They Got Her Pregnant!

by Sasha Medly

  “Whoa ho ho! Nothing like a romantic camping trip. I used to do that in college before I met the Mrs. She hates the outdoors, but before she came along, there was this little heart breaker.” He whistled and made a smug face, wiggling his eyebrows. “She liked to sleep in the nude and then jump in the lake to wake up in the morning.” He chuckled like the sexist chauvinist that he was.

  “That girl would crawl into my sleeping bag soaking wet, not a stitch of clothing on, teeth chattering and begging me to get her warm. Well, let’s just say I got her pretty hot!”

  Sandra smiled and gave a fake giggle. Only eight more minutes and she was free to go.

  “Are you going to let that lucky young stud of yours make you hot? Jumping in any lakes?” With that he let loose a huge load of guffaws and rested his hand on her shoulder. He rubbed it a bit before he stepped away, heading for the door.

  “Have a great weekend. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” he teased, thankfully leaving for the day.

  Once he was gone, Sandra groaned. She’d endured these interactions the past six months, but this was a damn good job. At age twenty, she made twice what she made flipping burgers when she was in high school. But best of all, she wasn’t sweating in a terrible uniform working with teenage boys trying to pick her up and fat middle aged women yelling at her to work faster. She only had to endure Mr. Anderson’s clumsy interactions a couple times a day, while answering phones and occasionally making copies the rest of the day. Truth was, it made her feel grown up, an adult. She wore skirts to work, nice blouses, heels, and even make up. The delivery guys always smiled at her and she caught them checking her out more than once, which made her feel sexy.

  Finally, five o’clock arrived. She turned off her computer, made sure the doors were locked, and headed for her car. The mental checklist in her head was half complete. She’d been packing already and all she had left to get were some ice for the cooler before she went home.

  Max was bent over his back pack when she came in the front door of their apartment. She took in his butt and whistled. “Well, well well, look what we have here,” before goosing him.

  “Hey!” he said with a smile. He hugged her tightly with his iron strong arms. He was shirtless and the sweat of his long day working construction clung to him like a musk. She inhaled his scent and wanted to get his pants off too, but they had an hour drive to the camp site and only two hours until dark.

  She flicked his nipple with her thumb and winked at him. “You’re lucky we’re in a hurry or I may have had my way with you.”

  “Oh, do tell,” he said with a smirk.

  “Now, now, I don’t want you getting the wrong idea. We have too much to do. You pack the truck and I’ll go change. The ice is in the trunk.”

  Max reluctantly pulled away from their kiss and she hurried down the hall to the bedroom. She tossed off her work clothes onto the bed and fetched a pair of shorts and long sleeve shirt. It was still summer, but once the sun went down, the temps would drop at least twenty degrees and she knew she would be chilled.

  “But I have a young stud to keep me warm,” she said in a bad impersonation of Mr. Anderson and chuckled despite herself. She bet if she stripped off her clothes and jumped in his lap, Mr. Anderson would have no idea what to do with her, especially without his Viagra prescription he made her pick up each week. He always took it from her with a wink, as if to say, ‘Yep, I can get a boner for you any time with these babies.’ His wife was a fifty-two-year-old plump woman whose life revolved around the church choir. Sandra vowed to never make her life so boring.

  Quickly dropping all her hygiene products into a bag, she hurried to the living room and placed it into her pack. Max hefted it out to the truck while she laced up her boots. She made one last round of the apartment to ensure all was well, then they were gone, not to return until Sunday evening.

  On the road, Sandra couldn’t help herself and massaged Max’s inner thigh.

  “I love camping with you,” he said with a huge mouth widening grin.

  “Why is that?” she asked, hand now rubbing his balls through the loose shorts.

  “Because you get so damn horny, that’s why!”

  “Me?” she asked with a wink, her fingers now sliding up the bottom of his shorts. She tickled his right testicle with her finger tip. She grinned seeing his hard on bulging in the shorts. Indeed, being outdoors, alone with Max, brought the tigress out in her. She planned to fuck him tonight, in the morning and even out on the trail if they were alone. Something about being in nature fired her up.

  It all started when she first met Max. He was a trail enthusiast and loved to hike, even volunteered on trails to build walkways and fix wash outs for the state parks association. Their first hike together, technically their third date, she got so horny, she gave him a blow job behind a tree while other hikers meandered by. Poor Max had to hold in his gasps when he came in her mouth. It excited her to no end that anyone could have seen her being so brazen, a cock in her hand, while she looked up at him with her fuck me eyes. She’d even shocked herself when she yanked down her shorts and panties and bent over, begging him to fuck her right there.

  And boy did he. He pounded her that day from behind like the world was going to end. His strength and excitement drover her wild. After that, they went camping nearly every weekend that summer, and even once a month in the winter. She could honestly say, she’d had intercourse on nearly every trail within a hundred miles of their apartment.

  “This ain’t fair,” Max said, driving along, hard as a rock while she tickled his balls.

  “Oh, why is that?” she asked, leaning closer.

  “You can’t just get a man excited like this and not do anything.”

  She decided to play stupid. “Oh? And what should I do?” She eased her hand deeper inside the shorts and cupped both his balls. Forced to watch the road, he could hardly look at her but his posture shifted, back straitening. She had him literally by the balls and could do whatever she wanted.

  “Are you saying you want me to do something?” she asked.

  “Yes, yes I am ma’am. I am saying you can’t get a man all hard as diamonds and not finish the job. Simply rude behavior and I am not standing for it.”

  “I know, you’re sitting,” she teased, tracing her nails along his ball sack which tightened in his excitement. “I don’t want to have you blow your load before we even get there.”

  She removed her hand and kissed his cheek.

  “That’s not fair,” he pouted, adjusting in his seat again.

  “Poor baby,” she said and settled in before turning up the radio. She sang along, happy as can be, her pussy already warm and wet, eager to take on that hard dick of his. They would have a great weekend.

  Max finished staking the tent and they loaded their gear inside just as dusk settled in around the trees. The pair had their routine settled from dozens of trips together and they each did their part. She loved this about Max. She’d seen other couples bicker while putting up tents. They clicked as good together clothed as when they got naked.

  “I’ll get the fire started. You hungry?” he asked.

  “Starving.” She readied the hamburger patties from the cooler while he got the fire blazing. Soon the smell of beef filled the air and the firelight the only source of light once the sun disappeared behind the tree covered Appalachians.

  Max loved to grill so she let him do his thing while she got them each a beer. The first one was always the hardest for her to choke down. She wasn’t yet of age to drink, but Max was twenty-two and bought the beer. She drank a few to loosen up and melt away the stress of her workday. They ate and chatted about their day. When Max finished his third beer, he clasped her in a strong embrace and buried his tongue in her mouth.

  When he pulled away for air, his strong hands cupped her breasts through the T-Shirt. “That was unfair in the truck. You owe me.”

  “Oh yeah?” she asked with a sly wink. “What do I owe you?”

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nbsp; “Hmm, well, for being such a tease, I would say you owe me at least a blow job.”

  “Is that right?” she asked, rubbing his hard chest.

  “Exactly. Totally unfair to get a man revved up and leave him hanging.”

  “You poor baby,” she said with a playful pout. Her hands slid down his hard stomach and applied pressure to the front of his shorts where his cock leapt to life immediately. “I suppose I can make it up to you.”

  “Yes, you should.”

  She pushed him back so he sat on the picnic table bench backwards and forced his knees wide apart. She knelt between his legs and played with his balls again through the legs of his shorts. This only lasted for two minutes until Max couldn’t take it anymore and hurriedly yanked his shorts and boxers down to his knees. His cock stabbed into the air, hard and thick, already with a bead of pre-come glistening at the tip in the firelight.

  “We have all weekend, honey,” she said. But she understood Max’s need. He was quite virile and once she got him revved up, he wanted her until they both were pleasantly sore.

  She leaned in and her tongue flicked the tip of his dick and soon she took the head in her mouth. His hand pulled her blonde hair aside, she knew, so he could watch her take his cock in her mouth.

  “Hello there folks,” a man’s voice called from behind the truck.

  “Jesus,” Max growled, standing up and almost bumping Sandra onto her backside. He clumsily pulled up his shorts while she wiped drool and pre-come off her lips.

  A flash light bounced into the camp sight, behind it the silhouette of a man wearing a park ranger hat. “Sorry to bother you folks. May I come in?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Max answered, annoyance in his voice.

  Sandra could see the huge bulge in his shorts and she was thankful the fire made lots of shadows to help hide what they’d been up to.

  The ranger gave a nervous chuckle before speaking. “Sorry to bother you folks, but we wanted to give you heads up. There was a small aircraft crash of some kind on the other side of the hills and there is a small fire brewing. The fire service is on top of it, but you know, sometimes these things get out of control.”

  “Sure, thanks for the warning,” Max said from behind her. She could tell he was pissed off at the interruption.

  “Is everyone OK?” Sandra asked. “Was it a Cesna or something?”

  “I haven’t heard yet. Stop by the station in the morning and we’ll have an update for you. We’ll know by morning if the fire is under control or not. But just in case, you should put out your fire there and if you smell smoke tonight, check it out, OK? Can’t be too careful.”

  “Sure, no problem,” Max and Sandra answered.

  The Ranger said good night and left without anything else, which gave Sandra relief that he probably hadn’t seen their scandalous activities. The last thing she needed in life was a ticket for indecent exposure or something.

  “That was close,” Max said, irritation still present. He grabbed her into a giant bear hug and kissed her deep. “You better get in that tent and get your clothes off while I put out the fire. You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

  She cupped his hard on in his shorts and smiled. “Oh, I can see.”

  But she hurried in the tent like a good girl, and got naked in the sleeping bag. The fire light disappeared trough the tent and when Max entered, he yanked off his shirt and shorts and joined her with an aggressive hunger.

  Sandra awoke from a post coitus slumber. He bladder was full. Max snored softly, smelling of sweat and sex. She crawled from the warm sleeping bag and into the chilly night. The darkness was complete without a camp fire so Sandra slipped on her shoes and hurried outside naked. She went about ten feet into the trees and squatted for a pee. When she was nearly done, a red glow startled her.

  It shown like a beacon across the camp site, into the trees. It wasn’t a fire, but was shaped like two eyes, pointing her way. She hurried back to the tent, wondering if some schmuck was out peeping with some weird flashlight.

  “Max!” she called out, but the red glow disappeared. She stopped at the tent entrance, shivering now in the cool night air. She crossed her arms over her hard nipples and looked around, but the darkness settled over the area so completely, she saw nothing but tree shapes and their truck.

  Hurrying inside, she slid in beside Max and listened, but only his breathing could be heard. She decided it must have been a trick with her eyes. She fell asleep after a while, dreaming of Max atop her, his eyes red.

  She awoke to Max’s tongue lapping her clitoris. She groaned and stretched while he licked her cunt. His fingers buried inside her, his finger tips rubbing her G spot. She groaned in pleasure, back arching.

  “You are sopping wet,” he said when he came up for air. She clutched his hair and soon came, her thighs squeezing against his head. Then he was atop her and slid inside. They fucked the morning way, bad breath, still sticky from sex the night before, and reeking of old come, but it felt amazing while he forced her ankles up to his shoulders and pounded away at her thighs until he too groaned, coming inside her.

  “Good morning,” she said with a smile when he rolled off her.

  He chuckled and buried his head on her tits. “Morning, baby.”

  “Last night, I saw a weird red glow when I went pee. Do you think the fire came across the mountain?”

  “Naw,” he said, “we’d have smelled smoke and heard something. I was just out there taking a leak and it’s quiet. We should be fine.” The glow of sunrise bathed the tent and the chirp of birds soon filled the air.

  They kissed a bit more before her bladder forced her up. She threw on yesterday’s clothes and headed for the showers while Max restarted the fire for breakfast.

  Inside the shower, she undressed and set up her bottles of shampoo and soap before depositing the quarters for the hot water. She clicked it on when the door opened. She quickly stepped inside the curtain without checking to see who it was, a bit shy around strangers. Soon her hair was soaked and she lathered up when she felt chilled air on her back. She glanced behind her and gasped when she saw the park ranger holding the curtain back so he could stare at her naked body.

  “Hey!” she screamed covering her breasts. “What are you doing?”

  “Miss,” he said, voice deeper than last night. “I wanted to let you know the fire is under control.”

  “Fine. Now get out, you creep!”

  The ranger simply nodded and his eyes, red like a bad photograph, moved up and down her body before he walked away.

  Sandra hurried to rinse the shampoo from her hair and stopped the water. She barely dried and yanked on her clean clothes, but skipping her socks. She pulled on her boots and readied to run back to Max, when it struck her what a terrible idea that was. If she told Max, he would undoubtedly rush into the ranger’s face and do something impulsive. Assaulting a park ranger was probably not a good idea. Sighing, she decided to treat him like Mr. Anderson, just another middle-aged jerk taking advantage of a young girl like herself. She plopped to her butt on the bench and took a deep breath. So he saw her naked, that made him a creep, nothing more, right? Maybe she could put in a complaint or something, but for now she had to protect Max.

  Returning to the camp site, Max served up bacon and pancakes.

  “You all right?” he asked when he caught her staring off in thought.

  “Of course, sweetie,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Just thinking about the hike. I can’t wait to scale that ridge with you.”

  He smiled back. Max loved to mountain climb, something she wasn’t very good at. But he taught her the basics and they would sometimes go up easy rock walls together. He would climb the hard stuff with his buddies.

  They put away breakfast and readied their packs. Soon they were on their way down the trail.

  “We need to stop at the ranger station. Get an update,” Max said. Sandra politely agreed, but found herself frowning behind his back. She had no desire to see the ra
nger again. The station was at the entrance to the camp, an old log cabin with maps plastered on every available wall space.

  When they entered, all they found was a ranger uniform scattered in the back office.

  “Weird,” Max said. “It’s like the guy threw off his clothes in a hurry here.”

  “What’s that?” Sandra asked, pointing to snot like slime dripping from the desk.

  “I don’t want to know,” Max said. “Let’s just go. If we smell smoke, we’ll turn around.”

  She agreed and they left, not without an uneasy feeling about the Ranger. What kind of creepy weirdo was he?

  They hiked the three miles with a gradual slope. They kept a steady, but easy pace since Max knew how much the climbing wiped her out. She simply didn’t have the upper body strength he did. They reached the rock face and Max started getting the ropes and gear ready. She sipped water and pretended not to notice when his hands lingered on her crotch when he tied up her harness.

  “Can’t be too careful you know,” he said with a smile.

  Soon they were all business, climbing up the fifty-foot rock. Sandra followed all Max’s directions without question and didn’t look down. She had looked down once and almost fell down the mountain, dizzy from vertigo. For now, she played the part of complying girlfriend and climbed the mini mountain.

  When they reached the top, she kissed him deeply, their lips salty with sweat. The view was wonderful, looking down into the valley where they camped. Across the other side, they could see a small plume of smoke.

  “That must be the crash site. It’s not far away, maybe a mile or two,” Max said. “Let’s go check it out.”

  “I don’t know,” Sandra said. “Maybe we should stay out of the way. Doesn’t the FAA or something investigate plane crashes?”

  “Probably,” Max said, but she could see the interest in his eyes. “Let’s just get closer. We won’t do anything we’re not supposed to.”

  Sandra frowned and decided to sit. “You go ahead. I’ll stay here and take a break, enjoy the view.”