Living on the Lam on a Volcano

He did not pull the hood away from her clit. Instead, he pushed from inside, raising a ridge above her clit and caressing it on the outside with his fingers, his lips and his tongue. The more he touched that hidden ridge, the more she knew it was part of her clit. Her body could not stay still and lifted on its own toward his mouth. Still he was slow and tender. How did he know that she made herself cum by rubbing this area? His way of being inside was so much better than the way she touched herself.

She could have screamed when his finger came out of her sucking sheath. He licked away and sucked away her wetness. He enjoyed her and tasted her with gusto. Inside, she was getting hotter and wetter. Again, he invaded her but with more fingers. It was maddening pleasure, just on the edge of stretching pain. God, how many fingers? More than two. He licked and rubbed gently outside but the hand inside pressed again, stretching her. She wanted this. It almost hurt, yet she could feel her body opening and pulling him, demanding more. When she had his fingers, they curled, pressed and motioned inside, as if asking her to her to come to him. Outside, he suckled her clit gently and flicked at it, wanting it to come completely out from under its hood and play.

Something wonderful was happening to Anna but she did not want to think about it, fearing the feeling would go away. She cleared her mind and let her body stay on Alaska time and enjoy the howling blizzard. Her body was content to be served, content to not think, not challenge, not analyze what she should do. She felt something strange happening and did not stop it. Her mind began to fade and her body was taking over her thoughts, her spirit and her concerns. Cal was content and was doing exactly what he wanted to do.

Anna's juices flowed from her onto his hand and then onto her legs. As her mind drifted higher, her imagination became reality in her swirling senses. She could taste her wetness, feel her warmth, roll the sweet nectar on her tongue and play with the slippery texture. She knew why he licked at her and enjoyed sucking for droplets hiding inside her. She brought her feet up, so they rested on the side of the tub; spread her knees wide and pushed against his mouth as he lapped at her now gaping pussy; her body urging him on.

She had not cum but her body was floating. It leveled off and she enjoyed being in the clouds. He changed something and she drifted higher above the clouds and enjoyed floating there, looking down at the world and her own body. Again and again, he took her higher but she did not cum. Now he began to thrust into her and pull his finger tips across her spongy spot. Her mind began to spin as if caught in swirling winds going higher and higher. His fingers helped lift her, each time her legs tightened to meet his lips. The flatness of his tongue raked across her now exposed clit. Her breaths were only shallow pants, the air was thin, this high above the clouds. Inside, Anna's muscles began to contract rhythmically. After every cycle, another muscle would join in gently but the others were already racing, contracting harder. Her womb began to open in the center and tighten on the sides at the same time. The pleasure flowed from her soul and expanded in the ever lighter air. Her body struggled for oxygen but still strove to fly higher. Only her feet and the back of her neck touched. Again she tried to fill her lungs with air but her contractions and pleasure were using it all. Her body was tender now and it was beginning to cum, but that knowledge only threw her higher into the spiral. She could feel her womb suck and her clit beg for more tender abuse. Suddenly, her lungs were full and pushing a slow moan from her body as every muscle contracted in pleasure. Her lungs wanted to fill again to scream but she quit breathing to feel only the beauty in her body. The next contraction was beyond beauty, beyond pain, beyond life. Her body opened and spewed its joy from deep inside. Cal was catching her joy and drinking it, possessing it. Her body was still lifted. Always before she was a subdued, quiet lover. Her legs, feet, belly and chest were trembling and she heard a scream. It was a scream of pure pleasure and very, very distant. It was dark, but not night, relaxation engulfed her, blackness wrapped around her to keep her warm and safe. She would sleep in the clouds for the first time and wait for a beautiful morning.

Some hours later, Anna's eyes opened and her ears listened. There was some light but the winds still howled. She was in a warm bed, covered and lying in the arms of a strong, warm naked man. There was no reason to think or scramble out of bed. This was Alaska time.

When she stirred again there was a face. The face was smoothly shaven. The scent was wonderful. There was lots of male skin covered with the dried juices that had flooded from her rounds and rounds of pleasure. He moved, lips kissed hers and a voice spoke to her, "Wake up beautiful. It is time for me to make you breakfast and for us to begin our day." She was going to complain but an urging hand snaked between her legs and a long finger invaded her body. Only one eye slitted open when the finger left her and she saw Cal suck her wetness away.

She was trying to remember the day and night. The shower helped to drive out the cobwebs. She only found a thick robe and matching shoes. That is what she wore to breakfast. She was starving and ate enough for three women. She was remembering how her body had flown. How her mind had watched her body cum and how there was too much pleasure to handle, so she surrendered into the enveloping peaceful blackness. Cal knew. He leaned down from standing behind her and said, "Close your eyes, Lovely One, and listen to my words. When your body gave up its beauty to me, it was the most lovely sight I have ever seen. Your taste cannot be described. I wanted to save some in my mouth and share it with you but at first your face was so contorted in pleasure, I was in awe of you. Then a wonderful smile was on your face and you were asleep. I was greedy; I swallowed all that your wonderful body had given me. Thank you for letting me watch you soar beyond the clouds and bringing back the nectar of the gods for me to drink."

Never had she felt so content, so fulfilled, so female and so appreciated. Cal knew about her trip and was truly happy for her. She wanted to know everything about this man but words did not seem adequate. She wanted to tell him how good it had been for her but she stayed quiet. She had no way to describe her completeness.

There was no reason to get dressed so they both stayed in their robes all day and padded around the warm floor in their bare feet as the winds whistled outside. The storm darkened the sky early. All day they talked, learned and grew more and more, fond of each other. She teased and watched his desire and lust grow all day. Cal's testosterone was showing in his eyes. Anna liked playing with the edgy threat that she felt from his body. He had not had satisfying releases like Anna. Their conversation took a strange turn.

Anna said again, "We did not realize how dangerous our decision was to "hide out" in Alaska. All of us are city people and are used to all the conveniences of civilization."

"Not just conveniences but safety, gentleness, values, acceptable behavior and compassion."

"I don't understand."

"Here you are not safe, except by your own devices and associations. Here there is no gentleness, no values, no compassion. You must survive by your wits and strength. One mistake and you freeze in the snow, like your old boyfriend."

"You can get robbed, raped and killed in the city."

"I'm not just talking about such criminal behavior, although there is less law up here."

Cal stood and pulled Anna to her feet. He embraced her, kissed her and hugged her. Deep in her thoughts, she understood that he was showing her that he was doing this because he had the power to, because he could and because she could not stop him. She felt the difference in power but still, she did not truly understand his point.

He turned her, clasped the back of her neck and pushed. Never had she felt such strength. Initially her body resisted but he pushed harder and she bent over the table. Her robe was flipped up. His foot kicked her legs to make them open wider. Her words were forming to object when she felt his rigid cock's head being rubbed up and down between her wet pussy lips. His fingers had stretched her but not like his helmet was doing. She knew, she should scream, object, cry rape but it felt too good. Cal thrust hard but only half of his slickened cock entered her. Anna braced for the harder thrust she knew was coming. She even timed it and pushed back. The hand on her neck was totally possessing her; holding her in place. There was no place for her to run, no help to come to her rescue, no way to survive without Cal's help, no sense in fighting back. She was dependent; she knew her place; she had to submit. She wanted to submit. Her mind had raced through all those thoughts but as the last inches of him slipped into her belly, her body began to add to the equation. He felt good in her; her body was already striving toward a climax like she had felt last night. Some ancient part of her brain liked being taken, accepted being dependent and knowing that it could not resist the male animal strength that wanted her.

Never had Anna cum from just intercourse but this time would be the first of many exceptions. Even before Cal's body began to race toward release, her cunt began to spasm and suck for his cum. Thoughts of being fertile flitted through her mind so quickly that they almost did not exist. Her head arched up against his grasping hand, her ass jutted back to give him a better angle and her eyes closed so they would not distract from the magnificent pleasure that was building in her. For these moments she was purely a female animal. Her mind did not race with values, modern accepted behavior or thoughts of right or wrong. Her body was primal and she loved the feeling. Never had she so totally surrendered and known that her body was doing what it was designed to do long before civilization. Never had she wanted to feel the man behind her thrust into her and take his pleasure in her body.

Through all the pleasure, Anna could hear Cal's labored breaths. She reached behind and grasped the cheek of his ass; it was damp with sweat from his exertion. She smiled for a second knowing it was her soft, yielding body, conquering his hard, demanding strength. Then the smile vanished as her face twisted, her belly cramped painfully, her toes curled into the floor and her entire body trembled in ripples that seemed to flow from every direction. Her cunt's muscles clamped down in a way she had never felt and through it all, she could feel his body fight and struggle for control. Control he wanted to use to please her, but control that she knew her body would take away from him.

Anna's first climax from just being fucked, raced through her and she was almost at the top of the second when Cal pulled out, slumped over her back and she felt his body give up its offering pumping rope after rope of his cum in between their tightly fitted bodies. Her mouth opened to voice objections of having his cock yanked from her, but the feeling of his panting, convulsing, almost satisfied body on her back stopped her words of complaint. For now, it felt too good to share in his pleasure and know that she had been good for him.

In a couple of minutes, Cal turned her again, sat down on an armless chair and pulled her into his lap. He smothered her with kisses and hugged her tenderly to thank her body for its gift to him. Anna sat, enjoyed and waited. Finally, she spoke, "Was that an example of the strength, survival, surrender and taking that is necessary to stay alive in remote Alaska."

His answer was slow in coming. She leaned back and saw a little boy's smile on his lips, "It started out to be a good example of those things and then you reminded me that there are even greater strengths."

Soon he moved Anna off his lap and then refilled their wine glasses. His words spoke volumes, "I would have stopped, if you had said anything. I did not want to rape you. I think your body enjoyed what we did but I was too far gone to ask or to be sure."

"I had a million conflicted thoughts, but I did not stop you because I did not want you to stop. You did not rape me. I came once and was ready to again. When you pulled out, I was disappointed."

"We have not talked about birth control. I wanted to come in you; it almost killed me to pull out. Your body is heaven."

"You probably would have made me pregnant this time of the month."

"Someday, I hope to have a family with a woman who wants to be with me and wants a family as much as I do."

The glasses of wine disappeared. Cal took her hand and guided her to the bed. Both curled up in each other's arms and were soon asleep.

About three a.m., Anna woke up and looked at the sleeping man beside her. He was a good man. Not the type, she had always dated. Not macho but strong, caring, intelligent, masculine and a willingly equal partner. Her pussy was tender from his lips, fingers and demanding cock; still she was idly stroking, his already semi-hard shaft. The more it grew, the more she was surprised that it had fit so comfortably inside her. She leaned down and kissed at the drop that glistened at the tiny lips. Her mind thought, "I will have to stretch my mouth to suck him off."

Anna was not really thinking when she put a leg across Cal's body and straddled his hips. She had to keep one foot on the bed to get enough height to hold him upright, guide the head between her lips and then start to lower her weight. Her eyes were closed feeling every millimeter slip deliciously, painfully slowly and stretching her until his cock's tip nudged against her cervix. She did not open her eyes but felt that she still had another inch of him to take in this position. Her fingers moved to her clit and began moving in slow sensuous circles as her hips began to thrust. After a couple of minutes the slow pace was driving her crazy; she wanted more; she wanted to take more and demand to cum and feel her control over him. She opened her eyes and saw that he was quietly watching her. This excited her. His implied consent, willingness to be used, willingness to give her control, drove her into an uncontrollable lust.

First, Anna leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his head and looked into his eyes as she raked her clit along his shaft until her eyes closed on their own. She did not want to climax yet. Again she sat up; molested her clit and slid her hips in long slow strokes, almost off him and then to capture her fingers between his pubic hairs and hers. Twice Cal heard her whimper as she struggled to slow or stop for a moment to regain control. The third time she struggled for control she almost failed, but he reached up and squeezed both her nipples sharply. Her eyes flew open. She had her control back, but she was filled with more lust, wanting to punish him for what he had just done and started the climb up again.

Her body was tiring, sweating, panting, struggling to go on to climax this time. Cal grasped her hips and provided the coordination to grind her cunt into the base of his cock. Her hands went to her own breasts and pulled hard torturing her nipples. Juices flowed from her, wetting his crotch, belly and thighs. More flowed on to soak the bed. Her eyes were just slits, only white showed. Her mouth was open, juices flowed out of the corner of her lips and her breasts heaved. Different from the times before, Anna's body went perfectly still for a couple of seconds and then pressed painfully down, thrust and twisted her clit against him. Three more such thrusts and she screamed and her nectar flowed from her like tap water. Her body was in full climatic spasms for half a minute and then started to collapse. He reached up to provide the support for her to stay up-right and continue grinding her hips. This time her sheath sucked hard and rippled up and down his cock. It felt like her cunt knew to twist around the sensitive ridge of his helmet. Cal had intended to pull out again but his hips arched off the bed, then his legs and back arched. Only his shoulders and heels touched the bed when he came.

Anna had never felt the squirt from a cock before in her womb. Cal's cock jerked, shot a stream into her, jerked again and shot again. She felt him continuing to dance in her belly but her own climax overtook all thoughts. Every muscle tightened, she could not inhale but it did not matter. In the deep recesses of her mind she knew she was going to pass out but that did not matter either. The pleasure continued until all went dark.

It would not have mattered to either of them, if death had come in those moments but it did not. Sometime in Anna's future, she awoke, not knowing how long she had been out. She was on her back. Cal was looking at her and stroking her face lovingly. His half-hard cock was still deep in her and felt so wonderful there. When he saw her eyes open, he bent down and kissed her more sweetly than she had ever been kissed. "Welcome back lover. I wish you could have seen how beautiful you have been sleeping under me for the last few minutes."

Neither said another word. Anna's eyes closed; she was sure she was asleep, when in a dream she heard him talking to her, "You are so beautiful. I have known you for such a short time, you would never believe this, but I know who I am and what I want and I am in love with you already. Soon you will break my heart and go back to your world. Maybe, I will be lucky for the first time in my life and we will have enough time together for you to at least know that I'm not crazy for falling for you so quickly and how much I truly love you."

For the next three days, Anna could not turn off her brain. It spun in a hundred circles from being a criminal unable to go home, to being broke unless they could find the money Matt had taken, to how she felt with Cal and to what she had heard him say. Several times they made love or were just playful but it was not wild and free. She was holding back. Anna knew that Cal felt it.

Finally, the weather broke and Cal went to get Gail and Gary. They were a few pounds lighter, dirty, frightened and glad to see him. As they prepared to leave they both lobbied to go look for the packages Matt was carrying.

"Was that the money all of you stole?"

At last, it all was out in the open, they both admitted that was the packages' contents.

"There are still another couple of months of possible bad weather. The money won't mean much, if you're dead. Even if you got it now, you still can't get out until the good weather comes. I promise to take you to the sight and then tell you how to get to Anchorage. In the mean time, I'll get you on the internet and you can try to determine who is looking for you and where."

"Are you going to turn us in and take the money for yourself?"

"No, but you will have to learn enough about me to believe that."

Cal knew that Gail and Anna had been friends since college. They even experimented with girl-on-girl sex. Consequently, he figured Anna would divulge his own dark past. He had not decided what all he would do to protect himself. For now, he was going through the motions of doing what he had promised and was still hoping that things might work out with Anna through some strange quirk of fate. Gail was a shy, socially awkward and unknown but Cal did not trust Gary at all.

A couple of weeks passed. Anna had her period right on schedule but Gail missed hers. She and Gary were not talking and Gail cried all the time. It was now necessary to take some risks. Only one person knew where Cal was, his son. They had worked out a way for Cal to contact him using a private chat room on a porn site using an encrypted code. Cal's brother, Roger, was a doctor in private practice in Atlanta so Cal's son arranged for him to fly to Alaska for an early fishing/hunting trip with all the necessary permits and tags. Cal had left a car at the airport for him to drive to a contact point.