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