The Punishment for Trespassing

Angela and Tom pulled into the rustic campsite. They groaned as they stepped out of the car, their legs stiff from the long drive.

"Wow!" Angela squealed.

They were hemmed in on all sides by evergreens that scraped the sky and shaded them from the harsh summer sun. A break in the trees revealed the glistening turquoise lake. They had woken up extra early to snag the lake-side site just as the reservation became available. They slowly assembled their camping gear. New to outdoorsmanship, most of the gear was new and they referred back to the instructions frequently. They finished drenched with sweat. The sagging tent made them laugh as Angela stripped off her tee and shorts, revealing a tight yellow bikini, as she ran off and jumped into the lake.

"Ahhh!" she screamed. "It's soooo cold!

Tom laughed as she splashed out of the water in a hurry. He admired his wife's beautiful body. She was committed to regular jogging and the gym, and it showed. She had thick muscled thighs and a flat tummy. Her smooth mocha skin, unusual for their Chinese heritage, stopped and lightened around milky double D tits that bounced gently as she walked to him. Her plump lips were stretched into a bright smile on her pretty face, but his eyes were fixed on her nipples poking through her top.

"Calm down mister," she giggled as she poked him in the crotch. "Are you going to setup your boat?"

He thought for a moment before pulling on her arm, leading her to the tent. They stumbled and snickered as she landed on top of him. She pulled off his clothes and grabbed a hold of his already hard cock. The pink head poked out from her fist as she stroked it as he massaged one of her breasts. She slipped on a condom before swinging her leg over, pushing aside the strip of fabric, to slip his cock inside. She sat on his lap and grinded their hips together before slowly bouncing harder and harder. Her tits heaved as she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and he let out a loud groan. She sighed a moan as she felt his dick vibrating inside of her.

She lay on top of him and swirled a finger on his slick chest.

"So, you were excited," she whispered teasingly.

"Uh, yeah," he groaned. "Should we go for a hike and then wash off in the lake?"

"Sounds like a plan," she smiled.

Angela pulled on jean shorts over her bikini bottom and they set off. It was a beautiful hike with mossy trees and birds singing in the distance. Angela blushed and rolled her eyes at the hushed whispers and sneaked looks at her exposed cleavage every time a group of guys passed them. They rounded a corner and turned onto a grown over trail at a fork.

"Should be this way," he said. "That's what it says on the GPS."

They walked several hundred metres before a white sign appeared.

"Babe, there's a no trespassing sign here," her voice wavered.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, who's even around?"

His words brought little relief to her worries.

They set off onto the path that was barely visible from the lack of use. After a steep set of switchbacks, they made it to a break in the thick trees.

"Oh, my, god!" Angela squealed.

They walked out onto the bright cliffside. The shimmering turquoise lake lay before them, surrounded by dense stands of evergreen conifers. They could see the little fishing boats traveling across the lake like little ants and the little light grey plumes of smoke radiating up from the campground.

Angela sighed. "It's so beautiful Tom!"

She turned him around and hugged his waist, pulling her phone out for a selfie.

A snapping stick behind them made the hair on their necks stand up.

"Hey!" a gruff voice startled the couple. "Hands up!"

The barrel of a hunting rifle appeared from the dark forest. Following it, an older looking behemoth of a man stepped out from the shadows wearing a red plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks but Angela couldn't help but think he maintained a rugged charm. The sighted scope covered a portion of his face but even the messiness of his facial hair could not hide his attractive features.

"Whoa!" Tom said. "We mean no harm man."

"I can see that; I'm the one with the gun," he replied annoyed. "You're trespassing, ya'll can't read English or something?"

"Excuse me?!" Angela blurted. "Seriously, that's offensive-"

"Whoa there!" he exclaimed loudly, cutting her off. He unshouldered the rifle but kept it pointed towards the couple. He gestured at Tom with the gun. "Move aside."

Tom hesitated for a moment before the barrel of the gun convinced him it was better to obey the mountain man for the moment. The man let out a low whistle at the sight of Angela who scoffed and responded with a look of disgust. The sight of her brought a crude smile onto his face.

"Listen," he lowered the gun. "I can call the cops and you two can get arrested for trespassing...or I can blow your brains out and drop you over that cliff there. Makes no difference to me, neither are good for you."

He paused while their eyes widened in terror.

"But hey, we're all friends on this planet," he shrugged. "How 'bout she show me a good time with that pretty mouth of hers and ya'll head back where you came from without a worry in the world."

He tugged on his crotch before raising his rifle again. "What'll be?"

They looked at each other like deer in headlights. The same thing ran through their heads, Tom was in the country on a VISA and any run in with the law could mean he would be deported within the night. Or, they could literally be killed by this maniac. As if they weren't between a rock and a hard place already.

"Angela, maybe we could run," he whispered. "Or, or...you don't think he would actually kill us?"

"I...," Angela paused. "I don't think there's a way out here..."

She surprised Tom with a peck on the lips and hesitated for a moment before walking over to the wild man.

He looked down at her with a sneer and a look of cruel delight in his eyes. She felt dwarfed beside his large framed body as she lay down a towel from her backpack and kneeled before him.

"Let's get this over with," she sighed as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down the fly. She pulled down the waistband of his underpants expecting his cock to be revealed then. To her surprise she just saw a wild bush of pubic hair. She reached into the mess of wiry hair, searching blindly before making contact with throbbing hot flesh. She struggled to extract it, stopping to pull his pants down further before being able to slide it out of his pant leg.

"Wow," slipped out inadvertently of her lips as it flopped out and stood right in front of her nose. She heard Tom curse in shock quietly behind her too.

It was the largest, thickest, cock she had ever seen. Her fingers struggled and failed to reach around the sinewy girth of his still flaccid appendage. It was the first time she had seen a circumcised penis before. Rigid veins snaked up its length and terminated with an angry purple head the size of a plum. Her hot breath on it caused it to jump, startling her as it tugged against her grip. The rich musk of his sweat and precum completely permeated her nose with his wild scent. Her body moved on its own as she lifted his cock to her lips and sucked in the bulbous head like a lollipop. They both moaned as her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans. The smegma, sweat, and precum coated her tongue with a salty bitter slime. She stifled a gag and grimaced.

The man looked down with a cheap sneer. "That's right, clean this dirty old man's cock," he laughed.

She squeaked in surprise as the cock continued to swell in her mouth. Her jaws stretched and felt strained as she became accustomed to the taste. She began to realize that she might not actually mind the salty rich taste of the man's musk. Her mouth watered and strings of spittle dribbled down to her chest and thighs. The cock flopped out of her mouth as she gasped for air. It stood perfectly rigid at an angle, casting a shadow onto Angela's slimy face. Fully erect, it was bigger than any cock that Angela could imagine.

"Shit, you city slickers can't suck cock for shit," he said as he grabbed her ponytail in his fist and rammed his cock down her throat. She squealed as her jaws stretched and felt like popping, the throbbing meat in her mouth pushed deeper and deeper until it blocked her airway. She gagged and coughed as he pushed her head farther onto his cock. She only reached down a third of the way before they felt significant resistance. He held her there, rivulets of spittle leaving dark trails down the otherwise dry cock as she gasped for air. She buckled in his arm and he threw her off of his cock. She landed on her side and coughed wildly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Yenno, such a performance might not even be worth it for me," he teased as she glared up at him. "Though, I've got to say, you've got quite the curves for an Asian...stand up."

She submitted to his obedient tone and made her way onto her feet.

"Turn around and get rid of those ridiculous shorts."

Angela turned around and looked at Tom who starred back in shocked disbelief. She could see that he was struggling to summon the courage to speak up, but only the occasional squeaks made it out. She sighed and resigned herself to her fate when she saw the outline of Tom's cock poking against his khaki pants. She popped the clasp and leaned over, slowly sliding her shorts off and revealed the bright orange thong. She grimaced and her face flushed with embarrassment to have to present her most private secret to a stranger. Mostly because she felt a burning desire in her pussy like she had never felt before and knew what he might see. It throbbed in need of release, the man's rough and commanding nature bringing out something she never knew she wanted.

He smiled quietly at the dark spot in her bikini bottom before exclaiming, "And she's got ass too, wow!"

He pulled her tight against his body and ripped her bikini off her tits, revealing the rigid puffy nipples to the crisp mountain air. He roughly groped and squeezed her large retrousse tits as she squirmed within his grasp. She felt his throbbing hard cock against her back as he reached down and slipped a finger into her sopping pussy.

"OHH!" she cried out in pleasure as she thrashed in his grasp.

"H-hey, stop! This isn't, she isn't, stop!" Tom cried out in protest, mistaking her struggle of one of trying to escape rather than of one being in the throes of pleasure.

She had forgotten that he was even there as the man stared Tom in the eye as he pinched her nipple and distended it. She chocked out a moan and her breath turned increasingly heavy as he continued to twist it between his fingers.

"Seems to be enjoying it just fine," the man said.

He whispered something in her ear, his words giving her goosebumps and sent a shiver down her spine.

She gave one mournful glance at Tom before moving back to her knees. The man stripped off his pants, revealing muscled legs that were as equally matted in hair as his face. To her surprise he knelt too and grabbed her by the hair to bring her to all fours.

"Ohmph!" she gasped as his cock suddenly filled her throat again.

He grabbed her thong in one hand and pulled it tight. He could see her squirming her ass, pleasuring her sensitive mound on the taunt fabric. She coughed and sputtered as he used his grasp on her ass and head as leverage to thrust his cock deeper into her virgin throat. Her head bobbed wildly and, satisfied, the man reached down and groped her hanging tits. He twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples, eliciting a litany of moans chocked out by the cock in her mouth. Tom was shocked silent as he watched the scene before him, acutely oblivious to the sticky grool dripping from his wife's pussy.

The man roughly pulled Angela up onto her knees and began face fucking her in earnest. Her hands pushed against his rigid thighs in futile resistance as his moans built up rapidly in volume. His roar felt like it shook the forest as the first blast of cum went down her throat. His cock swelled again and cum burst from her lips. She frantically coughed which ejected his cock from her mouth. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back. The cock jerked widely in his grip as thick ropes of cum splattered across her face and dribbled down her chest.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, blinded from the onslaught. "You're cumming so much!"

As the thick ropes slowed to drippling globs, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock back into her unsuspecting mouth.

"Clean it, slut," he muttered. She obliged and hungrily sucked the last drops she could squeeze from the long shaft, massaging his massive balls in her hand.

After his breathing slowed, he gently pushed her off his softening cock.

"Well, that's that," he said matter-a-factly as he fastened his pants. "A deal's a deal. Nice meeting you folks, go back the direction you came, please."

He left without another word, the sounds of crunching sticks echoing through the forest.

"Oh my god Angela," Tom blurted. "Are you okay?!"

She was silent but, out of sight from Tom, her fingers moved on their own and gently teased her aching mound. She shuddered as she sucked the musky rich cum off her finger before snapping out of it as Tom came behind her.

.....

They tried to clean up the best that they could with what they had, but globs of cum remained in her hair and crusty remnants of dried cum was still streaked across her chest, face, and thighs. They did not speak a work and hiked down in silence before Tom asked, "So what did he say to you?"

"Really?" Angela croaked, her throat still burning from the earlier assault. "That's the first thing you ask?"

"Are, are you okay?" Tom asked.

"What do you think?! Hell...no," she replied unsteadily.

Silence fell again except for the distant calls of birds and crunching of dirt underneath their boots.

"He said," Angela could sense Tom wasn't going to let it go. "He said that I had a perfect body for breeding."

She looked back at Tom and stopped.

"And if he caught me there again," she took a step with each word towards a frozen Tom. "He would make me cum on his fat juicy cock, make my body his as he fucked me silly, and filled me up until there was no chance I wasn't knocked up."

"J-jesus," Tom whispered. He yelped as she grabbed his hardened cock through the trousers. She made a disgusted face before turning around to continue down the trail. Tom stood still in shock for several moments before following her.

She bit her lip, her face contorted with troubled thoughts. She knew that the mountain man was not lying. He was serious about what he said he would do, that he could and would make her body submit to him and the worst part was that, she knew deep inside her head, she wanted that.

"Well, that's not gonna happen!" Tom yelled back at her. "All he is going to get is a visit from the police! We are going to report him the minute we get..."

"What?! I almost drowned in cum to avoid all this bullshit. Did you forget that we were trespassing? I basically consented too, the police wouldn't do anything."

They made their way down the mountain in silence. She tried her best to ignore the prying eyes and hushed whispers of those that passed them. The sour musky scent of sex emanated from her body and was apparent to those not ignorant. A group of college boys even hooted and hollered at Tom, feigning jerking off in the air, and exclaimed, "Holy shit, nice work dude!" The couple's faces flushed red and they quickened their step.

Angela slipped away to the lake to thoroughly clean herself of the remnants of the man's work.

She shivered as she walked back to the tent.

"Warm me up babe," she whispered into Tom's ear as she pulled him into the tent.

They landed on the mats, their bodies intertwining as their lips met and the tell-tale sound of shuffling sleeping bags emanated from the tent. Angela was ready, tearing off Tom's pants and underwear in a frenzy before sitting on top of him again. The little mushroom head poking out of her fist made her think the cock that she had always considered adequate was actually too small.

"A-are you sure you want to do this?" Tom whispered.

"I'm in control now," she purred as she slipped on a condom.

She sat down and slipped his cock inside of her, moaning as her pussy finally received the stimulation it desired. She rode him hard, her hands tightly gripping his wrists as her body bounced. It wasn't long before she felt his cock squirming inside of her and he whimpered in pleasure.

She rolled off and sighed.

.....

They woke up from a troubled sleep as the early morning calls of robins echoed through the forest. She groaned. Her body felt crusty and she kept finding small globs of cum in her hair.

After a quiet breakfast, Angela suggested that Tom should get setup for a day of fishing.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked. "I don't need to go fishing..."

"Yeah, it's fine. It's why we chose this place right?" Angela exclaimed exasperated. "No point in ruining this trip...though, I don't want to be stuck in a boat all day. Maybe I'll go to the beach?"

Tom found her insistence on this strange, but thought it best to leave her to what she wanted to do to recover normalcy.

She returned Tom's wave as his little inflatable boat departed from shore. As soon as he turned around the corner, she snuck off back up the trail. She made quick pace and reached the clearing. Sweat dripped from her chin as she looked around, finding nothing except the urge to pee. She brought her pants down to ankles and squatted behind a large boulder.

"You again?" the man's voice startled her as she finished. He stepped out from the darkness of the trees.

"I got lost again...and I really needed to go pee."

"That's still trespassing, miss. If anything, the second time is worse. I'm not sure if I can let you off easy like last time."

"Easy?" she thought as she suppressed a tingle in her throat. "That was easy?"

He grunted and looked at her silently.

"Well, I've been a bad girl," she cooed as she stood up with her leggings still by her ankles. He paused and stared at her cleanly shaved and puffy pussy lips. Her inner thighs were sticky wet with what he suspected was not sweat nor pee. She turned around and leaned against the large boulder. Curving her back and thrusting her ass out. He watched the little red star of her asshole twinkle back at him and a long oozing string of her juices drip onto the ground. "I need to be punished."

He ripped his belt from his waist and smacked it loudly against his palm. He crept behind her and roughly spanked her across the ass with the belt. The slap loudly echoed through the woods and the rush of flapping from frightened birds startled her as much as the stinging sensation on her ass.

"Fuuuck," her loud moan echoed off the cliff.

*thwack*

"OOH!" she yelped. "Ouch!"

He repeated until her ass was bright red and her legs trembled. He roughly shoved his middle fingers up her pussy and began thrusting rapidly. She thrusted back with her hips and it was only moments before she screamed in ecstasy. Juices squirted from her pussy and splattered onto the dry dusty ground. She trembled and held onto the boulder desperately as pleasure surged through her in burning waves. He stood silently as she recovered her breath. She turned around and grabbed his rough hairy fingers. Her legs were unsteady as she led him to the trees. She pulled his pants down and seated him on a moss-covered log.

"I'm in control now," she purred seductively. He smirked in response, interested in how this was going to go. She went on her knees and gave his cock a long lick from his balls up to the tip of his flared cock. "You think you're so hot with your big fat cock?"