About 15 minutes into Kristy's nap, I realize it's going to get dark soon, and since we didn't pack for an overnight, I decided we should get going. Though I could wake the sleeping beauty next to me with soft words and gentle nudges, I instead go for shock value and place one of the ice cold bottles of water on Kristy's bare stomach. She gasps for breath as her eyes open wide and she stifles back a scream. Slapping the bottle out of my hand, she looks at me with a mask of anger as she sits up and covers her chest. Why she does this I have no idea, but I laugh at her reaction. I stand up fully clothed and loom over her, my figure blocking out the sun, which has began it's trek back beneath the horizon. "You should probably get dressed so we can get going. The sun'll be gone after too long and that's when the forest dwelling cannibal tribes come out looking for naked girls to rape and eat alive."
Kristy laughs as she slides her pants on and gets dressed. "But you still haven't given me that cock I've been waiting so long to feel." she says, with yet another sly smile as her hand brushes over the front of my jeans, where my cock remains semi-hardened from our earlier adventure.
"I'd love nothing better than to bend you over one of these fallen trees and slam your snatch repeatedly like you've never been fucked before, but we'll have to save that for another time, cuz we gotta go." More than a little disappointed and contorting her visage to that of a pouty faced brat who doesn't get what she wants, Kristy hits the ground with her fists in a mock tantrum. Kissing her firmly I laugh again, then make a sudden grope of her breast. "Now let's go before the wild animals come out of hiding looking for a supple piece of female flesh for dinner." Throwing her shirts over her shoulder, Kristy puts on her bra and prepares to head out without covering her upper body... she never gives up with torturing my libido.
During the entire hike back she takes every advantage to make me suffer. One time she stopped suddenly while I was behind her, rubbing her ass up and down the front of my jeans when our bodies made contact. Anytime she'd turn around to talk to me, she'd make damn sure to arch her back and push out her chest. I don't know how, but I'd swear she managed to make that bra tighter so her tits were barely contained. Several times she'd reach back and grab my package, always giving me an insincere "oops, sorry" excuse. Of course, the whole way my cock had found new life and was rubbing against the metal teeth of my zipper, a pain which actually urged my lust on more so.
Every time she made contact with my jeans, she KNEW what was going through my head and she liked it, because it made her job of driving me insane that much easier. All her talk about how much she hates her body must be some kind of trick that makes guys like myself unprepared for her games, and I completely understand now. The only question is, how long can I hold off until I just HAVE to have her again? We were less than a mile from where this entire journey had began, when she decided to up the ante. She stopped for a minute and said she had to take a piss.
Being a gentleman I decided not to watch... besides, I'm not into the golden shower thing. I sat down on the ground with my back to her, leaning against a tree. After about five minutes of sitting there and rubbing myself, I finally called out, "Dude, what are you doing, marking your territory?! Hurry the fuck up, we gotta get goin." When she didn't reply, I started to wonder if she'd gone on without me as some little joke, so I stood up and turned around. I could see the back of her head from the top of the bushes she'd decided to relieve herself behind, and decided that if she wasn't going to answer, then I was gonna be a jerk and attack her while she was in the middle of her "business". As I got closer though, I could hear her breath, taking familiar short gasps. Sure enough, when I was upon her, I could see she had her hands in her pants and was casually playing with herself. Looks like she would be the first to cave-in this time.
She knew I was there as she looked over her shoulder, flashing me a seductive grin. It lasted only a moment as her face instantly returned to a look of lust and self pleasing as her fingers worked themselves around inside herself. Okay, time for Round 2. I walked over to the other side of the small clearing, across from her and took my shirt off. Reaching down, I undo my belt and unbutton my pants. Taking down my zipper I push my jeans down around my legs and my cock springs forth, throbbing before I even touch it, the veins bulging and my tip unsheathed from my foreskin.
Eager to avenge my previous loss at our game, I grasped the base of my cock and start to stroke it slowly as my other hand explores my testicles. Knowing that I'd be more turned on by the site of her exposed pussy as she played with it, Kristy worked her own pants down around her ankles, sitting on her knees as she worked her fingertips around her clit. Again she was sopping wet and looked at me with eyes that displayed no emotion, just animal desire. Spreading her lips for me, I watched as her fingers glistened with her moisture and teased at herself. She slid a finger into her hole and made a pouty little face at me as she sighed. I replied in kind, pointing my cock upward so she could see the entire length of it as I stroked it slightly faster.
Using a little technique I learned while jerking off for my webcam, I repositioned my fingers and tugged down on my sac so it looked like my cock was even bigger than it actually was. A sticky stream of precum dribbled out onto my fist, but since I'd yet to reach orgasm, this wasn't over yet. She tried to pace herself and slow down in an attempt to prolong her orgasm, but the sight of my precum caused her to lick her lips and give up control. Her fingers pounded into herself faster and harder. Though her bra was still on, she was squeezing her tits and pinching at her nipples from beneath the fabric. She was unable to control herself and fiercely rubbed her clit, wanting only to cum now. Biting her lip I saw a single tear drop from her eye as she let out a long and deep growl, which turned into a soft purr after it's peek.
The familiar sounds of squishing fluids against rubbing flesh was apparent as her body ripples again slightly, her fingers still pounding away as her breathing begins to subside. I'd won this time and I was about to name my own prize. As she sits there hunched over, rubbing her pussy lips and massaging the cum over herself, I stand up and walk over to her, my dick still very hard. Standing next to her, I run my fingers through her jet black hair as she looks up at me. Whether she was willing to admit defeat or decided she was hungry for cock, she parts her lips and runs her tongue around my tip.
She flicks at my hole with the tip of her tongue, then begins to lick at the underside, massaging my balls with her hand as she grips my ass, pulling me closer to her. Grasping the base of my meat shaft, she squeezes it hard before engulfing it with her mouth in one swift action. I can feel it hit the back of her throat and give a small thrust when the muscles of her throat spasm in a gag reflex, clenching down hard on my aching cock. As she bobs her head in and out out of my pelvis, I can feel her tongue tickling the underbelly of my dick. The tongue stud feels incredible as the cold metal ornament dances over my pulsating veins and bringing sensations to my foreskin that no mouth has ever accomplished.
It wasn't long before I was hunched over her, arms wrapped around her head as I began to thrust, fucking her mouth, my ass tensing at her touch as I feel the climax building inside my swollen testicles. Finally, arching my back and closing my eyes tight, I grunt and force my cock all the way down Kristy's throat. She gags as I fill her mouth with my milk, holding her head in my hands as I shiver and convulse, emptying my balls into her. She looks up at me with a look in her eyes that can only be described as "Was I good?"
To reply to her silent question, I rub her cheek with my thumb, smile slightly and groan out a long, "mmmmmmmmmmmmm" sound. Pulling my cock from her lips, she then regurgitates my sperm and lets it slide down her lips and off of her chin like a porn star. Rubbing some of it on her erect nipples and stomach, she spits up the rest and reaches for her shirt to wipe it off. Though I was hoping she would swallow it like my girlfriend, I guess it's no problem that she spit it out, considering she usually refuses to swallow a cock, let alone a mouthful of seed. Pulling her pants back up and fastening the Velcro once more, she stands and licks my ear before kissing my cheek and starting back up the hiking path. I put my shirt back on and begin following behind once more.
The only thing on my mind is, "Wait, she didn't try to ride me... guess I should be ready, cuz I know she's gonna try again before this is over."
For most of the last mile, we don't say much to each other. Every joke I make is met with silence and the only noise she makes is to cough. I wonder if she felt violated when she sucked my cock, as if I'd forced her to do something that disgusted her. She didn't try to tease me anymore, and even put both her shirts on as the walk progressed. Either she was personally disappointed for losing that last test of wills or she was resenting me because I'd apparently put her into an uncomfortable position from which she saw only one demeaning way out. I was confused now. I wasn't staring intently at her ass, or lusting over thoughts of her tits and pussy, or even planning my next move. I was simply slouching along behind her like a scalded dog whose owner suddenly wasn't interested in playing fetch with him anymore. What happened? I mean, she'd given me that teasing lick of the ear and that kiss on the cheek, so why was she suddenly acting like she was alone in the woods?
