Chapter 4.
It seemed colder, and Sheila pulled her coat more tightly around her as twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to do much good.
She stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever find her way up in the darkness, and she knew she should turn back, returning to the cabin alone.
She didn't want to go all the way to the Millers' camp anyway, because she didn't want Tommy to think of her as interfering .
But she waited, for a few minutes, somehow believing that Tommy would soon be coming down the hill.
When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining down a trail, she was sure it was Tommy on his way back to the cabin.
Then it stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was happening because of the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? Oh God... what if he had fallen?
There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that spot of light and make sure that Tommy was all right.
She moved slowly, cautiously, afraid that she might step into a chuck hole or trip over a fallen branch.
Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined trail angling up the slope.
Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was difficult.
She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of illumination, and she nearly walked into a tree. She stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light.
She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of her, only a short distance away.
She paused to catch her breath and thought about calling out Tommy's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify caused her to remain quiet.
What if it wasn't Tommy at all, and she was nowhere near the Millers' camp? It was possible she was approaching a total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen.
She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Tommy there, it had been worth the climb to put her mind at ease.
The trail reached a level area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight lying on the ground about ten feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree.
She knew someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the tree trunk.
She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look.
My God, please don't let it be Tommy who's fallen and hurt himself.
Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took in more and more: a dark green blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked flesh... and then she wanted to scream!
Her head began spinning crazily as images -- prurient, intense images -- swam through her brain to make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end.
There, a few feet away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, were Tommy and Patty... nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse.
She couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.
Tommy and Patty Miller together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Sheila blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near!
Patty's long legs were back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the driving lunges of Tommy's long, hard penis.
Sheila wanted to run, to flee from this terrible heartbreaking sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of the scene on the blanket.
Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking.
The reddish silkiness of Patty's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her cunt.
Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen -- erect and throbbing -- responding to the contact of his powerful penis as he speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly.
Sheila could hear, as loudly as the drums of doom, Tommy's balls slapping noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of the girl's gyrating buttocks.
When he withdrew, his hard fleshy column -- slick with her lubricating fluid -- would force the tightly clasping flesh of her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock disappeared once more all the way inside her.
Just below the moistened pink flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it.
Patty was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting.
Sheila tried to divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her stare at Tommy's powerful buttocks, as he pistoned into Patty's tight little cunt.
The nakedly thrusting cheeks of his ass tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking; and she watched closely, examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed by the enormous size of his long virile penis.
His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing girl's body, yet she was obviously wanting even more.
Sheila tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body.
Her legs had begun trembling as the bud of her clitoris became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy.
Her head was spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of Tommy and Patty fucking.
"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Tommy... Ohhh, now now now!" Patty groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning cock, and the words floated over to Sheila like teasing, arousing and taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the lewd action.
She stared at Patty's tightly puckered anus as Tommy's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming into the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And Patty begged for more. "Ooooh, yessss... that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, oooh, oohhh!"
Sheila was aghast as she saw Tommy's extended finger sliding into Patty's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy.
Sheila thought she, too, could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly puckering anus, and the shock made her legs move.
Somehow she was able to back away from the tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her Tommy and Patty fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear.
It was as if she was seeing herself at the same age as Patty, that time so many years ago in the park with the sailor.
And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so good, so...
Sheila started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to the top of the rise.
She was again in the darkness of the night, but she moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.
Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Sharon Miller with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Patty's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind.
Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.
Sheila froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway.
It looked even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the brilliant firelight, so close that Sheila thought she could reach out and touch them.