To the Wild Country

Chapter Eleven.

Bill Maxwell had to cry out as Pam worked her magic down the length of him, moving in time with his struggles against the cuffs and the weight of the log.

"PAM!" he shrieked, trying desperately to pull away from her. What she was doing with her mouth was almost to the point of painful, and he didn't want their evening to end this way. "Pam, PLEASE!"

She stopped and looked up at him, grinning ear to ear. "Ah, so he speaks!"

Bill gasped, "Pam, please, hon! No more, please, I need you up here, I need... I need...." He couldn't continue, he was so overwhelmed by what she'd been doing.

Pam slid back up the length of his torso, straddling him, pressing herself against his tummy. She stopped with her legs folded under his arms, sitting on his chest.

Bill's eyes were wide as she scooched closer, to end within inches of his face. The firelight reflected off her left side, casting shadows over her in the most delightful and erotic way.

He lifted his head toward her, staring at her sitting on him so intimately. He licked his lips, his darkly greenish-brown eyes glowing as he watched her wriggle closer.

Bill looked up, marveling once again at the sight of Pam, her high breasts above him, her back arched.

"Pam, please...." he continued. "I want...I want you closer, get closer."

She did as he asked, moving her legs over his shoulders, poised above the mouth that she found so beautiful and expressive. Bill Maxwell showed her that he, too, had a very versatile mouth, and within minutes the forest was echoing with Pam's triumphant shriek.

She sagged down, folding herself over Bill's head, sucking her tummy in and out as she gasped. Her arms were locked, supporting her for a few moments, then she bent more to kiss the top of Bill's head.

"There, I think you've earned release, Maxwell."

Bill waited long enough for Pam to move, to retrieve the key from his jeans, and easily lifted his long arms up off the log and flung them over Pam, trapping her against him.

"Aha!" he said, laughing as he turned them over onto the hard, pine-needled ground. "Fooled you, didn't I, Davidson?"

"What the hell?" Pam screamed, laughing as he maneuvered them both gently, with Bill leaning over her, pinning her down.

He kept her in the fold of his arms, the cuffs helping to support her weight.

"You wanna let me out now, or do we continue like this? Either way's fine with me, I'm pretty limber in my old age."

He was supporting his weight, leaning on one elbow, while his leg hooked over Pam's, holding her in place. She struggled, in vain, until she realized he had her hook, line and sinker. She was immobilized.

"BILL!" she screamed, fighting him. He ignored her plea for release and bent to kiss along her jawline, her throat, working his way down the length of her long, slender neck. As he moved his mouth over her collar bone, spiraling into little circles of fire, he reached her breast, his lips, tongue and teeth kissing, lapping and nibbling on its way.

As Bill held Pam in the embrace of his long strong arms, her struggles became more half-hearted as her body began reacting to his attentions, whether she wanted it to or not.

"You trust me, Pam," he told her quietly, his wet mouth against her earlobe. He nibbled and lapped at her flesh, knowing he was right and not waiting for a reply.

He was pleased with the response he was getting. Pam managed to move enough to roll them more on the hard ground, so that Bill was flat on his back. He hefted her up, his hands squeezing painfully over her long thighs, into a squatting position.

"Yes, YES!" Pam cried out, his powerful motion driving a stab of desire through her, and she couldn't get into position fast enough.

"Bill!" she screamed as she pushed down at her hips, impaling herself on him, collapsing her legs against her feet so she could feel him drive deep into her. He was so big, so tight in her, that she felt he was reaching all the way to her navel.

"Bill, Bill! I... OH MY GOD!" she screeched into the starlit night. He'd loosened the iron grip he'd had her in, drawing his wrists over her hips, forcing her down as he thrust up. Pam was losing herself, grinding over Bill, up and down, front and back, his wrists on her hips as she moved faster, faster, his powerful legs and hips moving smoothly with her rocking motion.

The cold hard steel of the cuffs, in sharp contrast to the fire that was burning through her, enhanced the sensations overtaking her as she lost ability to think consciously; all she could do was roll with the passion that was threatening to burn down to the very core of her being.

The night became as day when the climax hit her, the pleasure exploding in her brain as she pushed ever harder down on him, as if she could draw him entirely into her, up to her heart, mind and soul.

When Bill felt Pam clench down on him, her eyes closed, her mouth opened as she gasped, he couldn't contain himself any longer. Never in all his long years could he have imagined being in such a setting, in the wild woods on a warm Summer's night, the trees aglow with star and moonlight, with the most beautiful woman he'd ever known screaming in such utter abandon from his attentions.

The white light of release rang through him as his bellow matched Pam's higher shrieks, and he clung to her, driving into her again and again till he was so exhausted, so replete, that he could only collapse back onto the hard ground. Pam sagged on him as well, enjoying the feel of his strong arms holding her tightly; she felt him hug her close as she relaxed on the chest she'd come to love so well.

After a few moments of lying thus, Pam's breath finally returning to normal, she felt him chuckle under her.

"What?" she mumbled against his sweaty skin.

"Not bad for an old vet, huh, Counselor?" he asked.

She looked up at him, his dark greenish-brown eyes alight from the fire and the residue of the mind-blowing sex.

She gently ran her fingertips over his glowing skin, amazed how he looked ten years younger, even after a long day in the sun and their vigorous lovemaking.

"Keep that up, mister, and you'll never be old!" she told him, smiling sweetly as she felt him wriggle under her. She was still wrapped around him, not having the maneuvering room to disengage. Fortunately, she was in no hurry to part from him. She'd done as she'd secretly wished: submitted to him. When he'd been wrestling with her, pinning her down so powerfully, he couldn't have known what a turn-on it was for her, and to have it culminate in the best sex she'd ever had in her life made her wonder if she COULD keep this as a "we've got tonight" dalliance.

But that was to think about later. Friday had already begun, and it was going to be a LONG day!