CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mara hummed at her work. She was preparing a large salad for lunch. Tim was out in the wooded part of the island, looking for berries he knew grew there and should be ripened at this time of the year. So absorbed in her work was she that she did not see the boat drift in to the dock and the man tie it to a cleat, and then come up the path to the patio. The first she knew of a strange presence was when there came a knock at the patio door. She raised her head and listened and the knock came again. It would not be Tim, she thought; he had not been gone long enough. She laid aside her implements for making the salad and silently approached the patio door. The shadow of a man loomed against the glass and she hesitated momentarily, thinking of her recent struggles with Bill Trooper. Then she recalled that he would be in jail by now, and she continued to the door. He smiled at her through the glass and she opened it slightly. He was tall, well over six feet and was dressed in a green-gray uniform, with a broad-brimmed hat, brown belt, with pants bloused over sturdy walking boots. “Mrs. Fletcher?” He removed his hat and she saw that he had black, curly hair. “Mrs. Fletcher -Mara Fletcher?” “Yes.” She liked his face, the smile that was friendly and the teeth that gleamed whitely in the brown of his face.
She also liked the athletic look of his build and the subtly shaped bulge that hinted at the crotch of a well- endowed individual.
“Yes,” she continued. “Can I help you?” “Well, perhaps. I am the newly assigned forest ranger for this district. I am meeting all the people who live on the fringes by themselves, and away from centers of population. I saw your name on a list, made up by my predecessor, and so I thought to look you up.” “Oh, well, then.
Have a seat there on the patio and I'll bring you a drink. How about a beer?” “Fine.” He smiled and, turning, sat down. As he did so, she saw the outline of his cock through his pants and knew that this man could give some woman a good time. She tingled in her loins at the thought, as she hurried to the fridge and took out a beer for each of them. “Cans all right?” she called as she came back toward the patio. “Wouldn't think of them any other way,” he called back.
She came from the house and handed him one, pulling the tab on her own and sitting on a redwood lounge across from him. “You have a son,” stated the ranger. “Wait a minute,” she interrupted. “You know my name and that I have a son. But you haven't told me your name.” “Oh, so I haven't. I am Henry Truman, Hank to all my friends. And I hope you will be a friend- and soon.” He was eyeing her curves, generously exposed in her mini-bikini. One nipple nearly slipped from the bandage of a bra over it, and hairs from her bush and about her cunt crept out from under the slight strip of cloth that covered (barely so) her cunt slit. “How old is your son?” the ranger asked, not really interested, as he eyed the plump outline of her cunt through the thin strip of material over it. Mara noticed his look, and rested her legs apart slightly, to give him a better view. She was getting ideas about this man. “Eighteen,” she answered. “Do you have a family?” “I have a daughter, just turned eighteen,” he answered. His cock was getting larger in his pants as he noticed her ease those white, plump thighs apart and saw the outlined slit of her cunt. He spread his legs a little to let the hardening prick have a little more room. “What is her name?” asked Mara. As if I really care, she thought, noticing the growing bulge in his pants. She rose casually and going over to the sofa where he was seated, she sat down beside him and leaned back on the arm, moving one leg up beside her, and casually dropping an arm over it. Her entire pelvis was now open and outlined to him. He could see a dark, moist spot in the center of her panty strip, which told him she was beginning to cream. “We named her Cherry.” He smiled. “With youth the way they are now, I fear she does not live up to her name.” She answered his smile and taking one hand she caressed her breasts and eased one up until the nipple showed above the rim of the slight cup.
“One gets so uncomfortable in clothes, after going nude about the house, don't you think?” she said softly. “Oh, definitely. I agree. If you are used to going nude, you should be natural all the time. Don't let me deter you from your comfort,” he murmured, his cock now pushing out the cloth of his pants in a huge tent. “It looks like you are uncomfortable, also. Shall we both become natural?” she suggested. And with a little laugh, she rose and slipped the bra off, allowing her full tits to swing free. He gasped at the fruity sight, the large nipples full and desirous, and the bobble and weave of the enticing, mouthwatering glands. “Right on.” He grinned, and eagerly began to remove his shirt. In a very few minutes they were both naked, and eyeing each other with obvious pleasure. “You are a very handsome man, Mr. Hank Truman,” she said demurely. She was grasping her beer in one hand and idly caressing a plump breast with the other. Her nipples were hard and peaking, large and full in her excitement. She shifted so he could get a good look into her crotch area. “Well, thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.” He grinned again and leaned back, sipping on his beer. His cock swung out as he looked at her, pointing up and out and then, hardening fully, stood arched back against his belly. She admired it; about seven and a half inches, she thought, and thick enough to fill a woman's cunt nicely. But not as nicely as Tim. She put her beer down arid warmed her hands between her thighs and then scooted close to him. “I like what I see,” she murmured. “May I get better acquainted with him?” “Oh, by all means.” Hank sprawled a bit more, opening his thighs, so she could have better access to his cock. His balls were huge, larger than Tim's even, she noticed, and the sac was tightening with the excitement that ran through his loins. She reached out and kissed his chest and then tongued his nipples, until the little centers stood up like bee-bees. He breathed heavily and caressed her tits, making them swing and tremble. She murmured and slid her lips on down his body, tonguing his belly-button, licking the depression and then down until her tongue was darting out to touch the knob of his throbbing cock.
She teased him a bit, licking his cock, running her slick tongue about the head, rimming it and tonguing the little piss-hole delicately. Then she lapped on down the length of his thick shaft and to the balls. Cupping them gently in her hands she licked them and then, opening her mouth widely, she gently ingested first one and then the other, rolling it about in her mouth. It made him jerk and tremble, and fearing she was bringing him pain, she let them slide out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the shaft again. “Where is your daughter this morning?” she asked him, slowly jerking him off, loving the feel of his cock, the enormous size of the strutted knob at the end, the little line of clear, lubricating juice that ran down out of the little slit to smear stickily upon her fist. “Oh, she and that garage attendant, Jerry, are out fishing on the lake,” he answered, his hips still heaving gently in a fuck-motion, making his cock slip up and down in her fist. “Better watch out for that Jerry,” she murmured, her mouth poised above the purple knob, forming into a beautiful round O, prior to letting the bulk of it slip into her hot, moist mouth. “Cherry can take care of herself,” he murmured, pushing upward, so that his knob rubbed gently against her lips, smearing them with the liquid oozing from the slit. “He gets fresh with her, she'll heave him over to take a swim with the fish.”
Mara thought, I'll bet. That Jerry probably has his beautiful cock up her slot right now. But she did not voice her opinion. Her attention was now taken up with an entirely different matter. She decided to give this man a head- job that would be the experience of his life.
She decided to do the deep suck-job on Hank and make him realize that she was someone to contend with in the sex department. Tim would be gone for an hour or more and that was more than enough time to suck and fuck this handsome devil. So she pushed him into the position she desired, and stretched herself in the position needed to angle her throat the right way, so the big, thick knob would slide down her throat. She began to lick his cock slowly, running her tongue around the rim of the cockhead and over the surface. He grunted and strained in her grasp, his loins roiling with the rise of his cum. He gasped as she slowly slid her lips down over the thickened knob and then, opening widely, took it all into her mouth. “God, you sure are good at that,” he exclaimed, his body trembling with his excitement. She murmured unintelligibly, for her mouth was filled with cock. Her tongue roved it and her cheeks sucked in to rub against the sensitive nerve-ends. He quivered and gasped and his hands came down to hold her head. She eased her mouth downward, feeling the thick vein underneath with her lower lip, and purposely scraping the surface of the area back of the knob with her teeth. He threw his head back and almost bit his lips as he agonized against the power of her suction. Her head eased further down the thickened shaft, and she knew that in one or two more descending moves, she would be all the way there. The thick knob was nosing against the back of her throat now, and she was struggling with her gag reflex, conquering it, so that the thick shaft could slip on down her gullet. She breathed slowly and deeply through her nostrils, controlling her urge to gag.
Then the urge was gone and she felt the slickened, tough, swollen muscle slip an inch further, and the head was lodged where she wanted it. Now it would slip the rest of the way without any problem.
She eased up on her swallowing his cock momentarily, resting, caressing his balls and tickling the insides of his thighs. “Are you going to take it all the way in your throat?” he asked. She nodded. “Go, girl, go! I have never
