Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 12:31:19 -0000
From: shakes <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky in Montana Part 3

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I opened my eyes to the morning, groggy and sticky with the rising
temperature and humidity of the woods. I lay there uncomfortably on my
back--my body stiff from the unnatural position I seemed to get myself into
during a troubled sleep. I could feel the tightness from my long
underwear--the top portion pulling and knotted up underneath me from
Montana removing so that I would keep from shivering throughout the
night. Montana lay on his side--almost leaning over me--oblivious in his
sleep.

I pulled the covers off of me--needing the fresh morning air to cool the
stickiness from my skin. When I tried to roll over to get up and off of the
blankets and hide underneath me, I noticed a very heavy weight holding me
down by my hip. When I looked down, I saw Montana's hand--clutching my hip
possessively. My heart leaped in my throat and began to pound so loud, I
was sure it would shake the trees. My face felt flushed. I needed out of
that bed. Something was very wrong with me. I wasn't supposed to feel this
way-not about Montana.

I could feel Montana's warm breath on my cheek and shoulder--soft breaths
of a man in the midst of a generous sleep. I knew he couldn't possibly be
aware of our rather arousing position. If he knew he'd push me away--call
me names and start swearing at me. Carefully so as not to wake him, I
inched my hand down slowly to his in an effort to remove it.

I studied his face carefully as I tried not to disturb him. His long
eyelashes shadowed his cheekbones; his black hair fell in wisps to frame
his face; morning stubble had surfaced and made him even more handsome than
the day before. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to control my
thoughts as my hand slid down and gently wrapped around Montana's
wrist. When I opened my eyes again, there were two pools of emerald green
staring back at me. I wanted to die.

There was nothing said as we lay there-our eyes locked. I considered
bolting up and running as far away from Montana as possible. I considered
blubbering out some ridiculous excuse for something I wasn't responsible
for in the first place--it was his hand--I didn't put it there. I thought
about cracking a joke, and make it seem like nothing was going on. My mind
was racing when I noticed something else besides his hand pressed into my
hip. Something stronger.

I released his wrist and laid--my body straight as a board. His eyes burned
right through me, and I didn't have the voice to speak a word. I lay there
wide-eyed and fearful of his next move--his next sentence. His next move
arrived, and it wasn't the beating and cussing that I was psyching myself
up for.

Slowly, very delicately he slid his hand from my hip while never taking his
eyes off of mine. I could feel his hand reaching for something--reaching
for something inside of me. The yearning in his eyes told me what he wanted
before I felt his hand rubbing and caressing my cock and balls through the
thin material of my underwear. I felt a rush of panic swallow me-I didn't
know what was happening and it terrified me. Then the realization hit that
I did know what was happening. What scared me even more was the fact that I
wanted it--I welcomed it. Montana reached into my underwear and I felt his
hand touch my maleness without any barrier between his skin and mine.

" 'Tanna..." I choked out before his mouth clamped down on mine, and was
seeking out my very own breath. I struggled against him-reeling from what
was taking place. I opened my mouth slightly-maybe to protest-maybe to urge
him on-when his tongue pushed past my lips and tasted me greedily. His hand
left my cock and shoved itself into my hair--pulling my head back
hard--Montana's kiss becoming deeper and stronger. I wanted to cry--I
wanted to scream--I wanted to laugh and dance. I wrapped my arms around him
and pulled him on top of me instead--my own tongue gaining enough courage
to seek his mouth out.

Our bodies writhed together in rhythm as Montana conquered my mouth with
his own. His kiss was so powerful, I was afraid of passing out--I wasn't
getting enough air. When Montana finally released his liplock on me--we
were both gasping for air. My head was reeling--my heart was pounding.

Montana's hand relaxed its grip on my hair, and soon was petting my head
gently as his eyes searched mine. He had the same look in his eyes as he
did the day before-telling me I was beautiful--telling me I could have
anyone I wanted. His eyes were full of lust-his face so flushed--so
handsome. I made the decision then, that I was through with Mary-Anne, and
all of the women I thought made me happy along the way. I wanted
Montana. By the look in Montana's eyes, I was fairly certain that he wanted
me as well.

I wanted to say something--to tell him something, but the words escaped
me. The moment was too big; too intense to define in words. My mouth
opened, but Montana shushed me with his hand as he brought his lips to my
jaw, and began to kiss his way down my neck to my collarbone. His hand
raked my skin on it's way down to my aching member--stroking and caressing
me there. His mouth covered one of my nipples--my body almost jumping a
foot off of the ground as he gently chewed and teased it to an unbelievable
stiffness. I could feel him fumbling with my long underwear--pushing what
left I was wearing, down over my hips. I could feel his half-naked body
against me and thought I would burst. I let my hands drift down the damp
and heated skin of his back, and let them sneak past his own thin cotton
covering--resting on the two muscular mounds of his buttocks. When I
squeezed, and pushed him firmly down onto me, Montana's mouth let go of my
tender nub, and he let out a primal groan.

There was no time to contemplate the meaning of what we were doing. Montana
was off of me in a flash--dumping the blankets that kept us warm throughout
the night off of his own body. He frantically pulled at the rest of my
underclothes, and threw them aside. His own were hanging down below his
hips--offering me a view of his enormous manhood as it pointed up to the
sky. If I had considered more carefully what his actions would have been, I
would have been a bit more frightened by the size of him.

His breath was coming out in gasps as he hastily stood up over me and
yanked his long underwear completely off. He kneeled back down and shoved
me onto my stomach quite forcefully. I opened my mouth to tell him to
lighten up a bit, but it was too late. In what seemed like one fluid
movement, he was over me pulling up on my hips--as my ass rose and I was
carrying my weight on my knees, he sunk his entire cock into my bowels. I
couldn't think--I couldn't breathe.

He held himself--not moving in the slightest way as I thought I was going
to die from the pain. I thought about crawling away--removing him from my
insides, but I couldn't move a muscle--every fiber of me was clenched in
what seemed like a white-knuckled grip. My head started feeling light, and
I started to see stars when I felt Montana press his belly and chest to my
back--leaning over me gently. His breath was warm in my ear.

"Breathe, Lucky." He commanded as his strong hands began to stroke my
sides. His hands were warm like his breath. I couldn't see the ground below
me for the stars. My head slumped forward, and my arms gave out. I lay face
down with my ass in the air. I could hear Montana's voice.

"Breathe, Lucky." He commanded again. One of his hands tangled itself into
my hair, and tugged my head to one side. Like a summons--my lungs kicked in
and I gulped in air as fast as I could. The stars slowly began to disappear
and I started to see the bundle of hide and blankets below me. My insides
felt like they were being ripped out.

" 'Tanna..." I let out a strangled cry, and considered screaming until I
felt his hand leave my hair--stroking and caressing my shoulders and back
while the other one held me firmly by the hip.

"Shhh...just breathe, baby." Montana whispered as he started a sort of
rocking motion. I listened to him as he chanted for me to keep breathing,
and as my breathing became more regular, I could feel Montana gently moving
in and out of me--never fully leaving my body. The overwhelming sensation
of pain had decreased to a dull ache. It was easier to breathe--easier to
think. Before I knew it, the dull ache was subsiding, and a new feeling was
slowly presenting itself. I grunted, as the new feeling was becoming
stronger.

As Montana's member stroked and pushed across that wonderful spot on the
inside of me, I leaned up on my elbows--slowly starting to push my body
backwards to meet his movements. It didn't seem long before I couldn't fill
myself enough with him. Each time his enormity scraped over that itch--my
eyes closed in growing pleasure. Montana seemed to sense this--soon his
gentle stroking ceased on my back and shoulders, and crept to the front of
me. He rubbed and pinched my one nipple playfully before his hand delved
between my legs--my engorged cock began sliding in and out of his hand.

"Ohhh...Lucky. You feel so good."

I wanted to let Montana know how good he felt to me too, but when I opened
my mouth I could only moan and cry out like the cheap women I used to take
up with me to my own bed not so very long before. Nothing I had ever
experienced before had felt so good. Even though Montana was buried deep
inside of me--I couldn't get close enough to him. I started to push my ass
harder into him with each of his thrusts inward. It didn't take Montana
long to figure it out. He started driving himself harder--picking up the
pace--intensifying his need and mine.

"Ohhh...fuck, baby." Montana hissed in my ear before I could feel his teeth
start to nibble on my shoulder. Again, I tried to say something to let him
know how incredible I was feeling but I only was able to moan out loud. My
body slowly began to tingle--starting at my feet and moving up slowly. When
the tingle reached my balls, my stomach lurched, and my cock sprayed my
seed beneath me onto our makeshift bed. Montana finally let go of my
softening flesh--and then held me firmly with both hands on my hips.

He groaned and began to pummel into me harder. I was coming down from my
own high when I felt his last thrust, and his weight covered the back of
me--pushing me flat onto my stomach. His face was nuzzled to the back of my
neck and shoulder. Nothing was said--I felt and heard him try to control
his breathing--his body plastered to my own. Eventually he shifted his
weight, and I felt his cock slip from me--leaving me feeling empty and
alone.

He rolled off of me, and the feeling of emptiness increased to an almost
unbearable level. I felt the morning breeze blow gently on my back--making
me very aware of the wetness that existed between my ass as well as on my
legs. The sensation combined with all of my thoughts and emotions for
Montana came rushing over me. My body began to shake uncontrollably.

"Shit..." I heard him whisper.

"What?" I mumbled through chattering teeth.

"Shit, I...Lucky, are you okay?" I felt his hand rub my shoulder. I didn't
want him to stop. He felt so good. I wanted to have him inside of me again
and to keep him there forever.

"What?" I was vibrating.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry."

"What...what are you saying?" I slowly pushed myself up to a sitting
position so that I could see Montana. It took every ounce of strength that
I could muster up. I gasped when I realized how sore I was. I clenched my
teeth and waited for the discomfort to pass. When I opened my eyes--Montana
was staring at me with an indescribable expression on his face. He shook
his head slowly at me.

"What, 'Tanna?"

"I don't know what I did. I'm sorry..." He got to his feet and searched the
clothesline he had made the night before, and frantically grabbed his
garments. I stared at him--confused about what I was hearing. Was he sorry
for what we did? Was he sorry that he was with me? I felt the heated rush
of tears surfacing, and I willed myself to hold them back. The distance he
knowingly was putting between us was contributing to my feeling of
confusion and emptiness. I racked myself trying to hold back my emotions.

"You're sorry..." I repeated unknowingly out loud.

Montana pulled his pants on in a hurry, and tossed my own clothes beside me
after he struggled to slide his feet in his boots. I wrapped my arms around
myself in order to find warmth, but there was none. The only place I would
ever feel warm again was in his arms. I sat dumbfounded as I watched him
put on the rest of his clothes.

It was a while before I finally decided to fumble through the pile of
clothes that Montana had tossed to me. I slowly moved to put them on and
every muscle in my body seemed to protest against any sort of movement, but
I managed to pull my shirt on-like Montana, not bothering to step into my
long underwear. I cringed with every motion-my ass felt like it was on
fire. I looked up to find Montana watching me worriedly. I could feel my
tears begin to make their surface again.

"You...you're bleeding, Lucky." Montana pointed at me. I looked down
between my legs and saw no sign that I was bleeding, however I remembered
the wetness I felt as the wind blew over me just moments ago. I reached
behind me and gently touched my hand to my bottom, and then brought my hand
back in front of me. There were faint traces of crimson, but nothing I felt
that needed to be alarmed about. I looked back at Montana.

"I didn't mean...I didn't want to hurt you."

"I'm okay." I whispered.

Montana nodded and sank down in front of me--helping me do up the buttons
on my shirt. As soon as his fingers grazed against mine, I stopped moving
and simply stared at him. His concentration was solely on buttoning up my
shirt--he didn't notice my eyes pleading with his until he was
finished. His green eyes were fixed on me. He swallowed hard before our
mouths found each other again.

I felt a sudden rush of warmth as Montana crushed me to him--burying his
hands in my hair. I clung to him desperately--my whole being felt raw with
shock and need, but it wouldn't last. Montana's body stiffened up, and he
roughly tore away from me. I was dazed as I watched him stand up and coldly
walk away. I was too stunned to really say anything-his actions were like a
blow to the chest.

"We need to get moving. It won't take long for a posse to track us here."

" 'Tanna..." I tried, but he cut me off short with words I would dread.

"What happened was a mistake, Lucky. I'm sorry."