A
man can take only so much.�� That she was desirable, bald or
not, had sunk into Bob's bones.� That she was clearly available,
whether she actually knew what that meant or not, was also
undeniable.�� Bob had never been on the side of being seduced
... at least he didn't think that way.� In actuality, Dannie had
worked him like a saxophone, pushing his buttons until he was a
helpless wreck ... and leaving him making some of the same sounds a sax
could make.�� It had been one of her favorite things to do,
both before he begged her to marry him, and afterwards.��
That may have even had something to do with the straw that snapped this
particular camel's back, as Brenda, whether she knew it or not, pressed
one too many of Bob's buttons.
So
suddenly that she gave a squeak of surprise, Bob turned, grasped her
shoulders, and pulled her across his body, pulling her face to
his.� To say he kissed her, is to say firecrackers go
"pop".�� It's just not the same thing as hearing a
firecracker go off.� And this firecracker went off right in her
face.
As
soon as his lips pressed to his, his hands abandoned her shoulders, and
grasped her head, his rough palms scraping across her smooth scalp, as
his lips opened and he French kissed the surprised girl hungrily.�
That hunger communicated itself to Brenda Jean Ronson as something she
had never even dreamed of experiencing before.� She was a virgin
in almost every sense, not counting her tryst with Buttercup, earlier
in the day.� She hadn't been touched.� She hadn't touched
herself.� And she had certainly never been kissed like this.
It
is a tribute to her emotional strength, that, instead of being
frightened, she entered into events as a full and willing
participant.� This was everything she could have
imagined.�� His lips were alive against hers.�� His
tongue, instead of feeling foreign, was received like candy that she
wanted to suck and play with.�� His hands on her bare scalp
were, to her, the most intimate thing she'd ever felt.��
Then, as she adapted to the luscious feel of the kiss, her nipples
announced that they loved being pressed against someone else's flesh
... especially if that someone else was this man.
Her arms snaked around his neck, and she kissed him back.
Bob
was lost.�� His mind rambled as he had thoughts that
flickered, rather than resided in his brain.�� Her lips
welcomed his.� She didn't pull back, frightened and
timid.�� That she wanted this, too, was obvious.� It had
been a long time since he'd felt flesh against his too, and when he
didn't have to keep her face pressed to his, it was just natural for
his hands to slide down, along her neck, and across her back.
They made out like teenagers on their first unchaperoned date.
Bob
had been telling the truth about how kisses would make him want
more.� He wasn't thinking about Dannie at the moment.� That
would come later, along with enough guilt to fill a dump truck, but at
that moment, he was feeling only the ability to be emotionally joined
in intimacy with someone he cared about.� Sex can do that ... can
overwhelm a person's normal reservations and control mechanisms, and
that's what it did to Bob.
His
hands slid all over her as they kept that long kiss going.� It was
really a series of kisses, with snatched breaths as their lips began to
slide and move across each other's.� But she got her wish, or at
least part of it, when his hands sought her tender breasts and massaged
them.�� The thrills it shot through her dwarfed the tingles
the ride had produced, and she brought a hand to put on top of his, to
help him rub them.� That hand directed him lower, and he didn't
fight it.�� The water had washed off the numbing salve, and
she felt both the pain of tender flesh, rubbed raw by the saddle, and
the exquisite electric jangles of his rough finger scraping across her
newly-awakened clitty.
When
his finger went on to slide into her, she arched her back and spread
her legs, astonished at the mixture of pain and pleasure having
something pushed into her caused. �
She
made sounds now ... mewling, purring, hungry sounds, as her virginity
was plundered by his invading finger.�� Her hymen was long
gone to tampons, and there was no discomfort, other than a filling,
stretching sensation.� He kept going until the tip of his finger
rimmed her virgin cervix, and her pussy spasmed into the same feeling
that she had felt on Buttercup's back.
Now
her lips broke away from his, as her lips spread, her teeth showing in
a grimace of supreme joy.� She welcomed this orgasm, with none of
the guilt or reluctance that her earlier ones had caused.� This
... this was the pinnacle, and she loved every second of it.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"
she groaned.�� There was, in truth, a mixture of pain and
pleasure in that groan, and Bob's ears heard both.�� Using
his finger, he pulled, making her body rise in the water, until a pink,
soft nipple popped out of the water.��� His head dipped,
and he sucked at her sensitive bud.�� Her whole body went
rigid as her first orgasm was overtaken by a second, even stronger one,
caused by the multiple sensations she was drowning in.
Some
sanity returned to Bob as her anguished moan was wrenched from her
throat.�� Instinct kept his finger where it was, but he
abandoned her nipple, to let her lie on his lap.�� He watched
her, as her body jerked, in time with the motions of his finger, deep
inside her, and her orgasm played out through her twitching
body.�� He realized her hand was on his, not trying to make
him take the invading digit out, but to hold him inside her.
Her
eyes opened, and she got a silly smile on her face as she got control
of herself again.�� He started to pull his finger out of her.
"No," she gasped.�� "Leave it there."
He
sat quietly, oddly satisfied, even though nothing had been done for
him.�� The look on her face was priceless, and the
familiarity with which her arm held him made it plain that she was very
happy.�� He liked it that she was happy.� It made him
feel like he had done something valuable ... something right ...
despite his earlier reluctance.
"OK," she breathed, taking her hand away from his.
He
knew to withdraw slowly ... to release the pressure gently, and did
so.�� She sighed again as his finger left her, sliding gently
across the tiny bud he could feel at the top of her slit.
She
pulled herself up to kiss him again.� It was a much more gentle
kiss than any of the others.�� He was comfortable, for the
most part, with what had happened, until her hand snaked into his
jockey's and grasped his prick.
"You've had enough," he said softly.
"I
liked that," she breathed into his mouth.� She kissed the corner
of his lip.� Her hand squeezed, and moved to feel for his
balls.� "I've never felt one before."
"You shouldn't be feeling mine right now," he said.
"I want to see it."�� More soft kisses.
"No."
"I'll tell my daddy what you did to me," she teased.
"I'd
rather you tell your daddy what I did to you, than tell him about what
I'm going to do to you if you keep playing with my penis."
"Ooooo, now I'm scared."� She giggled.� Her hand kept playing.� "Come on, I just want to see it."
"Remember a few minutes ago, when you said all you wanted was a kiss?"� His voice teased her.
"Thank you for the kiss."� She gave him another one.� "That was the best thing I ever felt in my whole life."
To give Bob the credit, he tried to gross her out.
"OK, tell you what.� I'll let you see it, if you promise to suck it."
Her eyes stared into his.� She licked her lips.
"OK."
"Don't play with me, little girl." he said, not believing her.
"There's no campfire around." she said.� "You can't lie if there's no campfire."
He
stared at her.�� He realized they were looking at each other
with moonlight, now.�� The sun had gone down while they ...
negotiated ... and he hadn't even noticed.
He
called her bluff by pushing her away and standing up on the rock
shelf.�� He pushed at his wet underwear, bending to step out
of them, and then stood back up.�� His dick was fully at
rest, still warm and comfortable.
She got to her knees in front of him and pushed her face close, to peer at it in the dim light.
"I thought they were supposed to be bigger," she said, reaching for it with two fingers.
"Thanks a lot," he grinned.
She reached behind it and hefted his balls, which were hanging low because of the heat. �
"These are hanging down longer than your penis.� Is it supposed to be that way?"
"The
heat made them that way.� When they cool off they'll pull up
against my body," he said.� "You really haven't flirted a lot,
have you?"� His smile was a little strained.
She went back to his penis and held it with two fingers on each hand, to make it point at her face.
"You'll have to teach me how to suck it," she said, her nose almost touching it.
"I was kidding," he said.� "You don't have to do that."
She looked up at him.
"Teach me," she ordered.
"Brenda ..."
"Teach me, Bob."� Her voice was firm.�� "You made me feel good.� I want to make you feel good too."
"I already feel good," he said.
"Then I want to make you feel better." �
He
marveled at her stubborn streak.� For such a soft, pliant girl,
she could be as hard as rock when it came to getting her
way.�� He'd let things go this far.� In for a penny ...
in for a pound.� She was obviously no scared little girl.
"There's some loose skin that covers the tip.� You'll have to push that back to uncover the head."
He felt her fingers putting pressure on him, and her sigh as the glans was uncovered.
"Cool!" she said, sounding impressed.
"Now, just suck the tip into your mouth, like it was a Popsicle or something," he said.
He'd
been out of the water long enough that he could feel the heat of her
mouth.�� It was wonderful.�� He felt his balls
pulling back up, from where his ball sack had stretched in the hot
water.� He'd also been out of the water long enough that his prick
began to behave like a prick.
She pulled off.
"It feels so different than anything else," she observed.� "I like this."
She went back to sucking and he felt the blood rushing into his cock.� It was going to get hard, and that was dangerous.
"OK, that's enough," he said, breathing deeply.
She pulled off again and kissed the tip.
"Hey, it's getting bigger!" she said.
"I know.� That's why it's enough."
"No.� I want to see it all hard."
"No."
"Yes!"� �
She
punctuated her comment by sucking him back in.� When he tried to
grab her head and pull her off, her hands went to his buttocks and she
dug her nails in, pulling herself against his loins.�� He had
grown enough that it sent the tip of his prick to her gag
reflex.�� She pulled back enough to cough, her mouth still
full of his prick, and shook her head, to break his grip.��
When she did, the sensation in his penis was exquisite, and he groaned,
knowing he was lost.�� He dropped his hands to his sides.
She sucked as she dragged her lips along his mostly hard prick, making a slurping sound as she pulled off.
"Are you going to be a good boy now?" she asked.� She went right back onto him, sucking hard.
"You keep doing that, you're going to get a mouthful of something you might not like," he warned.
She pulled off again.
"Will it taste bad?"
"I
have no idea," he said.� Dannie had never tasted his spunk.�
She'd always demanded he deposit it in her pussy.� She'd suck him
to with a hair of ejaculation, and then throw herself down, spreading
her pussy lips.� "I want it here," she'd always said.
Thinking
of that finally brought Dannie to his conscious thoughts.� He
looked up, almost as if he expected to see her, frowning down at him.
"Oh baby," he moaned, talking to his dead wife.
Brenda
didn't know that, of course, and his moan was music to her
ears.�� She learned how to suck and play with her tongue at
the same time, and she liked that even better.� She didn't know
what to think about what he'd warned her about.� She knew that
some girls claimed to have done what she was doing.� That's why
she'd decided to do it herself.�� They talked about letting a
boy cum in their mouths too, like it was some special treat for the
man.�� No one had ever said what it tasted like.��
But everything she had done with this man, so far, had been more
wonderful than she would have hoped for, and she didn't want to stop.
It
was the volume of his spend that she wasn't prepared for.� She
heard his warning groan, and her heart leapt with anticipation.�
When the thing in her mouth started spurting, though, she didn't know
what to do with the copious discharge.� It all happened so quickly
that, by the time his third spurt had filled her mouth, she had to pull
off of it, drooling thick streams of slippery stuff.�� His
fourth and fifth spurts, therefore, hit her right in the face as she
held him where he was with her own hand.�� She started to
choke as she realized she had to take a breath, and swallowed what was
still in her mouth instinctively, to clear her airway.� Letting go
of the thing that still drooled a silvery substance in the moonlight,
she brought her hands to her eyes to wipe them clear.�� The
taste registered with her brain, at that point, and she cocked her
head, frozen, just trying to decide whether the slightly acrid taste
was OK or not.�� She tasted salt, then, mixed with a hint of
sweet.� None of it was overpowering, though, and she decided it
wasn't so bad.
"Wow," she summed it all up in one panted word.
The
warm water was right there, and it just seemed natural to lower herself
into it to clean up.� She came back up, sputtering.
"It's kind of messy," she observed.�� "But I like that too."
Bob, feeling the first of much guilt to come, sank back down in the water too.
"We're done," he said heavily.
Brenda
heard the pain in his voice.� She didn't understand why it was
there.� He hadn't done anything she hadn't wanted him to.�
She was gloriously happy, at the moment.�� But she heard the
pain, and didn't want to cause him pain.
"OK," she said softly.�� "Thank you."
After
what they'd done, there was no point in putting on wet underwear, just
to walk to the cabin.�� Both were quiet, walking side by
side.�� The night air was cool, and the warmth of the water
fled.� It was replaced by the warmth of the pot-bellied stove in
the cabin, though.�� In the light of the lantern he lit, she
looked at his hanging penis.� It was longer than when she'd first
seen it, but soft again.�� She felt the heat in her belly
again.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
He
looked at her, his eyes unfocused, for a second.� Then they
cleared.� "We're going to round up any strays we can find, and
head them downhill, toward the herd."
There
was a scratching noise at the door, and a short bark.��
Brenda went to the door and opened it, to let Dammit in.� She was
wagging her tail, and ran first to Bob, and then back to Brenda.�
She couldn't seem to make up her mind who she wanted to pet her
first.�� When she came over to Brenda, she licked her bare
leg.� She giggled.
Bob,
still thinking about what had happened, and his dead wife, opened his
sleeping bag and climbed in.� He didn't look at the naked girl
across the room.� He wondered if he'd be able to sleep.�
There was no lightning strike ... no moaning wind ... no sign from his
lost love of how she felt about all this.
Brenda
looked at him, and could tell he was troubled by what had
happened.�� He had tried hard not to give her what she
wanted.� She understood that.� But the optimism of callow
youth, and the joy she had experienced made her feel like nothing
remotely wrong had taken place.�� She didn't want him to feel
bad, when she felt so good.
"You didn't do anything wrong," she said.� "You made me very happy."
"Go to bed," he mumbled.
"I
just wanted you to know that nothing happened that made me feel
bad.� I loved all of it."� She thought that should perk him
up, but he didn't answer.
Bob
eventually drifted off to sleep.� He woke later, in the
dark.� She must have turned off the lantern.�� His
thoughts went back to Dannie.� She was gone ... but part of her
stayed with him.��� He tried to think of how she would
have reacted to what had happened if she were there. �
That was silly.
If she'd have been there ... nothing would have happened.
He
heard the cot across the room squeaking.�� It slowly
penetrated to his conscious thought that there was a rhythm to that
squeaking.� He lifted his head, but it was too dark to
see.�� It was her soft moan that made him realize she was
masturbating.�� He was astonished.�� The girl had
no shame!�� Then again, as far as she knew, he was
asleep.� He had to admit that.�� She was a hot
one.� That was for sure.�� Whatever had been awakened in
her the day before was unbridled.� She wanted to gallop.� And
he was the stallion she wanted to gallop with.
He
tried to think about what he would feel like if he had weeks to
live.� What would he do if he were in her shoes?�� Would
he sit in a corner and beat off continuously?�� He couldn't
comprehend what it must be like for her.�� To know the end
was near.� To have to decide what to do with every minute of her
waking time ... to maximize whatever experiences she had left to live
out.�� According to her, she hadn't had an orgasm before
yesterday.�� He could believe that.� She had been wild
with the wildness of going through something new and exciting.�
Her excitement had bled into him.�� He knew that.��
He and Dannie had been insatiable, in the beginning.� They had
stopped doing almost anything to tumble into bed, straining against
each other.
No
... if anything ... the girl masturbating across the room was
completely normal.�� She was just having fun being alive.
�
He
realized, in that moment, how much time he had wasted, feeling sorry
for himself.�� He didn't feel any less guilty, but the urge
to crawl in a hole and waste away was gone, quite suddenly, from within
him.� He had life to live ... many more years than the poor thing
across the room.� He wouldn't waste any more of that time in self
pity.
Sleep claimed him again, and this time he didn't waken until dawn.
Bob's
attitude the next morning wasn't so withdrawn.� He still felt like
he had taken advantage of Brenda, though he was quite aware she was, in
reality, the aggressor in what had happened.�� When he woke,
and looked over at her, he was a little relieved that she was still
asleep, her face reposed, and one naked arm flung above her head on the
cot. �
He
tried to be quiet as he relit the fire in the stove, and rustled up
breakfast.� His frequent looks at her were eventually rewarded
with her big, blue eyes, open and staring at him.� The look on her
face was impossible to evaluate.
"Morning," he said with a smile.� It was possible she had changed her mind, but he was going to try to make the best of it.
Her answering smile made his heart melt.
"I was afraid you'd be mad at me," she said.
"I'm not mad at you," he said gently.
"You
still miss your wife," she said.� "I could tell that last night
... but I couldn't help myself.� I'm sorry if I ... trespassed on
her memory."
Bob
couldn't help but be amazed at her.� She was so girlish, in the
main, but she had the capacity to think very much like an adult, who
had a lot more life experience than a girl her age should have.
"I
was thinking about her ... part of the time," he admitted.� "There
were other times I wasn't."� He threw another stick on the
fire.� "Actually, I think that's why I felt so bad."
Brenda
was conflicted at that point.� The thought that she could make
this man think of something other than his loss made her feel very
good.� At the same time, the thought that she could drive his
wife's memory away made her feel like a thief.
"I wasn't trying to make you forget her," she offered.
"I know," he said.
"I had a really good time," she said, unsure of how to proceed.
"I did too," he said.� "Even though it was completely inappropriate."
"I don't think I care about 'appropriate' as much as I used to," she said.� "I need to pee."
Bob almost laughed as she voiced something under circumstnaces that most adults would have called 'inappropriate'.
"We don't have an outhouse up here," he said.� "We just dig a cat hole if it's needed."
"Cat hole?" she sounded puzzled.
"Don't
ask me," he said.� "I tried to call it a latrine, after I got out
of the Marines, but everybody else calls them cat holes."
"In the Girl Scouts, we called them pit toilets," she said.
"Then you need to dig a pit toilet," he said, smiling.
"I'm naked," she said, from inside her bag.
"I'm very aware of that."� He grinned.
"You won't be mad at me if I get up ... naked?"
He grinned again.� He was grinning so much this morning that his face felt tight.
"I won't be mad.� I might react, but I won't be mad."
She
apparently took him at his word, because she bounced out of her bag and
stood, almost striking a pose in all her naked glory.
"Am I really sexy?" she asked, teenaged hope in her voice.
"Girl,
you have no idea," he sighed, staring at her hairless pussy.�
"You're very lucky that you're still technically a virgin."
"We'll
talk about that later," she said, dancing because of the pressure in
her bladder.�� "Where should I dig the cathole?"
"If all you're going to do is pee, you don't have to worry about it.� Just squat and go," he smiled.
"Out there ... naked ... in front of everybody?" she asked.
"There's only the bears to watch, and I don't think they care all that much," he chuckled.
She
stuck out her tongue at him and danced outside on naked feet.� He
realized he should probably have warned her about the dew.� It
would be wet and cold.
She
came back, much calmer than when she left.�� She got her
saddlebags, but didn't seem to be in a hurry to cover her nakedness.
"This feels really weird," she said.� "Standing here with you ogling me."
"Would
you rather I ignored you?" he asked.�� He'd reconstituted
some eggs and added them to the pouched bacon from the stores.� It
wouldn't be fresh, but it would be hot.
"No," she said immediately.� "I had fun last night."
"Me too," he said simply.
"Will you ever do that with me again?" she asked, with typical teenaged insecurity.
"I want to, but I'm still not sure it's a good idea," he replied.
"Why?"
"It's
complicated," he said.�� "You're young, and think you want
one thing, but you may change your mind in the middle of it."
"You'd stop if I asked you to, wouldn't you?" she asked.
"Yes,"
he said.� "But I wouldn't like it."�� He didn't like the
way that sounded.� "What I mean is it would be hard.� I'd
want to do it all."
"I
do too, if it's anything like last night was."� She seemed
completely comfortable standing there naked.� She looked delicious
too.
"That's not something you can undo, once it's done," he said.
"Well, Duh," she said, putting one hand on her hip. �
"I
wanted to give you time to decide whether or not it's really the right
thing for you."� He turned to face her, ignoring her charms.�
"Most girls want to give that to someone closer to their own age."
"I'm
not interested in any boys my age," she said.� She walked over to
him, to stand right in front of him.� His eyes dipped to her
breasts.� Her nipples were stiff.� "I have today, and however
long it's going to take us to get back tomorrow to ... to feel all
these new things.� After that, I'll never see you again."
His heart jerked. �
"That's
part of the problem," he said.� "I don't just go out and do this
with any old woman who comes along.�� I'm already emotionally
attached to you."
She cocked her head.� "Most men don't talk about their emotions, like that."
"I've been in a lot of pain, lately," he sighed.� "I can't help but think you'll bring me more."
She
frowned.�� "I don't want to do that," she
said.��� "But ... I can't help who I am ... what's going
to happen."
"It's kind of a problem ... huh?"� He sighed.
"But you want to?" she asked.
He
wanted to reach for her ... to take her into his arms.�� He
was stiff as a board just from being around her like this, though, and
he knew that he'd be swept away again if he did what he wanted to
do.� With effort, he kept his hands at his sides.
"Yes," he said.
"Except that you don't want to," she added.
"I guess that's true too," he admitted.
She
turned around, and went to her saddle bags.� She got clothing out,
but he noticed she left bra and panties off when she got dressed.�
He made sure he wasn't watching as she wiggled into her jeans.
