2 comments/ 10771 views/ 2 favorites Wild Wentz in the Wilderness Ch. 01 By: tropix Lacey Wentz- yes, that's actually her name- was the staff photographer for the engineering firm where I worked. Her work had appeared in the pages of Architectural Digest and other publications, she was really quite good. She was also quite mad. There were numerous office jokes going around behind her back- that she was in a steady state of PMS, that she was borderline schizophrenic, or at least manic-depressive. Her mood swings were legendary and totally unpredictable- in seconds she could go from being cooperative, friendly and creative to throwing a complete temper tantrum, slamming things down on her desk and storming out of the office. But her work was good enough that her idiosyncrasies were either tolerated or ignored. Actually it was a mystery why she was working in the first place. Her grandfather, Phillip G. Wentz, had founded a string of textile mills through the South, and a chain of radio stations through the Midwest, and her family was worth billions. How she spent her time away from the job was also a mystery- but mostly we didn't care. She had been with our company a little over a year, and was just accepted for doing quality work regardless of her quirks. Lacey was under 30- very slender with long straight brown hair to the center of her back which she often tied in a ponytail or stacked on her head in a pinned-up bun. She was about 5'7", with small but pert, pointy breasts. Her green eyes seemed either too large for her head, or were always opened abnormally wide, giving her a 'wild' kind of look to go with her sudden mood swings. She came across as a bit of a 'nature child,' since her entire wardrobe seemed to consist of hip-hugger jeans, moccasins and trim white shirts beaded with American Indian designs. She did have a nice smile that was seldom seen, but I never thought of her as attractive or sexy.... actually, I never thought of her at all unless I passed her in the halls or happened to be in the vicinity of one of her fits... and we'd all roll our eyes and go on about business. At 55, I had nearly 20 years with the Company and found myself already counting the years to retirement. I keep myself in pretty good shape as an avid tennis player in my spare time and my blond hair is still thick but streaked with silver. I've become kind of a troubleshooter for our projects in the field, being sent out to identify problems and find solutions when things do not go as planned.... which is often on big jobs. One of our big jobs was a dam in the gorge of a wild river in the middle of Idaho- and on this day there were problems. The Operations VP called me into his office. "Ya gotta get out there and see what the hell's going on, Jim. The lead contractor says the south retaining wall just isn't holding as we drew it. Every time there's a rain, they're starting over. You'll have to take Lacey with you to get pictures." My mind was on the problem, not on his last sentence. "That's the same retaining structure we used on the Three-Forks job and it's never failed. I don't think those guys know how to drive a bulldozer." "That's what I'm sayin'. So grab Lacey and get your asses on the next plane west." "Huh? Lacey? Travel with Lacey?" "We need pics, man. You can ignore her whining for two days- just get out there." In no time it seemed I was on a plane with Lacey Wentz, connecting through Atlanta, then Kansas City, then Denver where we boarded an old turbo-prop liner that seemed to stop in every cow pasture of an airport before our final landing. She squirmed and complained the whole time, until that last stretch when she finally napped out. Sleeping, she looked peaceful, even pretty, but my thoughts quickly re-focused on her unpredictable personality... and the assignment ahead. We rented a Jeep and loaded our bags for the 40-mile drive to our motel on a winding road along the river, and the whole time Lacey rooted though her bags saying she'd kill somebody if any of her camera gear was damaged. The weather was gray and misty, and was looking worse with every mile. By the time we reached a flat clearing where the 12-room motel sat, the sun was setting and a light rain began to fall. As we checked in and unloaded, the neon sign out front snapped and sizzled from "MOTE" to "MOTEL" with each raindrop. But the real bad news was this- the construction companies working on the dam had every room in the place booked except one. I was going to have to bunk with the crazy girl. Sharing a room didn't seem to bother Lacey in the least; it was almost as if she was expecting it. Despite the ratty exterior, the room was big and clean- two queen-sized beds, and spacious bath, TV, heat and air. We dropped our stuff and hit the attached coffee shop for a late hamburger dinner. A few of the construction crew were in there and all eyes were on Lacey, who was probably the only woman they had seen in weeks other than the rotund, gray-haired wife of the motel owner. Oddly, I found myself feeling protective of her, but she completely ignored the attention, ate her burger and fries, and made small talk of how we could knock this assignment out in one day and be home for the weekend. Somewhere in the middle of the night I was awakened by the boom of thunder... then another and another and the wash of rain on the roof grew louder and louder. I rolled over and focused my eyes on the large picture window, realizing the curtains were open and with each lightning flash I could see the silhouette of Lacey, obviously naked, standing there staring out into the storm. Despite her usual hip huggers and tight shirts, I'd never really taken notice of her curves before now, and at first there was something sensual about the image—but as the intense storm grew even more intense there seemed to be something disturbing, almost supernatural, about seeing this tall, long-haired, somewhat crazy girl standing there silently looking out into the fury of the night. I suddenly felt a chill, pulled the covers up over my shoulder and rolled over trying my best to go back to sleep despite the noise. Somehow I drifted off. A voice from the television woke me to a gray morning. Some "Idaho AM" show from Boise was giving farm reports. Lacey was up, dressed in her usual and sipping coffee she'd brewed in the complimentary hot cup on the counter. The thunder had passed but it was still pouring outside with waves of white noise from the rain rising and falling with the gusts of wind. "It's not looking good out there, James. I think we should get the hell out of this dump." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Well, let me call the office and....." that's when I realized there was no phone in the room. Cell phones were useless out here in the mountains, so I'd have to go to the motel office to call home. I grabbed my shirt and pants and headed into the bath. Lacey never batted an eyelash at my marching across the room in boxers- well, I didn't expect her to. She undoubtedly had all the young hard bodies she needed waiting for her back home.... or whatever she did for companionship. That was the first moment I thought, 'hell, she might even be gay for all I know.' I came out dressed and took in the less than promising weather report and satellite picture on TV as I made coffee for myself. Of course neither of us had packed any rain gear- it would be a run to the office. "You want to run with me for some breakfast?" "No, I'm not much of a breakfast person. Coffee's fine." I dashed out into the blast, soaked through to skin just a few feet out of the door. Even for the middle of July, the rain felt like ice. I shivered and ran. "Max, things aren't good out here," I nearly shouted into the phone to be heard over the downpour on the roof. "What?" "It's pouring, man. It's like were under Niagara Falls outside." "Well, have you seen a weather report? Didn't you check before...." "Yeah I checked. This front was supposed to blow east, but it's stalled and come south. We'll be socked in her for two days, maybe three." "Oh crap. Look, it'd cost a bundle to bring you home and send you back out there on Monday. Can you stick it out a few days? Rain might be a plus- we'll see what's really happening with that retainer." "Yeah, we'll see alright. If this keeps up we'll see the whole friggin' job wash away. Well I can stick it out, but I don't know about the girl." "Oh the girl.... tell her to relax.... think of it as two days of peace and quiet with no work to do..... a mini-vacation." "I don't know.... She's weird, Max- you know that. I feel like I'm sharing a room with a rattlesnake." "Rattlesnake, yeah. She's a kid, Jim. She needs to learn that things don't always go smooth in the real world of work. Stay there till the weather breaks, find out what's going wrong, get pictures, come home. Simple as that." By this time I wasn't feeling much like breakfast either. I shoved some extra coffee, sugar and creamer packets deep into my pocket and ran through the torrent back to the room. When I explained the situation to Lacey, she just let out a long sigh, dropped into a chair and stared at the droning television. I went into the bath, put on dry clothes and flopped on my bed. The loud hissing rain on the roof put me back to sleep in short order. The next thing I was aware of was a tugging on my sleeve. "It's just after noon. I suppose we should go see what they brew up for lunch in this asylum." I thought 'asylum' was a curious word choice. The rain had let up only slightly- and we were soaked by the time we got to the diner. I was glad none of the construction guys were there. The cold rain had made Lacey's white shirt nearly transparent and she obviously was not wearing a bra underneath. Her pointed nipples were erect and flushed and I tried not to stare. She didn't seem to notice. After lunch back in the room she didn't bother to put on a dry shirt. She toyed with the TV, finally switching it off and began pacing the room like a caged animal. Her wide wild eyes grew even wilder. "Fuck! There isn't even satellite in this hole... four or five dumb channels piped in from Podunk." She paced some more. "Nothing to watch, nothing to read, nothing to do." I was about to suggest I'd run back to the office to see if they had any books or magazines laying around when Lacey suddenly turned sharply, marched to the bath and slammed the door. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen. I was about to sit up and ask if she where OK, when I heard the end of a soft moan... then another.... then rhythmic groans and sighs. Damn! No question about it, Lacey Wentz was casually masturbating in the bathroom not eight feet away from me. 'Well,' I thought, chuckling silently to myself, 'if it passes the time and keeps her calm, more power to her.' I didn't want her to be embarrassed coming out, so I said just loud enough for her to hear, "I'm running to the office," and went out the door. In what passed for a lobby, I found a few old copies of People Magazine and a few dog-eared paperback novels. I made small talk about the weather with the owner to give Lacey some more private time. When I returned she was still in the bathroom, but now I heard the shower running. I was sitting up on the bed reading when the door opened and she casually crossed the room to her suitcase with only a towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her body. I tried not to notice, but when she leaned over her firm bottom and smooth sex were obvious. She paused, and then turned to me. "You're not uncomfortable about this, are you?" I looked up from the magazine pretending I had just noticed her. "Umm no. Actually.... you're a lot prettier than I ever noticed," I said chuckling in an attempt to put her at ease. She just stared at me, unsmiling and hesitantly replied, "Ohh-kayyyyy," before returning to the bath. By evening the People magazines were old news and the two Tom Clancy and one Danielle Steele novels failed to hold our interest. The rain continued to roar, and Lacey began pacing again muttering incomprehensibly under her breath and occasionally pausing to seemingly kick an invisible object. I knew if I were to suggest she sit and relax it would trigger a rage. Suddenly she flopped onto her bed, exhaling loudly and lay perfectly still for half a minute before rolling on her side to face me with her head propped on one elbow. "I'm crazy, you know." I looked up from the page I'd been reading. "It's been said." "Yeah I'm sure." She began playing with her hair. "They don't know the half of it. I've spent..... years in institutions." That got my attention. I looked at her, questioningly. "Locked up, tied down, medicated, counseled, studied, analyzed.... raped, abused and tortured." I set my book down. "You want to talk about it, Lacey?" Really, I was getting slightly scared and thought about the rattlesnake analogy I'd used to Max over the phone that morning. She stood up and began pacing again. "Oh, they had the best of intentions, that fucking family of mine. 'Lacey is just a little disturbed; we'll get her on pills and she'll be fine.' Then it was, 'Lacey is an embarrassment to the fine WENTZ name; let's lock her away and pretend she never happened.' The fucking idiots have NO idea what goes on in those places, NOBODY does unless they've been there. I had doctors AND nurses who were supposed to be healing me use every hole I have to get themselves off!" She crashed on the bed again, sobbing and I wasn't sure if I should try to comfort her or ignore her. "But I fooled them." She sat up, wiping her eyes. "I played their fucking games, I took their fucking tests, I behaved like a good little girl and 'Oh, we'll let Lacey out to adjust to society.' Well here I am." She seemed like a bomb ready to go off and I secretly hoped she'd run back into the bathroom and play with herself again to defuse the impending explosion. Instead, she suddenly announced, "I'm going out," opened the door, and vanished into the cold, wet twilight. My first instinct was to run out after her, bring her back inside and try to calm her down... but then I thought against it. After all, she's almost 30. She's an adult responsible for her own actions. Let her cool off out there, she'll be back before dark. She wasn't, and I began to seriously worry. It was after 9:00 and I ran to the office to find it and the diner closed and locked. I crossed the road and looked along the river bank, calling her name a few times through the deafening rain.... nothing. I went back to the room and began pacing myself. By 11:00 I heard distant thunder rolling down the valley again. Where could she be in such a dismal chilling downpour? I had the keys, so I knew she hadn't taken the Jeep. I was thinking of going out and driving up and down the road a ways when I heard running up to the door. She burst in, trembling, completely soaked with distended nipples about to break through her wet shirt, out of breath but.... for the first time since the beginning of our trip... smiling! Between chattering teeth she muttered, "Hot.... shower!" and ran into the bath. An hour later the door opened with a puff of steam and she emerged, completely dried off, in dry clothes, looking pretty much like her usual self. I wanted to ask where she had been, what had happened, but thought that might set her off again so I just matter-of-factly said, "Well, you missed dinner- whatever it may have been." "I'm not interested in food," she replied nonchalantly. "Neither was I, really. I just....." She began pacing again, but less aggressively this time. Then she stopped and turned toward me as I stood up. "James, I think we should fuck." I nearly swallowed my tongue. "And why would you think that?" "It's something to do. It will pass the time. I'm going stir-crazy here." "I noticed," I replied with a grin. "So we've never even touched each other or kissed and you just want to suddenly fuck?" "Oh, we can take care of that right away..." and with that she placed her arms on my shoulders lifting herself, wrapped her legs around me tight and drove her lips to mine hungrily. Our mouths twisted and nibbled at each other, pulsed and opened letting our tongues entwine. No doubt she could feel my hardness growing against her and she tightened her legs and ground her pelvis against me. Before long we had dropped to her bed and were undressing each other. Her wild streak seemed to return as we clawed at, tore and discarded clothing. There was no time for me to hesitate or think that I should not be doing this with a co-worker, much less the 'crazy girl.' Each inch of exposed flesh brought new delights and awakened new hungers. I caressed and kissed her curves, her breasts, and her flat flawless stomach. She pulled at my nipples with her teeth, scratched at them with her nails and sucked them hard. I held her face, kissed her forehead, licked and tongued her ears and neck and reached to flutter my fingers between her legs. Her nipples were full and hard and more magnificent than anything I imagined looking through her wet shirt. I wanted to possess them and touch them in every way possible- caressing, licking, kissing sucking and finally sliding up to press the underside of my rigid shaft to each, leaving a trace of my dripping honey behind. Wide-eyed, she grasped me in both hands and devoured me with her lips- kissing, sucking and rolling her tongue over the head. She looked up at me with fire in her wild eyes and moaned, "I want you in me right now! I NEED you IN me RIGHT NOW!" We re-positioned and with a sigh of relief I felt her moist silky sex lips part and engulf me. I gave a slow gentle thrust until I was completely buried in her and we held each other tight, kissing and trembling. Slowly, tentatively we found our rhythm and began to move together perfectly. Her hips rose to meet each thrust and she began letting out little squeals and growls in time with our fucking. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head and her mouth hung open, tongue circling her lips over and over until I kissed her and captured it with mine. Moaning and bucking together, I began to kiss a trail across her cheek, down her neck, lapping and sucking at a breast. She groaned and sighed and surprised me by letting loose a torrent of hot talk. "Fuck me, FUCK me you dirty man! DRIVE that big hard cock right up my hot CUNT! DO it, you FUCKER! Deeper! HARDER! Give me your fucking cock! MORE! Fuck my CUNT! I want that big hard thing IN me! FILL me! Make me CREAM you bastard!" Her complete release of inhibitions and wild squirming and cursing inspired me. "TAKE it, Girl! Take this COCK deep in your CUNT! All the way, Baby!" I held her tight, rolling my thumbs over her stiff nipples as I kissed and sucked across her shoulders, neck and ears. "That's IT! That's the way. DO ME! Make me your WHORE, you FUCKER! Give me cock, GIVE me COCK! I NEED it!" "You need to CUM, you little SLUT! I wanna feel your hot wet CUM on my fucking COCK!" "Oh YEAH!" "I'm FILLING you with COCK and then I'm going to FILL you with CUM!" "Oh SHIT!" she grasped and clawed at my hips and bottom, pulling me even tighter to her, deeper in her. "FUCK me! FUCK ME!" "Let it go," I urged her, knowing I couldn't hold back much longer myself. "CUM for me, Lacey; let it GO, Girl! GIVE me your hot STUFF!" "Oh god yeah, yes! Yes! YESSS!" I could feel her walls pulse and contract on me, the tip of my cock buried deep in her felt her flood of heat and.... "Ahhhhh, AHHHH!" her hips flexed and she bit my shoulder with her scream. I pulled out of her and quickly thrust back in hard, deep as I exploded in her.... spurting, spurting and spurting again. We clutched at each other trembling until the wave passed. Wild Wentz in the Wilderness Ch. 02 As our breathing settled, Lacey let go and stretched her arms above her head and her legs out wide and flat, coaxing my spent shaft from her sex. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile of contentment. "You're not bad for an old man." I exhaled sharply and rolled off her to my side, gently cupping her tits with one hand. "Well you're not bad for a young kid," I chuckled. We cuddled in silence for twenty minutes or more, and of course that's when I began to think, as good as it felt, that this was probably a mistake. What would be the implications.... now and for our eventual return to the 'real world?' What would be the consequences?......... As if reading my mind, Lacey stretched again and sat up. "I'm not fertile, James, if that's what you're worrying about. Don't get all weird on me, we're just passing time here." She got up and began pacing again, completely naked, and that's when I noticed the hysterectomy scar. "I had an ovarian cyst a few years ago, just before I started this job; they took out everything that works." Before I could respond, she noticed my cum was dripping down her inner thighs and she went in the bathroom to wipe up. I propped some pillows against the headboard and sat up, pulling a sheet across my mid section. When she returned she planted herself at the foot of the bed, sitting cross-legged. "So how long have you thought about fucking me?" "Actually, not until you bent over in that towel this afternoon and showed me everything you have." "I doubt that. I bet you've looked at me around the office and jerked yourself off at night over the idea." "Not really." "You're a friggen liar." "Nothing personal, Lace...." "Lacey," she corrected. "Lacey, you're a pretty young girl but I don't have any reason to lie. I just hadn't thought of you sexually." "Okay," she paused, "fair enough. Who in the company makes you hot then?" "Well, I don't know if it's right to...." "Oh, come on, tell me. I won't tell. We have secrets now, you and I." "All right..... I bet every guy there has thought about Elaine." A brief smile crossed her lips. "Good answer, James. I'll bet every guy there believes that rock on her finger and all her talk about her 'hubby' too." Our receptionist, Elaine was about forty and probably a former fashion model. She stood over six feet in heels, with legs that would make teenaged boys and old men cry. Her trace of a French accent, frosted blonde hair, year-round tan, perfect body and sparkling blue eyes screamed, 'take me!' The sizable diamond on her left ring finger announced she was already taken. "She just wears that ring to keep guys off her ass," Lacey breathed. "I know, because I've been ON her ass.... and under it, and IN it. I've lapped her sweet pussy-honey and she's licked mine, and if you EVER repeat this I'll KILL you!" "I'm not saying a thing." Actually, I was imagining this little long-haired wild girl before me doing unspeakable things with Elaine and getting very turned on at the idea. Lacey could tell, and pulled the sheet away to expose my stiffening cock. Looking at it, she continued. "I've rubbed my stiff nipples on hers, and humped my cunt against her smooth tanned thighs." With that, Lacey reached for me and began to gently, teasingly stroke my erection. "My tongue has touched every INCH of Elaine's body...." "Oh, shit, Lacey!" "Turns you on, doesn't it? Knowing I've had what no man ever has or will...." "Fuck yes!" "And right now I'm HUNGRY, James. The coffee shop's closed. I need YOU to feed me." She leaned forward, letting her long brown hair sweep across my cock, and then wrapped the tresses around my shaft leaving the tip exposed to her open mouth. Her tongue swirled as she took me in, sucking slightly before she began to bob. This little girl was an expert cocksucker, knowing the thrill was heightened when she emphasized the down-stroke. I moaned and my hips flexed to meet her rhythm. But that wasn't all- after eight or ten thrusts taking me to the back of her throat she paused and looked up at me wild-eyed. "Elaine's tongue is the smoothest thing I've ever had up my cunt," and she mouth-fucked me some more before pausing again. "She has a huge pink strap-on dildo and I've fucked every hole she has with it." More bobbing and then, "and she's fucked MY holes with it even more." "Lacey! My god!" and she bobbed and sucked harder on my throbbing cock. "And when she cums she screams in French and makes me crazy for her! FEED me, James!" and when her mouth encircled me again I began to spurt- pulse after pulse of thick hot white cream into her warm wet sucking mouth. With my final release and groan of ecstasy I could feel her hand tighten its grip on the base of my shaft while she lapped and sucked and swallowed. Lacey gripped tighter and tighter, not letting me go soft, her fingernails pressing hard in a sensation of pain and pleasure. With a final gulp of my seed she looked up at me again. "Elaine has fucked my ass, James. Wouldn't you just love to poke this big, hard slimy cock up my tight little asshole?" I growled and squirmed and trembled. "Lacey!" "And wouldn't you love to shove it into Elaine after you do me?" "Ahhhhhh!" She suddenly released her grip, beginning to stroke me fast. "FEED me, James! More! MORE!" and her mouth engulfed me as I deliriously ejaculated again and again- panting and groaning and twisting under her touch. I remember feeling her fingers gently and softly caressing my balls, thighs and stomach.... I remember her chanting, "Good, Baby..... Good, Baby.... Good, Baby....." and then nothing except blissful, satisfying sleep. Minutes- or hours- may have passed before I woke to find Lacey sprawled out on the lower bed sound asleep, using my thigh as a pillow. A tiny dribble of semen oozed from the corner of her contented smile. I sighed and drifted off again. Wild Wentz in the Wilderness Ch. 03 -3- Morning brought just a trace of sunshine through the gray outside, and the rain had subsided to a drizzle. Lacey emerged from the shower making no effort to hide her nakedness and sat before the mirror with her hair dryer. "We might just get done and get out of here today," she said matter-of-factly. "Maybe," I replied as I headed for the bath. "Right now, I'm definitely up for some breakfast." And she reached out to paw at my hand as I passed her. "Not that you didn't feed me well last night, James," she smiled as my cock tingled. She was dressed and pacing again as I put my clothes on after my shower. The feeling in the air was awkward, but not quite as strange as I feared. "You can call me Jim, you know. Everyone else does." She looked out the window pensively. "I think I like James better." "Fine with me," I sighed. "Let's go eat." The diner was full of construction guys and you could sense the lull in their conversation and a sweep of their eyes when we entered. Lacey felt it too, and reached for my hand. That seemed to signal we were together, and the boys went back to their normal muttering. While waiting for our orders over coffee, a tall blond fellow approached our table. "You the folks from P.E.?" "Yeah, that's us." I stood for a handshake. "Jim Matthews.... this is Lacey." "Ma'am," he touched his hat in a salute. "Charlie Gregg. I'm foreman on the spillway. Just wanted to clue you in- I talked to our crew up in Williston earlier- they say the back of this storm front is as bad as the beginning. Don't let this lighter rain fool ya, it's gonna get a lot worse in the next few hours. I'm keepin' my guys off the job till it clears. You might be stuck here another day; I wouldn't even try drivin' up there right now." "Oh great. Well, we'll manage. Thanks, Charlie- see you tomorrow, I hope." We finished our breakfast and Lacey dashed back to the room during a brief lull in the rain. I stayed behind to pay and call our office with an update. I returned to our room to find Lacey completely nude, on her knees in the middle of her bed rocking back and forth on a pillow tucked between her legs. I locked the door and stood there watching her as my cock warmed and stiffened. She had her head thrown back, eyes closed; humming to herself and then slowly mouthed two words. "Per-for-mance......anx-i-e-ty," and then she opened her eyes, turning her head to look at me wildly. "Ever have it, James?" "Ummmm- not really...." "Well how's this for performance anxiety? If you don't fuck me and make me CUM in ten minutes, I'll cut your dick off, and you know I'm a crazy enough bitch to do it!" The totally wild, uninhibited look in her green eyes- her pert naked breasts heaving as she humped the pillow got to me more than the 'threat.' I tore my clothes off and was on her in an instant. She folded over, offering her rear and my smooth hard cockhead slipped between her hot moist cunt lips, engulfing me with palpitating softness as I gripped her hips and thrust again and again. "YES! FUCK me, you bastard! Shove that hard cock up my needy CUNT! Fill me! FILL me! FILL ME!" "Ahhhh, god! Take it! TAKE this cock you horny bitch!" "Oh SHIT, I love to be FUCKED! RAM it, Baby! Ram that dick into my dripping TWAT you filthy fucker!" I was glad it had suddenly begun pouring rain outside to drown out our sounds. Above the roar the room was filled with her squeals and screams as our loins slapped together between the squishing of our sex. I mounted her closer, kissing along the back of her neck as my hands reached under to tweak at her distended nipples. Lacey kept moaning and babbling, "Drive it DEEP, man! FILL me! I want your tip in my WOMB you fucking MAN!" I drew one hand back under her, strumming my fingers across her swollen clit in time with our thrusts which made her toss her head back and howl like a cat in heat. "Feel it, Bitch! FEEL this cock tearing up your hot dripping CUNT!" "Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck I'm gonna.... I'm gonna cummmmm.... CUMMMM! Make me CUM you bastard and give me your SPERM!" "Let it go! Let it GO, Girl! Cum on my cock, you crazy nympho!" I grunted and groaned, humping her tighter and deeper with each stroke. I could feel convulsions deep in her and she suddenly went stiff, freezing in place as wet heat flooded her depths and she let out a high-pitched whine. I knew I was within a few thrusts of letting go myself. "Ohhhhhh..... pull it out." "Ahh! Whaaa?" "Pull it OUT!" she hissed, "and shove it up my ASS!" I trembled, feeling her move forward to release me from her hot dripping vagina and she leaned on a shoulder to reach back and spread her cheeks to me. "Put it IN! James! Fuck my asshole! I want your hot CREAM up my ASS!" I pushed and with a squeal her sphincter accepted my tip and I plunged my cunt-slickened shaft deep into her tight hot hole. Lacey bucked and moaned, then sobbed in passion as I held her hips and began fucking her ass with the same rhythm we had in her pussy. Her tight opening rippled up and down my shaft and I dropped close, kissing on her back, biting at her neck as my strokes became more urgent and with a deep groan I could feel my thick hot cream release, spurting deep inside her. "Ahhhhhhh! FILL my ass with that CUM!" and her arms and legs went out straight and stiff, settling her stomach to the bed and I fell on her, panting and moaning.......... We lay there, still coupled, sighing and moaning softly. I guess I expected some slow moment of tenderness to separate us, but Lacey suddenly rolled us both to our sides causing my spent penis to quickly pop from her bottom, then she turned to face me, clutching my face in her hands and kissing me long and deep with our tongues probing each other. I held her close, and when the kiss broke we stared at each other intently. "That was....... That was SO GOOD, James." There was a softness, a gentleness in her eyes that I had never seen before. "Baby, I needed that.... oh, you don't know...... how... how MUCH." Her eyes closed and we cuddled, drifting into a peaceful sleep. Wild Wentz in the Wilderness Ch. 04 -4- It was late afternoon when I woke to find Lacey dressed and pacing the room again. It was still raining outside, not torrential now, but steady. "Do you think we'll get out of here tomorrow?" she asked, not really looking at me. "We can hope." I sat up, pulling the sheet across my naked mid-section. The bed was still heavy with the scent of our sex and my cock twitched on seeing her tight jeans stretch on her hips as she moved. She paused as a distant roll of thunder echoed down the valley. "I need to go out," she muttered, and before I could answer she was out the door, slamming it behind her. I noticed the Jeep keys were still on the dresser, so figured she wouldn't go far in the cool rain. I stood, stretched and headed for the shower. There was still no sign of Lacey after I dried off and dressed. I opened the door and looked around in the drizzling rain, then ran to the diner. She was not there either, so I ordered two sandwiches, some beers and coffee to take back to the room. I was getting a little worried. The thunder was getting closer and it would be dark in less than an hour. Looking out the door I sized up the landscape. There was really only one place she could go- across the road were a few hiking trails through the underbrush that led along the river. I walked quickly out into the damp twilight, and waited until I was into the woods, out of earshot of the motel before calling her name. Through the trees I could hear the roaring river, occasional thunder, and.... something high-pitched. Not really a scream, kind of a howl- not of fear or distress, but wild. "Laceeeeee!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooo....." "LACEY! Is that you?" "Ahhhhhhh......." it trailed off and I jogged along the path and toward the sound. The brush parted into a small clearing. A hundred feet below, the river hissed, roared and cart wheeled in white splashes over the rocks and just a few steps in front of me stood the girl, looking over the valley, sighing and singing like a banshee. "Ahhhhhhhhhhoooooooooo..." It was dark enough now, that her form seemed to glow vividly in the lightning flashes. Her rain-soaked clothes and hair clung to her, erect nipples tenting her shirt. I could see she had one hand down the front of her jeans, stroking herself rhythmically. "Lacey, you're gonna catch pneumonia, Girl. Come on, let's..." "I need to be fucked, James." "Honey, we can fuck all night if you want, but please come back with me..." I reached toward her. "Here..... NOW!" And she opened her shirt letting the cold rain drizzle over those quivering distended tits and opened her jeans, letting them fall to step out of. Turning her back to me, she spread her legs and bent over like a wild animal offering her sex to her mate. I don't know if it was her image in the deep twilight and lightning, the beads of cool rain running over her body, the invitation of her warm cunt in the cold.... or just the unexpected insanity of it all.... but I was hard for her instantly. Shivering, I opened my own shirt, letting my pants fall, and grasping her hips I mounted her. With a clap of thunder my rod stabbed into her quivering slick warmth and I filled her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooo...." The moment seemed too wild, too basic, too animalistic for words. I groaned and grunted like a mad beast and she cooed with each urgent thrust. The sheer heat of her sex surrounded me in sharp contrast to the cold wind and rain and my hands locked under her against her clit, pulling our loins tighter and harder together as I moaned and growled and humped her faster and deeper. "AHHHOOOOoooooooooooooo!" and then her sighs and howls broke into staccato squeals as she pushed back to meet each intense thrust. "Ahhh, Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, Ooooooooo! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh ahhh Ooooo!" Suddenly she convulsed inside- it seemed I could FEEL her cervix flutter and press against the head of my penis and her cunt flooded with HOT wetness as she went limp in my grasp. With just one more THRUST, I released and creamed her depths, my shaft throbbing and pulsing inside her hot heavenly hole. We froze tight together, panting and moaning in the cold darkness- shivering in the flashes of lightning. Back in the room we giggled and clawed at each other under the mercifully hot shower while peeling the cold rain-soaked clothing from our bodies. Once warmed up and dried off, we each put on one of the over-sized, motel-supplied terrycloth robes and warmed our sandwiches in the little microwave. "I'm glad you got these," Lacey grinned between bites, "fucking out in the cold sure builds an appetite." I laughed, then looked at her. "Lacey, can I ask you something and get an honest answer, no hard feelings either way?" "I told you, I'm crazy. Maybe it was a little weird doing it out there but...." "No- no, I don't mean that. If that's crazy, crazy is good. What I'm wondering, when we get back to.... to the real world, will we keep doing this?" "Well..... I hope so. I mean, we should treat ourselves to some fun every now and then. I mean," she sighed," let me put your mind at rest, James. Sex and work don't mix. Anything like this between us is.... just between us, okay? No office talk, none of that crap. What we might do on our own time isn't their business. You good with that?" "I agree." "And, I'm not up for any kind of 'relationship.' No strings sex is fun." "Sure, just so long as.... Well, I don't want...." "I'm not going to sleep around, James. I don't. I have my fun with one man at a time." "Or one woman at a time," I teased. "Okay, honest, I will keep playing with Elaine too. I mean, look at me- two secret lovers, one hot woman and one hot man. How lucky can I get? And like everything between us, that is too, James. Don't you fucking DARE ever let on that you know about her or about her and me." "I wouldn't. What's private is private. End of story." It seemed so long as Lacey had a steady diet of wild sex, she was a perfectly sensible young lady. Assuming I could keep up with her, I thought, we'd get along fine through the rest of the trip. She turned the television on to some old black and white movie, leaving the sound barely audible; and we each took a corner of the little two-place loveseat while sipping on beers. Lacey brought her legs up and stretched them across to plant the heels of her feet firmly in my crotch. "Can I ask you something personal?" I ventured. "If you don't want to talk about it, I understand." "Shoot." I paused to properly construct my words. "I'm no psychologist, of course, but usually women who've had really bad sexual experiences... like what you mentioned in the hospitals... become turned off with the whole idea of sex. But you seem to have.... an incredible appetite...." "I think," she interrupted, "I made myself concentrate on the feelings and not the situations. I mean, it was the only defense I had. There was no escape- if I fought them they would become crueler and make it worse. So I just took in the physical feelings and blocked out the people using me." I nodded while she took a swig of her beer and flexed her feet against my cock through the robe. "Of course the down-side of that," she continued, "was that the physical stimulation would work. Eventually I would orgasm from it, and their reaction would be, 'oh, she LIKES it!' and do me even more. But that still seemed better than fighting them and letting them get violent." "I guess I understand," I answered, while casually running my hand along one calf and the top of her foot. "The other explanation is simpler, though... I am crazy." I turned to her expecting to see a joking smile, but she was just staring at the television, with no expression. A few moments later she moved her feet in an obvious attempt to stimulate me, and when I looked at her she teasingly rolled her lips and tongue over the neck of the beer bottle as if it were a cock in her mouth. "Some of it was hot, James," she offered as she reversed position to lie against me and slide her hand under my robe. "Like, I was never into anal until a night nurse at Lawntree got to me." She found my tingling cock and teased it between her first two fingers in a scissors action. "This big nurse would take me from my room in the middle of the night and restrain me face-down on a gyno table. She'd pretend to 'examine' me with rubber gloves... then begin using.... objects." I was beginning to get very hard and Lacey wrapped her fist around me, squeezing and releasing in a milking motion. "At least she was nice enough to use lube..... most of the time." I was squirming and flexing my hips into her hand, beginning to lube myself. "You make me want you, Lacey," I moaned. "I know," she taunted. "You want to fuck, Baby? You want to FUCK my ass?" "Yessss!" "You want to hump my ass and make me scream and cum like Nurse Julie did?" "Oh fuck yes!" Suddenly she jumped up and dropped her robe to the floor, bending over with her hands in the bed, offering her bottom to me. "Fuck my hole now!" I stood up, letting my own robe fall, and paused. "Do you have......?" "No lube. Just your pre-cum, James. Stick it in. Stick it in NOW!" My tip was engorged and slick, touching her button as I grasped her hips. "NOW!" I pulled her to me while making a fucking thrust and my cock head popped through her tightness. I hesitated, trying to be gentle, but she straightened her arms pushing herself back against me hard, and her hot ass enveloped my full length as she squealed, "Oooooooo yessss! Fuck me, you bastard! FUCK me!" We began to move and groan and with each out-stroke her tight sphincter milked more of my slickness into her. I let one hand wrap around her, tickling her tummy, stroking her mound and clit and then pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt. She began to babble and cry and moan. "More.... MORE! Fuck my hot ass, Baby! I WANT it! FUCK me! Fuck ME!" Her heat surrounded me, my lube squishing gooey and slick against her soft, tight tunnel. "Make me your bitch, James! Make me your bitch like Nurse Julie made me hers. FUCK my hole! FUCK it!" "Oh god! TAKE it, you tight sweet Bitch!" "AhhhOoooooo!" she howled, like she had in the woods. "Be my nasty, dirty BITCH with a COCK up her ass!" "Oh my god, YES! Ahh-Ooooooooo I WANT it!" We were rocking and gyrating faster and harder. My one hand strummed at her pussy and clit, covered with her wetness and with my other I slapped her behind between each stroke. "Does my hot bitch want CUM?" "Oh, FUCK yes! GIVE it to me!" "You need CREAM on that heat inside you?" "Pleeeease! AhhhOoooooo PLEASE!" I SMACKED her bottom harder with a deep thrust. "More?" "More! MORE, Baby, give your bitch that CUM!" After another smack I grabbed her hair, pulling her up tight to me almost raising her from the floor. "FEEL it!" I growled, as my first SPURT flooded her depths. "Oh god, yeah," she cried, whimpering. "TAKE it!" as I pulled her TIGHT to me again with my second spurt. "I LOVE it!" she whined, I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!" With my third ejaculation we fell forward onto the bed, still connected tightly and I held her to me as the last of our contractions fluttered and her pussy gushed against my hand and she teared up, sobbing and sighing and panting. Finally we quieted and lay still, relaxing- letting all the tension drain from us. "I could feel your cum," she whimpered softly. "I could feel your cum filling my ass." I ran my free hand up and down her side and kissed the back of her neck tenderly. "That was sooooo good, Lacey," I murmured, "so hot....." I wanted to tell her she was a hot, crazy bitch; but thought better of it.