Chapter 4

“You’re naked,” I whispered.
“You are too,” she whispered back.
“I can’t find my shorts,” I complained.
“Go to sleep!” she hissed.
“But we’re naked,” I said, unnecessarily.
“Go - to - sleep!” she growled.
So I lay down on my bag, because it was too warm to get inside it.
She gave me maybe fifteen seconds before I found out it was all an act.? Suddenly, she rolled and landed half on top of me.
“Maybe just one little orgasm,” she murmured into my lips.? And then she kissed me.
And to get her one little orgasm, she crawled on top of me and settled those bulging, spongy pussy lips on the underside of the tube of steel that was sprouting from my groin.? She only moved a couple of inches at first, kissing me, her tongue fluttering in my mouth, as she rubbed her clit back and forth.
Even then I didn’t understand that there had been a paradigm shift in her thinking. We had done this very thing before.? Not often, because whenever we did this, she invariably rubbed a little too far up, and then the tip of my cock tended to get caught in her opening.? Plus, if I went off in this position, that put my sperm way too close to her vaginal canal.? So we hadn’t employed this method of masturbating her all that often.
When I was in biology, the teacher told us about how if you put a frog, in a pan of water on the stove, and then turn up the temperature of the burner slowly, the frog can’t tell it’s getting hotter, or that there is any danger.? The frog will sit there, happy as can be, until it is cooked.
In this particular case, I was the frog, and that tent was the pot.? And Caitlin had gotten so horny during the raft trip, and the helicopter ride, that she decided she wasn’t going to wait until next year after all.? In other words, the heat in Caitlin had been turned ever higher by the day’s events, until, right now, she was at a boil.
And like the frog in the story ... I had no clue how hot things were.
It is here that the analogy loses its meaning, however, because about a minute and a half after she started rubbing her pussy along the underside of my shaft, and was panting and moaning as I reached up to twist and squeeze her nipples gently, she sat up straight, reached for my cock, rose on her knees, and then, as I watched, unbelieving in the soft orange glow of the Henderson’s campfire, she simply impaled herself, sitting down and freezing.
The groan that emitted from her throat was like nothing I’ve ever heard before.? It was a sound that contained pain, satisfaction, a little fright, and a big dose of relief.?
“Kat!” I gasped.
She came unfrozen and leaned forward again, replacing her hands on my chest, where they had been only seconds before.
Her hips gave an experimental little thrust ... forward and then back.
“Kat!” I hissed.
“Shhhhhh,” she admonished me.
The hips moved again, this time with more authority, and farther than before.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
“Oh no!” I groaned back.
“Be quiet or the Hendersons will hear you,” she whispered.
The Hendersons were the least of my concerns.? She was hot as a furnace, and tight as one of those Chinese finger cuffs.? And all that wiggling around was making the foreskin on my penis slide back and forth over the head.
She sat up again, ramrod stiff, and her hips did this little movement that was like she was trying to get a hula hoop going around her waist.? Her hands came up and cupped her breasts, lifting them until her fingers found her nipples and pinched them.? She kept the hula hoop going and groaned again.
“Ohhhh yessss.”
I felt the tip of my prick digging into something knobby and recognized it as her cervix, which was the exact place in the universe where the tip of my prick should not be, especially since I suddenly felt the urge to do something really awful ... which was fertilize my sister’s little girl.
And then it didn’t matter anymore that I should be pushing her off of me, because she had found the magic motion that brought her the first orgasm she’d ever had with a hot, stiff prick in her belly.? And she went ape shit, plain and simple.
I saw it happening.? Even more important I heard it start to happen.? I wasn’t the one who was going to alert the Hendersons that something untoward was going on in our tent.? She was, and I got this terrible feeling it was going to be like a tornado warning siren in our tent very soon if I didn’t do something.? She realized it too, because both of her hands came to slap over her mouth and, even in the dark, I could see the whites of her eyes as some unseen tiger grabbed her in its jaws and shook her.?
The whining/squealing/grunting/gasping/screaming noises overflowed her hands and, in a panic, I finally reached for her and pulled her down on top of me.? Her bag was right next to us, so I grabbed it and pulled it over her head, which was on my chest, because her body was still bent as her hips continued to thrust madly.? She was in the middle of the best orgasm of her life, and she wasn’t about to let it go.
In the end, what her fevered brain came up with was this.? She pushed up on me, grabbing her sleeping bag, and, balling it up against her face, screamed into it.
It almost worked.
Then Frank Henderson’s voice came over to us from his campsite.
“You okay over there?” he called.
Her hips still working, though more slowly now, Caitlin let the bag fall on top of my face.
“I stubbed my toe in the dark!” she complained loudly, as her pussy rippled around my cock. “It fucking hurts!”
“Caitlin!” I gasped.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, loudly.? Then she called out to the neighbors.? “I’m sorry I used a bad word, Mr. Henderson.”
He laughed.? “No problem.”
But I hadn’t gasped at her about her language.
I gasped because she had milked the cum out of my balls, and it was racing through my prick.
And as she apologized to the people next door...
My prick belched, and filled her belly with sperm.