“THE CHAIN SWING”

(Part two)

By Brandon Tanner

      Steven tossed two more chunks of chopped pine into the open fire, which he had secured in a ring of medium-sized rocks. Teri speared a hotdog on long, sharpened, stick while they watched the sun set behind the mountains. “Did that hurt?” She laughed.

     “What?” Steve poked at the fire with a long barbecue-fork.

     “I just stabbed your weenie.” Terri giggled like a schoolgirl. “It’s about the same size too.”

     “You’re a sick puppy, girl.” Steve sat in front of the fire watching the last of the sun slip behind the mountains.

     Terri joined him, still chuckling. “Here’s your dick-on-a-stick.“  She broke into loud laughter. An owl hooted a response from across the lake.

     Steve grinned. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re completely nuts?”

     “Yeah, you – an’ it must be true because I’m crazy in love with you.” Terri licked the raw hotdog. “I’m even nuts enough to do the same to you.”

     “You just stabbed the damn thing!“

     “Now, I’m gonna stick it in the fire an’ cook it. When it swells up an’ splits, I’ll eat it.”

     “Will you take it all an’ swallow?” Steve watched the flames dance in Terri’s eyes.

     She sucked the end of the raw meat. “Every inch and all your hot cum.” Her breath quickened. “I want you – now!”

     “Before you eat my weenie?”

     “I want to fuck you in the lake … right now!”

     Terri twisted off the water and wrung her hair into the tub. She slid the glass door open, looked into the bedroom. Her husband was asleep and snoring softly. He doesn’t get it, she thought. The camping trip was a year old and still burned in her mind with vivid detail. The sex they had at the lake was the best, nothing they’d done since came close.

     She sat at the vanity staring at her reflection in the Glass. I love him … I get off with him big-time, but it’s not like it was at the lake. She shot mousse into her left hand and studied the soft texture of the white foam. She smiled, rubbed the substance into her wet hair and let her mind wander back to that first night at the lake.

     Terri dropped her hotdog, stick and all, into the fire. She pulled off her denim shirt, exposing her firm breasts and shed her blue jean cut-offs – no panties underneath. “You have no balls if you don’t fuck me in the lake!” She stood naked and defiant, hands on hips, glowing in the firelight.

     Steve shook his head. “You’re serious! You want to get it on in the water.”

     “Absolutely – an’ the idea of it is making me wet.” She took off running and plunged into the lake, scaring a flock of birds out of the trees.

     Steve stood up, tearing off his shirt and hopping out of his shorts. “I’ll be Goddamned!”

     Terri splashed in the water and yelled, “You’ll be cut off for a month if you don’t get your hot weenie in here right now!”

     “You asked for it.” Steve plunged into the cold water.  Diamonds of moonlight scattered across Terri’s half-submerged body. “It’s freezing!”  They rolled into deeper water until Terri floated freely. “Fuck me now, Steven – right now!”  They were suspended, no restricting sheets or mattress … suspended in an altered-state.  Steve stood on the bottom, his head and the top of his shoulders out of the water. He held her thighs and slid his cock into Terri.  

     “Let me float, she said, moving her arms and legs. “Push it in deeper – oh, God! It feels so great!” On the edge of a second climax, Terri pulled away, ducked under the water and took Steve in her mouth. He exploded in her mouth. Terri came with him. She burst out of the water. “Again – from behind.”

     “You’ll drown for Christ sake.”

     “I’ll float – fuck my ass!”

     “Too late … I’m done.” Steve had shriveled to a cold noodle. The altered-state had ended.

     The intense memory sent a warm rush through Terri as she continued combing the mousse through her damp hair. She looked at Steve’s image in the mirror. He turned over, mumbling something in his sleep. He just doesn’t get it. Not even a clue.