7 comments/ 141336 views/ 34 favorites Angel Lake By: Teneskel As the head of my cock exploded inside Jared's Mom's pussy, I found myself asking the question, "How did this even happen?" I gave a couple victory thrusts against her ass that was bent over the log, watching the flesh of her cheeks ripple each time, hearing her coo and moan in that way that drives men crazy. I knew exactly what moment set this fantastical turn of events in motion. It happened on the drive out here, the instant my forearm brushed against her huge, warm, motherly tits. We'd been planning the camping trip for a few months. Not too many of us, just me, Jared, his Mom, and our friends from school Megan and Chris. The five of us, some tents, some hotdogs, and one hell of beautiful lake -- and one hell of a beautiful female body, and I'm not talking about Megan. Jared and I go way back, back to Grade Five when we had our own little posse on the playground. We kicked some ass. We weren't bullies, but we held our own out there in the warzone known as recess. Back then I regarded his Mom in a distant, unconcerned way, nothing like the way I noticed her in my teens after the boners started happening. Then she took on a whole new light. I still remember the first time I saw her in that yellow bikini walking in their backyard, her womanly, child-bearing hips swaying with her gait; her creamy skin glowing in the sun; her ripe, full, enourmous tits hanging proudly in the air, bouncing nicely with each step, prompting involuntary fantasies of squeezing, fondling, and kneading them in my hands; her plump, round, healthy ass wriggling. How I wanted to spank that wide, delectable ass, to test its firmness with my hand. Her hair is black, wavy, and long, and her face warm, understanding, and peaceful. Almost forty now, she stands 5'7''ish, and is a total sweetheart. Years have done little to mar her voluptuous form, and it is as of yet one of the unsolved riddles of the universe why no dude has jumped all over this woman since Jared's dad passed away when he was three. I think there've been a couple boyfriends that didn't pan out. Megan and Chris are recent additions to our crew. Jared and I have been chumming around with them since Grade Ten, so a few years now, and they're great pals. Chris is addicted to WoW, and it's starting to hit his grades, and Megan is on her twelfth run of the whole Twilight series, that crazy bitch. Her freaken grades are probably being hit by now. I really do love her though, as a friend. She's alright looking in her own way, though a little skinny and titless; nowhere near as womanly as Sarah, Jared's Mom. Sarah, the woman whose waist I still gripped, whose salivating pussy was still wrapped around my cock. I gave her right cheek a spank and took the liberty of a squeeze. Man I love that ass. The Jeep was shady and cool as it went along the gravel road, contrasted to the outside heat and sun of a Saturday pre-noon. Jared was driving and Chris was shotgun, and I was pleasantly sandwiched between the ladies, Sarah on my left, Megan on my right. The first few hours we had all been talking, but now it was quiet. Megan was resting her head against the window awkwardly with her Ipod droning, rebelling against the music already playing in the vehicle, and Sarah was reading some light novel. Up front in the sausage fest, a one-sided conversation was taking place. "Man, but my level eighty is totally sick. I mean, it's like sick, sick." *grunt* I was mostly in my own universe, as usual. I glanced to my right. What a crazy freaken angle to rest your head at. I thought. Oh, maybe she's asleep. Still, she's gonna wake up paralyzed, that crazy bitch. I really do love her though, as a friend. I glanced to my left -- more like peeked actually. Tit's ahoy! Jesus Christ, what a top. Why even wear a top like that, unless you want to be noticed? Sarah's massive cleavage was literally overflowing her dark-green blouse, the edge of the fabric making indents in the boobs. And that top was low. Another inch and we would have been entering nipple territory. And those thighs! Her short shorts could barely contain those wide, womanly legs, smoothly skinned and toned from her biking and hiking and whatever else she did. Sarah was a pretty relaxed dresser around our gang, true, but today's outfit was particularly boner-inducing. No one really cared though, which was just the way our gang was. Wait, was she even wearing a bra? I wasn't so sure. The whole while of the ride I had become increasingly convinced that there was no bra to speak of, for there seemed to be just the outline of her nipples in the fabric covering either breast, but the fabric was thick enough to sow doubt. The past few hours had been very fun indeed, with me taking every opportunity to clandestinely peek over and oggle her spellbinding cleavage. That visible one-third the surface area of her massive tits was my private piece of eye-candy, and how I savoured the bumpier sections of gravel. Thank God my briefs were tight, otherwise my hands would have been resting in my lap most the ways. How had this miraculous seating arrangement come to be, anyways? It was Sarah's doing! She was the one who insisted Jared drive, and the one who beckoned me into the Jeep after her when we set off. Really, there has been this tacit thing of sorts stewing between Sarah and I for a while now. We're always teasing, playing, totally relaxed and carefree, never taking the situation too seriously -- and sometimes casual petting occurs. Nothing too crazy, just a light touch of the forearm or wrist, or nudge, or pat on the shoulder. I usually get to see her at least once a week, whenever I hang at Jared's which is often. Our chemistry is so easy. She's one of the few adults I can really let it all hang out in front of, so to speak. I turned my head to the left. "Good book?" "Not too bad. Good to take one's mind off things," She seemed receptive and cheery. "Cheesy romance, horror, espionage?..." "It's a pretty cheesy romance, actually," she laughed. "Ooooooo," I teased. "Does it have at least any killing?" I pleaded. "Hah, no. It's pretty mild," "Laaaaaame." "Why, what kind of stuff do you read, Craig?" she taunted. That's my name, by the way. How she was smiling and looking at me was very encouraging, flirtatious even. "Oh, you know. Little of this, little of that. You like Stephen King?" "Yeah," she admitted after a moment, "I read some of his short stories, and they were disturbing, to say the least." "Yeah, he goes right into the nitty-gritty: 'The severed artery launched blood all the way to the ceiling!'" She laughed; I continued, "I bet your romance can't compare with that level of imagery." "Well, actually..." she began, but checked herself. "What?" She just smiled for a good few moments before saying anything. "This one scene is a little outré," "No way, show me." "Haha, no, no," "Come on!" "No no, you can't see it," she laughed, closing the book in her lap. I reached my right hand over to grab it, but she drew it away to her left. "No! no no no," she said, clearly having fun. "Come on," I insisted. I got a hold of it and gently tugged, not trying to wrest it from her, my hand comfortable to hover several inches in front of those mammoth tits. "Come on!" "Nunh-uh, silly boy," She drew it further away, but I did not give up. We struggled lightly, neither exerting much force, but then I made a surprise tug and almost tore it out of her hand. She looked at me with play astonishment and I smirked back evilly. She retaliated with her own yank, and that's when I can officially report first contact, Houston. It was a hard yank but stubborn me held tight, and my forearm was draped right across those titties -- skin to skin. How the warm, supple flesh gave beneath my forearm! Conforming and feminine. We struggled and wrestled with my arm enjoying the sensation of her bouncing tits for what in all reality must have only been two or three seconds, then I gave up and retrieved my arm. The best thing was we totally pretended nothing happened and went on as usual. "Okay, you win. Jerk." "Don't be a baby, Craig. You're a big boy now." "Whatever, Mrs. Sarah," I said in mock pique. "There, there," she said, patting my left thigh. The arm-against-breasts thing definitely ignited something, leaving an almost tangible, sexual vibe in the air. Our conversation waned after that, but our shoulder-friction seemed to take on a more intimate tone. This whole session took place unmarked. Sure, Jared heard us playing around, but that was nothing unusual, and Megan probably wouldn't have noticed a nuke go off outside her window with her Ipod blaring like that, that crazy bitch. Chris' mind was faraway in his own little world, or, should I say, the World of Warcraft. I'll be honest: I'm kind of a risk-taker, to the point of being a dumbass sometimes, but Sarah is just as free-spirited so this kind of thing really didn't faze or worry us. On the contrary, it was extremely, effervescently exciting. Not long after that the whole atmosphere of the Jeep livened up, what with princess Ipod coming back from the dead. "Wow, how awesome does my neck not feel right now?" "What did you expect, you crazy bitch? You were sleeping with your head on a ninety degree angle." I admonished unseriously. "Yeah, well, this retarded seat doesn't recline, you retard. Get a new SUV, Sarah!" "There's plenty of room to lie down on the roof, Megan." said the Mrs. "Haha, right," she laughed sincerely. "Oh, you know I love you Megs," I said, and gave her a big hug. We were always pretty open and affectionate with the Megan. "ETA twenty minutes!" shouted Jared. Almost there. "Copy, Jar-Head!" I returned, selecting one of his many nicknames. "You still alive back there, Kreg!?" he fired back. He calls me Kreg the Barbarian because of my total unscrupulousness. Oh... What's this? Fuck yeah! Bumpy section! I peeked over and watched those mammoth titties jiggle and bounce, barely contained in the skimpy blouse, and I swear I caught the corner of Sarah's mouth smirk at me when I did. Well, maybe I was a little obvious with the way my head turned exactly when the bumps started. Looks like she didn't mind if I enjoyed the show, at least. Between our campsite and the shore were twenty feet of sparse pine and a mossy floor. A worn road lead to our area from the rest of the camp, and the Jeep was parked in the nook for vehicles. The campsite's only amenity was a brick fire-pit with grill. The hub around the fire-pit was worn from activity, the floor mostly consisting of dried, beaten evergreen needles; further out from the hub moss took over. Our tents were nestled in the trees where the moss was thick and cushiony, and around the fire-pit we had set up folding chairs. Chris and I wore tees while Jared wore a tank. It had to be at least 35 degrees out there. Megan and I were hanging by the fire-pit while Sarah helped Jared and Chris set up their double tent, the others already up. I looked at my watch: quarter past one. I looked up towards the lake where it lay between the trees, only a handful of pine overlaying the image of gentle waves shining in the sun. Few clouds today. "Why do you like those books, anyway? They're boring as fuck." "Fuck is not a qualifier, you silly, simpleminded little frog. I don't expect you to understand the intricacies of Edward's and Bella's relationship. You just wait. History will remember Twilight for the masterpiece that it is." Frog? "It's a vampire story without any killing, what the fuck? They aren't even vampires; they're some kind of delusional, sparkly rock monster. Real vampires burn in the sun and sleep in coffins, Megatron." That's my favourite nickname for the Megan. "Idiot. Go read your scary bedtime stories," she sighed. The rest of the party joined us from the tents. "Alright! Finally set up!" burst Jared. "Now what?" said Chris in a monotone. "I'm kinda thirsty." chimed in Megan. "Me too," contributed Sarah. "Well y'all," went I, "Might as well hit the convenience store. It's a five minute walk at the most." "Yeah," "Yeah," "Let's do it," "Actually, I wouldn't mind exploring the shore a bit," said the evil Decepticon overlord. "Well, not all of us have to go. Who wants to go get drinks?" I said. "Me, I need some other stuff too," said Jared. "Get me a Sprite!" chirped Megan. "I'll come too," monotoned Chris. All this open space and nature seemed to be blowing his mind, sort of like how Gollum must have felt when he left his cavern for the first time in hundreds of years, except Chris' cavern was called Azeroth. He yearned to set his eyes on some cold, reliable concrete. "And kids, it looks like there's no firewood for later," said a sweetly concerned Sarah, always the practical adult. "We'll have to get some. Yeah, why don't you get some water for me, honey?" addressing Jared, "--and I'll collect some kindling and dried logs and stuff." "Sure," "Now come on, Mrs. Sarah. What kind of knight in shining armour would I be if I let a lady do all the work?" "You can help too, Craig," she said in mock sarcasm, rolling her eyes, but she seemed intrigued by the idea. "Anything to help, my lady," I said bowing. Some alone time with Sarah? Oh yeah. Megan meandered through the trees toward the shore, which after the moss dissipated was an unbroken, gentle slope of rock right into the lake, and Jared and Chris set off down the dirt road, which facing the lake went to the left. To the right was airy, mystical forest as far as the eye could see. "You think we'll find any wood over there?" I said pointing at the forest. "I'm sure we will," "Awlright, let's move. Move, move, move!" (That's me pretending we're in the army) She giggled and we set off. She was dressed the same as the ride except for some large, sleek sunglasses she had donned. I was wearing a white tee with some loud colours, some green shorts, and both of us sported hiking sandals. I let her lead the way, happy to watch her mighty hips and ass work their magic in those tight shorts. The locomotion of the womanly haunches was hypnotic as she wove her way over the moss and twigs, and the revealing top gave me a grand view of her creamy, slender back. I wondered why she ignored perfectly dry and burnable kindling we passed, leading us further and further away from the campsite. Before long, glancing over my shoulder, the tents were out of sight, and we were alone but for the serene, indifferent trees, the welcoming moss, and the lake sparkling to our left. The sun came down through the trees in broken splashes. Birds chirped and sang from random directions, invisible but for occasional darting movements out of the corner of my eye, fairy-like. It was stuffy and humid. Whew, not even a half-hour in that muggy heat and we were sweating. I was right behind her when she abruptly stopped, ramming into her. I reacted by snatching her waist to steady myself; she reached her hands back under my arms and grabbed my hips. We rocked precariously for a moment. "Whoops, my bad, Sarah," "No, it's this slippery little log here, Oh!" Suddenly she lost her balance and tipped backwards against me, managing to flip around in the process. She grabbed me and by my deteriorating foothold I knew we were going down. Luckily the moss was abundant and thick behind us, so when we did hit it was surprisingly painless. I struck the moss and she landed on top of me, half winding me, but I didn't even notice that. All I could notice was Sarah's plump, warm body pressing down against mine. Slippery log my ass, she knew how perfect this moss was to fall on. Her face was over mine, and her blackest hair was scattered and tossed around our heads in a cocoon of privacy. She was grinning mischievously. My hands were securely fastened to her waist, and they were quite happy there. "You okay, Mrs. Sarah?" "I'm doing just fine," "Gotta love this moss, eh?" We both knew exactly what was going on, and we both were playing game. "Shhh," she crooned, and brought her lips to mine in a kiss. I was only too willing. Our kiss was intense, loosing much of the restrained passion between us, and it just felt so good having the warm mass of her on top of me, pressing me into the moss, feeling those mammoth tits mashed against my chest. I looked into her shining green, hungry eyes. Her hands came up around my head, and I let my left drift up her smooth back exploring. As we experienced eachother, my right started to make its way up her side, on a mission. Before long it encountered the giant mound that was her clothed breast. Cautiously I started to palm the side of it. To my surprise she whispered, "Yes, squeeze it!" so I let my hand do whatever it felt like to that tit, which was squeezing, fondling, and kneading. I found her nipple though the fabric and pinched it; she squeaked in delight. I started to massage it with my thumb. My left hand got jealous, so it came around and started to feel-up and fondle her other massive breast, the whole while our moistened lips interlocking and playing and generally getting to know eachother. Her legs were wrapped around me, our groins shoved together. My cock was already hard, and she noticed. She ground against it dirtily. My right hand got ballsy once more and went to her stomach, feeling the soft skin there, and found its way under her top. I started to snake my way up to her huge, naked tits. It wasn't long before I found them and started frisking the warm, pliable flesh. With a laugh she sat herself up, grabbed the base of her top and lifted. The fabric peeled off her creamy stomach, a little slick with sweat, and then when her tits were set free, they flopped gloriously before my eyes. At least a G cup and totally natural, I was sure. They were perfectly proportioned and shaped, hand molded by an angel with a perfectionist's eye, and the excited nipples were large and swollen with vital, protruding areolas. She tossed her top away to the side. As I sat up I espied a droplet of sweat trickle down her neck and upper chest, all the way to her nipple where it perched. I took the tit in both hands and sucked that succulent nipple into my mouth, tasting the salty drop, starting to kiss, suck and lick with abandon. The nipple delights the tongue! She loved the attention and feel of my hungry lips on her nipples (tits are, after all, meant to be sucked). I migrated my mouth to the other breast, holstering one in each hand, all the while she looking down at me smiling and cooing, her ebony hair flowing about our heads. "You have perfect tits, Sarah," "Thank you, Craig," "Fuck I want you," "Here I am, honey," Momentarily removing my face from her heaven, I mean her chest, I surveyed the forest. Hah, awesome! Towards the lake fifteen feet or so away, parallel to the shore, ran a fallen birch propped over some other fallen logs on one end and a higher elevation of the ground on the other, roughly waist-high. I mean, that's too perfect. Maybe there is a God. I pointed and simply blurted: "There." "Lead the way, honey," "Yeah," She dismounted me, our groins parting reluctantly, and she kicked off her sandals (I did the same), taking my hand as I stood up. My mind was in a state of ultra-focus throughout this, admiring every movement and tremor of her enourmous, buoyant, brilliant tits, her nipples standing proudly at attention, excited, dancing in the broken sunlight with the gyrations of her breasts. Contrary to what she said, she started to lead me to the log by the hand. I tore off and threw my tee somewhere. The moss tickled our bare feet. Watching her naked, flawless back saunter towards the birch, occasionally catching a glimpse of a mighty breast bouncing to the side, was heavenly. The overwhelming expectation! I had a pretty damn good idea what was going to happen at that fallen birch, so help me God. Angel Lake She reached it several paces before me and turned around. I embraced her, wrapping my arms her, and admired her warm, beautiful, grinning face -- but behind that grin was the same emotion overwhelming me right now: carnal, hot-blooded lust. I hugged her, mashing her naked tits against my bare chest, and kissed her neck. Every part of this woman is amazing, I thought as I kissed up and down its soft, graceful length. Looking over her shoulder between the sparse trees, the lake struck me with its sublime, glistening beauty. I could hear the mild waves dieing on the rocks, the wind in the evergreens. "Turn around," I whispered. She complied and I embraced her stomach from behind as we looked out at the water. "Oh, Craig. This is perfect," I lifted her hair away and kissed the back of her neck, then continued my embrace around her soft belly. I let my hands float upwards along her skin, fingers fanned. I cupped her supreme breasts as well as I could, them being much larger than my hands, feeling the tits bulge out between my fingers, and started to massage and play, looking down over her shoulder. Oh, the feel of a supple breast in the fingers! My erection, which had been a constant for sometime now, I pressed into her huge ass. She responded by arching her body against it, and ever-so-slightly grinding her ass up and down. Ho-Lee-Fuck, can that drive a horny dude crazy. Enough was enough. I pulled her body from the log, undid the button and fly of her shorts and pulled them to her ankles. She was wearing a purple thong. I ran my hands back up the lengths of her legs and squeezed the taut, juicy cheeks of her wide, womanly ass. Between her legs I could clearly discern the mound of her pussy in the thong, framing a plump camel-toe. She must have some meaty pussy lips. I ran my hand up between her legs, massaging the inside of her haunch, and let the fingers gently grace and nick her mound as I stroked. She let out a sharp, sudden exhale of pleasure. Okay. Just like her shorts, I tore that thong down around her feet; she kicked it aside. I stood up and ripped my shorts and briefs off together and kicked them away. "Bend over, pretty lady," I whispered, lightly pushing her back with both hands, arching her over the log. "Oooh," she moaned submissively. She reached her hands back hooking the log for support as she bent. The smooth bark of the birch should be comfortable for her. I backed up and gazed at that huge, ripe ass with the pussy nestled right in the middle, eagerly awaiting a cock. I spanked around her healthy, jiggling rear a bit. Her pussy lips were meaty and glistening with wetness, parted slightly, hinting at the pinkness within, and though it was a little hairy down there, things were nicely trimmed. I kneeled down and started tonguing her pussy and clit. She moaned musically. The spread lips of her pussy were like fleshy, enchanting petals that sang out for my cock, who presently hung erectly and impatiently between my legs. I administered some more foreplay with my tongue, then stood up, placing one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping the base of my fully-aroused cock, a droplet of pre-cum being born as I stared at it. I adjusted my footing and brought myself right up to that bent-over woman, cock ready. I guided the head to her clit and nudged. "Oh there you are," she rasped, followed by a low, hungry laugh. I brought the head of my cock to her pussy lips and ran it up and down between them, teasing her. She moaned with hungry impatience. I brought it to her brink, then, like Moses parted the Red Sea, I parted those fucking pussy lips with my cock-head and started inching my way up inside her. She gave a sharp inhale followed by lascivious cooing as my cock forced its way inside -- as I mounted her. "Yes, give me that young cock!" "Fuck you're wet!" The instant those warm, wet fleshy lips enveloped my cock-head, kissing it, I myself let out an involuntary gasp of ecstasy. I slid smoothly and easily up inside her welcoming, buttery pussy, the first shove making it two-thirds in, as far as her lubrication would permit. By the third or fourth when my cock was properly lubricated I drove it all the way home, my balls coming to rest against her clit. She let out a loud, desperate moan that echoed across the waves when the entirety of me filled her cunt. And I just rested there for a while, leaned against her ass like that bent over the log, feeling a sense of completeness as her wet pussy throbbed around my hard, horny cock. My hands squeezed her waist. "How's it going, Mrs. Sarah?" She tilted her head to the side so I could see some of her face. "Fuck me, Craig, I need that cock!" she rasped as quickly as she could. I laughed, and obliged. I looked down and started to withdraw my veiny beast, her meaty pussy lips clinging to the shaft as I did. As the head left her pussy, the elastic lips snapped back into place primly, and my rock-hard cock glistened with her juices. I grabbed the base of my cock and started toying with her entrance, the sight of the bent-over female ass with the pink hole wet and parted beckoning my dick like a siren's call. Put it here. "Shove it in me!" she screamed. Now who can resist a demand like that? Slowly, gripping the base, I guided the head back into her luscious, blossoming pussy lips; they happily devoured my cock. I returned my hands to her waist and thrust hard, ramming myself all the way in. She moaned loudly and her rump vibrated from the impact of my hips. I started to withdraw again but stopped just when the head was wrapped in her lips, then thrust again. And again. And again. Now, truly, I was fucking Jared's Mom, and it felt awesome. I just let go and started pounding away at that ass, delving my dick in and out of her slippery pussy again and again. Soon her moans were joined by my grunts -- we made a good duet in those woods. Both our bodies were slick with sweat, lending each collision a wet, slapping sound. I reached over and caught her milk jugs swaying with our lovemaking, and clutched them while I boned. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" There was this supreme sense of accomplishment to fucking her. Feeling her pussy give to each thrust, receive my cock, welcome and dote on it. Staring down at her willing body I felt possessive, felt like I wanted to give this woman my cock and let her feel me inside her. Must be a male thing. Each time I dove into that wet hole brought me closer and closer to the brink, and that brink was coming up fast. "Shhh! Craig! Be quiet!" she hissed suddenly. "What?" I whispered back, still thrusting. "Canoe!" "Oh shit." Before us lay the lake interrupted by batches of trees, and from behind just such a batch away to the right a canoe was easing itself into the picture, not far from the shore. Maybe sixty feet away all told. Two figures were rowing casually. Had they heard us already? Possible, but it wasn't guaranteed. For the past few minutes our sound effects had been mostly of the flesh against flesh variety. One thing was for sure, though: any flagrant noise we made now would be heard. Sound travels so easily at the lake, and if they were to turn and stare hard enough in our direction, there we would be in all our glory, fucking like bunnies over the log. But this was too hot. The idea of those people right there with Sarah and me joined in coitus a stone's throw away was enough to take me over the edge. I felt the beginnings of the orgasm, and thought: Fuck it! I accelerated my thrusts. "Craig!" she whispered fiercely, but there was a crackle of mad laughter to her. Oh yeah! Here it comes! FUCK! I started to come, spasming against Sarah's pillowy ass, plowing my dick as deep as it would go into that pussy. My cock-head exploded, unleashing jet upon jet of sperm. Totally lost in the sensation, I pumped again and again helplessly, chaotically, clenching my teeth and jaws trying to stay quiet, but my breaths were harsh and ragged anyways. Oh fuck, who gives a shit. Suddenly Sarah started to spasm around my cock, shuddering and shaking, enhancing my own personal moment of nirvana. She was coming alright. I heard the ragged breaths and gasps of ecstasy escape her lungs, muffled as well as she could. I continued to ram my dick into her cunt throughout our mutual orgasm, sending the cum deep, and the canoe drifted past. It was still in sight, but didn't seem aware of us, or at least didn't show it. The climax subsided. I gave a couple victory thrusts against her mighty ass, watching the flesh of her cheeks ripple each time. How did this even happen? I leaned over and embraced her around the tits. We stood up and laughed quietly, still spasming a little bit. The canoe was out of sight now. "Holy shit, Sarah. That was too hot. Think they head us?" "Oh Craig," she said, grinding her ass sensually against me, my dick still in her, "I hope not. I wasn't even going to come, but then I felt your dick throb and felt the warm come inside me, and that was all it took." "Wow, I love to hear your sweet voice talk dirty." I backed up and watched my deflated cock flop out of her, soaked. On the heels of my cock poured a little stream of cum, sprinkling the moss. Well, if she get's pregnant, that would make Jared something like my son, and I would definitely whip some discipline into that little biatch once I'm man of the house. That might be a little weird though since he's a year older than me. She turned around and we hugged nakedly. Now that the lust was satiated, we embraced with only eachother's care and comfort in mind, communicating the love by touch. The way I stroked her hair, kissed her neck, cradled her back. "They're gonna wonder what's taking us," she said softly. "Yeah, yeah, I know," We rocked in eachother's arms. "Head 'er back then?" I asked. "We better," and she kissed me. "You mean I actually have to get some wood now?" "Oh, Craig," she play slapped me. Who knows what would happen. Maybe things would never go beyond the friends with benefits thing, which would be fine with horny little me. Part of me really did love this gorgeous, kind woman, though, with her blackest black hair and green eyes and mischievous smile. The age difference was kinda lame, but whatever. Having her in whatever way I could was better than not having her at all. "Okay, now where's my damn shirt?" With a snicker she pointed up a tree where it was snagged on a branch, well out of reach. "Oh, well isn't that spectacular." Looks like I'm climbing this fucker. "You think they knew we could see them?" "I don't think they noticed much more than eachother, Frank. They probably didn't even notice us." "Yeah, maybe, hon." He adjusted his ball-cap. "Good for them." he declared. "What?" said his wife. "Why don't we ever do anything like that, Molly?" She stuttered for a few seconds and began "Well..." "Wait, come here." and he kissed her. "Frank!" she laughed. Ten minutes later both fell into the lake when the canoe tipped over, but curiously the screaming began several seconds before the canoe tipped... We rumbled along the gravel road again, same seats, on our way back to civilization, comfortably numb in the post-high of a lake outing. Sarah was dressed the same. That's honestly one of the best weekends at the lake I've ever had. Sarah and I didn't find any more alone time after the wood-getting affair, which was okay, because there was this enourmous, blank future in front of us just brimming with possibilities. Most of yesterday had been spent swimming and exploring one of the trails behind the camp, and then we all relaxed around the fire until dark. When the sky was black we went to the shore and watched the starry sky. This morning, Sunday, we fished a bit off the shore, but mostly just relaxed and enjoyed the sunny water. Shortly before lunch a swimming Megan saw a beaver or something bobbing in the water, watching her from a distance curiously, so naturally she shrieked and swam for dear life, that crazy hoe. I'm surprised Jared and I didn't get up to more of our usual villainy, but the proximity of his mom who I wasn't in a hurry to disappoint had more than a little to do with that. We turned off the gravel onto the highway with a noticable softening of our tread and an increase of speed. Looking to my right, Megan was sleeping against the window, but this time with a pillow. Jared was focused on the twisty-turny road, and Chris was gazing out the window. My right hand, almost of its own sentience, went to Sarah's thigh and squeezed. Her eyes darted quickly to the others, saw their attention was elsewhere, did nothing. My hand ventured further and palmed her soft stomach, meanwhile her hand snuck to my thigh. Both of us kept our heads and gazes fixed forward. My hand drifted up, encountered the massive breast, and squeezed. She sighed almost inaudibly. My cock hardened. My fingers went overtop, found the bare cleavage of the right breast, curved over towards her other breast, then swerved out along the warm skin right under her top's fabric, my fingers gliding across her nipple one by one. Her graceful, feminine fingers went from my thigh to my crotch and pressed. "Gas time!" erupted Jared. Reactively, I snatched my hand out of her top, hitching the fabric in the process which snapped back against her tit loudly. No one seemed to notice, though, thank Jesus. Fuckin' risky! "Great, I need to piss," said Chris. Ahead on the road a gas station approached. Fuck, I was horny now. You can't rev a cock up like that and leave it hanging. Everyone was waking up and stretching. "Yeah, this is the last stop 'til home, you guys, so if you need drinks or anything now's the time," said the driver. "I could really use a sprite," said Megatron. She reached in the back pocket of Chris' seat and conjured forth one of the Twilight books. When did she hide that fucker in there? Shit! She's gonna be reading that bastard the whole way back? No more fondling Sarah? Shit shit shit shit fuck shitty fuck fuck... This was a bonafide tragedy in the making. Jared swerved off the highway into the station and brought the Jeep up to the second of the two pumps, the gas inlet being on the back right of the vehicle. Megatron hopped out right away and made a beeline for the unisex loo, thwarting Chris who shouted "Bitch!" after her as he jumped out of the Jeep. The sore loser shouldn't have betrayed his master plan. He sulked towards the store, deciding to make his purchases while he waited. Jared hopped out too but shouted back in at Sarah and me, "You guys getting anything?" "I'm good." "I'm okay, honey!" "Okay, you guys," said a quizzical Chris, who circled around to the pump and started filling 'er up. Comeoncomeoncomeon. Finally he holstered the pump and walked towards the station. Now, the Jeep's windows were tinted, especially the back ones, and you couldn't find a more convenient angle than parked at the second pump. I unzipped my fly and yanked out my stiff cock into the cool air, and it stood proudly and hornily at attention. "Craig!" "We've got like three minutes, Sarah. Probably less. Would you give me a blow-job?" She laughed her low, naughty laugh and lowered her head to my crotch. "Keep an eye out!" I lost sight of my cock as her blackest hair eclipsed my lap. The first thing I felt was her hand grip the base, steadying it, and then the warm, humid breath tickle the head. Oh God. Then the tongue! The wet tongue swirling around the head! Then came the warm, moist lips kissing my cock-head, enveloping it, eating it, and beginning the up and down lollipop motion. She would swallow almost to the base, then draw her lips back to the top, then begin again with a kiss that expanded over the head. Fuck her mouth felt good on my cock! To feel the wet lips smack around the crown, to stare down at her bobbing, beautiful head service me. My attention was divided between her blow-job and standing guard, staring over my right shoulder for any incomers. I tried to focus on this task, but it was hard with that heavenly mouth eating my cock again and again. Oblivious cars whizzed by on the highway, except for one that swerved in and stopped to get gas at the pump behind us. Oh shit, this was extreme. And the others could be coming back any second. Any second! Sarah seemed to sense the urgency and focused her sucking in tight formations around the head, hastening the climax. Oh man, it wouldn't be long. We're so bad. Oh yeah, here it comes! I felt the beginnings of the orgasm. Megan! Fuck you, Decepticon! Here she came ambling out the station's front door. Should I tell you, Sarah? We're so close, we can make it! Here it comes! YEAH! My cock-head exploded into Sarah's mouth, ejaculating the jets of sperm. She froze her lips around the head and received it. But the Megan! Oh, to reason during an orgasm... not an easy thing. As the final waves of cum oozed into Sarah's mouth, Megan reached the door, but I knew she couldn't see shit through the tinted windows. My hand shot to the power lock button, hitting it just as she pulled the handle in vain. "Sarah, Megan!" I gasped. She whipped her head off my wang with a suctioney *smack*, mouth full. "Open the door, asshole." I stuffed the glistening cock into my shorts as quickly as I could and zipped, then hit the power lock. Megan hopped in as I saw Sarah gulp and swallow, and glare at me. Yeah, more warning would have been in order. She'll forgive me. Megan was sipping a sprite slush. "Dirty fucking trucker's bathroom. They really should get another so girls get their own." "How was the graffiti?" I asked. "Well, it probably rivals what your mind could come up with." "That bad, huh?" "Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit." "I hope so. It would take some seriously disturbed truckers to rival Kreg the Barbarian." Chris and Jared came back together, Chris with chips and a Coke Zero, Jared with some gigantic, alien-looking energy drink. If a fucking critter bursts out of his chest as he drives, I'll be damned if I have to strangle it, but Chris is probably too wimpy. Then again, he might unleash a level34 PowerJab on the thing. Anyways, the guys hopped in and we were off. "How much was the gas, babe?" "Don't worry, Mom. I'm gonna take my part." "Thanks, honey." "Don't call me honey, or I'll slap you." "Someone's not borrowing the Jeep for a long time." "Oh, you know I'm kidding. Relax." "Brat." Sarah seemed a little peeved, but also exhilarated that we got away with that crazy shit. If Megan looked at her then she would have seen her gulping down my load, hah! The Woman eyed me as we drove along with fire of both anger and shared mischief. I was already starting to come when I saw Megan, so if I didn't come in her mouth, I would have plastered the inside of my gitch, and there's no way I could sit with that stewing in there for hours. Or worse plastered my shorts, shirt, and probably even fucking Megan as she opened the door. Sarah had to know that! Twenty minutes later I said, "Jared, stop the Jeep. I gotta piss." "What! We just stopped!" "I didn't have to go then!" Angel: Laying Down The Law Disclaimer: "Angel" and its characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. Summary: Kate interrogates Cordelia. Note: There is a bit of kinkyness here and some semi-non-consensual activities. Just in case that's not your thing. __________________________________________________ Summer in Los Angeles, hot and humid with a gritty quality to the air from all the particulate matter floating in the smog. As a result, the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel was stuffy due to the inability of the ancient air-conditioning system to adequately cool off the large structure. Cordelia Chase grumbled under her breath about the heat as she got caught up on paperwork. With Angel and the rest out of the office for the day, it was easier. Usually someone came barging in and... "Alright, where it he?" Kate Lockley demanded as she stormed into the former hotel's lobby. "Where's who? Oh...and knock much?" Cordy smiled bitchily at the attractive LAPD Homicide detective. "Ms Chase, I have a series of unexplained crimes that are a royal pain in my ass. I do not need some actress-wannabe adding to that. Where's Angel?" "Jeez, just 'cause you have a badge and all, it's not reason to be rude. How about 'Hi, Cordy. How are you? Have you seen Angel lately?'" The beautiful brunette smirked as she said this. "Listen missy, I'm looking for your boss, not a lot of lip from you. Keep up with this...uncooperative attitude and I'll arrest you for interfering with an officer of the law." Cordy looked at the slightly older blonde in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare!" Kate came around the counter and pulled Cordy into the office behind them, slamming the door. "Sit down in that chair and talk to me Chase." "Hey, Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS, or whoever you're channeling now, don't try these strong-arm tactics on me. I know how to defend myself." Regardless of her words, Cordy did sit in the old wooden office chair. Kate smirked, it was not a friendly look. "Ilsa, eh? Okay, we can work with that." She walked behind the chair, jerked Cordy's arms behind her, and cuffed the brunette with the chain going through the slats of the chair. Kate moved to the front of the chair, pulled another pair of cuffs out from under her jacket and shackled the speechless Cordelia's ankles. "Now, you want more?" Finally, clearing her throat hoarsely, Cordelia said, "What's the big idea? This is not funny, Detective. Unlock me right now!" "Mouthy little bitch, aren't you? Gonna have to put a stop to that." Kate hiked up her skirt, then slid her panties down to the floor. She grabbed Cordy's jaw with one hand and shoved her panties in the girl's mouth with the other. She looked around for something to secure the gag with and saw a trench coat on a hook. She grabbed the belt and wrapped it around the brunette's head, tying it off in back. Kate stood back with a small, evil grin on her face as she tapped her lower lip with her index finger. "Hmm...what else would Ilsa do? Oh, I know..." Stepping forward, the cop grabbed the front of Cordy's designer blouse and tore it open. Buttons bounced around the room. "Not enough," Kate muttered. She opened the desk drawer and found a pair of scissors. "Perfect," she said as she snipped the black, demi-cup bra between Cordelia's large mounds. The brunette tried to scream around the panties at the outrages her wardrobe was suffering. But, instead, she tasted something beyond white cotton. It was tangy and not exactly unpleasant. Kneeling, Kate lifted Cordelia's ass off the seat then yanked the skin-tight jeans down her legs. They gathered near the brunette's cuffed ankles. Grabbing the scissors again, she cut the black lace panties at the crotch and pulled them away. "Hmm, a bit damp down there. Seems you like this rough stuff, Chase," Kate said as she stood and punched the girl's stiff nipples. Cordy's eyes rolled in her head as she made some incoherent noises through the gag. She was wet and it embarrassed the hell out of her. "Well, to continue this in proper SS fashion, I guess I better get my night stick from the car." Kate walked to the office door and, with a wicked smile, added, "Don't go away." Cordelia sat there totally restrained. All she could do was pray that neither Angel or any of her coworkers returned to the hotel anytime soon. That would be worse than the time... She shook her head, refusing to remember that particular event back in Sunnydale. Too late for that though. She had gotten noticeably wetter as a result of the half-formed memory of she and Willow trapped in a supply closet in the high school. Kate walked into the hotel whistling a jaunty tune. In the office doorway, she stood and smiled, her hands behind her back. She saw the small puddle between Cordy's thighs. "Getting excited, Ms. Chase?" Cordy squeezed her eyes shut as she shook her head. But her body belied her actions as her nipples hardened in the warm room and her pussy leaked even more. Stepping forward, she knelt and in a sift motion, shoved something hard and cylindrical into Cordelia. The brunette's wetness made entry easy but the shock and surprise caused her to yelp into the gag. Looking down between her legs, Cordy saw the end of a old-fashioned police night stick protruding from her brown-fringed mound, the type before an additional grip was added at right angles to the main shaft. The other end, with the grip carved into it, was held by the broadly smiling detective. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Cordy managed to shake her head slightly. "How 'bout this?" Kate asked as she slowly turned the stick. She smiled when she heard Cordy moan. Taking a firm grip on the black-painted stick, Kate began to pull it out as she turned it. Then, still turning the shaft, she pushed it back into the aroused girl. Slowly fucking Cordelia with the antique billy club, Kate looked deep into her brown eyes. The younger girl's eyes were dilating from the pleasure she was feeling. Kate's eyes were alight with arousal as well. The feeling of control as she took the beautiful brunette was exquisite. But she was even more excited to know she had more planned. "Cordelia, I think you need to learn how to exercise that snappy little tongue of yours, don't you?" Cordy shook her head, her eyes wide with apprehension. Kate ignored that. Still keeping a firm grip on the billy club, deeply seated inside Cordelia by now, Kate pulled her skirt down one-handed over her hips until it landed on the floor. Her blonde pubic fur was dark and matted with her own arousal. "Hold this," she said to Cordelia in a mocking tone. Kate let go of the night stick and was pleased to see it didn't drop or even sag. She patted Cordy's cheek, "Very good, my dear." Undoing the belt's knot behind Cordy's head and tossing it aside, she then pulled the balled-up panties from Cordy's mouth. Putting one foot up on the seat of the chair next to Cordelia's bare hip, Kate leaned in and ran her fingers through the long, dark locks of Cordy's hair. With Kate's wet mound practically staring her in the eye, Cordy tried to protest, "What do you think you..." The rest of her protest was lost in the folds of Kate's sex as the cop pulled the starlet into her crotch. As if by instinct, Cordelia's tongue began to trace random patterns on the older woman's netherlips, occasionally slipping inside the blonde's heated core. "Oh yeah! That's right! That's what your tongue is for... Right there..." Kate moaned on and on, a combination of words and inarticulate noises. She held Cordy's face tight to her crotch. She managed to maneuver the brunette's nose to brush her clitoris as her tongue delved deep within. With a loud groan, the detective climaxed all over the former high school queen's face. She staggered back and sat on the edge of the desk, her breathing labored. Finally, she looked at Cordy, who amazingly hadn't said a thing the entire time Kate was recovering. It was quite an arousing site. The girl was still there, shackled in the chair. Cordy's face was wet from Kate's cum and her blouse and bra were hanging open exposing her naturally beautiful breasts while her jeans were still laying at her feet. The wet spot on the chair had grown and the night stick was visibly wobbling as Cordy tried desperately to hold it in. "I suppose you'd like some help with that?" Kate asked between panting breaths. "Y-yes, p-please. I don't know if I...can hold it much longer..." "Alright, since you did such a good job." Kate knelt between Cordy's legs and grasped the shaft, turning it in the girl. Then she pulled it out. Kate licked her lips unconsciously as she watched the girl's dripping opening slowly contract. Then she lowered her head... Cordy felt the detective's tongue on her achingly aroused pussy and dearly wished she could grab the blonde and force that smirking face tight against her wet heat. Instead she had to deal with the light, teasing touches of the woman's tongue. It was deliciously cruel torture. Squirming in the chair, her asscheeks squeaking in her arousal, Cordy begged the cop to give her release. "Please. Let me cum. Oh God, I need it so bad... Please..." But Kate refused to listen. When she felt Cordy on the verge, she sat back to savor the girl's flavor. After nearly a minute, she'd return to licking the girl's mound, thrusting her tongue inside Cordy on occasion. Finally, after following this routine for nearly thirty minutes, Kate gave the girl the release she was craving. "Ooooo.....Gooooddddd! I'mmmm cummmiiieeeeEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNGGGGG!!!!" The last came out as an incredibly high-pitched squeal as the brunette thrashed around in the chair. Kate managed to keep her mouth sealed on Cordy and swallowed as much of her cum as she could. Several minutes later, Cordy managed to open her eyes to see Kate sitting on the edge of the desk slowly stroking herself. "Hey," Cordy said in a weak voice. "Hey yourself," Kate replied. "Think you could let me go now?" Nodding, Kate found her skirt and retrieved the cuff keys from the pocket. She released the wrists first then knelt again at Cordy's feet to lift the denim and uncuff her ankles. Then she leaned forward and kissed the girl. Cordy hungrily returned the kiss, her tongue delving as deeply into Kate's mouth as it had into her sex. Finally, pulling back and adjusting her blouse, Cordy said, "You know, you could go easier on the wardrobe. This blouse wasn't cheap." "I could..." Kate agreed with a wicked smile. She had pulled her skirt on and leaned over to kiss Cordy once more before she left. At the door to the office, Kate looked back longingly and asked, "So, see you tonight? We can do the prostitute and the vice cop?" Cordy beamed and nodded eagerly. "You better believe it. And for later, I have the scarves ready. You know, you get off lucky, scarves are much easier on skin than those cuffs..." "Oh you love it," Kate countered. Cordy smiled and nodded as Kate stepped out into the lobby. She had to admit she did. "Hey! When do I get to play bad cop?" Kate paused and smiled. "When you get a badge, sweetie." The End.