Chapter 4

We spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing and talking. When I suggested that we could do it again, she declined quickly, saying that she was very sore, and thought she could use a warm bath. With no chance for a second go, I decided that we should just start hiking back to the resort. It was a good decision, because she was very sore. She had a lot of trouble just walking down the trail at first. After an hour or so, as we neared her cabin, I suggested that she should try to walk as natural as possible so that any one seeing us return would not be suspicious. This proved to be difficult for her, because she insisted that I must have left myself inside her by mistake.

She was waddling like a duck just before we came into view of the resort. I stopped her on the trail. "I know you said that you are sore, but you are walking with your rear end about a foot behind you. Unless you want to blow this whole thing for both of us, you must stand up straight and walk right, even if it is only for the five hundred feet to the cabin." I was very serious in my tone of voice.

She tried, but it was no use. She couldn't pull her bottom in under her. "Okay, I have a new idea." I set my back pack on the ground.

"Climb up, piggy back on me, and I will carry you in. We will tell them that you twisted your ankle."

Devorah tried hopping on, but could not get enough spring in her step to hop up, so I dropped to my knees and allowed her to walk over me and then bend forward. I held onto a nearby tree for stability and then stood up, carrying her. We must have looked pretty silly walking back into the recreation area with her piggy back on my back, but it was our only choice. Naturally her parents had already returned from their ride and were waiting for us. Once she slid down, I explained to her mother that Devorah had twisted her ankle by stepping on a log on the trail and after a few miles, I had determined it would just be easier on her if I carried her back. I recommended that she make good use of the whirlpool tub in their cabin, in the warmest water that she could tolerate.

Her father thanked me profusely for being a gentleman and assisting her safe return. For her part, Devorah did not say much, just thanked me and headed directly into the cabin. Somehow I don't think they would have been so delighted with me had they seen her walking with her butt sticking out behind her and her legs spread as wide as she could get them.

Because I had put off my Wednesday chores, Thursday was mowing day. I spent the entire morning on yard cleanup, following an overnight rain and windstorm that blew down every dead twig in the trees. By noon, the grass was dry enough to mow, and I didn't finish until almost three in the afternoon. I stopped by Devorah's cabin to see how she was feeling.

"Well, you don't look like you are so uncomfortable today," I said.

"I feel much better, thanks. I am not nearly so sore. My mother insisted on putting this silly elastic bandage on my ankle, and I couldn't tell her that it was really not my ankle that hurt. So, now I am hobbling around with this."

"Well, then, what are your thoughts about yesterday? Did you enjoy it? Do you regret it? What?"

"Joshua, if we had any privacy, I would throw you to the ground and strip you of all your clothes right here, and we would do it again for the rest of the day."

"So, I guess you enjoyed it too," I teased.

She slapped the back of my head playfully. "You KNOW I did. Was it as good for you?"

"You are every boy's dream. You are excitable. You are responsive. I can suck your entire tit into my mouth and play with it there. You have more pussy hair than any two girls I know, and you cunt is so tight, I can barely get my cock into it."

Devorah blushed brightly. "A romantic you will never be, but I understand that you feel you need to use those words. Couldn't you think of a less crude and sweeter way to say the same thing?"

"Okay, how about this. You have an incredible body, you are unbelievably sexy and hot when you get turned on, and I would love to be able to fuck you again and again."

Devorah just laughed. "Boys are such hopeless cases. Maybe by tomorrow I will feel good enough to go for another hike." She paused, then added in a sultry voice, "That is ... if you're up to it."

I suggested that perhaps, if we went back into her cabin, I could rewind her ankle bandage for her. As soon as we were inside, I told her to push her shorts and panties down and sit on the chair. She was more than a little surprised, but she did as I asked, and I dropped to my knees in front of her. I immediately buried my face in her bush and threw her knees over my shoulders. My tongue was moving up and down her slit, and as I had suspected, she was wet from our little talk about fucking. I sucked her clit into my mouth roughly, clamping my lips on it firmly and jabbing at it with my tongue. She clasped my head in her hands and held me in place. As I tortured her clit, I could actually feel it swelling in my lips. Devorah was moaning, not quite loud enough to be heard outside. As she started to cum, I quickly pushed two fingers into her cunt and that extended my thumb into her slit, letting loose of her clit and then smashing it with my thumb. Her legs closed against my head in a headlock of unbelievable strength.

After calming down, she loosened her grip on my head. "Why didn't you warn me you were going to do that?"

"Because it was more fun to surprise you. Besides, why would you need to drop your shorts to fix your ankle?"

"Well, you should have warned me, anyway."

"All this shows exactly how hot a girl you really are. I guaranteed you that when we go hiking tomorrow, you will get fucked so good that you will never ever forget it."

"That sounds like a little bragging to me."

I reached out and pushed my fingers back into her cunt, and then rubbed her clit with my thumb again. She shivered, and her hips rolled forward.

"Bragging, huh?" and then I pulled my hand away.

"Ohhhh..." was all she could say before she realized what I had just done.

I kissed her and told her it was time for me to go.

Friday morning was another cloudy, rainy morning. Horseback riding was out so her parents opted to head to the "city" for some shopping. Devorah politely declined, saying she could find anything she needed when they returned home to Chicago and that she really didn't think there would be anything to interest her in this rural area. To her surprise, they allowed her to stay, and they headed off for the day.

I did what clean up chores that I could, given the rain. The outlook for a hike looked pretty grim, and I was trying to think of something as an alternative. I called my friend Ben to see if he had any ideas on how to resolve my dilemma. Not only did he have an idea, he had the solution. His parents had left that morning for the weekend, and he was about to head out to spend the day (and evening) with his girlfriend in the next town over. He said that the house would be empty until at least midnight, and that I was welcome to it, as long as we didn't break anything.

I told my dad that I was going to go into town with Devorah to spend the day with Ben, since it was raining and there was nothing that we could do here. He was fine with that, so I helped her to the truck and we headed off to Ben's house. Thirty minutes later we were in his bedroom, and she was naked on his bed.

"You're not too anxious, are you?" I teased.

"You owe me the real thing from yesterday." was her snappy reply.

"Hey, you came."

"But it wasn't the real thing, it was just a warm-up."

She reached out and grabbed my cock as I slid onto the bed. She was pulling it, not roughly, but aggressively anyway.

"I want this in me now!" It was a commanding voice.

Who cares about warm ups, I thought, and moved between her legs. She still had a firm grip on my cock and she rubbed the end against her pussy lips, and I knew that she was ready. She held it in position and thrust her hips up to capture it.

"Do it now," she said.

"Do what?" I teased.

"You know!"

"Say the word. I want to hear you say the word."

"Ohhhh you!" She was quiet then. "Fuck me!"

I pushed my cock into her until it hit bottom and withdrew and thrust in again quickly. The end of my cock was hitting her cervix with each thrust, and with each hit, she was wincing and grunting. I was riding high, rubbing her clit with every stroke, and she was mixing her grunts with sighs and then moans. I knew what was possible with her, although she had no idea.

Her passion was becoming uncontrolled. Her grunts were louder, her moans were even louder, and I could see her beginning to tighten up. With my next thrust, I pushed as hard as I could. My cock crashed into her cervix and continued through it, into her womb. The scream was unreal; I feared the neighbors would call the police. I held perfectly still, with at least two inches plus the head of my cock buried into her uterus.

She was surprised, terrified and in a fair amount of pain. And all of that disappeared when I made several minor strokes, keeping everything inside her cervix. The friction on the walls of her uterus were, according to what I had read on the Internet, supposed to simulate the maternal experiences a woman has during childbirth. Suddenly she was hugging me, pulling me tighter, and I was thrusting in and out of her uterus, and believe me, that feeling was phenomenal.

Going from a very tight cunt into a much tighter and smaller uterine opening, and then back out again, and repeating this for dozens of times was a feeling I had never experienced before. Devorah came twice before me, and when my load was ready, and I blasted it deep into her mommy tool, she came again and hugged me so tightly that I could not move, period. After a few minutes, I tried to roll off of her, but she would not have it until my cock actually shrunk out of her. She held me there, like I was in chains or something. Finally, she relaxed her hold and rolled onto my side.

"You just changed my entire opinion of this."

"I told you that I would fuck you in such a way that you would never forget it."

"Can you do that every time?"

"I doubt it, looking at how red the end of my cock is. I mean, your cunt is already the tightest that I have ever been in, and now this is probably ten times tighter. It really hurt to be in there."

After a break, we talked some more about what we had just done.

"You're right. It does feel completely different. I almost feel like we were trying to have a baby just then. I felt so happy that you were trying to make me a mother. I know that you weren't, but that's what I thought about when you did it."

"Well, doing that is sure hard on my buddy down there. He's almost rubbed raw."

She laughed. "I didn't know you could do that."

"Truthfully, I think the only reason I could is because you are so young, and so small there."

"Do you have any other surprises for me?"

"Well, I though about fucking you in your butt..."

"I really wish you wouldn't do that," she interrupted. "I would not find that emotionally pleasurable. I think it would make me ill."

"It's really pretty exciting for both people," I threw in.

"I 'm sorry, Joshua, but I think of all the Arab girls that do that, and how unclean it is, and I really don't want any part of that. Please... ???"