Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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NOTE: I tried to leave enough mistakes in spelling and grammar to make the literature police happy.
A man could get lost in Brenda's blue eyes. There's not too much out of the ordinary about Brenda with a trim waist, barely round ass, and B-Cup tits that didn't really fill the cup. The blond hair would stream down across the little Mormon wife's face as she'd fuck from her preferred position of above her husband.
This time they were in the woods, in the mountains around Chicken Creek in Utah with his back on a blanket as sticks and stones under him added to the hot tightness he felt from his wife's smothering cunt. She was trying to cum as she plunged down on his cock, his lips pulling hard on her little pebble-like nipples.
Then she reached it... an intense climax almost guaranteed every time. Damon let his seed surge into her as it felt like her cunt could ripped the knob off his cock the way it would grasp him. This little Mormon wife loved to fuck. She'd pull off him and let his cock slide from her crotch, then lay on her back and attack her clit, gradually migrating her fingers into her slit.
The first time she did that Kevin was puzzled and admittedly had hurt feelings.
"I've got to come down, Baby." She'd say. "I need to calm myself down to stop shaking."
That's what she did, too. Worked her self over for maybe ten minutes, rubbing that clit and sometimes getting three fingers in her pussy. After all that her hand would come to a stop and she'd roll over or get up and be done with it.
"One of these days you're going to make yourself cum while I'm watching you.' He teased.
"Why should I? You get me off really good."
"Just saying... that little thing of yours is going to get away from you and steal your soul." He laughed at that.
"Why? Would you want to see me make myself cum? I could, you know. If I wanted to!"
Ten years of marriage and four kids hadn't done a thing to her. Her stomach was flat and her pussy stayed up tight exposing just a split that barely showed outer lips. With the kids older now then could be left off with parents, grandparents, or a traded weekend with friends. This was a week at Chicken Creek Campground and the surrounding mountains, trails, streams, and wildlife.
'How could you say you could make yourself cum if you've never tried it?"
"I get so close. It could be so easy. You really want to see?"
That was a big "wife lie" as she smiled at him and lied to his face. Even though she'd get him to fuck her most nights of the week, every day, at least once each day, she'd get her fingers flying and bring herself off. She had her own favorite touches and could really give herself a jolt.
Damon nodded.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, it's a yes. Show me!"
Brenda laughed at her husband.
"Come on. Do it! Show me!"
She rolled over, spread her legs with her pussy pointing right at him. She got real serious and quiet. What would begin in silence became almost deafening ten minutes later with Brenda's fingers in a blur and a gurgle and a scream from her throat. Then there was silence again as she, absent of thought, brought herself down slowly.
"Wow! I never followed through to an orgasm before."
Another "wife lie" as the innocent acting wife smiled at her husband.
"Now, what do I do with all this extra mess?"
Damon looked at her messy cunt. It had never been that gooey after he had fucked her.
"You seem to have gotten off better by yourself than with my cock in you."
"Maybe I know where to push all the right buttons. Now something still has to be done about this mess."
Brenda touched her leaking slit and pulled her fingers back leaving a sticky stream of her cum from her slit as she moved her fingers towards her husband's mouth.
"Come on. Try it. I guarantee you'll like it. Honey, you can always spit it out."
Things were a little different. His Brenda would never carry on like this. First the self orgasm, then showing him her messy cunt, and now almost forcing him to suck the juices from her fingers. As her fingertips hit his lips Damon turned and spit.
"Seriously, Damon?
"Clean me up, Damon. Clean me up and this get the fuck juice out of me."
She seemed really pissed when he tossed her his t-shirt. Things were a little strained when the fired up the ATV for more trail riding. The bouncing around seemed to lighten the mood. She offered to take the front of the seat and steer knowing he'd not resist feeling up her tits.
Things got heated. They were taking the show back to the camper with Brenda really wanting fucked. They found trouble along the trail. There were four guys in a side by side. It looked like one that had raced by and buried them in the dirt the afternoon before.
The man by the driver's seat had a head down look. He remembered dusting them up the day before, too. That being said, you can't leave someone that far out in the mountains and not help. Damon pulled over.
"Hey! Boy are we glad to see you."
"What happened?"
"We don't know. It just shut down. There's plenty of gas and we have a spare can. There was no rattle or clank. It just quit."
"As you can see I've got no room to haul you and I'd tear my own up trying to tow you. Where are you camped?"
"We are in that spot just beside the campground."
"You're about twelve to fifteen miles out. That's a lot of walking."
Damon was suddenly feeling the power over the men.
"Could you haul us out one at a time and come back and get your wife?"
Damon could tell the guy was looking down Brenda's tank top. No bra. He was looking at her tits while she leaned over to hang on to the handlebars. Brenda had to know, but didn't move or do anything to stop it.
"There's no way I'll leave my wife stranded in the woods with 3 or 4 guys and a broken down side by side."
"Can you take here to camp and come back for us?"
"Is there someone we could call for you to help?"
"Everyone's one hundred and fifty miles away. Our phones don't work out here. I'm not sure I could give them directions to us anyway."
"I'll give the location to the Sheriff's Rescue when we get back."
Damon nudged Brenda. She lurched the ATV onto the trail.
About a quarter mile down the trail Damon yelled in her ear.
"You know he was looking at your tits, don't you?
"Yes. He was kind of cute."
"Not reason to let him look down your shirt."
"Jealous of some stranger looking at your wife's tits?"
"He tweaked her nipples and found them hard like little pebbles."
"Don't get me too hot, Honey. I'll slide off the seat before we get back!"
They rode pretty fast on the mountain trails. It was still a 45 minute trip.
When they got back they saw a little camper and a tent in the spot beside the camp ground. Damon and Brenda still had the little 8 spot campground to themselves. They had never been there when someone was there except deer season. Then there were hunters with deer carcasses hanging from the trees.
Damon checked the signal and called the Sheriff.
"Bad news... " He turned to his wife. The Rescue people are trying to get injured campers off a mountain on the other side of Nephi. They said to tell them to camp out until morning."
"What are we going to do? It will get cold for them up there tonight."
"It's an hour and a half round trap. There's four of them. It's Three-Thirty. It would be ten o'clock before I could get them down."
"You could pack up their tent and sleeping bags and take it up to them."
"Or... fuck them. Let the freeze their asses."
"You're not still mad because the guy saw my tits, are you?"
"No!" He lied. He was mad, but turned on a little."
"Come on, Honey. What if we were stuck and no one would help?"
"I don't suppose this is because you thought the guy was cute."
"They were all cute. Well, except the one guy." She laughed.
"Why don't I fuck you and we can pull up camp and move."
"Come on. I'll help you tear down their tent."
"There's no way enough of this shit is going to fit on the ATV to do them any good."
"So, I fuck you and we move on to another spot."
"No. There's no time for that. You go get them. We can't leave them up there."
Damon was pushing to the limit to cut down trail time after dark. Brenda went into their Motor Home. Thirty-two feet was about as much as you want to push up the road from the little town of Levan.
Her mind started a fantasy about being stuck with four strangers on a mountain. He fingers rolled her nipples and across her pussy. She undressed and laid back naked on the bed. That thing an innocent Mormon wife would never do started as she thought about the man seeing her tits. Things got out of control. She brought herself off quickly and went into the bath to clean herself up.
It had been 20 minutes. Damon was half way up the mountain. Brenda got back in bed naked and thought about those four men. She played, but didn't let herself cum. She fell into a nap. She awoke to the distant sound of the ATV returning.
Still naked, she peeked out the RV window. It was the same guy that looked down her shirt. He walked over to his camper while Damon stuck his head in the door to say he was headed back up.
Brenda wished she had time to fuck him. The stranger was sitting on his camper step. Things started to happen to Brenda inside that had never happened during her marriage. The Mormon mother of four was feeling it in her cunt for another man.
Maybe a little flirty play would be fun. She dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. As she walked towards the other campsite her nipples began to poke at the fabric of her shirt. She realized her pussy was nearly reaching the point of being described as "sopping wet."
The stranger's eyes widened as she got nearer. He looked her over.
"I was hoping you'd still be wearing the red tank top."
"Did you like what you saw."
"I liked it a lot. I like what I see now."
With his eyes glued to her chest Brenda stole a glance at his crotch. Apparently he wasn't as aroused as she was. Still, the bulge that was there indicated more there than she got from her husband.
