I'm a pretty typical guy.
I love the outdoors but live on the eastern seaboard, so the outdoors I can get to you might not recognize as outdoors. Even so, I grew up in a small town on a non-working farm, so camping, hiking, horseback riding, pig-slopping, cow-tipping; these were all in my youth. I've never had the time to take off for a summer and have fun with nature. Well, now I have the time. I just got laid off and since I got a nice package based on my years I could finally take that summer. Pacific Crest Trail here I come!
I'd been on the trail for a few weeks, southbound because I enjoy trees more than desert. If you've ever hiked you know you spend more time alone than with others. So when I rounded a turn on the trail and saw a vision I stopped dead in my tracks. She was sitting on a blanket snacking on some GORP, her pack leaning on a rock. She was medium height, perhaps 120 pounds with an athletic build. She had light brown hair and piercing dark eyes. Her complexion was dark, like she was half Indian or something. She looked like an Indian Princess just stepped out of a historical romance novel.
I approached her and asked if I could rest my legs and share her blanket.
Getting a nod, I sat and opened my stash of candy bars and offered one to the exotic beauty sitting beside me. She accepted it with a smile and said "Thanks! My name's Carla."
I introduced myself and we talked about trail conditions and recent weather. Really exciting stuff, right? But every time I looked at her she looked better. She turned to get something from her pack and I caught a glimpse or her right breast through the collar of her tank top. She turned back and caught me.
I muttered "Busted" with a wry smile to put a little humor in the situation, but she frowned and said she should be on her way.
I held her pack for her and she slipped it onto her shoulders. The breeze shifted and I caught her scent, which immediately caused me to harden. Carla noticed my growing erection and turned away to leave.
I knew I should leave well enough alone, but by now I wasn't thinking too clearly. I reached out and held her pack with my hand. She turned back and started to shout at me to leave her alone.
I pushed her back and the weight of her pack pulled her down. I lay on top of her and held her arms down.
It was starting to percolate through my brain that this hadn't been well thought out, but it was too late to stop now - she would run straight for the nearest ranger and I would head straight for jail. So if I was going to do the time, I might as well do the crime...
I ripped her tank top off and stared at her petite breasts tipped with delicate brown nipples. I bent and bit them one at a time, tasting them and feeling them harden. Carla was swearing now and still batting at my head. I smacked her and she quieted down.
After eating my GORP and candy bar, I reach into my pack for a bottle of water to wash them down. You never get tired of "Good Old Raisins and Peanuts" when you're on the trail long enough. I turn back in time to see the stranger starring at my breasts. I realize how truly alone we are out here, and I become uncomfortable. I try to excuse myself, so I can continue down the path, but suddenly find myself on the ground. Before I realized what was happening the man was on top of me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?? Get off of me!" I scream, as he shifts his weight, pinning my legs underneath him.
The man smiles down at me, starring at me. I try to claw his eyes, but he grabs my hands, and holds them down above me. I realize that he is much stronger than I am. Suddenly, he rips open my tank top, practically drooling over my breasts. I thrash around underneath him, trying to break free, as he bends down and kisses my breasts. I scream loudly when he bites down into each of them.
"Oh god, please, please don't do this!" He is too strong for me, and I know that no one is around to hear my screams for help. I felt his fist bash against my head and I was stunned. I lay still, trying to regain my senses, and my strength. The crazed look in his eyes tells me that he has no intention of stopping. I shake my head no, as he runs his hands up and down my slender legs. His tongue traces slowly around my nipples, and I can feel the bulge in his pants.
"Please, please let me go. Please don't hurt me" I beg. Terror begins to take over my body. I wonder if he would stop if he knew that I am a virgin, or would that only encourage him?
I feel him tugging on my shorts, trying to pull them off as he slides his mouth down my across my stomach.
"No, Oh god, please, No!!" I plead...
The beauty had a terrified look now in her eyes, and perversely this turned me on more. I had wasted 8 precious ounces of pack weight on a pair of handcuffs, because I sometimes liked to fantasize about being bound and I thought they would be fun props jerking off in my tent at night They hadn't actually gotten any use yet, and they actually had a button to release them if you knew where to look, but I figured Carla wouldn't know that. I slipped the handcuffs over her wrists and hooked them to her pack, which was still holding her down.
My cock was hard now and I pressed the front of my pants hard against her so she could feel the bulge.
She stiffened and then began crying.
I pulled at her shorts and moved down her body, smelling her body and tasting parts of her as I moved. Her belly tensed as I ran my tongue lightly across it, into her belly button and continued lower.
I positioned myself so my torso held down her legs, and I lowered her white panties, finally exposing her pussy. I gazed in awe...
I thrash about wildly on the ground, trying desperately to throw him off.
"NO!!, Please stop! Please" I scream as his tongue continues lower across my stomach.
"You can't do this, Damn you! Get off of me!"
The man only laughs at my feeble attempts to get away. I feel his hands running up and down my thighs, pulling my shorts all the way down. I can feel his hot breath on my skin through the thin cotton panties I have on. I feel can feel the man's hard cock pressing into my leg through his clothes, and I begin to cry. The man grins wickedly as he pulls my panties down, "let's see how you taste, bitch" he says harshly. "Oh God, please don't" I beg "I'll do whatever you want, just please don't do that, please!!" All I can do is scream as he begins to lower his head to my pussy. He spread my lips and held his nose close to my slit and sniffed, like my cat would sniff my leg when I came home, teeth sort of bared. I swear I did not want this but even so I felt a surge of warmth flood my pussy. His nose came very close and I could actually feel the hairs on his skin wisping on mine.
I looked down at Carlas pussy. The hair was cropped close and shaped into a V pointing to her clit. I reflected that whoever she was grooming herself for was a lucky man. Well until now, anyway.
I spread her legs apart and examined my prisoner. Her lips were still together, just a hairline crack leading into the crevice of her ass. At the top her hooded clit stared at me, daring me. I spread her lips with the fingers of my left hand. I watched as the tender flesh began to separate. Tiny folds of skin would be stuck together with the natural moisture and suddenly split apart, revealing deeper depths below. I saw her vaginal sheath at the bottom of her slit, with just a hint of moisture inside.
I pulled back the hood covering her clit and placed a kiss on it. Carla tried to buck her hips away from my face but she could not get the leverage. I made an O with my lips around her clit, and sucked it into my mouth, and gave her a taste of what was to come. I chewed at her clit, not caring at the sudden screams. I only cared for the taste of the spread open pussy below me, the smell in my nostrils, and the texture of the saliva-wet folds of skin.
I dropped my head slightly and tongued her sweet hole, bringing tart bursts of moisture to my taste buds. I put a finger inside her and pressed deep. It seemed tighter than it should be. I wondered if she could be a virgin, but then why the carefully trimmed pussy? As beautiful as this girl was she had to be sleeping with someone. I laughed. She'd be sleeping with me in a few minutes.
I shouted at her, "Is that why you're fighting me? Are you a virgin? You're 25 years old. Do you get off on cock-teasing guys and then leaving them cold? You Bitch!"
I roughly pulled my shorts off and showed her the cock that would finally take her virginity. Her eyes riveted on it. My cock is about 6 and a half inches long, and very fat. It is circumcised, with a dark fleshy ring just below the helmet, and a smooth white shaft below that. My balls are large, hanging in an ample sized wrinkled bag of skin. The hair around it is clipped very short and my cock and balls are hairless.
Carla was still staring at my cock; she started to cry again and pleaded with me not to do this. She could tell it was a losing game, my cock was hardening as she spoke.
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