


Under A Raven's Eye

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2014-05-16
Updated: 2014-05-16
Packaged: 2017-04-21 13:09:33
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/under-a-ravens-eye
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: Young lovers explore each other in the forest.
Erotica Tags: Blowjob, Camping, Forest, Handjob, Love, Masturbation, Passion,
Raven, Straight Sex, Voyeur
Average Rating: 4.64






        Under A Raven's Eye


High above the western desert, a single black-winged figure floated upon the
heat rising from below. Sharp eyes scanned here and there for something to
scavenge or, if need be, something to kill.  
  
But the raven's attention was brought to an open-topped vehicle rumbling along
the lone highway carved through the sparse trees and rugged rocks of the
landscape. There was but a single person within it, a young man clad in shorts
and a sleeveless shirt, sunglasses covering his eyes, colorful, swirling
tattoos spiraling down both arms from somewhere beneath the shirt.  
  
The raven followed for perhaps a mile, until the vehicle slowed and turned
onto a road that led to the camping grounds. The raven knew where the young
man was going; it had seen him many times before.  
  
* * * *  
  
Arrival at the camp ground's entrance brought a smile to Ethan's lips. He
loved his weekends at Enchanted Rock. Others looked forward to Fridays because
it meant binge-drinking and hapless flirtations with members of the opposite
sex; for Ethan, it meant escaping the rigidity of the modern world and being
close to nature for a couple days.  
  
The middle-aged woman did not even bother to stop Ethan's Jeep as he rolled
the vehicle toward the small wooden shack beside the open gate. Ethan was
almost as much a regular occurrence as the comings and goings of squirrels,
birds and deer. But Ethan never took his apparent welcomed status for granted,
and always slowed down as he drove through, if only to give a friendly smile
and wave his annual pass to the always cheerful woman.  
  
Being early autumn, the campgrounds were not quite as heavily populated as
they usually were during the summer. Not that it really made a difference,
since Enchanted Rock was so vast that thousands of people could pitch their
tents and never be closer than a hundred feet from their neighbor. But the
obvious dearth of vacationers made the state park calmer, quieter.  
  
He parked the Jeep, bolted it up, and took the heavy backpack and rolled-up
tent from the back. With a grin of anticipation, Ethan made his way into the
mixture of red oaks and mesquite trees, on his way to his favorite spot.  
  
* * * *  
  
Ah . . . home sweet home, he thought with a smile.  
  
His favorite camping spot was well away from the numerous hiking trails that
meandered through the park. Indeed, Ethan wasn't sure if it was even within
the "official" camping zone. But he had never been accosted by a park ranger -
had never even met one this far in, in fact - and had never encountered any
problems with the local wildlife. While signs abounded here and there warning
of wolves and coyotes, Ethan had never seen either at his spot.  
  
A covering of freshly-fallen leaves and dried twigs covered the small
clearing. It measured about twenty feet across, more than large enough for a
tent and a campfire. At the same time, the branches of the gnarled, twisting
mesquite trees formed a canopy that nearly always kept the clearing in shade.
It was the perfect spot.  
  
Using a stout branch he had found months before, and left within the twisted
split trunks of a particularly large old tree, Ethan cleared away the leaves,
creating a pile just off center of the clearing. Doing so revealed the pit he
had dug a year and a half before, ringed with stones, and had used practically
every weekend since.  
  
He also revealed the three large, strange stones that sat equidistant around
the edge of the clearing, obviously placed there with purpose at some time in
the distant past. There were very faint carvings upon each one, facing inward.
Ethan figured they had probably been set there by members of a native American
tribe hundreds of years before. Maybe, at some distant point in the past, this
little clearing had been a place of communion.  
  
But Ethan had never thought to research it. His college days were thankfully
over and with them, the need to look into useless, trivial matters. It was
enough for Ethan to get away to the natural world; he felt no need to learn
about its history.  
  
The large, four-person tent was the first task, which Ethan accomplished with
practiced ease and speed. Next, he cleared out the pit and formed a framework
of dry twigs and bark within it, with a tightly-compacted ball of crushed
leaves and paper from his backpack in the center. He had the fire going within
a minute, and knew he would be able to keep it going until the following
Sunday afternoon, when he left.  
  
Now, he thought, looking about with a smile. Time to get comfortable.  
  
As casually as if he had been in his apartment back in the city, Ethan
stripped off all of his clothes, setting them within the tent. From
experience, he knew he would not have to wear anything but his all-terrain
shoes for the duration of his stay. That was the part he loved the most. That
was the freedom he craved from the moment he awoke every Monday to the moment
he left the city every Friday afternoon.  
  
Gloriously naked, Ethan stood from the tent and stretched, feeling a few pops
in his back and shoulders.  
  
Now I'm settled in, he thought with a grin.  
  
A flutter of wings caught his attention. He looked to the northernmost of the
three aged carved stones, upon which had lit a large, black-feathered bird.
Ethan chuckled.  
  
"I was wondering when you'd show up," he said.  
  
The bird's head cocked back and forth, training each eye upon Ethan in turn.
Taloned feet tapped upon the stone surface as the avian shifted its weight.  
  
"Want some beef jerky?" Ethan asked the bird, almost as if expecting it to
respond. He ventured toward the tent. The raven's eyes followed him, watching
as if in expectation until Ethan returned, holding a piece of dried meat.  
  
"Here you go," Ethan said as gently as he could, approaching the raven with
slow, careful steps. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you."  
  
The bird fidgeted, head snapping back and forth. But it did not take flight as
Ethan approached. Indeed, only once Ethan was within arm's reach did the raven
puff up its wings in preparation.  
  
Ethan smiled. "Okay, okay," he said, stopping where he was. He tossed the
piece of dried, salted beef toward the bird, which caught it expertly in its
beak. A rapid flutter of feathers, and the raven took to the air, darting
above and beyond the canopy.  
  
"You're welcome," Ethan called with a wry smile.  
  
* * * *  
  
Almost exactly ninety-nine paces from his camp - dependent upon how Ethan
placed his feet as he trudged through the underbrush - brought the young man
to a small trickling stream at the bottom of a ravine some nine or ten feet
deep. During heavy rainfall, Ethan figured, the stream was a roaring, narrow
river. But he had never seen it. The deepest the water had ever been in his
memory was around two feet; at present, it was half that, but moved along at a
crisp enough pace that he felt sure it was safe to drink.  
  
He squatted at the edge and scooped up a handful to drink, then another to
splash upon his face and shoulders. He smoothed back short, dark, wet hair
with satisfaction, loving the play of the breeze across his features. A
natural impulse had him reaching down to lightly fondle his dangling penis,
transferring wetness from his fingers to the slightly-swollen tube of flesh.  
  
He looked around, feeling randy. Hmm . . . why not?  
  
A wide, flat rock lay several feet from the stream. He knew where it was
almost from memory. He sat upon it, legs splayed out, leaning back with his
left hand upon the edge of the mostly smooth, water-polished surface. His
other hand settled between his thighs, lightly tickling his testicles.  
  
Arousal welled within him. He watched his cock swell and lengthen, then rise
up between his legs. The broad, pink-purple head emerged from its snug fleshy
sheath.  
  
Fingertips danced slowly up along the shaft, making it twitch in anticipation.
A thick, clear bubble of fluid oozed from the slit at the tip. Ethan massaged
it into the head and glans, making them slippery. He squirmed and sighed.
Wrapping his hand around the shaft just beneath the rumbled edge of the
foreskin, he began stroking his cock.  
  
* * * *  
  
Camping. I fucking hate camping.  
  
Gina grumbled as she made her way along the trickling, meandering stream.
Perhaps two hours, at the most, had passed since she had arrived with her
family at the campgrounds, and already she had been besieged by any and every
blood-sucking insect on the planet. Cans of Off! notwithstanding, she felt
like she had lost a pint of blood already.  
  
At least I got away from them, she thought ruefully, thinking of her mother
and the latest "love of her life," Ben. God, why couldn't they just go camping
on their own? Why make it some half-assed bullshit "family weekend?"  
  
Grumbling and tired, Gina continued along the bank of the trickling stream,
peeling apart dead leaves she found here and there. But then, as she rounded a
bend, she saw something she had not expected to see.  
  
Her eyes bulged, and mouth fell slack as she gazed upon the naked man seated
on a rock by the stream. Her gaze was instantly directed to the impressive
phallus jutting up from his groin, and the firm hand stroking up and down.  
  
Holy shit! Automatically, she clapped her hands over her mouth and ducked to
the side, seeking the shadows along the bank. She could not tear her attention
away from the masturbating man.  
  
Oh my God, she thought, looking back and all around, as if afraid she might be
caught in her voyeuristic moment. But the air was still, save for the
occasional scuttling of some invisible creature in the wood, or the chirruping
of some insect.  
  
An excited smile slowly stretched Gina's lips as she watched the man jack off.
He was pretty attractive, she realized. Slender frame, muscles in all the
right places, sexy tats, and a damn impressive cock sticking up from his loins
. . . God damn, he's really pounding that thing!  
  
Uncontrollably, one of Gina's hands made its way down her buxom body, fingers
delving under the waistband of her snug-fitting shorts. She found her suddenly
needy clitoris just past the smooth-shaved mound of her sex and massaged it in
time with the rapid, up-and-down strokes of the man she watched.  
  
Come on, she urged silently. Make that thing shoot . . . .  
  
As if in answer to her mental yearning, the man arched his back and thrust his
hips up off the rock. His impressive cock shimmered for a moment, glistening
in the sparse trails of light stabbing through the wooded canopy overhead.
Gina watched, biting her lower lip.  
  
Then . . . thick fountains of glimmering fluid erupted from the tip of the
man's penis, arcing in the air before splashing into the stream and upon the
banks. He panted and groaned, obviously thinking himself alone in the world as
his orgasm coursed through him.  
  
Gina grinned, following the last few dribbles of semen with her eyes as they
ran down the man's cock and over the clutching fingers of his hand. The liquid
was so thick and clinging, unlike that of any man she had seen before. She
found herself licking her lips.  
  
* * * *  
  
Ethan panted as he came down from his orgasmic plateau. No release from
masturbation could match the sensations of being with a woman at such a
moment, but he had to take what he could get. It was enough, for him, to
placate the neediness of his libido.  
  
He snapped his cock forward repeatedly in an effort to shake off the last few
drops of cum, then sat up to recover. He smiled in his self-created afterglow,
elbows upon knees, dripping cock angled down between his legs as it softened.  
  
That was a good one, he thought euphorically.  
  
Snap!  
  
The sound of a twig breaking brought Ethan's attention to the forefront. He
automatically slid off the rock, crouching down to cover his genitals as he
looked about. Anxiety blossomed in his heart. Great. That's all I need, is to
get caught jacking off by a park ranger.  
  
"Hello?" he called.  
  
But no answer was forthcoming.  
  
He sat still for several moments, gradually relaxing. He reasoned that if
someone had seen him, such as a park employee, they would have made themselves
conspicuous. But as the seconds ticked by, Ethan became more and more
convinced that what he'd heard had been the work of some forest animal.  
  
Still, time to get back to camp, he thought, and pushed up from his crouching
position. Gingerly climbing up the bank of the narrow ravine, he began making
his way back toward his tent.  
  
* * * *  
  
Crouched low behind a tangle of roots at the edge of the ravine, Gina watched
the man climb up and away, disappearing into the forest. She still had her
hand in her shorts, clutching her pussy, but the excitement, the arousal, had
faded.  
  
Somewhat, at any rate.  
  
Slipping her hand from her shorts, she casually brought her fingers to her
lips, and sucked the pungent essence from them. A smile spread slowly across
her lips.  
  
Maybe I'll see you later, she thought.  
  
* * * *  
  
As the sun descended and the night arose, Ethan reclined comfortably upon a
roll-out beside the fire. The temperature was dropping, cooling the skin that
did not face the small blaze. He scooted a bit closer, so that the heat spread
across his body, and lay back, gazing up through the opening in the leafy
canopy overhead. Without the intrusion of the city glow, the sky was dark
already, with dozens of stars already winking down upon him.  
  
If only I could just live out here, he thought with a smile.  
  
* * * *  
  
On the one hand, Gina was glad to see her mother happy. The woman had gone
through a string of would-be suitors since the divorce five years before, when
Gina was only fourteen. Most of the men she attracted had been, well,
questionable, to say the least. But Ben, at last, appeared to be genuinely
interested in Gina's mother, and not just physically. Their relationship had
already passed the six-month mark, which was longer than any relationship Gina
herself had enjoyed.  
  
Still . . . it was downright awkward to watch them cuddle and kiss beside the
small fire, clutching one another, holding hands, gazing into one another's
eyes. There was the ick factor, of course, of watching her own mother in a
state of semi-arousal, and then there was the reminder that Gina's own
personal life had been lacking since the girl's own breakup a few months
before. The combination of the two made her uncomfortable.  
  
Following the hackneyed tradition of fire-roasted s'mores, Gina politely
stood. "Um . . . I'm gonna go use the little girl's forest," she said with a
wan smile.  
  
Her mother and Ben were busy nuzzling. "Okay, dear," Gina's mother murmured.
"Don't go far."  
  
Gina rolled her eyes. "Be back in a bit," she said, stepping away from the
campfire. She headed first to her tent, from which she extracted a small
flashlight, then went in the direction of the ravine and the little trickling
steam within.  
  
With the flashlight leading the way, it took Gina perhaps only ten minutes to
find the spot where she had seen the naked man. Delicious anxiety caused her
heart to pound in her ears; she had no idea what to expect if and when she met
the man she had seen earlier. Indeed, she was not even certain whether she
wanted to meet him or not; the diversion he posed, however, was enough to give
her something more exciting to think about than campfire songs and watching
two middle-aged people make out.  
  
There was enough pale moonlight shining through the break in the trees above
the stream to make the flashlight unnecessary. She turned the device off and
slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. Looking about, she found where Mr.
Tattooed-And-Nude had climbed up the ravine; the exposed roots of a large red
oak provided excellent handholds.  
  
She climbed up, and found, to her delighted surprise, a narrow path just
obvious enough beneath the filtered moonlight. She followed it carefully,
trying to be as stealthy as possible. After all, she did not know exactly who
she might be sneaking up on. There was no way of knowing if the man she had
seen was alone. Maybe he had come with friends.  
  
A sudden distressing thought occurred to Gina, which made her stop in her
tracks. Oh, God, what if he's gay? Oh, that would be, like, the cruelest trick
ever . . . .  
  
But she forged on, and after less than a minute, the fluttering glimmer of a
campfire could be seen ahead past the trees. It seemed to sit in the midst of
a clearing, if the gentle glow of the moon shining down was any indication.
Inspired, Gina moved on, placing her feet carefully upon the tiny path.  
  
And then she saw him. She grinned, congratulating herself.  
  
The tent, certainly, was large enough for at least two people, but there was
no sign that the little clearing was inhabited by anyone other than the
deliciously nude man laying upon the rolled-out sleeping bag beside the fire.
Encouraged by that apparent fact, Gina ventured closer, until she was just at
the edge of the clearing, obscuring herself behind the twisted dark bark of a
mesquite.  
  
Mmmm . . . nice, Gina thought, looking upon the naked man. She found herself
smiling. In her rather limited experience, she had never been privy to the
sight of a slumbering, naked man. She found the novel sight endearing. Here
lay a man, oblivious to her presence, so casually and - to Gina's eye -
beautifully naked. Here lay an opportunity to observe a man with an
uncompromised and unabashed eye.  
  
He had a good build, Gina decided. Slim and toned, but not skinny. He
obviously worked out. His stomach rose and fell slowly, lightly decorated with
a growth of soft, light-toned hair that was a bit thicker upon his chest and
around the base of his languid penis. His testicles, Gina noticed, seemed
shaved, otherwise they would not have glowed with such a slightly pink fleshy
radiance.  
  
The tattoos that covered his chest and arms were a myriad of colors, and she
could not make out the exact forms. Still, the play of etched ink only added
to his innate sexuality. His face was strong and still youthful, telling Gina
he was most likely in his early or mid-twenties. He possessed a strong jaw and
smooth features. He smiled faintly in his sleep.  
  
Her eyes were drawn to the man's thick phallus, which was impressive even when
relaxed and lay across his groin. Smooth foreskin enveloped it like fleshy
cling-wrap, keeping the contents within fresh and protected.  
  
Some guys are showers, Gina thought as she nibbled her lip. And some guys are
growers. This guy's both.  
  
As she had done before, Gina slid a hand within the beltline of her khaki
shorts and the cotton panties beneath. Her nipples became more and more
sensitive as her arousal grew. As the fingertips of her hand found her
clitoris, she almost gasped.  
  
God, what would happen if I just . . . jumped him right now? she wondered. She
giggled at the thought. She imagined the man waking up in a fit, and looking
down as she stroked and licked his cock . . . .  
  
What would he say? What would he do?  
  
She whimpered as the array of possibilities exploded in her mind, like
fractured scenes from some implausible porno movie. She squeezed her pussy
with her hand, feeling how wet she was.  
  
He suddenly stirred, grumbling in his sleep. The movement instantly quelled
Gina's libidinous fantasies and made her crouch behind the tree.  
  
Don't wake up! Don't wake up!  
  
And he did not. He simply shifted, rolling onto his side to face the fire. The
orange glow played across his features, outlining the lines of his muscles.  
  
Gina's arousal shot back to her in spades. Heavy-eyed and in need of relief,
she backed away from the clearing and made her way along the narrow path to
the ravine.  
  
* * * *  
  
She felt possessed, as if overtaken by some naughty natural spirit that would
not be satisfied until her libido was. Once she had jumped down to the edge of
trickling stream, Gina shoved off her shorts and panties and sat with lean
legs splayed wide on the selfsame rock upon which she had watched the tattooed
man masturbate.  

Leaning back on her left hand to support herself, Gina madly stroked up and
down the slick, smooth lips of her pussy with the fingers of her right. Her
clitoris was thick and swollen, glowing like a pearl in the light of the moon
between the dark pink petals of her pussy. Gina rubbed it furiously, panting,
gasping, and twitching as her orgasm approached with greater speed and urgency
than she had ever known before.  
  
Spurred by disjointed fantasy images, Gina lifted her legs and all but cried
out as she came. Her buttocks tensed, her body bounced, and a brief, light
spray of clear fluid erupted from her vagina. Gina gasped at the sight of it;
she had never actually squirted during orgasm before, and frantically massaged
her needy clitoris all through the delicious experience, resulting in several
smaller, though thoroughly enjoyable, aftershocks.  
  
Finally, her feet smacked to the damp ground and she pressed her hand against
her quivering pussy. Panting and spent, she blinked her eyes open moments -
minutes? - later, looking up at the moon high overhead.  
  
Holy . . . wow . . . that was . . . um . . . I gotta get back . . . .  
  
Numbly pulling her shorts on, Gina stumbled her way back along the ravine
toward the tent that awaited her.  
  
* * * *  
  
Ethan awoke in discomfort. The fire had degenerated to embers, and laying atop
the roll-out left him exposed to the night's chill. He sat up in a state of
minimal consciousness, looking around. For some reason, he had the feeling
there had been someone nearby. But as he scanned the edges of the clearing, he
could see no direct evidence.  
  
Tiredly, he added some more fuel to the fire, smiling as the twigs and roots
and leaves caught the blaze. Then he pushed himself to his feet and, dragging
the sleeping bag behind him, headed into the tent.  
  
* * * *  
  
Gina was unsure if she had a plan or not. She awoke with a demanding libido,
but masturbating in her tent was simply not an option, not with her mother and
Ben nearby. So she made the effort to dress in a clean pair of cotton shorts -
naughtily "forgetting" panties - and suffered through the ritual of a campfire
breakfast.  
  
"Gina, sweetie, we're going for a nature walk," her mother said as she and Ben
laced up their hiking shoes. "Are you coming?"  
  
Gina's heart leapt. "Uh . . . no, if it's okay, I'll just stay here and read
or something. You know how the mosquitoes get me if I'm not by the fire."  
  
Her mother smiled. "Alright then, honey. But if you need to get in touch, I've
got my phone on me."  
  
"Sure," Gina said with a nod, watching her mother and boyfriend head off into
the forest. Thankfully, they were headed in the opposite direction of the
ravine.  
  
As soon as their crunching footfalls had faded away, Gina jumped up. Arousal
was already making the pit of her stomach warm. Switching out the rather loose
T-shirt for a much more snug top - and also slipping off her bra - Gina made
sure she had her phone and little else before making her way toward the
woodland stream.  
  
* * * *  
  
Though not particularly heated, Ethan's skin was deliciously and erotically
tickled by the cascade of water trickling down his body. He squatted over the
stream, clad once again in nothing more than his shoes, and scooped up
handfuls of water again and again, splashing them to his face and atop his
head. It was as good a shower as anything he could accomplish in his apartment
at home.  
  
Standing in the indirect light of the sun diffusing through the trees, Ethan
watched a few forest birds pecking along the banks further downstream. He had
awakened not long before to the cawing of his friend the raven. It appeared he
had a penchant for attracting avian friends. Or maybe it just seemed that way.  
  
Taking a seat upon the smooth, flat rock beside the stream, Ethan stretched
out a bit. He pulled his arms above his head, splayed his legs out while
curling his feet back. He could feel the muscles and tendons coming awake.
Automatically, his hands fell to his lower abdomen and smoothed downward. The
tips of his fingers graced the base of his penis, which was slowly stretching
and filling out.  
  
A basic fantasy took hold in his mind. He looked along the trickling stream,
watching the way the sun glittered upon it, and imagined some eager young
woman coming upon him, innocent yet open-minded. She would see him sitting
naked, and become mesmerized. Something about him would make her aroused.  
  
Yeah, as if that would ever happen, Ethan thought, closing his eyes as he
stroked himself leisurely.  
  
He suddenly heard the scuff of a shoe, the splash of water. Ethan jerked up,
looking about frantically. As a matter of course, he pushed his erection down
between his legs to hide it. Alarm took hold of his senses.  
  
Darting eyes surveyed his surroundings in an instant, before he saw the young
brunette crouched and half obscured by the bend in the stream. He could really
only see her face. Wide, round eyes dominated her features. She stared at him
with as much apprehension as he felt himself.  
  
Shit.  
  
Curling up and folding his legs together, Ethan extended a hand toward the
girl. "Hey, it's not what you think!" he exclaimed, the first words he could
think to utter. "I mean, I didn't think anyone else was gonna be around here."  
  
She said nothing, only blinking once, soft, ripe lips parted slightly. She was
pretty, Ethan realized. Very pretty.  
  
The state of her attractiveness notwithstanding, Ethan continued. "Look,
please don't tell anyone, okay?" he pleaded. "I'll just go."  
  
He started to make his way backward toward the edge of the ravine. Climbing up
it would prove difficult, he knew, without further exposing himself to the
young woman.  
  
"Wait!" she called.  
  
He stopped, frowning. "Wait, what?"  
  
The girl uncurled herself from her hiding place and took a couple of steps
toward him. She wore snug-fitting shorts and a tight top which outlined her
round breasts rather nicely.  
  
Hesitantly, she offered open hands in a gesture of amelioration. "I'm not
gonna tell nobody," she said. "Promise."  
  
Ethan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He looked around, wondering if he was
about to be the victim of a trap of some kind. But for all his senses would
tell him, he and the girl were alone . . . save for the black raven that
inexplicably appeared, landing upon a rock further down the stream amid of a
flutter of of its wings.  
  
"Look," the girl continued. "I saw you yesterday. You know, last night."  
  
Her words brought his attention back to her. "You did?" he asked, perturbed.  
  
She nodded, gaze drifting down his crouched body. "And I didn't tell anyone
about it."  
  
Despite himself, Ethan began to relax. "So, what are you, some kind of voyeur
or something?"  
  
Her brow furrowed. "A what?"  
  
He managed a small chuckle. "A voyeur," he said. "Someone who likes to watch
other people . . . you know, when they're . . . ." he trailed off, groping for
words.  
  
"When they're doing something naughty?" she prompted with a sly smile.  
  
"Yeah," he responded with a small laugh. "That's as good a way to put it as
any, I guess."  
  
She ventured closer, almost skittishly, as if approaching a small animal that
might bolt if she made any sudden moves. The sly smile had evolved into a more
interested, curious one as her darting eyes tried to sneak peaks of hidden
manly flesh. "I guess so," she said. "I know it's weird, but I always thought
it was hot to watch a guy . . . you know . . . beat it."  
  
Ethan was suddenly suspicious again. Her manner of speaking and appearance
both had him wondering. "Look, uh, you seem awfully young," he said.  
  
She stopped, annoyance coloring her face. "You think I'm a kid?" she asked.  
  
Anxiety returned. If I piss her off, then she's going to run and tell someone
. . . "No, I don't think you're a kid," he said. "I mean, you're obviously
smart, and the fact that you're not freaking out tells me a lot about how
mature and patient you are, but at the same time . . . I mean, I've known
girls who matured pretty fast."  
  
She seemed to relax. The corners of her mouth curled upward again. "Well,
trust me, if it bothers you that much, I'm over that magical age of eighteen."  
  
Relief was obvious on Ethan's face. "Okay."  
  
"Are you?" she shot back teasingly.  
  
He rolled his eyes. "Wanna see my driver's license?"  
  
The girl suddenly giggled. "Please don't tell me you actually have it, because
if you do, then that means it's in a really gross place."  
  
Ethan looked down at his body, as if he had forgotten he was nude. He
chuckled. "Uh . . . yeah. Right. No, obviously, I don't have it right at the
moment."  
  
She moved forward a little closer, then squatted down to his level. Ethan
could not help but notice that doing so made her pale-colored cotton shorts
press tightly between her legs, forming a very delectable cameltoe. He made an
effort not to stare. "Um, what's your name?"  
  
He blushed in admonishment. "Ethan."  
  
She smiled. "I'm Gina." For a moment, she nibbled her lip in contemplation.
Okay, so now you've met Mr. Hot Naked Guy. Now what? "So, uh, you do this a
lot? Walk around naked, I mean."  
  
Ethan relaxed visibly. The simple nicety of a more or less formal
introduction, as well as the verification that his voyeur was not some
underaged kid, placed him more at ease. "Actually, yeah, I do," he said,
shifting to get more comfortably on his rock. He decided to test the waters
and parted his legs slightly, allowing Gina to get a glimpse of his dangling
and slightly swollen penis. His gesture was instantly rewarded when Gina's
gaze dipped to his exposed crotch.  
  
"I come up here almost every weekend," he said. "Camp in the same spot every
time. I've never seen anyone this far in, so I figured . . . might as well let
it all hang out."  
  
Gina giggled again. "Well, you're, uh, definitely hanging out," she commented
with a blush.  
  
Ethan shrugged. The anxiety was gone, now, replaced with the delicious
anticipation of the unknown. "To be honest, when I'm at home, I never wear
clothes."  
  
"I couldn't do that," she said. "I still live with my mom."  
  
Ethan smiled. "Having my own place has its benefits."  
  
Gina couldn't keep herself from looking the man over. He wasn't being pushy,
he wasn't being rude or crass, he was just a humble naked guy sitting on a
rock by a stream. He may not have been some chiseled, manscaped, pretty boy
frat jock, but Gina was finding Ethan to be the most attractive man she had
ever met.  
  
"So, um, what about you? You come out here to camp a lot?"  
  
Ethan's question jolted her out of her silent musing. "Uh, well, not really,"
she said, blushing. "But my mom and her boyfriend really wanted to come, and I
guess they didn't want to leave me at home alone for the weekend."  
  
"Afraid you'd throw some wild party or something?" Ethan asked pointedly.  
  
"Pfft!" Gina replied. "I'm not that type. I mean, I go to parties and stuff
sometimes, but I'm really pretty quiet. I guess I'm the mousy librarian type."  
  
He gave her a look. "I think you're a very beautiful type."  
  
She snapped her eyes to his immediately, feeling a quick rush of arousal flash
through her. She squirmed in her crouched position, fanning her thighs
slightly to keep her balance. She was aware of the steadily increasing
dampness between her thighs. "I think you're kind'a hot, too," she whispered.  
  
Okay, Ethan, don't fuck this up! The last thing you wanna do is lean back and
flop your dick around and ask her if she wants to play "snake charmer." Keep
it cool.  
  
"So . . . what happens now?" he asked.  
  
Gina sucked her bottom lip and shrugged. "Whatever," she said, then
immediately recanted. "I mean, not really 'whatever,' just, um . . . you know,
you were gonna . . . do something, right?"  
  
He nodded slowly with a smile. Gina's beating around the bush, as it were, was
both endearing and frustrating. They could go on forever without getting to
the point of why they were both there. Ethan decided to take a chance, and he
leaned back while simultaneously stretching his legs out. The exhibitionism of
the moment was powerfully erotic, and his cock responded appropriately,
stiffening and angling upward.  
  
"Yeah, I was gonna do 'something,'" he responded, not looking to her as he
leaned back and supported himself on his hands. He looked down at his
stiffening penis as it rose above the level of his legs, outlined by the warm
radiance of the sun.  
  
Gina looked as well, lips parted in an excited smile, eyes wide with
anticipation. Never had she seen a naked man in such a state, not within these
circumstances. Ethan's penis, to her, was a beautiful work of art. She was
fascinated with the way it grew and stretched out, how the sheath of skin
around it became smooth, how the bulbous pink head protruded from its fleshy
confines, so shiny and bright. As she had the night before, she licked her
lips.  
  
To his credit, Ethan had the wisdom to recognize that if anything further was
going to happen, to voice any suggestion would be counter-productive. Gina
wouldn't do anything if he simply asked her; he had to trust - and hope - that
his actions would arouse her beyond the level of simply being a voyeur.  
  
He shifted, brought up his right hand, wrapped it around the shaft of his
cock. He breathed out as he began slowly stroking up and down. Satisfying as
the act was by itself, it was incredibly moreso now that a beautiful young
woman was watching him so avidly.  
  
Gina's attention was fixated upon Ethan's actions. She did not realize she had
settled a hand between her own thighs and was clutching and squeezing her
pussy through the single layer of cotton. Seeping wetness soaked the material
the more she massaged her sex, until it infused her fingers. She whimpered
slightly, squirming, and had to roll onto her knees at the edge of the stream
to keep from toppling over.  
  
"Do you want to see me come?" Ethan asked.  
  
Gina responded with a staccato moan. "Yeah," she breathed.  
  
He gave her a knowing smile as he continued pumping his hand up and down. "I
think you wanna come, too."  
  
Gina blushed, smiled. "Maybe," she admitted coyly.  
  
He glanced over, watching the way the girl rhythmically squeezed her pussy
through the shorts. He was not sure, but he thought he detected the faint
aroma of her arousal. His dick twitched in his hand. "I bet that would be
something to see," he said suggestively.  
  
She met his eyes briefly, pondering her options. Part of her wanted to rip off
her clothes and pounce on the man. She had already been entertaining fantasies
about him while they conversed, imagining herself stroking his cock, licking
it, sucking it, riding it. But what if he did not want to go that far? What if
she suddenly became aggressive, and it turned him off?  
  
Besides, she reasoned, I don't know why, but doing this slowly just makes it
hotter . . . .  
  
"Well," she said at last, straightening upon her knees. She gave Ethan a
naughty look as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts.
"I guess it's not exactly fair that you're completely naked and I still have
everything on."  
  
Ethan's heart palpitated at Gina's words, and he kept his eyes fixed upon her
as the girl stood beside him. She bent over as she slid the shorts down and
stepped out of them, then straightened. For a moment, she stood quietly, as if
awaiting the full assessment of his gaze.  
  
Now nude from just above her navel to her feet encased in ankle socks and
sneakers, Gina was a delicious, erotic sight. The filtered sunlight painted
her tanned body a light golden tone, with obvious tan lines showing that she
wore a rather small bikini when laying out. He realized Gina had a habit of
shaving her pubic hair, for there were no pimples or ingrown hairs upon the
mound above her sex, but it had been a couple of days since she had done so; a
light shadow of stubble was visible, but not at all unattractive.  
  
Perhaps the most erotic aspect of Gina's pussy was the fact that her labia
were not tightly pursed together, as Ethan had seen on other women. In fact,
even standing, her inner lips protruded slightly, thick, fleshy and lightly
pink. The shroud of her clitoris was visible as well, only barely hiding the
swelling pebble beneath.  
  
Ethan realized he had been holding his breath, and now let it out, letting his
attention drift back to the teenager's face. "God, you're sexy," he breathed.  
  
A sudden large cawing startled them both, and they looked to the raven perched
upon its rock in the stream. It hopped up and down, as if dancing. Ethan
laughed. "She thinks so, too."  
  
Gina giggled. "Friend of yours?" she asked.  
  
Ethan shrugged. "It's always here when I am," he said, then returned to his
perusal of Gina's unabashedly revealed genitals. The young woman moved until
she stood before him, straddling his outstretched legs.  
  
Gina gave Ethan an intent look. "I can trust you, right?" she asked.  
  
He nodded humbly. "I won't make you do anything."  
  
"Or stop me?" she asked coquettishly, shifting closer on her feet. Her legs
spread wider and wider, exposing her pussy completely. Then she eased down
until her spread thighs framed his legs just above the knees. He bent his
legs, giving her a more secure perch, and Gina smiled, supporting herself with
her left hand on Ethan's right knee as she faced him. Her other hand descended
to her moist, glistening pussy. As she stroked the lips with her fingers, they
swelled and parted.  
  
He started to speak, found he had no voice, then cleared his throat. "I
couldn't stop you if I tried," he croaked. He pumped his fist up and down his
cock more urgently now. It did not escape his attention that all he would have
to do is push his cock out and down, and it would brush the silky lips of
Gina's pussy. The tease was infinitely stimulating.  
  
For what seemed an endless array of minutes, Ethan and Gina masturbated for
each other in the hazy sunlight. Excitement and humidity combined to make
their skin eke trickles of erotic sweat. Gina rolled her hips forward and
back, breathing becoming more and more shallow. She rubbed her clitoris in
slow, firm circles, now and then pushing a finger within her slippery tunnel.
The forest around them was just quiet enough that Ethan could make out the wet
sucking sounds of her pussy around her finger.  
  
So engrossed in the sight of Gina's sultry display, Ethan all but forgot about
his own needs. He stroked his cock slowly, but only as a matter of course. He
was enamored with this young vixen, this fantasy-cum-reality. He could not
have imagined a more erotic experience.  
  
Then she took the game to the next level. "Ethan," she whispered, taking her
hand from her sex. She stared into his face as she sucked her finger, tasting
her own tangy essence.  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"I wanna touch it."  
  
His cock throbbed. He grinned foolishly. "Okay," was all he was able to utter.  
  
With a girlish grin, Gina slipped back, then got onto her knees before Ethan
as he parted his legs widely. He took his hand from his cock, which fell
forward, stiff and anxious and pointed at her face. Gina breathed it, excited
and nervous at the same time. Her hands smoothed up along Ethan's thighs
toward his groin.  
  
"So, um," she began, then blushed with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. The
sultry vixen had become the bashful schoolgirl. "How do I do it?"  
  
Ethan held out a hand in invitation, then directed the one given him toward
his cock. "Just wrap your hand around it," he directed, tensing slightly in
erotic bliss as Gina's fingers curled around his shaft. He helped her adjust
her grip. "Like that. Not too close to the head. Yeah, like that."  
  
"Like this?" Gina asked, experimentally stroking up and down. She grinned
widely, mouth hanging open as she slowly pumped up and down. She marveled at
the feel of the almost liquid foreskin gliding up and down the rigid tube of
flesh beneath.  
  
Ethan sighed, taking his hand away to place upon the rock behind him. "Oh,
God, just like that," he groaned.  

Utterly stupefied by what she saw and felt, Gina stroked Ethan's cock with
careful enthusiasm. She loved the feel, the weight, the texture of it. Even
his musky scent turned her on. Her other hand joined in, and she was soon
pumping up and down with a two-handed grip.  
  
Ethan squirmed. "You've done this before," he observed, eyes heavy, jaw slack.  
  
Gina shook her head, attention riveted to the stiff penis she stroked. "First
time doing this," she whispered heatedly. "Does it feel good?"  
  
He laughed. "You have no idea."  
  
Gina grinned, then let her eyes dart up to his face. "Feels that good, huh?"  
  
He could only nod.  
  
She grinned, slowed her strokes. "Then I wonder how good this'll feel," she
said, leaning in, keeping her eyes on Ethan's, as she slipped out her tongue
and licked slowly, seductively, around the straining head of his cock. She
tasted the clear, sticky fluid that had seeped from his slit, and decided the
flavor wasn't at all bad.  
  
"Oh, God," Ethan groaned, almost falling back. But he did not want to miss a
moment of whatever may transpire next.  
  
Gina grinned wickedly, swirling her tongue all around the head of Ethan's
cock, masturbating him toward her mouth. She puckered her pink lips and rubbed
the head against it, even sucked it into her mouth now and then. Ethan bucked
when she did that, involuntarily trying to push more of his dick into her
mouth.  
  
But Gina kept up the tease, giving him just a little here and there. She had
already decided what she was going to do for him, and wanted it to be a
surprise.  
  
Her hands pumped up and down steadily, squeezing and kneading. She was good at
reading Ethan's expression for cues, adeptly discovering what worked for him
and what didn't. She kept one of her thumbs massaging just beneath the head of
his cock at all times, while the rest of her fingers caressed and massaged
firmly. She quickly realized that no matter how firmly she squeezed the shaft,
it was never too much.  
  
Finally, his body began to tense. His breathing became ragged. He gave Gina a
pleading look. "Gina!" he grunted, punching his hips up off the rock.  
  
"Yeah?" she responded heatedly, face glowing.  
  
"Gonna . . . I-I'm gonna . . . oh, fuck!" He suddenly spasmed, every muscle in
his body contracting. He nearly doubled over as his cock flared and stiffened
and throbbed in Gina's hands. And just at the peak of his orgasm, as he was
about to erupt, he watched as the girl cupped her mouth over the head of his
glistening penis, the tip of her tongue barely touching it.  
  
He growled like a feral beast as he came. The first thick salvo of milky fluid
burst from the tip of his cock to disappear inside Gina's mouth. She flinched
slightly, brow furrowing, and reflexively closed her lips. Subsequent spurts
of thick semen splashed against her lips, her chin, across her cheeks.  
  
Gina giggled and gasped, pumping up and down to get it all out. More of the
bittersweet fluid shot into her mouth; the rest flowed down over her fingers
as she continued stroking and milking Ethan's cock. Her lover squirmed, face
contorted as if in pain. He jerked this way and that, tossing his head about.
He finally had to slap a hand over hers to stop the torture.  
  
"Oh, shit . . . ." he mumbled, falling back. His head smacked against the damp
ground behind him. He heaved several deep breaths, as if he had just swum to
the surface of the ocean from some impossible depth.  
  
Gina grinned at her accomplishment. Gingerly, she took her hands from Ethan's
slowly-softening penis, looking at the gooey tendrils of fluid stretched
between her fingers. The flavor and aroma of his cum filled her senses. She
had swallowed some of it, and considered the aftertaste. It wasn't bad, she
decided. She licked and sucked her lips, then eased back into the stream to
wash off her hands and face.  
  
Languidly, Ethan managed to sit up. He both looked and felt drunk. He grinned
crookedly upon Gina as she wiped away streaks and smears of white fluid from
her face. "Th-that, uh . . ." he began, struggling to compose his thoughts.  
  
She looked up, smiling proudly. "You okay?"  
  
He laughed. "Best, uh, orgasm I, uh, ever fucking had," he declared.  
  
Gina beamed. "Seriously?"  
  
He rolled forward, elbows upon his knees. Clarity seemed to return - somewhat
- as the blood rushed down from his head. He gave Gina a supremely impressed
look. "You're amazing."  
  
She passed a hand down over her face, wiping the water away, then came up
between his legs, beneath his face. "Guess you could say I was inspired," she
whispered sexily, craning her neck as she offered her lips.  
  
They kissed softly, then with more and more passion. Now it was Gina's turn to
whimper.  
  
"Your turn," Ethan whispered meaningfully.  
  
The brunette's only response was a hopeful look as she nibbled her lip.  
  
He pushed back off the rock and pulled her with him, then turned the sexy girl
about and eased her down. She responded willingly to all of his voiceless
directions, and was soon laying back, hands planted on the ground behind the
rock to steady herself, lean legs lifted and spread wide. Her flushed and
ready pussy was totally and uncompromisingly displayed to Ethan in all its
glory.  
  
He ran his hands back and forth along her inner thighs, admiring the way
Gina's pussy splayed open for him like a blossoming orchid. He planted soft,
teasing kisses upon her slippery lips, gaining a taste of her fresh, ripe
essence.  
  
His eyes wandered to hers, as his mouth was poised over Gina's sex.
"Beautiful," he whispered, before covering her pussy with his mouth and
licking deep between her sleek inner folds.  
  
Gina gasped and trembled with passion, tossing her head back even as she
pushed her hips out, grinding against Ethan's mouth. He sucked, licked, and
lapped, moaning at the flavor of her, the feel of her fleshy lips gliding
around his tongue. He laved from her tight pink anus to the top of her hooded
clit over and over again, all the while feeling the trembling rumbles of
orgasmic need as they coursed through Gina's thighs.  
  
His tongue dipped into the well of her pussy, finding a thick, sweet, musky
essence, and he pushed in as deep as his tongue could go. Gina gasped and
squirmed, pushing back against him. He could just feel the contractions of her
inner muscles around the tip of his tongue.  
  
But then he would slip up suddenly and fasten his lips around her clitoris,
sucking it deeply, using his tongue to push the hood back to get to the
sensitive pearl. Gina cried out in passion when he did that, bucking and
clamoring and begging for release.  
  
Release finally came. Unlike Ethan, Gina found no voice to tell her lover she
was about to climax, not that she needed to. She ripped her hands from the
ground behind her and slapped them to the back of Ethan's head. Her legs
kicked and trembled in the air. Her face became a mask of contorted bliss when
she came. Ethan moaned and held on, sucking fiercely upon Gina's clit, letting
her grind against his mouth all throughout the seemingly endless throes of her
orgasm.  
  
She clutched him close, panting feverishly, until the tumultuous tides of
pleasure ebbed away. She slid down off the rock, wrapping her arms around
Ethan, seeking his mouth with her own. They kissed torridly, affectionately.
She tasted her own flavor upon his lips and tongue.  
  
Passion ebbed, replaced by primordial closeness neither of them had ever
experienced before. They held one another close, as the lazy, trickling stream
bubbled.  
  
Gina finally pulled back with the most incredibly satisfied smile she had ever
worn, and gazed upon Ethan's equally halcyon face. They breathed in and out,
stroking, touching, petting, sharing kisses and meaningful looks for which no
words would ever do justice.  
  
Finally, Ethan spoke. "Wanna come up to my tent?" he asked.  
  
She nodded with a broad smile. "Wanna make love to me?" she asked in kind.  
  
He matched her grin. "Oh, God, yes," he replied.  
  
They uncurled themselves, then washed up quickly in the trickling waters of
the stream. Gina sought out her shorts, and, out of habit, dug out the slim
smart phone still tucked in one of the pockets. She frowned as she looked at
the screen, before an expression of true alarm crossed her face.  
  
"Oh, shit."  
  
"What?" asked Ethan.  
  
Gina tapped on the screen, consternation becoming more and more evident with
each passing moment. "My mom's looking for me," she warbled. "They came back
from their hike and I wasn't there."  
  
Ethan stared at her, feeling his shoulders slump. "You gotta go back," he said
dejectedly.  
  
"No shit," she sputtered. "'Cause if they find me like this, I'm seriously
toast." Her fingers danced across the phone's screen. Finally, she looked up,
giving her lover a profoundly apologetic look.  
  
"It's okay," he said, averting his eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go,
right?"  
  
She slapped the phone against her thigh. "I'll come back," she said. "I mean
it."  
  
Ethan nodded, but he was obviously not putting much stock in his lover's
words.  
  
But Gina suddenly pressed herself to him, staring fiercely into his eyes. "I
mean it," she repeated.  
  
He settled his hands to her shoulders. "I hope so," Ethan said softly.  
  
* * * *  
  
The fierce dichotomy of the situation all but ripped him apart as Ethan
trudged his way back to the clearing. On the one hand was the thought that
what he had enjoyed with Gina was simply a prelude to something even more
amazing, more satisfying, and perhaps - perhaps - more real than anything he
had ever known with a woman before.  
  
And then there was the cynical devil on his shoulder telling him Gina had
gotten what she wanted, had her fun, and was never going to come back. She
played you, bro, and all that.  
  
He returned to his lonely clearing with a mix of emotions. He wasn't sure what
to believe, or expect. He tried to tell himself that what he had experienced
with Gina had been on the order of mind-boggling, and he should just be glad
for that.  
  
Yeah . . . be glad for that.  
  
He tended the fire, foraged for more wood, fixed himself a bacon sandwich. He
listened to some music on his phone as he lay back in the tent and drifted
off. Despite any cynical misgivings, Ethan could not help but fantasize about
his delectable lover and what he might enjoy with her if and when they may
next meet.  
  
If . . . .  
  
* * * *  
  
As the night fell, Ethan felt even more dejected than he had when he and Gina
had parted. Consigning himself to the apparent fact that he had, yet again,
been played for a fool, he busied himself with the mundanities of camping. He
gathered more wood, took a nap, watched a movie he had saved to his tablet. By
the time the shadows became more prevalent than the light, Ethan anticipated
another night alone with his fantasies and memories.  
  
Then came the flutter of wings, and the raven appeared once again, settling
itself upon life-scarred talons on one of the three ancient rocks framing the
clearing. It cawed a few times, as if it was just as perturbed as Ethan.  
  
"Yeah, I know," he grumbled, sitting before the fire, stirring the contents of
a stripped metal can that sat upon a metal grill placed over the licking
flames. "I don't think she's coming back."  
  
The raven cawed again, head twitching back and forth.  
  
Ethan shrugged with a heavy sigh. "I wish I knew what I did wrong," he said as
if in answer to the bird's cry. "Looked like everything was going hunky-dory.
Then, all of a sudden, she was gone."  
  
The bird fidgeted, fanning its wings, shifting back and forth. One of its eyes
trained on Ethan.  
  
He gave a mirthless smile. "Guess it's just you and me again," he said. He
took the wooden spoon from the tin can, tasted its contents, then looked back
to the raven. "Want some chili?"  
  
The bird shook its head rapidly.  
  
He shrugged. "All the more for me, then."  
  
"Is there enough for me?"  
  
Ethan snapped his head around, finding the source of the soft, feminine voice.
She stood at the edge of the clearing, upon the narrow little path that led
down to the ravine. She wore the same top, but had changed her shorts, Ethan
noticed.  
  
A slow smile stretched his lips. He was guarded. "It's just chili from a can,"
he said. He lifted up a small box. "And crackers."  
  
Gina stepped closer. Her body glowed with a pale radiance beneath the moon
above. Her eyes were fixated upon Ethan. "Sounds good to me," she said softly,
venturing closer.  
  
He reached for the can, taking it up by the edge with the tips of his thumb
and forefinger. "How'd you find me?"  
  
She smirked. "Actually, I found you last night," Gina revealed. "Came up here
and saw you all laid out and naked and . . . ." she trailed off with a wistful
sigh.  
  
He shot her a look. "Last night?"  
  
She nodded. "Yeah," she said, venturing even closer, until she was but a few
paces away. Her eyes grew heavy with lust as she gazed up and down Ethan's
body. "You were sleeping. You looked so . . . perfect."  
  
He managed a smile. "Funny. That's what I think when I look at you."  
  
Gina stopped, brow furrowing. "Are we crazy?"  
  
Ethan frowned in response. "What do you mean?"  
  
"I mean . . . here I am, just about friggin' desperate to throw myself at you,
and I don't really even know you!"  
  
He smiled ruefully. "Good point," he said. "So, what do you want to know about
me?"  
  
Gina looked even more confused and perturbed. "That's just it," she said. "I
don't wanna know more about you. I mean, not right now. I just wanna fuck
you!"  
  
Ethan laughed, rolling back from the fire. He felt flippant. "Well, I wanna
fuck you, too," he shot back. "So where's that leave us?"  
  
Gina's features smoldered. Her bottom lip pouted. She stepped closer to Ethan,
stopping but a few steps away before dropping to her knees. "I've been tasting
you all day," she said, her voice a hoarse, breathy whisper. "When I got back,
they had a grill going. Making hot dogs. I had one. But all I could taste was
you."  
  
Ethan met her eyes. "I keep thinking about the way you looked when I made you
. . . you know," he said.  
  
Gina's cheeks colored and she smiled with remembrance. "That was . . . oh my
God, it was incredible."  
  
Ethan stared. "I want you."  
  
She swooned. "I want you, too."  
  
He pushed himself up and approached her, reaching out to take Gina's face in
his hands. He stared intently into her eyes. "No matter what?"  
  
She swallowed thickly, but nodded. "No matter what," she whispered.  
  
They kissed, tenderly at first, then with more and more heat. Hands fumbled as
Gina's clothes were removed. The young woman blushed and sighed as her naked
body was revealed to the humid night air, then again as Ethan's lips danced
across her skin.  
  
He made his way down her body as she trembled against him, holding onto his
head for support. She raised one of her legs readily, giving him access to the
succulent pink petals of her sex. She gasped in passion when his tongue passed
across them.  
  
"Come here," he said abruptly, getting to his feet and tugging on her hands.
Gina followed him numbly to the bedroll on the other side of the fire,
watching his face. She had never been so enamored of a man before, so
desperate to feel his touch. What she felt for Ethan was something new,
something overpowering. Passion gave her no choice but to give in to him.  
  
Amid more kisses and caresses, they wound up with Gina settled atop Ethan's
body, her thighs spread over his face, her hands and lips and tongue
pleasuring his stiff and eager cock. She murmured around his shaft as it
filled her mouth, squirming at the feel of his tongue slipping between her
sleek pussy lips as far as it could reach.  
  
But even as Ethan worked her toward orgasm, Gina couldn't put off the
incessant longing within her. Sucking her mouth from his cock, she suddenly
crawled forward, lifting herself in a squat over his body. Ethan knew
instantly what she wanted, and supported her with his hands upon her firm
round cheeks. Gina reached down between her splayed-open thighs to position
his stiff, slick cock against the opening of her pussy, and slowly, languidly,
pushed down.  
  
"Oh-h-h, fuck that feels good . . . ."  
  
Ethan could only grunt something similar as he pushed up with his hips. The
liquid heat of her body soaked through his cock to light up every nerve he
had. Her pussy sucked him like a mouth, pulling and massaging, but with vastly
more sensation. Ethan could have stayed within her all day.  
  
She finally began moving, leaning back with hands upon Ethan's chest, gliding
up and down his cock. She panted in bliss, grinning to the dark night sky
overhead. A slight breeze inexplicably poured over them, cooling their skin if
only just a little.  
  
God, this feels incredible. I can't believe how perfect this is . . . Her face
contorted as a rush began to spike through her. I can't believe I'm gonna come
already!  
  
Ethan was amazed as Gina suddenly trembled and whimpered in orgasm, her pussy
clenching and squeezing tight the cock inside her. She fell back against him,
heaving and giggling. Ethan wrapped his arms around her, still inside her, and
rolled them over until he was atop her. He could barely hear her voice.  
  
". . . don't stop . . . ."  
  
Ethan kissed the back of her sweaty neck, bracing his hands upon the ground
beside Gina's shoulders. Her straddled her thighs, keeping her legs locked
together. She eagerly pushed her hips up, giving him better access. In the
light of the fire, he could just make out the fleshy lips of her pussy wrapped
around his cock, the tight pink anus above.  
  
Inspired by the sight, he thrust into her again and again, reveling in their
animalistic coupling. Gina huffed and groaned with each deep thrust he made,
and pushed back as if that would somehow give her even more of him. At times,
he went so deep as to mash his cock against her cervix, but even that pain was
pleasurable. She had never felt anything so deep.  
  
They tumbled from the bedroll and across the dirty, leaf-covered ground. Gina
propped herself upon her hands and knees, ignoring the pain of sharp twigs and
small rocks that bit into her skin.  
  
She came and came again, each orgasm stronger than the one which preceded it,
each one empowering her even more. They both seemed fueled as their lovemaking
continued.  
  
At last, with Gina astride him, Ethan laying upon the dirty ground, hands
groping her breasts as they shared deep, intimate looks, he felt the stirring
of a powerful orgasm.  
  
He did not have to tell her; she could see it in his face, feel it in his
movements. She rode him harder and harder, coaxing out his climax. When
finally he arched his back and growled in release, cock burning and flooding
her womb, Gina shared his ecstasy as well.  
  
With a great sigh, she collapsed atop him. Ethan barely had the strength to
hold her close. The world around them was blurry and dark; their senses were
as dulled as their muscles.  
  
After many long minutes, in which what little strength they had left was
devoted to soft kisses and shared grins of satisfaction, Ethan found enough
energy to speak.  
  
"I'm glad you came back," he said.  
  
Gina smiled, strands of sweaty hair framing her face. Her features glowed in
the light of the campfire. "Can I stay?"  
  
He smiled. "As long as you want," he said earnestly, then kissed her once
more.  
  
Several feet away, the black raven stood upon its stone, watching them. Had it
features to read, and had Ethan and Gina bothered to look, they may have seen
a smile.




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