fuck out of here.”

“What is it?” Rachel asked. “Why did you stop?”

“It’s a damn dog,” he said.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered. “Just push the dog out with your foot.”

He tried that, but it kept coming in.

Rachel leaned her head back and lifted her hips to give Kip easier access. She was clearly not about to let a dog ruin her good time. Kip once again tried to ease the dog out of the tent flap, but the thing was persistent. In the shadowy entrance to the tent, it was hard to see the dog’s face, but Kip thought its eyes seemed strange. Kind of lifeless. And its tongue lolled out.