Having watched a few buddies scale boulders, James realized the perfect shot was atop one at Devil’s Den State Park. He looked around but remembered his friends saying that not a lot of females enjoyed the sport of bouldering. When a well-built ponytailed woman, standing beside a man he assumed to be her brother, crooked a finger at him; he headed her way without hesitation.
Normally, he sought out a pretty girl or two for out-of-sight locations but this couple could at least provide directions. The minute he neared, she pointed at his camera, “Are you a professional photographer…um…?”
“James. I am a photographer…yes.”
She stuck her hand out, “Helena…everyone calls me Hell.”
James barked a laugh, seeing that they were at Devil’s Den, and shook her hand. The man thrust his hand out next as he said, “Her husband, Luke.”
Covering his surprise, James joked, “That’s not short for Lucifer, is it?”
Grinning, the man shook his head, “Actually, it’s short for Lucas.” Eying the camera, he said, “We saw you studying the boulder. Have you ever climbed one?”
“No but I want a shot from up there. Some of my friends have done it. Have either of you?”
Both nodded while she said, “We can flank you if you’d like. I’ll go first, then you, and Luke can help from the end.”
James nodded, “Sounds excellent.”
Luke began searching for small twigs and branches, shoving his findings into a small tote. Hell boldly reached out to feel James’ bicep, “Upper body strength is good. Do you work out?”
James’ eyes flew to her husband who was grinning while shoving dried brush and leaves into his bag. Her hand slid over to James’ chest as she stepped up to him, “Maybe when we reach the top, we can set up camp. Play king of the mountain and have some…fun.”
James cocked an eyebrow at Luke who lifted a shoulder and threw his hand up, “I like watching.”
Quickly getting the picture, James nodded, “Let’s mount this rock.”
She slung a pack over her shoulder while her husband strapped the tent to his back. They set off ahead of James, drawing his eyes immediately to Hell’s exquisite ass. He secured his camera pack to his hip, hoping the husband was indeed only going to watch. Carefully making note of where she placed her fingers, he followed her but soon lagged behind.
Even though the boulder wasn’t huge, it took them longer since he was new. With Luke directing from behind, James spotted Hell thrust her arm over the edge for him to grab. When he was even with the top, she grabbed his shirt instead and helped him over. Adjusting the camera, he sprawled on his back and took deep breaths.
She leaned over him, “Takes a toll, doesn’t it?”
Dimples sprang into his cheeks as he rose just as Luke pulled himself over the edge. Before he lost lighting, he quickly assembled his camera and snapped a few shots. Turning the lens on the couple as they set up camp, he continued to gather shots from every angle. Luke and Hell went about setting up the tent, expertly laying out the placement of the small camp as if the camera wasn’t present.
He focused beyond them, zooming in to capture a waterfall on one side while noticing the distinct lack of people. Grinning to himself, he pulled his lens back to the spacious tent and wondered if they’d done this before. As the light waned, Luke produced flint and started a fire.
“I hope no one sleep walks.”
James’ eyebrows flew up, having never thought about rolling off the massive boulder in the middle of sleep. He’d never slept perched atop a massive rock. Hell rolled her eyes at Luke before glancing at James, “We’re safe up here. We’ll be in the tent. Unless you wiggle out of a zipped up sleeping bag and manage to maneuver outside it, you’ll be fine.”
“I sleep heavy. I won’t have issues sleeping by the fire.”
They settled around the blaze, pulling out beef jerky to share with James. Hell asked, “What accent do I detect?”
Grinning, he said, “Probably several combined. I tend to absorb them when I travel. It takes a while to shake.”
They asked where he’d been last, causing his mind to fly back to the stepsisters in the bomb shelter, “Survival Town, Nevada.”
Both frowned as Luke said, “Never heard of it.”
“It’s a tour of the nuclear testing site.”
“What brings you to Arkansas?”
“My photography. A friend suggested the parks here. He said the foliage was brilliant this time of year.”
Luke nodded, “Just wait until you see the low lying mist in the morning. Be careful on this rock…it may get slick. Mornings are always dangerous.”
The way he said it held a double meaning, causing James’ gaze to dart to his wife. She was grinning as she explained, “The moisture clings to the rocks. You know what they say…slippery when wet.”
James couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head, “I take it that you two swing?”
Luke shook his head, “Cuckholding’s our game. I get off watching another pleasure her.”
“How did that start?”
He shrugged, “I’ve always fantasized about it. After getting drunk at a 2000 New Year’s Eve party, we decided to try it.”
Astonished, James said, “You guys have been doing this for almost fourteen years?”
They nodded as Hell said, “You’d be surprised at what you learn when you step outside the norm.”
Easily relating to that, James said, “Oh, I’m not judging. I’ve had my adventurous times. It’s great that you’re both okay with it. I don’t want to wake up hanging over the edge of this boulder.”
Laughing, Luke shook his head, “We’re a little different than most of the scene. I don’t join but, since she’s insatiable, you’re simply the snack.”
“Ah…I get it. I’m the starter and you’re her main course?”
“There you go.” She shrugged and added, “That’s how I got my nickname. I’m a hellcat in the sack.”
Completely intrigued and growing hard, James offered, “More than enough to go around…yes?”
“Oh…yeah, she’ll wear you out and then some.” Luke’s expression backed up his words, “She’d be happy with three times a day…or more. She’s a sexaholic.”
As if to mark Luke’s words, Hell crawled over to James and said, “It’s growing chilly out here. Time for you to warm me up.”
Without waiting for a response, she lounged across his lap. He didn’t see Luke move outside his range of vision but, when he looked around, spotted him settling beside the tent. Hell laid her hand on his stubbled cheek and said, “Forget he’s there.”
Before he had a chance to speak, her teeth nipped his lower lip. With his cock already a length of steel, he drove his fingers into her hair and pulled the ponytail free. Wavy chestnut tresses spilled over her shoulders. Armed with the knowledge she was a hellcat, he bit her bottom lip and groaned when she thrust her breasts against his chest.
Curling a hand under her arched back, he shifted to lay her on the blanket where he’d sat. She pulled at his shirt, pushed at his pants, and moaned when his tongue danced over hers. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back to rid himself of clothing while watching her wiggle out of her own.
Firelight winked off his cock ring, granting a gasp from her as she wrapped her fingers around him. Accustomed to a surprised response, he received a joyful, “Ah…hell yeah. You’re beaded!”
“For…” Her mouth slammed onto his, cutting off added pleasure.
He never would have guessed she was between a size C and D from her mode of dress but hissed when her full breasts pressed against his chest. Rubbing nipples under his thumbs drove her back off the blanket, drenching the air with her whimpers.
Needing a taste, he dragged his mouth from hers to tease her nipple with his teeth. She clawed his shoulders, begging him to let her suck his cock. He shifted to give her access and cursed when she clamped onto him, drawing him all the way into her throat and swallowing around his bulbous head.
He’d had plenty of women eagerly give him head but she raised the bar. Forcing herself to gag, she rubbed her saliva over his balls before collapsing her cheeks in a fierce vacuum around his shaft. At the same time, she continually swallowed around his swollen head.
When her tongue danced down his shaft, lavishing the imbedded beads, he barked a harsh groan and drove fingers to fist within her hair. At his sharp tug, she uttered a long moan over his cock. The vibrating sensation travelled all the way to his balls, making him mutter a string of curses as he pulled her off.
“Holy Hell! If you want…”
She pushed him onto his back, “Oh…I want!”
She bit his chest as her nails raked over his shaft, down his balls, and pushed at his taint. Realizing she was damn serious when she’d called herself hellcat, he grabbed her hips and speared her on him. She howled his name, grinding on him and immediately queefed around him. Pushing her upward to watch her arch and grind above him in the firelight, he caught her clit between thumb and index finger to twist.
Her eyes glazed as she gulped air, arching backward to grab his legs and thrusting her brilliant breasts forward. Rolling the pearly ball between his fingers, he bumped her deep inside at the same time. In queefing frenzy, her porn-worthy cry echoed around them as she climaxed and drenched his cock.
Bucking wildly on his cock, her glazed eyes devoured him as she fell forward on his chest. Her hair tossed forward, creating a sexy image he wished he could photograph. Rolling, he experienced a heart-stopping moment when her hair spilled over the edge of the boulder.
She grabbed the edge, pulling herself toward it so her head would hang over. At the same time, she urged him to fuck her harder. Watching her take in the upside down view while he pistoned into her as her breasts heaved into the air, the raw danger of the moment amplified his own desire.
With every sharp thrust, she tugged herself closer to the edge. Realizing she was getting off on it too, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Every muscle in his body tensed as he spilled inside her. She twisted under him, pushing herself away from the edge as her hips ground against his.
Even though he’d climaxed and knew she had as well, she pushed him onto his back and pulled out to slide down him. To his surprise, her tongue dragged down his slowly softening cock. Pouring hot breath over him, she relished every minute of licking him clean before patting him, “Relax but don’t go to sleep yet. We’re not done yet. I still have another hole to fill.”
She didn’t wait for a response but wiggled her ass as she crawled toward her husband who was now inside the tent. James lay beside the fire, unable to shut out the frantic moans and grunts from inside the tent. To keep his mind off it, he placed more branches and scraps of wood onto the dying fire.
She reappeared shortly with her ass cheeks reddened. Wanting to immortalize her sexy image, he held a finger up, “I need my camera and you by the fire.”
As he retrieved it, Luke strolled out of the tent with a sleeping bag wrapped around him and tossed another one by the fire, “I thought you might want to snap some photos of her.”
James nodded, “Mind sitting by the fire and spanking ass and tits for me.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
As the firelight danced over her naked body and wild hair, he snapped from all angles. She writhed on her husband’s lap, urging him to slap harder as she thrust her nipples into the air. When he was done, she plunged her fingers into Luke’s hair and beat his face with her breasts as her hair danced wildly over her shoulders.
Aroused once again, her gaze fell on James, “Surely, you’ve experienced some wickedness in your time.”
“Ah…most definitely.” He grinned when she slapped her own ass and crooked a finger. Luke suddenly asked, “May I snap a few photos?”
James trusted no one with his expensive camera but grabbed a digital and adjusted it. After a few pointers to Luke, he handed it over. No sooner than the object was out of his hands, Hell grabbed him, “I want you…to tear me… the hell up. Bite it, spank it, and fuck it.”
She settled onto all fours before lowering her face to the sleeping bag and spreading her legs wide. When he reached under to lubricate her, she slapped his hand away, “No…make it hurt.”
Thrusting two fingers up her ass, he stretched her wide before slamming into her. She gasped, slapping the thick covering before cursing as her whole body went limp. He slapped her ass, fucking her harder, and was rewarded with her pussy making wet sucking noises. Feeling her ass clench tightly around him, he groaned when she roughly squeezed her breasts and squirmed on the sleeping bag.
Digging his fingers into her soft cheeks, he roughly fucked her while heating her ass with the palms of his hands. There was no doubt that she enjoyed pain, writhing under him before twisting onto her side and rubbing her clit against his leg. He fucked her even harder for an undeterminable amount of time, marveling at her ability to continuously orgasm.
As her wet queefs rang around them, he lost control and jerked inside her. She gasped as his cock ring fired sensitive regions deep within, causing her ass to spasm uncontrollably. Exhausted, he toppled sideways and wondered if she were actually satisfied.
She sighed as she pulled off James, “Luke, are you ready for Hell to break loose?”
“Get that sweet ass over here.”
James chuckled, unable to gather the strength to even sit up. He was left to think, No wonder they require two men…Holy Hell!
At the last words, he grinned before catching the dampened towel that Luke threw his way. Muttering a thanks, he cleaned himself before climbing inside the sleeping bag. He was too exhausted to care about the slight dampness and fell into a deep sleep to the sounds of the couple’s rough play.
The next morning, he jerked awake to the smell of coffee. Sitting up, his eyes widened at the blanket of mist. Scrambling for his camera, he started taking photos as Luke asked him how he liked his coffee. After telling him he’d drink it any way they served it, he grinned at the waterfall churning up the mist.
While snapping several more photos, he spied Hell with her hair down carrying a bundle of broken sticks toward the boulder. Zooming in, he caught an image of her parting the mist as if she were indeed a force of nature. He couldn’t help but think, Sexy thing can rock some wood…yes!
Even though the moisture clung to the rock, she slung the small bundle over her back and expertly scaled the boulder. James took several photos, mesmerized at the image of her looking up at him—long wild hair swept back and heat in her eyes—as if Hell had replaced Mother Nature and made a home of Devil’s Den.
By the time he helped her over the edge, he was grinning from ear to ear. She thanked him, stole his cup of coffee, and promised to refill it when the fire was replenished. Luke set to work, rekindling the fire and brewing another bit of coffee. Settling around it, Hell asked, “Can I request a copy of the photos or are you the…tightfisted sort?”
He produced a business card, “Send me an e-mail when you get back home. As soon as I get back to civilization, I’ll forward them to you.”
With a sly grin, she said, “You know I’ll throw some wrath your way if you don’t.”
Displaying dimples, he nodded, “You can be wrathful on me any time.”
As their laughter died, Luke sat next to them and passed out deer jerky. As soon as they’d eaten, James helped them break down the tent and collect their gear. Luke extinguished the fire, making sure the embers were out as well. They set off back down the boulder with Luke directing him the entire way.
This time, Hell attached a rope to her waist and connected it to him. When they reached the bottom, he shook hands with them both and promised to keep in touch. She called back as they left, “Now you can truthfully say that you’ve seen all Hell break loose!”
Throwing a hand in the air, he wished them well as he headed toward his vehicle. He couldn’t wait to see how the photos turned out. Finding a local Wi-Fi hotspot, he transferred them and grinned at the image of her climbing the rocks.
Marking it Mother Nature: Sexy as Hell, he created a thank you draft to send along with it. Satisfied with his adventure, he drove onto the highway to find another source for his roaming lens.
~~ The End ~~
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