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Living on the Lam on a Volcano

By: LaPatitMort



Cal had lived on the slope overlooking the small valley on the east side of Mount Spurr for four years. This year, he saw people for the first time. About mid valley, two young couples seemed to be partially settled. For the first year, Cal had lived in a cave about a hundred yards up the hill from his cabin. The cave had geo thermal vents, housed his survival supplies and generated his power. It was pure luck that he had purchased this large abandoned isolated track from Ormat years ago under his now defunct LLC; Ormat had decided it was not a sufficient geothermal source to develop for Anchorage. When his troubles exploded, he escaped Oregon. All his friends knew how he hated cold weather and told the FBI how he would be in Mexico somewhere.

Even with the newspapers all over the US carrying daily headlines of "CAP" this and "CAP" that, he was still able to convert most of his holdings into cash and gold and then transfer the rest to his son. He was set for life and soon would be even better off.

One rare, beautiful, very still early February morning, he rushed out to quiet his dogs. Sound would carry for miles. They had been disturbed by one of the two snowmobiles burning and exploding at the house in the valley. The other snowmobile, loaded and pulling a sled, sped away with a lone rider heading toward the apparent pass between Cal's hill and the next hill. Cal just shook his head and knew he had to go look for the driver. That "pass" was nothing but gullies filled with snow that would swallow up a snowmobile and rider.

Even with the temporary wonderful weather, this would not be a fun hike. The snow was deep and powdery; this would be a plodding trek in snowshoes pulling a light sled. No help from the dogs this time.

By mid afternoon, he had found the snowmobile buried nose down in a narrow gully. Tracks of a struggling man dragging a package led away. By seven, Cal found the man, exhausted, busted up some, almost frozen, clutching his treasure. There was nothing Cal could do for the fellow. He died during the night; the well wrapped bag was full of money - lots and lots of money. Millions to go with the millions in gold he had in his cave. Wealth was of little use in the wilderness.

About five a.m., Cal banged on the door of his abandoned valley neighbors. A frightened bespectacled man and two pretty women opened the door. The tallest of the women had bruises on her face, neck and arms. They were not expecting a stranger and were very leery.

"Your friend crashed and was killed trying to go the wrong way toward Anchorage."

They invited Cal in and had lots of questions, mostly about their friend's baggage.

"He managed to bury his machine many feet deep in a powder filled crack near the summit. He was struggling along through the deep snow when I found him. He died without even telling me his name. Come spring the authorities will find where I covered him with rocks. They will find his snowmobile, too. If you file a claim, I'm sure, the authorities will return all the stuff he took."

For a while the three pleaded with Cal to take them to where their friend had crashed but he kept saying "No." Finally, he added, "You have maybe two more days of good weather. There is nowhere near enough wood and supplies to keep you all alive through bad storms until spring. You had better work around the clock to gather wood and do some hunting."

The shocked looks were almost laughable. "We weren't planning on being here that long. We're not hunters or outdoorsmen."

"That is pretty obvious. However, you are going to be. Your snowmobile is toast, you are not equipped to walk out and you don't have time to do that anyway."

Cal gathered his gear and made ready to leave.

"You are not just going to leave us here are you?"

"I have responsibilities at my home too. You gather wood. After the next storm, I'll try to bring you some game." He touched the tall blonde's face. "What happened to you, Pretty One?"

The other girl spoke up, "Some goodbye punches from her boyfriend."

"You are such a pretty woman, too bad all of you couldn't stop the beating."

The first woman spoke up again, "My brother and I are city people, so is Anna, we were no match for Matt."

"You have no snowshoes, no vehicle and you are snowed in. Make your heated living space as small as possible and get ready for some bad weather. Next time, I'll try to get at least one of you to go out with me. I might be able to use a light sled and my dogs. If not, I'll bring my spare snowshoes."

"It's dark, how will you find your way."

"Sweet Thing, we even have GPS in Alaska."

From his several miles away, on most days, Cal could see his neighbors had a fire going. They would be hungry but warm.

The break between the storms was short and bitterly cold. Still, as promised, Cal brought a small doe, arriving about ten in the morning. His neighbors were glad to see him but at a loss as what to do with the dead deer.

Gail and Gary were sister and brother. Anna was the dead man's former girlfriend and seemed the most adventurous. Cal strung up the doe, handed Anna his knife and told her how to begin. Her face was as white as the snow and she looked like she was going to throw up.

"Do what you are told or starve when the weather gets bad again."

Cal worked them for the next fourteen hours. They were exhausted. When he got ready to leave again, Anna spoke up, "Can't you take us with you this time?"

"I can take one of you. Gary is the strongest, so he should stay to help with the wood, fire and heavy tasks."

Both Anna and Gail glanced back and forth at each other. The bearded man was very frightening. Cal pulled Anna to him and whispered, "Under this beard and all these clothes, I am a gentle, oral and attentive man. If you come with me, I will expect for us to keep each other warm."

Anna quickly shared what she had learned with Gail. Both decided to stay and take their chances.

The next storm track lasted eleven days. At the cabin in the valley, snow was over the door. One back window was half clear. About noon, Cal tapped on that window. Never had they been so happy to see anyone. He had a few rabbits, part of an elk and some smoked salmon. He had also shaved. When he stripped down to his tee shirt and pants in the very warm room, Anna and Gail were both surprised to see a handsome, two hundred-pound, six foot one, well muscled civilized looking man who did not smell like the game he brought in.

"I don't have much time. In the morning, I want to get an early start, there is another storm coming."

Anna jumped in, "Can I go back with you this time?"

"Same deal as before. Why the change?"

"If one of us had gone back with you last time, another could be going this time."

"You are starting to think like a person from Alaska, Pretty Lady. Survive first; take care of everything else later. We have about five miles to hike tomorrow. You can ride on the sled some but mostly you will be on snowshoes. Ever use them?"

"No."

"You are in for a real treat and will be more tired than anytime in your life."

Gail spoke up, "Anna, I would like to go too."

Gary chimed in, "Gail, you are my sister, I don't want you going up to keep the mountain man happy."

Cal was tired of the games and hypocrisy, "Gary, this mountain man is keeping you all alive. Don't you realize, up here, like Matt did, I can take what I want? If it gets real cold and you run low on wood, strip naked with your sister, wrap in a plastic tarp and everything else you can find and try to stay alive until I get back. Did those thoughts get your head out of your ass?"

Cal saw an old newspaper that told about a multi-million inside-job bank robbery. The missing bank president's picture was shown. It was of a smiling Gary.

Cal flung the paper at Gary, "And burn the money instead of freezing."

Silence hung heavy in the room. "I can see, I've worn my welcome out. I had better leave tonight, instead of the morning. Is anyone going with me?"

Anna scrambled to get her things together. Cal quizzed her about every layer she had on and had viewed most of her body by the time, he was satisfied that she was ready to go outside for a few hours. For the start of the trip back, Anna was very warm in the sled, holding the eighty pound dog that had been sleeping buried in the snow outside. Across the flat land and the lightly crusted snow, Cal easily pulled the sled. At the base of the hill, Anna learned to use snowshoes and the dog pulled the almost empty sled.

Anna quickly realized that his line to the hill was a ruse. As soon as they were in the trees, he turned them to the left and angled gently farther up the forested hillside. When finally they got to his cabin, she was surprised that it had electric lights and was warm inside. He settled her into one of the three bedrooms, brought her a late snack and then left her alone for the evening. This man was becoming more and more a mystery for her.

The next morning the below zero outside temperature did not rise. The winds began to pick up and there was no doubt that this was not going to be a storm; it would be a blizzard. Anna marveled how warm the floor stayed and wondered why there were windows only on the front of the house. Cal was happy to answer.

"The floor is thermally heated. Does it make you feel comfortable knowing we are on the side of a volcano? The house is built into the hillside with many feet of dirt on the sides and top and back. There is one extra door. Did you bring your swim suit?"

"Of course not."

"I'm going to drink wine in the hot tub and watch the storm. Want to join me?"

He stood just a few feet in front of her and began to strip. His muscles were long, defined and tough. His legs were strong; his chest hairy; his dick hung impressively and her eyes followed it as it swung while he folded his clothing and opened the short, thin door. Inside was a small room, the ceiling was glass, so were two sides and the snow and storm swirled through the trees. The tub was steaming, well vented and the water was 105 degrees. His wine was a cheap boxed White Zinfandel but he settled in the seat with the perfect view, content to enjoy life for the duration of the blizzard.

"Please join me."

His smile, his expression, his confidence, his voice, his shaved face all clicked in her mind. Five years ago his face was on every channel for months. Her discovery overwhelmed her judgment.

"You are CAR, Calvin Rogers, from the Portland trial."

"I won't divulge your secret, if you keep mine."

"Why are you hiding, you were a big hero."

"Lady, I was found guilty of seven counts of murder."

The story began to come back to her. Cal had been a very successful, wealthy developer and contractor. He had fallen in love with a stripper and saw her every Wednesday. She had a secret ex-con boyfriend who had her set up a robbery at the club where she worked. Her boss was a big drug distributor. The idea had been that her boyfriend would come in, rob the place, rape her on the pool table, so she would be in the clear, and split with his gang of six others, all masquerading as bikers. The problem occurred when love struck Cal went by and saw all the motorcycles. He pretended to be drunk, went in and then flipped out when he saw his lady being raped. His special forces training rushed back. In premeditation, he had brought in a jack handle from the back of his truck. He broke the neck of her boyfriend with it, took the boyfriend's pistol and killed the six men showing faked gang colors. He had taken a bullet and been cut with a knife during the fracas. The world was on his side but the jury found him guilty. The trial took months and he was out on bail, through most of one appeal. He used the time with the help of his son, to get everything ready to run. The world had almost forgotten him now. 

Anna left her panties on, removed her bra from under her t-shirt and slipped into the water with Cal. He had always marveled at the universal female magic trick of taking a bra off from under a shirt. 

"What happened to your stripper friend?"

"Don't know. I've never had a lot of luck with women. They see me as an easy mark to use and to pay their bills. Here is your wine, My Lady."

"Not really great, is it?"

"We're not in France. After two glasses it taste pretty good and gets better."

"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"I had not considered such a thing, but now that you mention it, it is a damn good idea."

They both laughed. For the next hour and a half, they learned about each other while sitting on the side of the tub every once in a while to cool off.

"Do me a favor, Anna."

"What's that?"

"Take off your top and panties, so I can see you."

She hesitated and her eyes flashed with fear.

"I'm not going to rape you or pressure you. It has been a long time, since I've seen a beautiful nude woman."

"What about what you said down at the other cabin?"

"I didn't know or care about you then. I was showing off and probably fantasizing about what could be. I'm not the type who could get much enjoyment out of having sex with someone who did not want to be with me also."

As Cal talked, he openly admired every inch of her. Anna felt like an art object. Slowly she removed her top. Her natural breasts were showing their thirty five years but Cal found them the most beautiful "C's" he had ever seen. Where her legs parted was only an inch out of the water when she wiggled out of her panties. It had been a couple of months since she had shaved. Her normally bald pussy had half inch long blonde hair slightly lighter than the reddish-blonde shoulder length she sported up top.

She expected him to say something but he reached past her and picked up her panties. He pressed the crotch to his mouth and sucked. His eyes closed for a few moments; she still stood naked in front of him. 

"You are beautiful. I can almost imagine how you would taste without all the spa chemicals."

She sunk down into the water to sit on the bench, not quite knowing how to respond. She was quiet for several minutes. So was he.

"Thank you for the compliment, Kind Sir."

"You are very welcomed, Fair Lady."

Anna laughed under her breath. In a high school play, she had played a damsel in distress to be rescued by a white knight. To break the silence she asked, "How old are you?"

"Forty-six; how about you?"

"Thirty-five."

"Kids? Married? Family? Axe murder conviction?"

Anna laughed, "No. You?"

"You read the stories. Nothing has changed. Still single and stupid."

"Why do you say "Stupid"?"

"Come here, I'll show you."

Very tentatively, Anna slid across the seat to be next to him. He turned to face her; his hands caressed the top of her neck and the edge of her jaw. He tilted her head and kissed her sweetly. She was about to respond when he pulled away, licked at her lips and said, "Open your mouth just slightly."

In the civilized world she would take offense at such an order, but she did as he requested.

His kiss was soft, beautiful and his tongue lapped gently at the inside of her lips. His next order was not up for discussion, "Suck."

His tongue waited and she sucked it gently at first, then harder and then she licked at it and sucked some more. His breath timed with her inhale and her lungs filled with his life. The sensation settled, sparkling between her legs and she sought to exhale, so he could live on her breath. His lungs pulled every wisp from her. For a second she felt hollow, drained but content that she had given everything to him.

"See? In only moments, your beauty, your body, your pheromones, your sex and the wonderful taste of your mouth have captured me. Now I want you and I want to please you more than you have ever been pleased. I felt that would happen, when I first met you. Now you see why I say I am "Stupid." There are certain women who take my mind away and leave me little more than the dumbest caveman."

Anna's body was struggling for control. Her mind was struggling not to reveal what her body felt. It was the same as Cal had revealed to her. Her pussy was wet and contracted with several of his words. His neck and hair were full of his maleness and she could not breathe. Some slight intelligence spilled from her mouth to save her.

"What did you mean weeks ago when you said you were very oral?"

"The taste of your lips has my mind spinning. If the taste of your pussy is what I think it is, my intelligence would drop to near zero and pleasing you and filling you would be the only important items in my life. Smarter men maintain perspective. Men who are not oral, reason out situations with their women. For me the taste of each progressive inch of your body would drive me into madness."

"You are exaggerating and teasing me."

"No I am not. I mean every word. Kiss me, have me kiss your body, feed me your juices and you will truly understand how to make me very stupid."

The break in the conversation was her chance to seem in control and above this silliness. "I need to cool off again. The water is very hot."

"Yes, it comes out of the ground even hotter. The long run in the pipes, cools it down and then I have a re-circling pump with a mixing valve that keeps it at 105. If you want, I'll lower it a couple of degrees for our next tub time."

She had hauled herself up on the edge again.

"Sit over here. I think you will be more comfortable. This stack of towels is on a bench so you can lean back if you want."

The edge of the tub was quite rough and the soft towels would be more comfortable on her skin than the Astroturf that was poking at a hundred places in her tender, desirable white ass.

As she relaxed, sipped her wine and watched the snow, she realized that her right foot was resting on Cal's thigh. Just curiosity pushed her foot higher and she was a little surprised to find an almost hard cock there to welcome her toes. At first she touched its base with her toes; then she slid them to the tip of his cock; it was longer than her foot. It was as wide as her heel and frightened her. Anna pulled her foot back and acted like she had not noticed.

The jets cycled off and Cal turned so he was kneeling between her legs. She started to close them but his interest was in kissing her lips again, so lightly this time that she yearned for more of his touch. Her body leaned farther back, taking her lips away but presenting her breasts. When he kissed around one and licked at her nipple, her hand came up to protect the other but then retreated to enjoy. They were on Alaska blizzard time. There was no hurry. There was no place to go. There would be hours and hours before there would be a break in the storm. Cal had not touched a woman in a while and had every intention of enjoying this beautiful one for a long time. Anna had several lovers but had never had her body worshiped before by lips and hands whose only intent was to please her. He moved her, positioned her and kissed every inch of her neck, shoulders, under her arms, her breasts and her belly. While he licked her belly button, his thumbs opened the lips of her pussy and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She was not surprised or frightened. She knew if she said "Stop," he would.

Anna's eyes were closed but she sensed that he had slipped lower and that all of his male senses were filling to the brink with the sight and smell of her. For a moment, she thought he had kissed her but then she wasn't sure. His lips captured one of the lips that protected her opening and sucked it, released it and then sucked the other. He did the same again but tugged slightly to open her and he inched a finger gently into her, curled it and pressed against a spot that she did not know she had. She wanted to tell him to go faster, be a little more firm and to use his tongue but she thought about the storm and wondered how long she could take his gentle slow tease.


Living on the Lam on a Volcano



He did not pull the hood away from her clit. Instead, he pushed from inside, raising a ridge above her clit and caressing it on the outside with his fingers, his lips and his tongue. The more he touched that hidden ridge, the more she knew it was part of her clit. Her body could not stay still and lifted on its own toward his mouth. Still he was slow and tender. How did he know that she made herself cum by rubbing this area? His way of being inside was so much better than the way she touched herself. 

She could have screamed when his finger came out of her sucking sheath. He licked away and sucked away her wetness. He enjoyed her and tasted her with gusto. Inside, she was getting hotter and wetter. Again, he invaded her but with more fingers. It was maddening pleasure, just on the edge of stretching pain. God, how many fingers? More than two. He licked and rubbed gently outside but the hand inside pressed again, stretching her. She wanted this. It almost hurt, yet she could feel her body opening and pulling him, demanding more. When she had his fingers, they curled, pressed and motioned inside, as if asking her to her to come to him. Outside, he suckled her clit gently and flicked at it, wanting it to come completely out from under its hood and play.

Something wonderful was happening to Anna but she did not want to think about it, fearing the feeling would go away. She cleared her mind and let her body stay on Alaska time and enjoy the howling blizzard. Her body was content to be served, content to not think, not challenge, not analyze what she should do. She felt something strange happening and did not stop it. Her mind began to fade and her body was taking over her thoughts, her spirit and her concerns. Cal was content and was doing exactly what he wanted to do.

Anna's juices flowed from her onto his hand and then onto her legs. As her mind drifted higher, her imagination became reality in her swirling senses. She could taste her wetness, feel her warmth, roll the sweet nectar on her tongue and play with the slippery texture. She knew why he licked at her and enjoyed sucking for droplets hiding inside her. She brought her feet up, so they rested on the side of the tub; spread her knees wide and pushed against his mouth as he lapped at her now gaping pussy; her body urging him on. 

She had not cum but her body was floating. It leveled off and she enjoyed being in the clouds. He changed something and she drifted higher above the clouds and enjoyed floating there, looking down at the world and her own body. Again and again, he took her higher but she did not cum. Now he began to thrust into her and pull his finger tips across her spongy spot. Her mind began to spin as if caught in swirling winds going higher and higher. His fingers helped lift her, each time her legs tightened to meet his lips. The flatness of his tongue raked across her now exposed clit. Her breaths were only shallow pants, the air was thin, this high above the clouds. Inside, Anna's muscles began to contract rhythmically. After every cycle, another muscle would join in gently but the others were already racing, contracting harder. Her womb began to open in the center and tighten on the sides at the same time. The pleasure flowed from her soul and expanded in the ever lighter air. Her body struggled for oxygen but still strove to fly higher. Only her feet and the back of her neck touched. Again she tried to fill her lungs with air but her contractions and pleasure were using it all. Her body was tender now and it was beginning to cum, but that knowledge only threw her higher into the spiral. She could feel her womb suck and her clit beg for more tender abuse. Suddenly, her lungs were full and pushing a slow moan from her body as every muscle contracted in pleasure. Her lungs wanted to fill again to scream but she quit breathing to feel only the beauty in her body. The next contraction was beyond beauty, beyond pain, beyond life. Her body opened and spewed its joy from deep inside. Cal was catching her joy and drinking it, possessing it. Her body was still lifted. Always before she was a subdued, quiet lover. Her legs, feet, belly and chest were trembling and she heard a scream. It was a scream of pure pleasure and very, very distant. It was dark, but not night, relaxation engulfed her, blackness wrapped around her to keep her warm and safe. She would sleep in the clouds for the first time and wait for a beautiful morning.

Some hours later, Anna's eyes opened and her ears listened. There was some light but the winds still howled. She was in a warm bed, covered and lying in the arms of a strong, warm naked man. There was no reason to think or scramble out of bed. This was Alaska time.

When she stirred again there was a face. The face was smoothly shaven. The scent was wonderful. There was lots of male skin covered with the dried juices that had flooded from her rounds and rounds of pleasure. He moved, lips kissed hers and a voice spoke to her, "Wake up beautiful. It is time for me to make you breakfast and for us to begin our day." She was going to complain but an urging hand snaked between her legs and a long finger invaded her body. Only one eye slitted open when the finger left her and she saw Cal suck her wetness away.

She was trying to remember the day and night. The shower helped to drive out the cobwebs. She only found a thick robe and matching shoes. That is what she wore to breakfast. She was starving and ate enough for three women. She was remembering how her body had flown. How her mind had watched her body cum and how there was too much pleasure to handle, so she surrendered into the enveloping peaceful blackness. Cal knew. He leaned down from standing behind her and said, "Close your eyes, Lovely One, and listen to my words. When your body gave up its beauty to me, it was the most lovely sight I have ever seen. Your taste cannot be described. I wanted to save some in my mouth and share it with you but at first your face was so contorted in pleasure, I was in awe of you. Then a wonderful smile was on your face and you were asleep. I was greedy; I swallowed all that your wonderful body had given me. Thank you for letting me watch you soar beyond the clouds and bringing back the nectar of the gods for me to drink."

Never had she felt so content, so fulfilled, so female and so appreciated. Cal knew about her trip and was truly happy for her. She wanted to know everything about this man but words did not seem adequate. She wanted to tell him how good it had been for her but she stayed quiet. She had no way to describe her completeness.

There was no reason to get dressed so they both stayed in their robes all day and padded around the warm floor in their bare feet as the winds whistled outside. The storm darkened the sky early. All day they talked, learned and grew more and more, fond of each other. She teased and watched his desire and lust grow all day. Cal's testosterone was showing in his eyes. Anna liked playing with the edgy threat that she felt from his body. He had not had satisfying releases like Anna. Their conversation took a strange turn.

Anna said again, "We did not realize how dangerous our decision was to "hide out" in Alaska. All of us are city people and are used to all the conveniences of civilization."

"Not just conveniences but safety, gentleness, values, acceptable behavior and compassion."

"I don't understand."

"Here you are not safe, except by your own devices and associations. Here there is no gentleness, no values, no compassion. You must survive by your wits and strength. One mistake and you freeze in the snow, like your old boyfriend."

"You can get robbed, raped and killed in the city."

"I'm not just talking about such criminal behavior, although there is less law up here."

Cal stood and pulled Anna to her feet. He embraced her, kissed her and hugged her. Deep in her thoughts, she understood that he was showing her that he was doing this because he had the power to, because he could and because she could not stop him. She felt the difference in power but still, she did not truly understand his point.

He turned her, clasped the back of her neck and pushed. Never had she felt such strength. Initially her body resisted but he pushed harder and she bent over the table. Her robe was flipped up. His foot kicked her legs to make them open wider. Her words were forming to object when she felt his rigid cock's head being rubbed up and down between her wet pussy lips. His fingers had stretched her but not like his helmet was doing. She knew, she should scream, object, cry rape but it felt too good. Cal thrust hard but only half of his slickened cock entered her. Anna braced for the harder thrust she knew was coming. She even timed it and pushed back. The hand on her neck was totally possessing her; holding her in place. There was no place for her to run, no help to come to her rescue, no way to survive without Cal's help, no sense in fighting back. She was dependent; she knew her place; she had to submit. She wanted to submit. Her mind had raced through all those thoughts but as the last inches of him slipped into her belly, her body began to add to the equation. He felt good in her; her body was already striving toward a climax like she had felt last night. Some ancient part of her brain liked being taken, accepted being dependent and knowing that it could not resist the male animal strength that wanted her.

Never had Anna cum from just intercourse but this time would be the first of many exceptions. Even before Cal's body began to race toward release, her cunt began to spasm and suck for his cum. Thoughts of being fertile flitted through her mind so quickly that they almost did not exist. Her head arched up against his grasping hand, her ass jutted back to give him a better angle and her eyes closed so they would not distract from the magnificent pleasure that was building in her. For these moments she was purely a female animal. Her mind did not race with values, modern accepted behavior or thoughts of right or wrong. Her body was primal and she loved the feeling. Never had she so totally surrendered and known that her body was doing what it was designed to do long before civilization. Never had she wanted to feel the man behind her thrust into her and take his pleasure in her body.

Through all the pleasure, Anna could hear Cal's labored breaths. She reached behind and grasped the cheek of his ass; it was damp with sweat from his exertion. She smiled for a second knowing it was her soft, yielding body, conquering his hard, demanding strength. Then the smile vanished as her face twisted, her belly cramped painfully, her toes curled into the floor and her entire body trembled in ripples that seemed to flow from every direction. Her cunt's muscles clamped down in a way she had never felt and through it all, she could feel his body fight and struggle for control. Control he wanted to use to please her, but control that she knew her body would take away from him.

Anna's first climax from just being fucked, raced through her and she was almost at the top of the second when Cal pulled out, slumped over her back and she felt his body give up its offering pumping rope after rope of his cum in between their tightly fitted bodies. Her mouth opened to voice objections of having his cock yanked from her, but the feeling of his panting, convulsing, almost satisfied body on her back stopped her words of complaint. For now, it felt too good to share in his pleasure and know that she had been good for him.

In a couple of minutes, Cal turned her again, sat down on an armless chair and pulled her into his lap. He smothered her with kisses and hugged her tenderly to thank her body for its gift to him. Anna sat, enjoyed and waited. Finally, she spoke, "Was that an example of the strength, survival, surrender and taking that is necessary to stay alive in remote Alaska."

His answer was slow in coming. She leaned back and saw a little boy's smile on his lips, "It started out to be a good example of those things and then you reminded me that there are even greater strengths."

Soon he moved Anna off his lap and then refilled their wine glasses. His words spoke volumes, "I would have stopped, if you had said anything. I did not want to rape you. I think your body enjoyed what we did but I was too far gone to ask or to be sure."

"I had a million conflicted thoughts, but I did not stop you because I did not want you to stop. You did not rape me. I came once and was ready to again. When you pulled out, I was disappointed."

"We have not talked about birth control. I wanted to come in you; it almost killed me to pull out. Your body is heaven."

"You probably would have made me pregnant this time of the month."

"Someday, I hope to have a family with a woman who wants to be with me and wants a family as much as I do."

The glasses of wine disappeared. Cal took her hand and guided her to the bed. Both curled up in each other's arms and were soon asleep.

About three a.m., Anna woke up and looked at the sleeping man beside her. He was a good man. Not the type, she had always dated. Not macho but strong, caring, intelligent, masculine and a willingly equal partner. Her pussy was tender from his lips, fingers and demanding cock; still she was idly stroking, his already semi-hard shaft. The more it grew, the more she was surprised that it had fit so comfortably inside her. She leaned down and kissed at the drop that glistened at the tiny lips. Her mind thought, "I will have to stretch my mouth to suck him off."

Anna was not really thinking when she put a leg across Cal's body and straddled his hips. She had to keep one foot on the bed to get enough height to hold him upright, guide the head between her lips and then start to lower her weight. Her eyes were closed feeling every millimeter slip deliciously, painfully slowly and stretching her until his cock's tip nudged against her cervix. She did not open her eyes but felt that she still had another inch of him to take in this position. Her fingers moved to her clit and began moving in slow sensuous circles as her hips began to thrust. After a couple of minutes the slow pace was driving her crazy; she wanted more; she wanted to take more and demand to cum and feel her control over him. She opened her eyes and saw that he was quietly watching her. This excited her. His implied consent, willingness to be used, willingness to give her control, drove her into an uncontrollable lust.

First, Anna leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his head and looked into his eyes as she raked her clit along his shaft until her eyes closed on their own. She did not want to climax yet. Again she sat up; molested her clit and slid her hips in long slow strokes, almost off him and then to capture her fingers between his pubic hairs and hers. Twice Cal heard her whimper as she struggled to slow or stop for a moment to regain control. The third time she struggled for control she almost failed, but he reached up and squeezed both her nipples sharply. Her eyes flew open. She had her control back, but she was filled with more lust, wanting to punish him for what he had just done and started the climb up again.

Her body was tiring, sweating, panting, struggling to go on to climax this time. Cal grasped her hips and provided the coordination to grind her cunt into the base of his cock. Her hands went to her own breasts and pulled hard torturing her nipples. Juices flowed from her, wetting his crotch, belly and thighs. More flowed on to soak the bed. Her eyes were just slits, only white showed. Her mouth was open, juices flowed out of the corner of her lips and her breasts heaved. Different from the times before, Anna's body went perfectly still for a couple of seconds and then pressed painfully down, thrust and twisted her clit against him. Three more such thrusts and she screamed and her nectar flowed from her like tap water. Her body was in full climatic spasms for half a minute and then started to collapse. He reached up to provide the support for her to stay up-right and continue grinding her hips. This time her sheath sucked hard and rippled up and down his cock. It felt like her cunt knew to twist around the sensitive ridge of his helmet. Cal had intended to pull out again but his hips arched off the bed, then his legs and back arched. Only his shoulders and heels touched the bed when he came.

Anna had never felt the squirt from a cock before in her womb. Cal's cock jerked, shot a stream into her, jerked again and shot again. She felt him continuing to dance in her belly but her own climax overtook all thoughts. Every muscle tightened, she could not inhale but it did not matter. In the deep recesses of her mind she knew she was going to pass out but that did not matter either. The pleasure continued until all went dark.

It would not have mattered to either of them, if death had come in those moments but it did not. Sometime in Anna's future, she awoke, not knowing how long she had been out. She was on her back. Cal was looking at her and stroking her face lovingly. His half-hard cock was still deep in her and felt so wonderful there. When he saw her eyes open, he bent down and kissed her more sweetly than she had ever been kissed. "Welcome back lover. I wish you could have seen how beautiful you have been sleeping under me for the last few minutes."

Neither said another word. Anna's eyes closed; she was sure she was asleep, when in a dream she heard him talking to her, "You are so beautiful. I have known you for such a short time, you would never believe this, but I know who I am and what I want and I am in love with you already. Soon you will break my heart and go back to your world. Maybe, I will be lucky for the first time in my life and we will have enough time together for you to at least know that I'm not crazy for falling for you so quickly and how much I truly love you."

For the next three days, Anna could not turn off her brain. It spun in a hundred circles from being a criminal unable to go home, to being broke unless they could find the money Matt had taken, to how she felt with Cal and to what she had heard him say. Several times they made love or were just playful but it was not wild and free. She was holding back. Anna knew that Cal felt it.

Finally, the weather broke and Cal went to get Gail and Gary. They were a few pounds lighter, dirty, frightened and glad to see him. As they prepared to leave they both lobbied to go look for the packages Matt was carrying.

"Was that the money all of you stole?"

At last, it all was out in the open, they both admitted that was the packages' contents.

"There are still another couple of months of possible bad weather. The money won't mean much, if you're dead. Even if you got it now, you still can't get out until the good weather comes. I promise to take you to the sight and then tell you how to get to Anchorage. In the mean time, I'll get you on the internet and you can try to determine who is looking for you and where."

"Are you going to turn us in and take the money for yourself?"

"No, but you will have to learn enough about me to believe that."

Cal knew that Gail and Anna had been friends since college. They even experimented with girl-on-girl sex. Consequently, he figured Anna would divulge his own dark past. He had not decided what all he would do to protect himself. For now, he was going through the motions of doing what he had promised and was still hoping that things might work out with Anna through some strange quirk of fate. Gail was a shy, socially awkward and unknown but Cal did not trust Gary at all.

A couple of weeks passed. Anna had her period right on schedule but Gail missed hers. She and Gary were not talking and Gail cried all the time. It was now necessary to take some risks. Only one person knew where Cal was, his son. They had worked out a way for Cal to contact him using a private chat room on a porn site using an encrypted code. Cal's brother, Roger, was a doctor in private practice in Atlanta so Cal's son arranged for him to fly to Alaska for an early fishing/hunting trip with all the necessary permits and tags. Cal had left a car at the airport for him to drive to a contact point.




Living on the Lam on a Volcano



The reunion was tear-filled and Roger kept saying how unhappy Cal's son was that he could not visit him yet. Roger was only told about the possible complexities of "Mabel's" pregnancy because her brother "Tim" was the father. He also did complete physicals on every one, sending the lab work off to a discrete lab. Every test came back fine. Cal bagged a bear for his brother. They got it tested and approved as a hunting trophy to be sent into the lower 48. His brother hated such things but Cal's son prized that skin as his father's kill for the rest of his life. "Mable" got better, Roger went home and a sort or routine settled in.

In early June, Cal agreed to take everyone to where he found Matt and the snow mobile. There was still plenty of snow in the high pass so they took Cal's old snow mobile, sled, dogs and equipment. The trip only took about five hours and sweet brother Gary was able to put one over on everyone. The haul from the bank had been in two packages. Cal did not know that and Matt had only been carrying one of the packages. When Gary found the forgotten package at the damaged snow mobile, he produced a small handgun, took the package and left his sister, Anna and Cal standing in the snow. He roared away on Cal's unregistered and untraceable second hand snow mobile. The stupid man did not ask enough questions. The fuel gage on the vehicle had not worked since Cal bought it. It was nearly empty. Cal always carried more fuel on the sled that Gary left behind. It took two days for Cal to get Anna and Gail back to his cabin because they erased the snow mobile's tracks and their own tracks the entire way. After all that effort it snowed.

About mid-July, the Anchorage news reported finding of a dismembered male, personal items and a bundle of money. A day or two later, the snow mobile was discovered, the body and money were identified and a full search of the area was begun. It was only a few days later that the second snow mobile was discovered. There was lots of speculation that Matt, Gail and Anna were all killed by Gary when the first snow mobile crashed. Some reporters thought Gary abandoned the others in the wilderness to be killed and scavenged by hungry animals. After a month of wild speculations and half the money being found, the case was closed by the overworked and overextended Alaskan police. The investigation site was isolated, difficult and manpower intensive. The last reported theory was that the fugitives held up for a few months somewhere and then took the wrong high pass when trying to discretely make it into Anchorage by snow mobile. Since the package Gary was carrying contained all four passports and identifications, that story seemed logical.

Somewhere, back in the dark recesses of his youth, Cal remembered the old men sitting on the porch of his Aunt's and Uncle's ancient farmhouse swapping stories and wisdom. One line was, "It never works to have two adult women living under the same roof." No matter how much he complimented Anna, came on to her, made love to her, she seemed to resent Cal and her own life. Roger sent a tape on birthing, antibiotics, birth control pills and anything else needed medically. Gail grew "more pregnant" and was a great help cooking and keeping the house. One evening, Anna and Cal had one of those "remember for your lifetime" sexual evenings. He was still glowing and proud of himself in the morning. She was rude and hateful. By the early afternoon, he asked her to take a walk.

"Anna, I have told you every way I know, that I love you and enjoy being with you. Secretly, I hoped you were pregnant after our first few times together. The more I try to get close to you, the more angry you get. I've had to admit that what I want, is not what you want. We have issues that will keep us out of the spotlights of the world all our lives. If we travel together, there is twice as much chance we will be found out. I don't know what else to say or offer you, except this: You know I was wealthy before all my troubles. If it is money and freedom you want, just promise not to out me and I will give you money and get you on your way to some far away, publicity poor location. I want you to be happy. I had hoped you would be happy with me, but every day, I see that is not your wish."

For an hour the tears flowed and slowly bits of information spilled out. Matt had been an exciting "bad boy" and Anna's dreams had been of partying all night, motorbikes, never ending new experiences and eternal youth. Cal was responsible, settled, years older and although Anna enjoyed their time together, she felt her life, youth and chances for fun were slipping away. Cal did a good job hiding the hurt and rejection he felt. History was repeating itself for him. Again he had picked the wrong girl. Gail knew it but kept her distance while Anna was in the picture.

Through his son, Cal had new ID and passport documents prepared for Anna. He established a bank account for her in Chicago with a $50,000 checking account, Visa card and a cool two million in a related savings account. It was early September, when he planned to present everything to her. They had made love the night before and Anna had slept soundly in his arms. Cal wondered if she would accept her life and grow to love him and be content. He loved her too much to push that on her. All night he watched her, dreamed of what could have been and thought of how he would present his gift.

Over breakfast, Anna was depressed again. It seemed every time she and Cal made love, she was depressed in the morning.

"Gail, I want you to hear this. Everything you hear this morning is available to you. Anna has been very unhappy and unfulfilled living here and being loved by me. Today, I am going to give her a present."

Anna cried, Gail cried and Cal was heart sick. Anna could pick where she wanted to go. As a child her nickname was "Dimples" and her mother's middle name was Carolyn. Her ID and passport read Carolyn Anna Dimples and she had a full packet of background to learn. Her hair would be dyed, she was much thinner than when her caper went down and her dress had been conservative while working. The new Ms. Dimples was more of a wild child with clothes to match. Anna could not have been happier. She was to fly somewhere in two weeks. Cal could not take it. In ten days, during the night when Anna dreamed of an exciting life, he left a note saying he was going hunting and would be back the day after her plane left.

Through the early and long winter, Cal and Gail settled in like an old married couple. There were times she took care of him with her hands and mouth. There were times he shaved her under her growing belly and kissed her to orgasm. The acts were mechanical but held promise for the future. Her son was born in January on a very stormy night. The natural birth took a lot out of her. Cal nursed her back to health for a month, usually holding her son most of every twenty-four hours. He was learning as he went. He had always dreamed of having a son.

Gail was afraid of becoming pregnant again. Even taking birth control pills did not dissuade her fears. She enjoyed oral and urged Cal to take her anally. She became so proficient that she could sit on him and have her bowels suck him off until he begged for mercy. Still for both of them there was a sadness because their "love" was forced by their situation.

Fate is often more efficient in solving problems than all of man's plans. After three years, Gail was having a female medical problem and Cal had been urging his brother to visit. One evening a coded message came in from Cal's son stating that Roger would be arriving by private jet, late at night and for Cal to meet it discretely with a large open spaced vehicle to get him and a patient back to Cal's house.

Cal was shocked to see Anna with Roger. She had contracted breast cancer and had a lumpectomy on an undeveloped tropical island. Infection set in, one breast was removed, the infection still raged and she had only known how to contact Cal's son. She was near death. For a month, Roger worked harder than he had ever worked and Cal took chances to get everything his brother needed. Cal was with Anna day and night. He changed IV bags, gave shots, read to her while she was in an out of consciousness and prayed for the first time in his life.

Roger had a better time with treating Gail. She had a tipped uterus, needed a D&C because of uterine tissue build-up and had been damaged some inside by trying to take Cal's penis into her shallow opening. The D&C went well and once she knew her body's other issues she accepted them well and understood how to work around them. Roger liked spending time with Gail. He had been married three times to women who cheated on him. He was a mellow, "Salt of the Earth," "Good-Old-Boy" southerner and was very comfortable to be around. Cal knew Roger's equipment was slightly below average and that he was sensitive about that. With Gail, his size would be perfect, if they ever had sex.

The days passed. After a couple more weeks, Anna was alert enough to talk some and becoming re-acquainted with Cal. Roger hung out with Gail. Cal found it wonderful to hear Gail laugh and talk so openly with Roger. She had never done that with him. He suspected, she had never done that with anyone.

About three a.m. one night, Roger called Cal out of a sleeping Anna's room. "I have to hurt you some."

"I'm your older brother, I'm sure I deserve it for some of the things I did to you when you were a kid."

"Your lady has really been active. She has had at least one fairly recent abortion. She has herpes but nothing more serious. She is pushing forty and I doubt she can still have children. One reason, she has had so much trouble recovering is that she was hooked on both opiates and meth. She has been ridden hard and put away wet."

Tears rolled down Cal's face. Roger had never seen his older brother cry.

"Cal, do you still have the valium and sleeping aids I sent you over the years so you can sleep."

"Yes, but I don't see the faces from the bar incident anymore and I haven't had a flashback to Viet Nam in years."

"How about the anger?"

"I don't think I can get angry anymore. Stuff just hurts now and I want to run away from the hurt and not fight."

"You could come back and seek a retrial. There have been so many stories, even some about your war years. The public would be for you."

"They were for me before. Some of the Bible belters didn't like that I loved a stripper and didn't believe that I was ignorant about her boyfriend. I was really stupid back then. Don't say anything; I know you tried to tell me."

"What can I say? I'm a three time loser and never saw it coming once."

"Women problems seem to run in the family."

"Cal, how about your son?"

"He's handsome, the women like him and he gets traded in and hurt a lot."

"Same for my son."

"God is an asshole. He should pick on us and leave our sons alone."

Cal got one of his boxes of wine. He and his brother retired to the hot tub. They drank and talked until dawn.

"Rog, we always said we'd stay out of each other's woman problems, but I've noticed that Gail is more open, free and happy with you than I have ever seen her."

"She is yours, isn't she?"

"That sort of evolved because we live in the same house and have some of the same issues. It is convenient for both of us. Either of us would be happy for the other, if they found a soul mate."

"I don't do well choosing women. The best thing I can do is work and rent them when I need them."

"Maybe. I went that route for a while. It did not work for me. I yearned for someone who actually cared about me and not just my money."

"Know what you mean."

"Gail is fragile, loyal and desperately needs to belong. She feels hopeless about the caper her brother sucked her into and lives in fear that somehow her identity will be discovered."

"With your son's help, we could solve that."

"Yea."

"How about you and Anna?"

"She left me. It takes two. I could be head over heels for her again very easily. But this time, I would have to see the same from her. Last time I was sure I would win her and make her love me."

"I hear you. How come we are handsome and wealthy and so stupid about women?"

"I don't know. Let's drink enough to forget our names."

"This shit you drink leaves a lot to be desired."

"Anna, said that. Maybe that is why she didn't stay with me."

"I'll send you some better stuff. Maybe you can attract an ugly female elk or something."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Truthfully, before we get too blitzed, Gail needs to be back in the real world and so does her son. If you are interested, I'll be supportive and happy for both of you."

"Damn, how do I find out?"

"Just be open. Ask her outright and give her time to think. Be honest and dream with her." Cal had had too much to drink, kept talking and spoke a little too much. "She loves oral and likes to be flipped over often."

Roger's face lit up like a Christmas Tree. "What else, Big Brother."

"She loves all types of contact until it hurts a little. She has never said "No."

"Never?"

"I told you. We haven't been that hot and heavy. We're just not that great a match. It has been convenience. Up here, we're with each other 24/7 in the winter. She wants to love and be loved. She won't find fulfillment here. She will do anything to please."

"What do you mean anything?"

"What fetish are you pursuing?"

"None, but as I remember you are hung like a horse compared to me."

"My size is a problem for her but she does not have a gag reflex, will squirt like a geyser, if you press her g-spot, and will drink your pee, if you let go in her mouth."

Cal was sure Roger came in the hot tub. "You cum in my tub you'll have to clean it."

"You cannot imagine how much alimony I would be saving if I had met her first."

"How so?"

"I peed in Helen's ass and she divorced me. I pushed my cock down Donna's throat and she divorced me. I tried to get my hand inside Sharon and she threatened to tell the tabloids unless I coughed up a bundle."

"Little Brother, with the right prep and the right lady, all those things can be normal activities between consenting adults. When you visit again, we'll drink better wine and I'll tell you what deviant behavior is – both male and female."

"I've missed you."

"Me, too."

The next morning Cal thought Roger's morning medical rounds into Gail's room were taking too long. He grabbed two cups of coffee and was about to knock when he heard a muffled female scream. The kind of scream a woman makes when she cums and screams into her lover's mouth. The coffee got poured back into the pot to await the lovers' appearance.

Gail came out of her room, holding Roger's hand as they went into the kitchen. She had that wonderful just been fucked smile. Right before she sat down, two small white drops hit the floor and Cal smiled knowingly at Gail and his brother.

"What is the shit eating grin for this morning, Cal? I would have though you got all the naughty thoughts out of your mind last night drinking that shitty wine."

"If you are going to act so smart Little Brother, first use these two tissues on the floor under your lady's chair."

Roger took the tissues, knelt down to look and then groaned, "Oh God." He was bright red.

"As a quack Alaskan frontier doctor, I prescribe Kegel exercises to stop such drips in the future."

Embarrassed or not, both lovers laughed and blushed until Cal re-served the coffee and conversation turned to the day's activities.

In a couple more days, Roger came to Cal and said, "Bro, we're going to have a problem with Anna. She is complaining about the scars but the problem is that she is very ashamed about all she has done. She is begging me for drugs so she can forget, so she can face you, so she can slip back into being an invisible addict."

"Is there anything really wrong with her?"

"Nothing except the scars, herpes, her memories and the other things I've told you."

"Strip her and leave her nude in the middle of the room."

"Cal, I'm not sure this is such a good idea."

"Roger, that woman and I have fucked each other until we both passed out, seen everything good and bad about each other and worked to solve really crappy problems. She was as strong as me. I don't think she remembers who she is or who I am."

The room was brightly lit. Anna was standing nude waiting for Roger to return when Cal walked in. She shrieked and grabbed for the sheet to cover the flat scared area where her right breast had been. Cal snatched the sheet from her.

"Anna, you are as beautiful as ever. You still take my breath away and make me feel like I am sixteen. If you don't love me anymore, just tell me and I'll leave you alone. If you love me, don't hide from me. Together we can conquer anything." 

The beauty dropped heavily and painfully to her knees and began to sob into her hands. "You don't know, what all I've done, what I've become, if you did, you would hate me."

Cal stood in front of her. "Look at me, Anna."

Slowly he began to undress in front of her while he talked. "You have brought me a disease that we must work around. You have three more years on your body. You have had many lovers. Your have scars on your chest. I loved and still love the woman's heart and mind that is in that body. I have not changed. For three years, I have waited for you to return to me and say you love me like I love you. Can you say it yet?"

Sobs racked her body. "I have spent all the money."

The anger he said he no longer felt, flashed through him, "If that is why you are back, you can have another couple of million and go party another three years."

"I am no longer pretty for you and my pussy will make you sick."

"I am a big strong man with a high IQ. I know what I want. I have plenty of money. The woman I love is sniveling on the floor. Where do we go from here, Anna? You left before. Are you leaving again?"

"I don't want to. But I'm no good. I've needed drugs and fucked men I cannot remember to get them. Hate me. I deserve it."

"I don't hate you, but it is your move. If you want to feel sorry for yourself instead of loving me, it will break my heart, but I will help you leave me again, just like I did last time."

Cal stood rigidly. Anna sobbed on the floor in front of him. She was nude. He was nude. Her body racked with sorrow and shook. He waited. Finally, her body was exhausted and she quietly admitted, "I have loved you every day and wanted to come back to you."

Anna could not go any lower so she looked up at her strong man. The man she could lean on now and get well. The man who loved her and accepted her. The man that she wanted to love in return. The man who stood unwavering, waiting for her to gather enough self-esteem to accept his love, know that she deserved his arms around her, know that he wanted to kiss her and spend his life with her. All she had to do was to muster the courage to stand and reach out to the naked man offering himself to her. Then together they could face the trials they both would have in a long, shared lifetime.

Anna tried to stand, but stumbled. Cal reached out and steadied her. "I will help you come to me, if that is the direction you are going."

Again she struggled, pulling on his strong arm and pulling herself toward him until their naked bodies touched and they melted together as they had learned to do making love hundreds of times. She felt his tears drop from his cheeks but his body never showed weakness. She felt his cock begin to harden but he didn't come on to her that way. She felt his arms hold her weight but they did not pull her tighter into him. He waited. She had to respond to many unanswered questions.

"I want to be with you Cal. I cannot even remember why I needed to leave you. Together we touched heaven sometimes, apart I have only found hell. I do not have the beauty to offer you that I once did; I am filled with sorrow and shame."