I imagine Carla on her knees in front of me.
No!Think of someone else. I fist my cock harder.
Think of someone else.
I can’t. It’s her. She’s on her knees, her ass in the air. Her skirt is tied around her middle, but in my imagination her pussy is bare and so damned pink. It glistens with her juices.
She wriggles her ass in the air, groaning even though I’m not inside her.
She’s covered in mud everywhere. It’s wet and slick over her body. Carla peels off her bra. Her tits are so fucking plump andmilky white against the brown of the mud. Her dark nipples are tight.
She goes back onto her knees, sticking her ass up high. A clear invitation.
I rub my hand over my tip, finding the pre-cum there, using it to coat my cock. I make a soft groaning noise as I start pumping again; this time, my hand moves up and down my slick shaft.
In my sick imagination, I’m on my knees behind Carla. I grab her lush hips. Then I’m thrusting into just about the tightest pussy I have ever fucked.
I grunt, my hand working my cock faster.
Her tits sway. She’s making these noises, her pussy so snug.
I bite back a hard groan as I start coming, my seed leaving my body in hard spurts. I keep fisting my cock until the shudders leave my body. I slow, finally letting go.
I lean against the tree trunk, trying to catch my breath.
My cock is still hard, but I feel better. It’ll go down soon.
Thank fuck!
I need to get through this, and then I need to find female company again. It’s been too long. Probably as much as two, maybe even three years since I was last with someone.
Far too long.
I’ve deprived myself. That’s what this is.
I stand, push out a deep breath, and then I’m walking through the undergrowth. I need to find food and something to drink. Then I need to get back to Carla…to Flint’s female.
14
Carla
It’s dark as hell in here. It makes no difference if my eyes are open or closed. For a moment there after Magma left, I very nearly clawed my way out of this dark space.
It’s terrifying in here.
I’m forcing myself to breathe slowly. Reminding myself that there is enough air and that I can get out whenever I want to.
I’m fine.
I’m safe.
At least the feral Red males can’t get to me in here.
I don’t know how long Magma’s been gone. Long enough that I’ve gone through every terrible thing that’s happened today at least three times. I also went through all the good things that happened.
Something moves outside. A low rustle, slow, with pauses in it that the wind doesn’t have.
I go completely still, my fingers curling into the dirt beneath me.
