## Chapter One
Paul loses interest in treasure hunting.

The sunlight glimmered through the breaks in the tree limbs. The early-evening light fluttered over the leaf-strewn carpet of the forest. Paul Davis moved through the dry leaves testing his birthday present, a Treasure Ace 300 metal detector. Lured by advertisements of long-lost riches, Paul had irritated his father until Paul received the metal detector for his fifteenth birthday. He skimmed the head of the detector over the leaves beside the path seeking long-past dropped treasures. While riches lay just below the surface on the commercials, true treasure was absent. After two hours alone in the forest, the metal detector’s novelty level was depleting faster than the batteries. He reversed the metal detector’s direction in reaction to the beep in the headphones.

Finally, he thought. He slipped his backpack from his shoulder and plopped it onto the top of a tree stump. Pulling out the small spade strapped to his backpack he nudged aside the soil seeking unknown artifacts. His pile of dirt had not surpassed molehill when a small rusty nail flipped to the top of the dirt pile.

Damn, a fucking nail. He holstered the spade, and lifted up the metal detector and resumed half-hearted sweeps further along the path. Five minutes further into the waning novelty a moan froze the sweeping head. A repetition, now a persistent tone, floating damply over the bushes ahead, he quietly plucked the headphones off and flicked the power to the detector off.

An alto "oh, yeah!" intertwined the moaning soprano, soft, gentle and dipping moisture. The heartbeat in Paul’s ear added a baseline to the growing surprise symphony. The dense growth of bushes obscured the source of the music. Paul stashed the detector behind a fallen tree trunk and looked for a route to a better viewpoint. A crumbling stone wall ran along his left and curved over to about thirty feet from the source of the sound, on the opposite side of the bushes. As he moved away another, louder moan floated from the bushes. He slipped over the weatherworn rocks on the top, and, crouching down, crept along the base of the wall, he moved down about seventy-five feet and peeked between two rocks on the top of the wall.

Tom Powell and Melinda Anderson, two of Paul’s friends from school, were too into each other to notice Paul. Tom and Melinda were two of the more popular kids in his tenth grade class. He had Melinda in his biology class, though not in the way Tom was now. She perched on a lab stool at the workstation behind his and to the right. If she turned slightly toward Paul on her lab stool, and he dropped his pencil just right he could learn the color of her panties.

He didn’t have to drop a pencil today. Tom’s right hand, hidden by the short-red skirt that fell far short of Melinda’s knees, was keeping time with her moans, and Melinda’s pink, flowered panties lay crumpled on the ground. He could see the dark stain on the crotch. Melinda’s hips slowly rocked as her legs widened. Tom silenced her with a wet kiss. Paul had never seen anyone making out. He had never made out. This lack of experience didn’t slow the force of blood to his cock. The denim across the front of his pants strained as his cock grew to full-use size. His cock twitched as he thought of Tom’s fingers moving through the wet jungle of Melinda’s bare pussy. Tom rolled back from Melinda and grabbed for his zipper.

Paul could see Tom’s jeans were also straining. She opened her eyes at the loss of the fingers in here pussy. Seeing the zipper of Tom’s pants separate quickly under the pressure from below, Melinda floated another moan on the air. "Pull your cock out," Melinda panted and reached to help.

She moved her hand over to the divide and slipped into the gap. Tom’s head rolled back at the touch of her fingers on his cloth-covered cock. Melinda’s fingers traced over the surface of his briefs looking for the entryway to his cock.

"Damn, I hate it when you wear briefs. I can never find the fucking hole."

The gap in the underwear parted and Paul saw her hand plunge through the entry. Pulling back sharply, Melinda brought his cock into view.

"Oh, Tom, I just love your cock."

"Babe, it loves you too."

"You know what I really love, hon?"

“No.”

“I love how it tastes.” Her lips covered the head and descended down the shaft.

“Yeah. Suck it babe.”

Tom could feel her tongue on the large vein as she pulled his big cock into the back of her throat. Paul couldn’t believe the length of cock Melinda swallowed. She gagged at the very bottom of the stroke. Tom groaned at the pressure her gag reflex applied to his cock.

“Suck that cock, babe. I can’t believe how much of my cock you can get in your throat.” Tom pulled his head up to see the his cock disappear into Melinda’s miracle mouth. Her skirt had ridded up and right next to his right hand was a very wet pussy covered with the soft blonde hair the matched her head. Two fingers separated the moist lips and slid inside. The hairs of her pussy were matted with the liquid dripping from her hot pussy. Melinda sucked harder at the sensation of Tom’s long thin fingers slipping into her wet cunt.

“Tom, you get me so hot when you finger my pussy. Rub my clit. It’s so hot.”

“Mel, you’re so wet!”

Tom’s thumb eased into her cunt for some juice and then slid up to her little clit. Tom liked to tease Melinda about her small clit, just a little bump at the top of her pussy. Small in size, but not in sensitivity, she groaned, and Paul’s cock jerked again and leaked a little cum into his pants.

Paul slid his hand down to his zipper and pulled the tab around the large bulge in the front of his jeans. He sighed the parting zipper released some of the pressure from his cock. The snap of his jeans cracked at the release of pressure.

“Come on Tom. Put another finger in my hot pussy.”

Paul’s hands slipped to the waistband of his jeans and pushed downward. His underwear followed, his cock snapping out from the elastic waistband. His cock compared very nicely with Tom’s he could see. He thought, “Now why can’t I find some hot pussy like that to suck on my cock?” Even never having had a blowjob Paul knew that his fingers now curling around his cock were not going to give him the pleasure Melinda’s tight little throat was giving Tom. Paul started to slowly stroke his cock as Melinda pulled Tom’s monster from its den.

“Did you bring a condom?” she asked.

“I brought two.”

“Smart man, give me one.”

Tom fished the condom from the pants now around his ankles. Melinda tore the package and slipped the rubber in her mouth. Down she went again. Far enough to gag again, slowly rising up the shaft leaving it covered in wet latex.

“Babe, I can’t believe how good that feels.”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

She rolled onto her back and pulled her short skirt up over her navel. Her legs yawned open and the moist lips of her pussy spread to invite the entry of Tom’s big cock.

“Put your cock in my hot pussy, Tom.” Paul’s first look at a pussy was not the tight closely sealed lips of a virgin, but the loose, swollen lips of a pussy about to be fucked very hard.

Tom slid between her spread legs and put the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Melinda’s legs rose to hug Tom’s waist. The momentary loss of the view angered Paul, but Tom pulled up over Melinda, and put his cock against her pussy lips. Paul clearly saw Tom’s cock nudge her lips apart. Little droplets of her honey coated the end of the condom. His cock slid through the lips and started downward. Paul heard another load moan followed by Melinda’s voice, “Push your cock in all the way Tom. Fuck me.”

“You’re pussy’s so tight, Mel. I’m going to have to push harder to get into that tight little cunt of yours.”

“Then shove up my hot cunt, baby. Give me that big dick of yours all the way to the bottom.”

Tom’s cock finally came to rest with the head kissing the Melinda’s cervix. He stopped here for a few moments to allow him to adjust to the sensation of her tight pussy around his big cock. Paul could see plainly Tom’s cock stretch Melinda’s tight little pussy. His hand started to pick up the pace on his cock, even before Tom started to stroke Melinda’s hot little cunt.

“Tom, you can start fucking me now. Move your ass.”

“Ok, babe, here it comes.” He pulled his cock from her heat until only the head was nestled between her stretched lips. He snapped his hips forward, plunging his cock rapidly to the bottom of her tight pussy.

Melinda screamed. Paul, startled by the outcry, stopped stroking his hard cock and watched Tom pull back for another stab into her cunt. Paul’s cock fucked his hand faster. Paul spit in his hand and returned it to his cock, thinking that it was Melinda’s hot cunt working his hard shaft, but also certain that her pussy would give his cock far more pleasure than his spit-soaked hand.

“Oh, yeah, fuck my hot pussy, Tom. Give me all your cock. Oh, fuck, that’s good. Do you like fucking my hot pussy?”

“Babe, fucking your hot cunt is the best babe. It’s so tight around my cock.” Tom picked up the pace. Braced on his arms he moved his hips up-and-down at a faster pace. He could feel the cum starting to move from his balls. Melinda’s hands moved down to his ass. She squeezed hard.

“Fuck it harder babe. Give it all to me. I’m getting close. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy cum all over my hard cock.”

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me. I’m going to cum! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” Her cunt clamped down on his cock. Tom couldn’t hold it any more and her pussy triggered his cum. He felt his cream squiring from the end of his hard dick Squirt after squirt, filling the condom.

“My cock’s cumming! Take all my hot cum,” he grunted flexing his cock to pump the cum into her hot cunt.

“Fill that fucking rubber with your hot cum. Oh, fuck I’m cumming so hard.” Her ass lifted from the ground picking up Tom. Melinda grunted twice, twitched her pelvis up and down and whined, “Oh, my fucking god, what a cum!” She went rigid and slowly settled back to the blanket as Tom finished his last contribution to the large bulb at the end of the condom.

Paul felt as if he were in Melinda’s hot cunt as he sprayed the wall with squirt after squirt of his semen. As the last drop splattered to the ground, he ducked under the edge of the wall and sat on the ground trying to quietly catch his breath. He heard the snap of Melinda pulling Tom’s condom off and tossing it aside.

“Tom, you always fuck me so well. Your cock just drives me crazy. I can’t wait until I can get my mom to put me on the pill so you can shoot all that hot cum right into my pussy.”

“Mel, you’re just too hot for me to be cool. My dick gets hard just thinking about you, and when I get in your tight little pussy I have to give you the best fuck I can.”

“Well I sure got the best fuck today. Hon, we need to get back to the party. Someone’s going to miss us and come looking, and who knows what they might find.” She pulled up her still damp panties and was ready to head back. Tom zipped up and they headed out of the woods hand-in-hand, the blanket under Tom’s right arm.

After they were out of sight Paul walked back and picked up his metal detector. He went over to the site of the hot fuck. The condom made him curious. He had never seen a condom, let along had one covering his cock, and catching the load he shot into some young pussy. The condom was under a small bush. He reached in to gingerly pick it up, the full load of Tom’s cum still filling the end. That’s when he saw the sun reflect of something metallic in the ground.