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Speaker 1: as you listen to my voice and feel the story
Speaker 1: moving through your body as you enjoy tonight show. The
Speaker 1: sun beat down on Grace's dripping back. It was days
Speaker 1: like to day she lived for a big finger to
Speaker 1: her folks, who had named her Grace in the hope
Speaker 1: that she would be femininine ladylike all cocktail dresses and
Speaker 1: perfect make up. The lake glimmered as she watched the
Speaker 1: other swimmers approaching the bank. She had at least four
Speaker 1: minutes on even the fittest of the men in the
Speaker 1: following pack, and there were only two of them. She
Speaker 1: could barely see the rest of the swimmers in the
Speaker 1: early morning sun. Taking a moment to catch her breath,
Speaker 1: she had the luxury of time in a few weeks
Speaker 1: that would no longer be an option as marine bootcamp
Speaker 1: beckoned and damned, she was looking forward to it. Kicking
Speaker 1: the boy's asses was exact what she was about. Screw
Speaker 1: both the cocktail dresses and the makeup. She loved the
Speaker 1: fact she could disrupt anything, take the norm, and dump
Speaker 1: it on its ass, fair and square, usually to everyone
Speaker 1: else's dismay. It was like that a few months ago,
Speaker 1: at this scout troop. Looking to fill the gap until
Speaker 1: boot camp and keep herself active, Grace volunteered to be
Speaker 1: a scout leader. Their annual summer camps were normally all
Speaker 1: tense and looking at native artwork, playing with their pocket knives,
Speaker 1: and collecting pebbles or leaves. Fuck that she turned that
Speaker 1: one right around. Of course, the other scout masters hadn't
Speaker 1: known her when she first suggested they have a master's
Speaker 1: race to inspire the younger scouts. They hadn't realized that
Speaker 1: she would kick their ass every single time. Guess the
Speaker 1: boys were learning now, She seriously, most of them would
Speaker 1: even make the finish line. She turned from the water
Speaker 1: and looked up the mountain that rose above her. Up
Speaker 1: the top was a troop pennant. She simply had to
Speaker 1: collect it and return it to base camp when she
Speaker 1: was done, and that was it. She would have won.
Speaker 1: Oh she didn't have to run up the mountain, of course,
Speaker 1: but it wasn't a big mountain. The last of the
Speaker 1: water from the swim soaked into the towel as she
Speaker 1: rubbed her feet before slipping her running shoes and shorts
Speaker 1: on candy from a fucking baby, She giggled as she
Speaker 1: grabbed a water bottle from the age shelter and set
Speaker 1: off up the mountain trail. The breeze on the mountain
Speaker 1: was welcome. Her pace gentle enough to win, but the
Speaker 1: last thing she needed to do right now was to
Speaker 1: break anything in full feit boot camp. It was only
Speaker 1: a little over am to the summit, and then she
Speaker 1: could watch whoever managed to complete the course from the
Speaker 1: vantage point above them. It didn't take long before the
Speaker 1: sounds of the scouts faded below. There was a reason
Speaker 1: she chose a mountain trail as the last section. There
Speaker 1: wouldn't be any scouts up here, no one to cheer
Speaker 1: on the losers and boost them morale. Grace didn't need
Speaker 1: the cheers. Just the thought of winning was enough. Just
Speaker 1: the look of disappointment on her parents face motivated her.
Speaker 1: One girl on seven boys, raised on a pig farm
Speaker 1: in the asshole of nowhere, she was wrestling sows by
Speaker 1: the age of ten. None of her brothers dare argue
Speaker 1: with her, lest they didn't have the ability to get
Speaker 1: themselves off to the magazines hidden in the wood shed
Speaker 1: for a week or two. She laughed bariehly at the
Speaker 1: thought of her addressed in a cocktailed and trying to
Speaker 1: charm a man. More likely, she'd have him in a
Speaker 1: choke hold and on the ground before he could invite
Speaker 1: her to dance. The giant fir trees that lined the
Speaker 1: route eventually became more sparse. As she entered a clearing,
Speaker 1: the sky opened up before her. The mountain wasn't so
Speaker 1: high to be above the cloud line, but it was
Speaker 1: high enough. Grabbing the pennant from a lone branch shoved
Speaker 1: unceremoniously into the ground, she shoved it into her shorts
Speaker 1: to be sure it was safe. Grace chose the most
Speaker 1: comfortable looking of the various rocks that decorated the edge
Speaker 1: of the clearing and looked down at the camp. She
Speaker 1: could make out the collapsed forms of a lot of
Speaker 1: the races. There were no cries of panic drifting up
Speaker 1: to a lofty position, so she guessed no one had died,
Speaker 1: although looking at the numbers of people laying on the ground,
Speaker 1: there was some doubt over whether anyone else would actually
Speaker 1: finish the race. The minutes passed as she shifted on
Speaker 1: the rock uncomfortably. Hurry up, she cursed. She wanted them
Speaker 1: to finish the race so she could see the look
Speaker 1: in their eyes when they see she had already secured
Speaker 1: the wind. Of course, it might be sensible for her
Speaker 1: to return to the camp just to make it official,
Speaker 1: but that wouldn't be fun. Doubts swarmed in her mind
Speaker 1: as she wondered just how long she might have to wait. Eventually,
Speaker 1: she breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of
Speaker 1: footsteps wearily tracing the mountain track. Eventually, Lance staggered into
Speaker 1: the clearing. Taking one look at Grace, he put his
Speaker 1: hands on his knees and said fuck. As his gas subsided.
Speaker 1: He looked toward the branch and then back to Grace,
Speaker 1: his eyes moving up and down her body, searching where's
Speaker 1: a pennant? He asked. It's safe, she replied, grinning as
Speaker 1: she stepped off the rock. His eyes narrowed as he
Speaker 1: looked at her, studying her. He was at least five
Speaker 1: inches taller than her, and there was no doubt the
Speaker 1: muscles that rippled across his body were there for more
Speaker 1: than their undoubted sex appeal. Lance was a cop in
Speaker 1: his day job, so had a natural presence to him.
Speaker 1: He obviously wasn't a marine standard, but over the past
Speaker 1: few months with enough of the challenges she craved to
Speaker 1: keep her amused. They were far from friends. The nicest
Speaker 1: thing you could say about their chemistry was that they
Speaker 1: had an unfriendly rivalry. When she had volunteered to be
Speaker 1: a scout master at the troop, Lance had been their
Speaker 1: resident action man, a crown that soon fell after Grace's arrival.
Speaker 1: She was slightly surprised at Tim wasn't with him. She'd
Speaker 1: often thought the two of them would need a surgeon
Speaker 1: to give them separated. Of course, as always when two
Speaker 1: men seem inseparable, there were numerous rumors about the nature
Speaker 1: of their relationship, and she had to admit Tim was
Speaker 1: a little more feminine in his ways. His muscle was
Speaker 1: the creation of a man who spends way too much
Speaker 1: time in the gym and stood in front of mirrors
Speaker 1: ensuring his hair is perfect. Standing back up, Lance moved
Speaker 1: his next side to side, the cracks echoing against the boulders.
Speaker 1: He took a step forward before thrusting his large hand
Speaker 1: forward and saying congratulations. Grace eyed him suspiciously. She had
Speaker 1: too many brothers to trust a man that accepted defeat
Speaker 1: so easily. But this was a scout event, and her
Speaker 1: being contentious would probably not go down well. Deciding it
Speaker 1: might actually be genuine, and confident the pennant was secure
Speaker 1: either way, she took a step forward, raising her hand,
Speaker 1: his eyes burrowing into hers as he gripped her tightly,
Speaker 1: squeezing a little more than normal. Thanks, she said through
Speaker 1: gritted teeth, returning his grip. The air between them crackled
Speaker 1: as they squeezed each other's hands, willing the other to capitulate,
Speaker 1: at least in this small battle. As she returned his gaze,
Speaker 1: there was something else in his eyes, something she couldn't
Speaker 1: quite read, not in anger. It was Suddenly Tim crashed
Speaker 1: into the clearing and collapsed on the ground, breaking the
Speaker 1: spell grace distracted. Lance pulled her against him, turning her
Speaker 1: and bending her arm up her back. Where is it?
Speaker 1: He demanded, as his hands searched her swimsuit, pushing between
Speaker 1: her breasts roughly her nipples defied her anger and pushed
Speaker 1: against the wet material. She was damned sure she could
Speaker 1: feel his erection pressing against her back. Turning into him,
Speaker 1: she loosened her arm before sliding a leg around his
Speaker 1: and balancing him. She pushed him over the dust flew
Speaker 1: up in a cloud. As he hit the ground with
Speaker 1: a satisfying thud, Grace leaped on him, pushing his arms
Speaker 1: back over his head, pinning him to the ground, whilst
Speaker 1: he writhed beneath her, his hips twisting desperate to escape
Speaker 1: the movement, rubbing his growing erection along her thighs. Fuck,
Speaker 1: she thought, as a first wave of aching pulses of
Speaker 1: pleasure moved through a pussy. This is not the time,
Speaker 1: her mind tried to command her body to forget about
Speaker 1: sex for one moment, But it had been so long,
Speaker 1: and he wasn't unattractive, just fucking annoying. He pushed his
Speaker 1: legs into the ground, his now hard cock pressing at
Speaker 1: her pussy, the pennant too small to stop the throbbing
Speaker 1: sensation of his cock teasing at her sex. Twisting, he
Speaker 1: rolled her over, his body, now on top of hers,
Speaker 1: his hands gripping her wrists in the dust, pressing his
Speaker 1: formidable chest against her breast to hold her down. He
Speaker 1: shuffled her wrists into the grip of one of his hands,
Speaker 1: his long, strong fingers easily entrapping them. Pushing down into
Speaker 1: the ground with her feet, Grace could not lift him
Speaker 1: high enough to make him roll over. His breath burned
Speaker 1: at her cheek as he pressed his chin against her neck,
Speaker 1: the sensation of his stubble sending shock waves to precisely
Speaker 1: where she didn't want them to go. Damn, she was wet,
Speaker 1: But fuck, Why was her pussy this desperate for a fuck?
Speaker 1: It had to be him. His free hand lowered, pushing
Speaker 1: aggressively between her thighs, the movement forcing his mouth against
Speaker 1: her breast. His stubble teased at her right nipples. His
Speaker 1: hot breath burned through her swimsuit, scorching the wildfire that
Speaker 1: was already moving through a body. Pressing his head down
Speaker 1: to control her, his teeth brushed her nipples inadvertently. Grace's
Speaker 1: body writhed from that touch, not from defense but desire.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tensed as she could feel the tremors of
Speaker 1: pleasure escalating in her legs. His hands managed to find
Speaker 1: the leg of her shorts and invaded the loose material,
Speaker 1: his fingers searching for the pennant, brushing her trembling pussy.
Speaker 1: Grace moaned, involuntarily, hating herself for the sound. Her body
Speaker 1: arched under his weight, forcing her defiant nipples against his mouth,
Speaker 1: his breath and hot panting only served to fuel the
Speaker 1: sensations moving through a body. In desperation, Grace wrapped her
Speaker 1: legs around his waist, tightening them with all her strength.
Speaker 1: His swollen cock pressed hard against her wanton pussy, accelerating
Speaker 1: the growing sensations burning through her. Pressing her shoulders into
Speaker 1: the ground, she managed to flip Lance over, straddling him.
Speaker 1: She pushed her hips down against his grain to stop
Speaker 1: him lifting her again. A new sensation pressed against a thigh. Somehow,
Speaker 1: the movement had loosened his cock from the prison of
Speaker 1: his shorts, and every inch was now throbbing along the
Speaker 1: top of her thigh, dangerously close to her trees and
Speaker 1: as pussy, which clutched aggressively to be filled. Pushing her
Speaker 1: body against him, she glared into his eyes and whispered,
Speaker 1: I want it, accept it, Lance writhed beneath her, trying
Speaker 1: to free himself, the tip of his cock pushing at
Speaker 1: her short pants, pressing its swollen head across her swimsuit. Fuck.
Speaker 1: He was large. Grabbed both of his wrists in one
Speaker 1: hand before lowering her hand to move his cock aside
Speaker 1: her fingers, Gripping it tightly. Lance closed his eyes and momed, okay,
Speaker 1: you win. Suddenly, Grace was swamped with desire. The sensation
Speaker 1: of power flooded her body, the submission of this strong man.
Speaker 1: She pushed her swimsuit to one side and pressed his
Speaker 1: cock deep into her sacks, demanding satisfaction. Their fingers entwined
Speaker 1: as she pounded onto him, desperation fueling every movement. Lance
Speaker 1: lifted his head, his lips, searching for her swollen nipples,
Speaker 1: biting them through the material of her swimsuit. Grace released
Speaker 1: his wrists, slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off,
Speaker 1: exposing her breast to the sun, the chilled mountain air,
Speaker 1: forcing them to grow that little bit more. Grasping his hair,
Speaker 1: she pulled his lips onto her nipples, her hips rocking
Speaker 1: viciously on his cock. Moving her hands behind her, her
Speaker 1: nails digging into his sighs, Lance pushed his pelvis up,
Speaker 1: thrusting deeper into her need, fueling the growing pleasure in
Speaker 1: her body. Thrust after thrust pounded his cock to the
Speaker 1: very end of her stretching her pussy with a delicious sting.
Speaker 1: Slipping one hand from his thighs, Grace his fingers discovered
Speaker 1: his tight palls and rubbed them roughly, before sliding a
Speaker 1: finger against his ass, watching his face for the effect,
Speaker 1: before she thrust two fingers inside his tight rosette, forcing
Speaker 1: his body to buck against her, driving his cock hard
Speaker 1: and fast into her sex. As her fingers thrust in
Speaker 1: and out of his tight pocket hole, every thrust, accelerating
Speaker 1: his motion, forcing louder and loud to munster erupt from
Speaker 1: his mouth. Her other hand dropped over her stomach, Finding
Speaker 1: her clip begged for attention, she rubbed it desperately, her
Speaker 1: core tightening, the fire swilling in her stomach as she
Speaker 1: heard growls dripping from his lips. Watching his body writhe
Speaker 1: under her control, she felt so strong, so powerful. She
Speaker 1: orchestrated every movement in his body, her breast swollen and aching,
Speaker 1: burned as he grasped them in his fingers, digging in
Speaker 1: as he started to tense. Grace's core clutched angrily at
Speaker 1: his cock, wanting satisfaction as she pounded down onto his
Speaker 1: hard erection, dust exploding around them, her body tightening as
Speaker 1: her orgasm assaulted every cell, spread through every nerve as
Speaker 1: it collapsed down through her body, compelling her pussy to
Speaker 1: squeeze him so tightly he could do nothing but erupt
Speaker 1: inside her. Looking down at him, panting underneath her, grace
Speaker 1: released his cock from the grip of her pussy and
Speaker 1: crawled up his body. Kneeling on his shoulders, She lowered
Speaker 1: her still trembling, dripping pussy and just inches over his mouth.
Speaker 1: Who won, she said levily. As he tried to speak.
Speaker 1: She pressed her pussy against his lips, his tongue finding
Speaker 1: her clip with deceptive ease. She rocked her hips against
Speaker 1: his mouth, his stubble, teasing her throbbing clip ferociously. His
Speaker 1: tongue pressed inside her, exploring her as her throbbing grew,
Speaker 1: his hot breath burning her aching folds, her hips pushing
Speaker 1: aggressively into his mouth as her fingers moved through his hair,
Speaker 1: pulling his head tightly against her pussy. She rolled his
Speaker 1: face with desperate need as her orgasm swelled again, taking
Speaker 1: her to the edge. Her body submitted finally as her
Speaker 1: orgasm erupted once again, Lance's mouth hungrily eating every drop
Speaker 1: of their pleasure. Sitting back, she replaced the shoulder straps
Speaker 1: on her swimsuit before looking down at him and saying,
Speaker 1: We've got that resolved. Leaping to her feet, she corrected
Speaker 1: her shorts before reaching inside, retrieving the dripping pendant. Looking
Speaker 1: at it, she smiled and said, well, it should give
Speaker 1: the scout something to think about tonight when they're in
Speaker 1: their tents, their mutual warm pleasure and ripped from its edges.
Speaker 1: Come on, I'll race you to the camp. If you win,
Speaker 1: I'll give you a rematch. She watched Lance rise to
Speaker 1: his feet wearily before she turned toward the path down.
Speaker 1: Looking at the unconscious Tim laying on the ground, she
Speaker 1: turned and called, oh, and you're carrying him, before she
Speaker 1: started jogging down the path. Next week we have a
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