Starlight Gleaming Ch. 02

She pushed back against my cock with each drive inward, picking up the pace ever so slightly. "I love speed," she confessed. "I'm ready to put you through your paces, Kandikan. Show me what you can do."

I laughed, determined to thoroughly plunder Janetta's sex. I could tell, having filled her twice already, it was going to take a lot of stimulation for me to come again. I was determined to ride her until I filled her a third time. One hand held her shoulder while I leaned over and slid my other down her belly and rubbed her mons.

When my fingers found the top of her cleft, she exhaled long and then inhaled just as long and deep. My hips worked faster, my shaft sliding into her wet folds, immersing my cock in the welcoming warmth of her tight womanhood. Long, firm strokes elicited sighs and Janetta pressed back against me, encouraging me to penetrate as deep as I could reach into her depths.

As her cries rose, I moved my hand from her clit to grab her hip, and using my other to hold her shoulder, I began slamming into her slick cavity. She groaned loud, arching her back. The grip of her sheath on my cock tightened and her gasps grew sharper. Then suddenly Janetta growled, shaking and bucking in release once again, her pussy convulsing and covering my cock with more feminine juices. My grip held firm while I continued slamming into her sodden sex, the wet slapping noise of our coupling filling the night air.

As her orgasm faded, I slowed the pace back to firm strokes, my hard shaft plowing in and out of her channel. I loosened my hand on her hip and ran it over her back, delighting in the smooth feel of her skin, then began to knead the muscles of her shoulders and back. Janetta whimpered.

After several minutes, my hand moved to cup and squeeze her breast before lazily drifting down her belly to her mons. I was sure she would be too sensitive for direct stimulation, so I made circular motions on her mound.

"By the gods," Janetta heaved. "I'm almost done."

"All right," I huffed. "Let's change it up." I gave her a hard smack on the ass and pulled out.

"What the fuck? What'd you do that for?"

I pulled her into my arms and scooped her up and laid her gently down on the blanket. "I'm not done. I intend to come inside you again." I moved over her. Putting my hands under her knees, I put her legs onto my shoulders and moved my hips over soaking slit.

"Of course," I continued, "I could always plunder another hole."

I felt her tense up. "If you ever want to fuck me again," she growled, "don't ever try it."

"Fine." I put my cock at her battered pussy and let my weight add to the downward drive. Janetta grunted as my hips slammed into her. I paused, savoring the feel of her wet warmth completely enveloping my cock, I caressed her face. "If you want me to come faster, say my name."

With that, I rose up and began pounding into her slick, swollen lips, slapping against her ass. Each time I hit bottom, she cried out and I felt the ridge of her cervix brush my crown. The undulating, giving pressure of her pussy grasping my cock as I pulled out and drove my full length into her again. The tight suction of her pussy trying to keep me inside. Bit by bit, Janetta began to arch her back, changing the angle. My shaft rose higher, sliding in and out against her battered clitoris. Janetta gripped my arms, her cries louder as I rammed into her tender sheath.

"Kandikan," she gasped.

Holding myself on one hand, I smacked her ass cheek. "My name is Ranji!"

Several strokes. Then, "Kandikan." I could see she was tiring, but there was that trace of an obstinate smile on her face.

I slapped her other ass cheek. Twice. "Say my name," I grunted, shoving harder into her pussy.

"Kandikan." I reached up and grabbed a nipple and pinched. Hard.

"Ow, Kandikan!" she yelled. "Fuck!"

I dropped my weight onto her chest, crushing her breasts under me, gripping her shoulders. "Say it!" I hissed. My hips bucked into her as hard as I could manage. It had taken a lot of pumping, but finally I could feel the dull tingling in my balls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she wailed. Janetta slipped her hands under my shirt and dug her nails into my back, ripping into my flesh. "Kandi-- " I sank my teeth into her shoulder and bit down. "Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" She heaved and shook, then screamed, "Ranji!"

My hands released her shoulders and moved to her ass. Lifting myself off her chest, I humped and pushed into her convulsing, rippling cavity as it squeezed around my shaft. "Take it, Janetta!" I heaved. "Take my come!" My crown swelled and spewed hot sticky sperm against her cervix. My hands dug into her ass, holding her in place while I filled her up. Janetta reached up and pulled me down, her mouth seeking mine. Both of us sucked air through our noses as our mouths and tongues sought contact.

Then she fell back, chest heaving. "Gods, Kandikan--"

Smack! "When I am inside you, Janetta, you will call me by my first name. Understand?"

"All right." A long pause, then, "What makes you think there will be further opportunities?"

"Don't throw chaff at me, Janetta. I think about you all the time. I wasn't lying when I said you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"You're just saying that so you can get in my pants again."

"I admit, I would do a lot of things to ensure I feel your heavenly pussy swallowing up my cock, but lying isn't one of them. I want to be your lover. I want to know you, the woman." I could feel myself softening inside her.

"Next, you'll be saying you want to breed me. Let me make this clear. I love fucking, and you are a good lay, but I would give up you and every other man in a heartbeat to keep flying. I'm not joking when I say that I would probably kill the person who told me I couldn't fly anymore."

My softening cock finally slipped out, pushed out by her body. "I don't have your level of passion for it, but I love flying too. You're missing the point. I don't intend to interfere with your career, Janetta. I'm not your competitor. I'm the man who wants to spend time with you. This trip here? I never would have thought of it. And I suspect that is just a glimpse of more treasures to be revealed."

"I'm a warrior, Kandikan. I don't want complications in my life. And you keep trying to make it complicated."

"Yes, you are a warrior. And a single warrior can do great things. A single warrior can also be overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Or, in the vernacular you prefer, every fighter pilot needs a good wingman to have their back."

She laughed. "You? You aren't even a fighter pilot. How can you be my wingman?"

"Even fighter pilots need ground support, Janetta. Just think about it, okay?"

She pushed at me. "Get off. My legs are falling asleep."

I stood up and held out my hand. In the pale moonlight I could see the suspicion on her face. "Will it kill you to let me be nice to you?" I snapped.

Grudgingly, her hand clasped mine. Giving her a pull, I helped her up. I picked up my trousers and underwear. Janetta grabbed the blanket and shook it out, then roughly folded it.

At the table, she picked up the nearly empty bottle of metl juice, uncapped it, and liberally splashed her injured shoulder. I hadn't meant to bite quite so hard, but at the time, it seemed to be what she wanted. Janetta paused a moment, then doused her shoulder again. Then she said, "Lift up your shirt, Kandikan."

I set my clothes down, unbuttoned my shirt and lifted it above my shoulders. "It's going to sting, isn't it?"

"You're supposed to be a Warrior, Kandikan. Man up and turn around."

I did, and she emptied the bottle on my back. Rivers of fire erupted where she'd raked my lower back. Then the alcohol hit my ass and I sucked air. "Kali's throbbing cunt!" I yelled.

There was a half-second pause, then she roared with laughter. "That's what you swear by? The butcher of Kalicott?"

"Yes, my back stings, but it's my ass that's on fire!"

Janetta laughed even harder. Hearing her laugh was good, though, and I had to join her.

"Good thing I don't have a cock," she snickered, "or I might have to take care of that inflamed back door."

"You should do that more often, Janetta."

"What? Burn your ass for you? Or get a cock?"

"Laugh. I mean that."

"Don't. I almost like you, but you keep spoiling it, Kandikan." She undid the belt at her waist, then tore the thin cotton sun dress from neckline to hemline. Walking over to the fire pit, she found the water faucet near the base and turned on the spigot. The water wasn't potable, but it could be used for putting out fires. She squatted and soaked the cloth. Letting the water run, she sponged down her chest and legs, then liberally doused her thighs and crotch.

I watched her move in the silvery half-light, torn between all the warning bells of her pushing me away and an intense desire to pull her into my arms and hold her until she finally felt safe. Even without seeing details, I could see her face in my mind, and the large eyes, pert nose, and the bright, perfect teeth. Her high, firm breasts and tight butt. My cock was sore, but if I could, I'd do her again in an instant.

"You want to clean up a bit?" she asked, standing.

"Sure. Thanks."

Janetta handed me the wet rag and moved over to the fence. Moving her legs apart and arching her back, she casually urinated through the planks, over the side of the cliff. I rinsed my own thighs and crotch slowly, taking in her nubile, lithe form. My balls twinged in sympathy at the sight, half in moonlight, half in shadow. What an image!

Standing, I slipped my trousers on and stuffed the dirty underwear into my pocket. Then I took my turn at the fence. Since I had the lamp, I policed the area for our litter, including the remains of her dress. We collected our gear and returned to the vehicle.

She opened up the back and tossed in the blanket and the one chest she carried. I stowed the second chest and returned the lamp to its storage nook. By feel as much as by knowledge, I found and opened up the first aid kit. Janetta opened the duffel and pulled out a hairbrush and a class B coverall, slipping her long legs into the lower half of the uniform. I pulled out a large Nu-Skin patch and opened it up.

"Hold a moment," I said, moving the patch to her shoulder.

"I don't need that," she said. "It will heal just fine."

"Shut up and let me put it on."

"Pansy-ass," she snapped. She gave her hair a few swipes with her brush, then secured it with her carved jaguar hair tie.

"Hold still!" I pulled off the backing and put the gel-patch over the bite mark. By tomorrow noon, the Nu-Skin would be absorbed and the bite completely healed. "You forget, Janetta, I get my jollies by being nice to you."

She put her arms into the sleeves and zipped it up. "Maybe I wanted something to remember tonight by, Kandikan."

I grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her mouth. She resisted at first, then responded. When we finally broke for air, I kissed her face. "That sounded deliberately contrary. Rest assured, I won't forget this night easily. See me again, Janetta."

At that moment, we heard a rough cough from the trees to the north of us. We froze, knowing what it was.

Jaguar. A real one.

Quick movements would likely trigger an attack.

I released her. Janetta carefully turned around, reached into her duffel and pulled out a Chon .44 pistol, flipping the safety. We slowly slid into our seats. With our open passenger sides, had the big cat wanted to, he could have leaped and been on either of us in an instant. Using massively powerful jaws, jaguars preferred to kill by puncturing the skull of their prey.

I reached over and flipped on the lights. In the brush at the edge of the parking lot, just forty feet away, two large eyes reflected light back at us. Then it blinked, and vanished.

Janetta exhaled. Setting the pistol onto her lap, she started up the vehicle. The dashboard came alive and the electric motor hummed quietly. The batteries were still nine-tenths charged.

As we exited the lot, I checked my watch. An hour after midnight. I intended to shower when we returned. If I was lucky, I might even get a couple hours of rack time. I suspected Janetta was thinking the same thing. In seconds we were barreling down the twisting, narrow mountain road at high speed.

She flipped on the pistol's safety and handed it to me, butt first. "Put it back into my kit, and grab me another sandwich. That second canteen, too."

As I did so, I grabbed the last sandwich for myself and the last canteen. I was hungry, too. Empty canteens went into the chest, fresh canteens into the space by the gear shift.

"Request for refuel acknowledged," I said, unwrapping the sandwich top and handing it to her. "You are a go for runway two-eight-zero. Clear skies and safe hunting."

Just like a control tower. Right now, flying was the second thing we had in common. I wanted to remind her of that.

Janetta glanced at me, saying nothing, but as she chewed her food, there was no hiding her delighted smile.

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