“I don’t care if it does sound silly. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked out in the open air, and I think it is absolutely fantastic! Yesterday I couldn’t have done it. But, oh, God, tomorrow I may walk down the main street of San Leandro totally bare ass naked, with my big beautiful fits flopping and my freckled ass swinging like a sexy pendulum, and-”
“And you’re just likely to get your cute freckled ass raped again,” Sam pointed out, laying his hand on her belly. Debbie sighed and covered his hand with her own. She rubbed the feel of him into her skin, and she was warmer than even the afternoon sun could make her.
“Just look,” she said, pointing to the westward. “Hills and valleys and mountains, and I can see a river, all silver in the sunlight, away off over there-the trees cover most of it, but you can see where it bends and flows.
God, isn’t it beautiful?”
Sam laughed, nibbled her neck. “I’ve spent the last six years on a Colorado prison farm. If I never see the Rockies again, I can die, happy and contented.”
“I suppose you have a point,” Debbie said, “but if you’d spent sixteen years in Mentor, Ohio, you’d think that was the most beautiful sight this side of heaven, spread out in front of us like a big happy dream.” She Sighed.
They were lying on. a blanket in the meadow below the cabin. It was too nice a day to spend it inside, and Debbie found a thrilling satisfaction in exposing her naked body to the sunlight and to nature.
“I’ve spent worse Fridays,” Sam admitted, slipping his arm around the girl. She moved closer and his fingertips brushed the side of her left fit. Debbie looked down, saw her pink nipple beginning to blossom for him.
“It isn’t Friday,” she said. “This is Saturday.”
“Saturday? I must have lost count of the days.” His face clouded. He cupped her breast firmly but lovingly. “When are you going back? To your friends, I mean?
You know that you have to go. You can’t stay here with me.”
“Why not?”
“Because, goddamn it, I am on the run! I killed a man six years ago and, even if he needed killing, which I still think he did, the sovereign state of Colorado feels that it is entitled to fourteen years more repentance from me.
And even if they kill me, I’m not going back. You know that they’re looking for me. Right now they’re looking for me. And if they should happen to find me up here, I don’t want you hanging around and in the way. Anyway-I’d made my plans before you came along, kid. I was only gonna stay here till Sunday, then hit the frail again. I’m on my way to New Mexico and from-there, maybe across the border. Or maybe west to California. I don’t know for sure.”
“See?” Debbie cut in. “If I hadn’t come along you’d have gone on the wrong day.
You’d have missed Sunday and moved out on Monday and they’d probably catch you then. You need me! I’ve already maybe saved your life.”
“In more ways than one, kid, more ways than one.” He covered her mouth with his own and she kissed him hungrily.
“Take me with you?” she purred. “I think you’ve spoiled me and ruined me. Now you’ve gotta do right by your victim.”
He didn’t answer. His eyes were surveying the sky, and Debbie turned to see what’ he was looking at. “My. God,” she murmured softly, “it’s beautiful! Isn’t that a golden eagle?” He nodded. The bird swooped high and low in the free air beyond the mountain’s drop off, his mighty wings spread widely, commandingly.
Debbie shivered. “I’ve never seen an eagle,” she said. “Except in zoos. Aren’t they an endangered species or something?”
Sam nodded. “Guys-like the guy who owns our little rustic hideaway, I’d imagine-rent helicopters and fly around blasting them out of the sky. The government knows about it, but they won’t do a fucking thing to stop it.
Somebody ought to rent a helicopter and fly around blasting senators and congressmen and Interior Department officials and a few governors and-oh, hell, this country would be better off if somebody snuffed all the fucking politicians every three or four years. it might put the fear of God into some of the rest.
“But-” and he squeezed her tit. “Look at that bird, kid. He’s an endangered species, sure as hell, but does he fly like it worries him a goddamned bit?
Tomorrow some asshole may blow him out of the sky, but today he’s a king and a god, and probably as good a king or god as the world has ever seen. Do you follow me, Debbie Marshall?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, let me put it into plainer English, then. You’re an endangered species, too. You’re a good kid, a nice girl. There aren’t many of you left. Somebody’s always trying to fuck with your kind, just like with ‘the eagle. You hang around me, and I’ll fuck you up. You don’t need me any longer. What you have to do is fly. Just ‘like that eagle. Be a queen and a goddess, because you’ve got it in you and you can be, if you’re not afraid to fly. Those friends of yours-they’ll blast you and think they’ve done something really hot shit. The trick is, don’t hold still. I wish you were a few years older, kid. I wish I’d know you about 1968, and I wish we’d shacked up in a cabin then and gotten into each other the way we have today. If we had, I wouldn’t be looking for some way to slip past the highway patrol and out of the state today. But that can’t be changed, and it’s not worth talking about anyway. Now, what I want you to do is to go back up to the cabin and put on your clothes and shoes and start hiking back down the trail you walked up. And don’t look back. Will you do that for me, kid?”
She looked into his eyes, wondering if he meant everything he’d told her. wondering if she had the, internal power to be an eagle. “1 don’t think I’m ready,” Debbie said softly; “My wings have only just started to flap.” Their eyes locked in, held. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to absorb strength from Sam’s body, but there was no way she could prevent one hand from sliding down his chest, into his crotch. What she found there was strong and vibrant, and she wrapped her fist around it, moaning as his power tingled against her skin.
“Do you need another lesson?” he whispered into her mouth and she nodded eagerly. The sun was low in the west, ‘shining upon them, turning their bodies to shimmering gold, and the grass on which their blanket was spread gave off fragrant, fresh, natural aroma. Debbie inhaled, filling her lungs with the scent of nature, and she thought, What better way to become an eagle than to do it right here, in front of God and Colorado and the mountains and the valleys and the river and the sky.
They lay down upon their sides, facing each other. It was the first time she’d fucked in this position but she seemed to know instinctively what to do. Sam pushed his pelvis at her and she lifted one leg, tossing it over his body, opening her cunt for the penetration of his dick. He kissed her, rubbing her pussy with the tip of his prick, and she reached under her leg, catching his rod at the base. Her fingers stroked gently and lovingly on his balls as he tickled her snatch, and then she bit his lip, knocked his hand away. Debbie grabbed Sam’s rod firmly and wedged the tip into her vaginal mouth. With a moan she thrust toward him, sucking up his cock. She could smell honeysuckle and daisies and wild roses where they decorated the meadow around her and Sam, and her nostrils twitched with much the same kind of joy as her pussy felt, stuffed full of Sam’s dong.
“Ahhhhh… Godddddd… ” Debbie moaned through clenched lips, working her cunt from side to side on Sam’s thrusting penis. She dug at him with the heel of the foot she had thrown over his body, pulling him into her, forcing him to stuff more and more of his cock into her snatch-as if he had any more to give, or she any place to put it.
“Mmm, my side is getting tired,” she whimpered after five minutes or so of steady in-out fucking, and Sam grinned.
“Over we go,” he told her, and Debbie rolled onto her back. He came along, not breaking the connection of their sexes, although there was a short, unavoidable lag in his heavy stroking. ‘She settled onto her ass, lifted her legs high, and he positioned himself between them. With a grunt, he made up for the momentary break in rhythm by, giving her half a dozen quick, furious, deep-plunging stabs that made. Goose bumps form on’ Debbie’s nipples and sweet honey leak from her split hole. She raised her knees even higher, pulling them back, feeling him slab deeper as she lifted herself.
“There!” she called. “You’re hitting it just right. Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, don’t stop nowwwww!!!”
She grabbed her legs; firm little hands seizing the backs of her ‘knees, and she tried to keep herself pulled way, way up, so that her-pussy rose and his cock slid all the way in. She felt him plunging home, striking the back of her vagina with a pulsating jackhammer attack, felt the tip of his cock banging on the opening of her womb as if his, wicked dick meant to fuck her there, too.
God, she cried silently, rocking with his thrusts, God, let it be like this forever!!!
She looked past Sam’s shoulder and it was hard to focus, for the sun was just to the left and its red glare was strong, but she was positive she could see that golden eagle still flying majestic wide circles in the blue sky, the king and guardian of all the broad expanse of territory below him. Me, she thought.
That’s what Sam wants me to be. But I’m not strong enough. I’m just a, dumb ugly girl- No! She wasn’t dumb, she wasn’t ugly, She’d never been dumb, and Sam had made her realize the beauty that lay within her and without. God, the was smoldering in that beauty right now-it threatened to consume her from within! “Put it to me,’ darling,” she whispered, shaking her ass to tempt him on. As if he needed temptation now when he was eight inches deep in her pussy, his inch-thick dong reaming her tight but persuadable lips. He grabbed her tit and handled it like the steering Wheel of a car, like he was driving on a very twisty, windy road, and she thrilled at the impassioned roughness of his caress.
Debbie realized that she could rest the backs of: her ankles on his shoulders now, save herself the trouble of keeping them held back manually, and she did it. Her toes touched behind Sam’s head, and her pussy was lifted as high as it could possibly be lifted, so that his dong filled her to overflow with every stroke.
He gave her plenty of strokes, no two ways about it! His cock sawed into her tender but willing cooze like a knife cutting butter, and she was melting all around him, snatch full of hot cream sucked from her tingling ovaries. He felt nice inside her-thick and manly, a vein of hot passionate blood throbbing in his cock, pulsating against the vaginal walls that clutched him so lightly-and she could feel him swelling with the need to gush his cum. Debbie squeezed his neck with her ankles and thrust her pussy up at him, and she didn’t care about the dangers of pregnancy. Not now. If he wanted to fill her quim with his scalding pecker-milk, he could do it, and she’d scoop up with her hands all the sweet juices that leaked from her. Scoop it up and stuff it back into her cunt, tamp it in with a ramrod if she had to, by God- “Come inside me this time,” she whispered, looking up at his intense, fuck-glazed expression. “Shoot me full of your juicy stuff, please?
Plecceceease?”
And her hips wiggled on him, snaking, shaking, engulfing his rigid tool. Sam thrust into her, but she was already risen to swallow him, and he ground his loins on hers, squirming, his balls swinging and tickling the uplifted cheeks of her bottom.
Debbie squeezed his neck again, reached low with her hands and grabbed his ass.
She pinched at the hard, muscular buttocks and felt them tensing lusciously with each separate thrust of dick he fed her. Even more, she could feel his prong tensing, driven at least a mile up her seemingly endless tube of quim, and the knob of him, God, the knob had to be somewhere in her guts, fucking and swelling up enormously and then fucking some more.
“Oh, Christ,” Debbie panted, shaking her hips as she gobbled his dong with-her vicious, hungry twat. She felt her heels bump together behind his neck, and she grabbed harder at his ass, fingers slipping into the crack to pinch at the rear of his nut sac. Oooohhhh, God, the way he stabbed her when she did that!
Plunging into her like a steam drill, filling her pussy with his throbbing masculinity, shoving so hard, so deeply, that bubbly cunt juice squished from her slit as if she were an. orange being squeezed for breakfast. Her crotch was wet with the stuff leaking from Debbie’s pussy, and his crotch was soaked too, his pubic hair wet and matted. From the juncture of their bodies the hot, funky smell of sex was strong and all-pervading. Debbie couldn’t smell honeysuckles and roses anymore-all she could smell was cunt. Her cunt. Reacting the way it had always wanted’ to react, the way she’d never thought it would have the chance to react. “Fuck me,” she groaned, “really flick luck fuck fuck meeee!!!”
Nothing else mattered. She didn’t care if she never saw Ohio again. She wanted to lie here forever in this fragrant mountain meadow being fucked into a constant, never-ending nirvana.
Suddenly he was out of her and, though she pulled with her heels around his neck, that cock simply wouldn’t thrust itself back into her anxious, creaming pussy, and she knew that Sam was on the verge of squirting and that, once again, he’d withdrawn himself from her unprotected cunt before doing it. God, he was so considerate! But didn’t he understand? She didn’t care if he shot off inside her! In fact, she was dying to feel his dick exploding in the confines of her rippling orgasmic twat!
She looked down her belly, saw him fisting his rod, and it was obvious that he meant to shoot off on her body again, the way he’d done twice before with such delicious-looking results. “No,” Debbie panted, “don’t waste it again!”
Gurgling through clenched teeth, she unhooked her legs from around his neck and shoulders, then flipped herself around hastily. Her cunt itched terribly-she had to keep rubbing her thighs together in a vain but rewarding effort to quell that itch-and in a split’ second she was on her’ belly before him, her hands knocking his hands out of the way, grabbing his dick, pulling its ripe, fruity swollen length toward her mouth.
If she couldn’t have his cum in her pussy, she’d have it in her mouth, by God, and this time she’d ‘drink every drop he gave her. Not a dab of semen would be wasted. Closing her eyes Debbie pushed his rod into her mouth and she began to suck up and down ‘his shaft in quick, anxious gobbles, her tongue jerking and loving him as she ate his engorged tool.
“You’re. learning fast,” he panted appreciatively, and she felt his hands on her body. A’ finger speared into her quim and she clenched it in pussy muscles that were getting plenty of exercise and learning exactly why they’d been planted in her puss place. “A nutcracker snatch,” Sam had told her in the cabin. “A natural nutcracker. If I hadn’t popped you myself, I’d have never guessed you were an amateur.” Some women never learned how to use the ring of muscles in their cunts, he’d told her, but she was learning, and it was heaven itself to know that she was teasing his finger, sucking it up her cooze, milking it with the action of her precocious pussy.
Learning so well that she didn’t have to do much concentrating now. She could lie there and fuck his finger like a pro while all her attention and love and care were devoted to the big eager prick being nursed in her wet, lush mouth.
She hadn’t drooled so much since the last Paul Newman movie she’d seen, but all that saliva was coating Sam’s rod now, making it greasy, helping it slide in and out of her mouth without any hitches or tie-ups. She liked’ that, and she liked it a lot more when he suddenly began to push his prick with a determined kind of insistence that brought the apple-sized knob of his dong almost into her throat itself. He’d told her that some women could suck cocks all the way into their throats, suck so hard, so deeply, that their lips were nuzzling their men’s balls. Debbie wasn’t sure if he was only putting her on, but the harder he fucked her willing mouth, the more she tended to believe him. Well, she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, at least.
She could take him to the top of her throat but it felt as if she were being strangle4 from the inside out when he tried to push deeper and her throat muscles constricted, barring his way. Still, it was good enough, the way they were doing it now, and she knew that he’d have no grounds for complaining once she’d gobbled him to the hot, flooding come she knew he was capable of giving her. I might enjoy it a little bit, too, Debbie thought with a mental smirk.
She was coming like a bandit now, her pussy a series of hot explosions all around his stabbing finger.
But even as she sucked and climaxed so deliriously, she was fully aware that the old Debbie was long, and happily, gone. She could never be that meek, pushed-around little mouse again. She was a woman now. It had taken two rapes-if you could call what Sam did to her rape, and somehow she couldn’t demean it with so nasty a word-but she was a woman and there was no turning back from that magical development. Oh, Jesus, she wanted to be with him always! He was her man. They were a team now. If he had to run from the police for the rest of his life, she would run with him. Somehow, she had to make him understand this.
Debbie sucked, and her hand squeezed his nuts at the base of his rod. She could hear him groaning, feel his finger jiggling as it penetrated her cooze. He was getting close. Oh, Christ, she was already there! Her nipples were a mile long and tingling and throbbing and aching, and her tits felt as if they were made of lead. She could hardly breathe-of course, the big swollen cock in her mouth had a little something to do with that, but her lungs were contracting just as her pussy was rippling and contracting and she felt consciousness coming and going in split-second intervals. Gasping, she pulled his dick deeper into her mouth and she made her cheeks and lips as tight as they could be made, and she began to suck him like a vacuum cleaner.
When the bum began to fly from him, she was prepared. She’d already felt the twitching of his balls where her fingers caressed them, and as she sucked, there was a noticeable fluttering in his dong, as if her tongue could detect the swift rise of cummy semen from his balls, through the tube of his gun, and then-oh God!-straight out his slitted opening and into her mouth, the stuff flying in huge gobs, strangling gobs, slick and slippery,. oozing down her throat as she sucked and swallowed, and her throat wasn’t blocked off anymore, no, it was wide open, gulping, drinking the hot salty love-gift he poured into her, and her tummy grew lustfully anxious for the sperm that rolled down to gratify its hunger and fill its yearning cavity.
This time she kept her mouth tight on, him and, though her cheeks puffed out with the weight and abundance of the semen Sam ‘fed her, Debbie didn’t lose a single flicking drop of his delicious juice. She could scarcely breathe while he came in her mouth, but she could drink his seed, and drink it she did, until he had no more to give her and his prick wilted like an orchid exposed to November chill.
Limp and shrunken, but coated with a sheen of cum that she had to lick and suck away, Sam’s cock began to slip from Debbie’s mouth. She caught him by the tip as he bounced free, and she kissed the end of his dick lovingly, at the same moment swallowing the last of the copious load of aim he’d shot into her.
Warmth and delight spread down her throat, into her stomach, radiated outward from the stiff nipples of her fits, from the glimmering pools of her eyes, from the wet, twitchy mouth of her snatch. She felt like a neon light burning brightly in the daytime.
After a while Sam sat up. He looked toward the sun, falling lower and lower to westward. “You’d better be on your way,” he told Debbie. “I’m leaving in the morning’ ‘and I want you gone tonight.”
“Where can I go?” she asked. “Back to Lisa and Holly?”
“Why not?” Debbie’s nose wrinkled in unspoken question. “You’re better equipped to handle them now, aren’t you? I mean, they pushed you around because you were willing to be pushed. But I think you’ve learned that you’re not a creampuff.
In fact, I wouldn’t give you odds in their favor right now.”
Debbie sniffed. She wondered if crying would ‘soften his heart. Probably not.
And more than likely, he was right. God, he was maybe twice her age, a convicted, escaped criminal, even if he was good in his heart, where it really mattered. It was nothing but school girlish romanticism to imagine that she could run away with him, live with him the life of a fugitive. Oh, hell, she thought, they'd only shared some sex together, for Christ’s sake! And maybe a little more but not enough more.
Still, she wasn’t anxious to leave him, nor to go back,to Holly’s and Lisa’s campsite. Debbie wasn’t entirely sure she could face up to the girls after running away’ from them. It would be sorta like Sam walking up to the prison gates and asking to be escorted back to his old cell, wouldn’t it? “You’re not gonna send me off without my supper, are you?” she asked lightly, putting her hand on his knee. “I’m a little hungry again.”
Sam nodded. “Let’s go back to the cabin and see if we can find anything, else that’s edible. But as soon as you’ve had your supper, you pack it out the door.
Right?”
“Right,” Debbie said, wondering how she could possibly look and sound so truthful.