Backcountry Nightmare (previously published as, Poached)

~Backcountry Nightmare~

“Hold her down Ted, I’m gonna cum!” grunted the middle-aged man lying on top of the struggling young girl.

“Okay, okay, keep your pants on,” giddily joked Ted as he kneeled in the moss and dry leaves above the girl’s head. Catching hold of the girl’s wrists he pulled her arms above her head and pressed them into the damp earth as red-faced, his friend Carl bucked his hips between the outstretched legs of the girl, his cock slapping home wetly in the still of the forest.

“Yes,” Carl moaned, as he picked up speed. Squeezing the girl’s breasts through her shirt and tank top, he rested his considerable bulk on her, crushing the wind from her as she continued to struggle, her cries muffled by the torn panties bunched in her mouth. “Oh my god!” Carl groaned as he pulled out of her at the last minute; his wet cock sending streams of hot white come spurting across her shirt and partially shaved pussy. “Jesus,” he said as he milked the last of his come, dribbling it into the strip of hair on her mound, “ she is so fucking tight, Ted. I haven’t had anything like that since I was in high school! Pass me the bottle, would you?” he asked as he sat back, his pants still around his ankles, and took in the beauty of the partially clothed girl lying before him.

~*~

Earlier that day, Willow had been anxious to clear High Heaven Pass before nightfall so she wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of snow stranding her. She was backpacking by herself as an end of summer treat after spending countless hours sitting in the uncomfortable heat and noise of the public pool as the lifeguard.

As a lifeguard, she had grown weary of the chlorine smell and constant shrieks of the little kids and by mid summer she hated going in to her job. The grandpas all ogled her, some on the sly, some openly, and the few teens who ventured into the pool invariably wound up hitting on her. All in all, it had been a surprisingly stressful summer and she was relieved to be walking through the high pine forest with not a care on her mind other than making it over the pass. If she couldn’t make it, it was no big deal, she could go around, but she had been hoping to clear the pass and drop down to a lake on the other side that a friend had told her she had to see.

Coming out of the tall fir trees to a high alpine meadow, she was disappointed to see the pass was further ahead than she thought, but at the same time she was taken with the beauty of the meadow and the small, meandering creek that cut through the center of it. Deciding to stop here for the night, she followed the creek to a small pool on the edge of the meadow and made her camp on a soft bluff of moss. After setting up her camp, she walked barefoot down the smooth sand to the pool and tested the water with her toe. It was cold, but the sun wouldn’t go behind the trees for at least another hour and she was dirty. The sweat and dust of the past couple of days had made her skin feel sticky in her mummy bag and she was looking forward to a cool, clean sleep.

Guided by a lifetime of living among others, she gave a quick glance around before peeling off her clothes to reveal a magnificently toned body, her skin the tan color of summer offset by white bikini lines over her breasts. Her bikini wax from two weeks ago still looked good and her pubic mound was a milky smooth white on either side of the strip of soft black hair leading like a blacktop highway to the lips of her pussy. Her pert breasts were almost perfectly round and her nipples hard in the cool mountain air. Stepping gingerly, she entered the pool and waded until it was deep enough, then she dove in.

The shock of the cold water momentarily took her breath away, but she forced herself to relax and after a few strokes, she floated lazily taking in the deep blue of the sky.

Floating on her back, she noticed something peculiar. Her breasts were breaking the surface of the water and the warm air caused a deep heat to start at her nipples and flow down her taught stomach to the lips of her pussy. Unconsciously, the fingers of her hand slid over her pubic mound and lightly stroked the hard nub of her clit turning up the wave of liquid heat forming in her belly and radiating between her thighs. Her other hand slid deliciously over her breast. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the soft sway of the water and squeezing her breast, she rubbed her swollen clit until with the palm of her hand sliding firmly up and down her nub, she slid first one, then two fingers between the lips of her cunt. As her fingers delved into her wet heat, she lost her precarious floating balance and was forced to stand in the pool, the water gently lapping between her thighs, tickling her pussy with its cold drops splashed from the thrusting of her hand. Moaning, she fucked herself faster and squeezed her tits, the tremulous quaking of an orgasm spreading its wet heat from her belly to her thighs as she stroked harder and faster. With a final, painful squeeze and shove of three fingers in her tight pussy, she came in a glorious wave and turning her face to the sky yelled, “Yes!” as her slim, fit body quivered between the water and sky.

Moaning, she relaxed and kneeled in the cool water, draining the heat from her body as she languidly stroked herself clean between her legs. With her other hand she reached behind her and ran her slim hand between her butt cheeks, her fingers lingering on her tiny hole, knowing there was something good there as the fading tingle spread from her belly to her cunt and now ass. Being between boyfriends, she would have to wait to see.

Done with her cleansing, Willow scanned the hillside and meadow before she stood up and stepped gingerly to the sand bank, her skin tingling and covered in goose bumps in the clear, mountain air.

~*~

“Oh my god Carl, you’ve got to see this! Get your scope and come over here, quick!”

“What is it, another one of your bull elks?” Carl asked in reference to a past joke where Ted supposedly saw the elk of all elks.

“No, this is even better but you’re gonna miss it if you keep screwing around!”

Carl stood beside his friend on the hillside and looking through a space in the trees to the meadow below, focused his scope. “Where?” he asked.

“The pond in back.”

Carl leaned a little to see around a tree just in time to see Willow stand in the water, her hand between her thighs and her other squeezing her tit as she masturbated in front of the two men.

“Oh my god, Ted, is she doing what I think she’s doing?”

“She is, and goddamn, would you look at that body of hers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that fine in real life. Fuck, I wish I was her hand!”

Feeling thick in the throat with lust, his cock snaking uncomfortably down his canvas slacks, Carl made a noise of agreement and watched the young girl stroke herself faster until she went rigid and called out something to the sky. “Goddamn Ted, I think she just came. Is she all alone down there?”

“I dunno. I’ve only seen her and I haven’t wanted to look at anything else. You see anyone else?”

Carl scanned her tent and campsite. He saw no one and taking in the single pack and small tent, he decided she must be by herself. “I think she’s alone Ted,” he said as he went back to watching her in the water. “Damn, look at that would you?” he said as Willow stood facing them and stepped out of the water. “Look at that pretty line of hair on her pussy and those fucking round little breasts of hers. Son of a bitch Ted, I’m not gonna be able to get that picture out of my mind tonight.”

“Why would you?” Ted said. “Do you think we should go down and introduce ourselves?”

“Uh, I dunno,” Carl said as he watched Willow finish drying herself and slip into her clothes.

Carl and Ted ultimately decided to not go down and introduce themselves, instead, they stoked their campfire and drank whiskey, regaling one another with stories of girls had, yet both of them knew they had never had anything like the girl camped below them and neither of them ever would.

As the night wore on and the bottle went down, Ted said, “You know, camping like that, by yourself, a lot of things could happen. I remember a couple of years ago, reading about some girls that had gone camping in the woods and have never been heard from since. You have to wonder what happens to those people.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Take that girl down there. She’s obviously all by herself and there’s no one around for miles. You and I’ve been up here for eight straight days and she’s the first person we’ve seen. Anything could happen to her and no one would ever know about it. You know what I mean?”

“I think I know what you mean, Carl, and I have to think about it. Pass me the bottle would you?” asked Ted.

Both men sat in silence for a while, watching the flames and letting the whiskey warm their blood, their imaginations and inhibitions slowly being released by the liquid fire.

Eventually, Ted got up and after peeing in the bushes, walked to the tent and emerged with a coil of parachute cord and his hunting knife. Walking back over to the fire he put the cord in his pants pocket and sitting down said, “So what do you say… I think we should go pay that girl a visit. What do you think?”

Carl looked across the fire at Ted as a nasty smile lit up his face and he replied, “I was just thinking the same thing. Let me get a couple of things and I’ll be right with you.” Getting up he too went pee and then to the tent. Coming out he had a camera and a pistol he bought for “protection”, though from what he was never able to really say. “I figure this might be a memorable moment!” he said holding up the camera.

Ted laughed and banked the fire. “Let’s take another bottle with us. Who knows? Maybe she’s lonely down there,” he laughed.

The two men set off with their bottle and a short time later were at the edge of the field.

“So what should we do?” Ted whispered to Carl. “Just walk up there and knock, or what? It doesn’t look like she’s awake. Her tent is dark.”

Without warning, Carl called out across the field, “Halloo the tent!