Stuck on You and Other Prime Cuts

by Jasper Bark

  He followed Consuela to a clearing and then promptly lost her, as though she’d vanished into the scrub grass beyond the trees. He stood panting for a moment as he got his breath back. The sun was sinking behind the tops of the trees and heavy clouds were moving in.

  A hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him round. It was Consuela. Ricardo lost his balance and she took advantage of this, pushing him up against a tree trunk. Before he could react she pressed herself against him and grabbed his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

  Consuela’s lips were soft and insistent. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth stroking his tongue and stoking his need for her. His hands slid up and down her back as she tilted her pelvis and pushed her crotch against his.

  He moved his lips to her neck, kissing his way down the soft flesh, pinching it with his lips and flicking out his tongue to taste the sheen of salt sweat on her skin. Consuela reached around, undid her bra and slipped off her top.

  Ricardo slid his hands round to her front and cupped her breasts, small and firm against his palm. He brushed his thumb lightly over her dark brown nipples. She caught her breath and bit his shoulder. The sudden pain gave him a rush.

  Ricardo kissed his way along her collarbone and down her chest. Consuela leaned back, pushing her breasts out as his lips circled her right nipple. He ran his tongue slowly round the tip, teasing it till it was firm and erect, then pressed it between his lips as Consuela groaned with appreciation.

  The warm odor of her breast and the way the nipple hardened beneath his tongue set off a deep yearning in him. An appetite for her that seemed impossible to satisfy. It wasn’t just the way she touched him and offered herself up to be touched. It was a deeper, more primal urge that made him want to melt into her and penetrate every molecule in her body.

  Consuela wriggled out of her shorts and pants, then took hold of the hair on the back of his head and pulled him away from her breast. She bent his head back, put her other hand on his shoulder and pushed Ricardo to his knees with a strength that surprised him.

  She placed her right foot on his shoulder and moved his head so that it was inches from her crotch. She was wet and he could smell her juices, hot and musky. “Do you want to taste me?”

  “Oh God yes.”

  “Say please.”

  “What?”

  She tugged at his hair making him wince. “Say please.”

  “Please.”

  She tugged again. “Say pretty please.”

  “Ow, pretty please.”

  “Good boy.”

  Consuela tilted her pelvis up and guided his head forward. Ricardo ran his tongue between her lips and up to her clitoris. She gasped as his tongue found the tender hood and the tight knot of flesh it hid. He circled them both with his tongue, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, keeping time with Consuela as she rocked her hips back and forth.

  Ricardo could almost feel the pleasure burst from her clitoris, like ripples traveling a little further along her thighs and up her spine with each flick of his tongue. Consuela’s moans became full throated cries as she rode the crest of an orgasm. Her fingers clenched into a fist in his hair. She pushed his face deep into her. Her juices spilled over his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

  He couldn’t believe how good she tasted, how hard he was. A huge shudder ran through her body as Ricardo’s tongue increased its speed. Consuela let out a long, fierce cry of joy as the orgasm crashed through her and she ejaculated into his mouth.

  The hot jet of liquid hit the back of his throat and he swallowed in surprise. His tongue darted back to her clitoris and she ejaculated again, crying out even louder as she filled his mouth. Ricardo swallowed and coughed as she let go of his hair and slumped against a tree to recover.

  “Your turn,” Consuela said as she straddled him and pushed him on to his back. She knelt over him, unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jean and his boxers. His erection sprang bolt upright. Free at last. She took hold of him with her thumb and forefinger, encircling the almost imperceptible ring of sensitive tissue just below the base of his helmet. He stiffened in her hand as she gently rolled her thumb and forefinger up and down.

  Tucking her hair behind her ear she bent over and put her mouth on his balls. The skin of his scrotum tightened as her tongue traced each ball and then moved upwards along the length of his shaft. As she got to the top Consuela rolled down his foreskin with her thumb and forefinger and brushed the exposed helmet with her lips.

  His cock swelled and throbbed to the touch of her lips and he pushed himself closer to them. Ricardo lifted his buttock off the ground and Consuela withdrew just enough so that he could feel her breath on the end of his cock, but not her mouth.

  “Say please.”

  “Not this again.”

  Consuela sat up and reached for the top she’d discarded.

  Ricardo held out his hands. “Wait, wait, I’m sorry. Please, okay, pretty please with sugar and a million dollars and a big fat Cartier watch on top.”

  Consuela looked satisfied. “Now you’re learning.”

  She took hold of his cock again and Ricardo doubted he’d ever been more relieved, ever wanted something more than in that moment. Consuela rolled her tongue around his exposed helmet then took it into her mouth, gripping his erection lightly with her lips as her tongue continued to circle the end of it.

  Consuela’s head rose and fell, taking more and more of him into her mouth until finally her lips closed round the base of his shaft.

  ‘Oh God,’ Ricardo thought. ‘This is it, deep throat - this is really it!’ Consuela pulled back up to the top of his cock and resumed the slow descent, inch by inch, to its base.

  She was incredible. He’d never had head like this. Consuela kept him hovering perpetually on the brink of coming. Her lips and her tongue doing just enough to maintain the bliss without ever pushing him over the edge.

  Ricardo glanced up at the sky. The clouds had moved in and darkened it. ‘It might even rain,’ he noted and then marveled at himself. ‘What a stupid thing to think at a time like this.’

  Consuela took him as close to an orgasm as he could possibly bear without tipping over and took her mouth away. Ricardo’s legs tensed and he thrust upwards, humping the air above him, coasting the edge of a climax.

  Consuela let him settle down then took hold of him again. She straddled him and placed his cock between her labia. She rubbed herself slowly up and down his erection without letting him inside her. She pressed the end of his cock against her clitoris and began to bring herself to orgasm.

  Being so close to entering her without being inside her was another exquisite torture and he thrust upwards, trying to penetrate her as she moved against him. She put a hand on his chest to still him then continued with her private orgasm.

  Consuela started to groan as she approached her climax, a full throated groan that seemed to travel up from deep inside her. Then, on the cusp of coming, she slipped him inside herself and slid right down the length of his cock, enveloping him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside her. She was warm and tight but incredibly wet. It felt indescribably right to be inside her.

  She arched her back and pushed herself down on his cock, tilting her pelvis till she found that sweet spot she needed. Her legs and hips started to shake as the orgasm built inside her like a depth charge. She roared as it hit, moving through her body like an electric current. Then she collapsed onto his chest, spent and panting.

  The early evening air cooled and little drops of rain began to fall, breaking the humidity. Far off in the distance there was a slight rumble of thunder. Ricardo took advantage of Consuela’s collapse to roll her over onto her back and sink himself inside her. It was his turn now.

  Consuela smiled. She was going to let him take control. Ricardo pushed into her with quick hard thrusts and she moaned her delight. For a brief moment it occurred to him that he should put a condom on. But there was nothing to hand and he wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t want any kind of barri
er between them. He wanted to leave his come inside her. To penetrate her, meld with her, and join their bodies completely.

  The sky lit up briefly overhead, like a bright sun beam breaking through the clouds or the searchlight of a low flying plane. Ricardo hardly noticed it. He was too intent on coming, on Consuela, on her wetness and warmth.

  Then came the deafening, bone shaking crack. It was the sound of the sky breaking, of the air fracturing, of the storm ejaculating into the ground. But Ricardo and Consuela were in its path. All they knew was the crack and the flash. The blinding flash that shook them as the sky discharged itself into their flesh.

  Then blackness.

  CHAPTER 9

  Ricardo lay still, in mounting agony, until he was sure the bear had gone deep into the forest. His coccyx was raw and throbbing. The pain was getting to be more than he could bear. Consuela’s muscles were hardening. Rigor mortis was setting in and her arms and legs were locked around him. She was weighing on his chest and restricting his breathing. He had to move.

  Ricardo put his arms around Consuela’s cold body and tried not to look at the damage to her face. He rocked her corpse gently back and forth, wincing from the pain in his coccyx and his loins. When he’d built up enough momentum he rolled her body on to its side and then over on her back. The torment this caused him was almost balanced by the relief it brought to his blistered backside.

  He needed to get out of the forest and back to his jeep. No one knew where they were and it was too remote to hope a hiker or a group of girl guides would find them. He had to move himself and Consuela or he’d die out there.

  Consuela’s arms were locked about his in a dead, stiffened embrace. He had to push them apart to free his own arms without moving so violently he’d tear the seared flesh on his abdomen. Consuela’s rigid, lifeless muscles cracked and popped like snapping twigs as he prized them apart.

  When he had enough room, he reached up past her head and dug his fingers into the earth. He pulled Consuela’s body along the ground with his arms and pushed her with his crotch at the same time, using his feet to give him leverage. This caused him intense discomfort, but he moved forward a few inches.

  He could do this. It would work. He could get back to his jeep and get them to send an ambulance. Ignoring the throbbing ache in his groin he dug his fingers into the ground and tried again, pulling with his arms and pushing with his crotch. They moved a little further this time and Ricardo picked up a head of steam.

  Soon they were out of the clearing and into the forest. This posed new problems. Most notably when Ricardo found a huge oak tree in their path. He had to reach out with his left arm and pull them to one side so they could go around it, inching forward then moving back round to the right when they’d cleared it.

  The ground ahead was on a gentle slope. He was moving up hill, grabbing roots and earth to pull them forward and bumping Consuela along with his crotch in a grim parody of their former passion. The evening before she’d been soft and warm and he’d been desperate to lose himself inside her. Now she was cold and stiff and he was desperate to separate himself from her corpse.

  Flies began to buzz around the shredded flesh and torn skin of Consuela’s face. A milky eyeball looked as if it was about to fall out of a socket that no longer had eyelids. Ricardo could see her exposed teeth. They were yellow and crooked and several were missing at the back. Consuela hadn’t had great dental care. He could see her hardened dried up tongue behind them. He tried to forget that he had recently put his own tongue in that rotting mouth, and in other cold, dead places that now held him trapped.

  To take his eyes off her face, Ricardo scanned the trees and the scenery for landmarks. He was looking for something to orient himself, to work out the route back to the jeep. It wasn’t easy. He hadn’t been paying much attention when they’d come through the forest earlier. His mind had been on other things. He wasn’t even certain how far they’d come.

  At least he could see better thanks to the early morning light breaking through the branches. Had he really been in the forest all night? Ellen would be really worried now. Oh God what was he going to tell her? It’s not like he could hide anything. The evidence was clamped round his cock.

  It wasn’t a strange number on his cellphone or unexplained scratches on his back. He had the charred and mauled corpse of a one night stand stuck to his body. That was a little hard to explain away. What was he going to say?

  “Darling, you won’t believe this but I was attacked by a Latino forest zombie and the only way to subdue it was to stab it with my cock. Then, and here’s the funny thing, it just melted and now it’s stuck to me.” He started to giggle as he pictured Ellen’s reaction. “Well darling, I did say that nothing would ever come between us, so what’s a little decomposing-drug-smuggler between two people in love. All the same, I don’t think we’ll sleep on the good sheets tonight.”

  Ricardo couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t funny at all. He was scarred for life. He was facing death. But every time he looked at the raw, bloody pulp that was Consuela’s face he just lost it. He couldn’t stop himself, even though all the shaking tore at his wounds. He got so hysterical he lost control of his bladder.

  He’d heard the phrase ‘pissed myself laughing’ many times, but he’d never actually experienced it until now. He felt the hot liquid flood the cold hard cavity of Consuela’s uterus and surround his penis.

  The hilarity drained from him along with the piss and he began to cry. Great wracking sobs shuddered up from inside him. He cried for the horror and the pity of his situation. He cried for his stupidity and the dreadful price he was paying for it. For all the secrets he couldn’t swallow and had to drag through the forest instead, like the half eaten cadaver he couldn’t shake off. His sins really had found him out and here he was, carrying them around with him, just like Ellen’s Priest had said.

  When he finished crying he felt totally wiped but also strangely relieved. He could face this situation and he could survive. His major priority was getting back to the car and getting medical attention. Once he’d sorted that out then he could deal with the fall out. Until then his primary goal was to stay alive and worry about the consequences later.

  His sense of purpose renewed, Ricardo resumed his efforts, dragging himself and Consuela up the sloping forest floor. His progress was slow. It took him all morning and most of the afternoon to cover ground that he probably ran over in a matter of minutes the day before.

  His arms ached and he had a permanent cramp right across his shoulders. The longer he kept moving the worse it got, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t afford to rest up, he had to keep going and push through the pain.

  The raw, angry flesh around his loins was worse. It was trying to scab over but every time he moved he cracked and pulled at the hardening surface. Along his abdomen and across the tops of his thighs the wounds were leaking blood and yellow puss. The burned pork smell they’d been giving off became more putrid.

  Ricardo had read somewhere that you could die of septicemia if you got dead tissue into your blood stream. He wondered if that included having your crotch stuck in a cadaver? Did that mean he was already dead. Was there any point struggling to get to a hospital? Could they do anything to help him now?

  No. He had to stop thinking like this. It wasn’t going to help him. While he was still alive there was still some hope. Medical science could do all kinds of things these days. They’d find a way to put him right.

  Ricardo stopped for a moment to let the pain in his shoulders die down and to get his bearings. This part of the forest did not look at all familiar. He searched around for a tree, or a fallen branch or something that he recognized and found nothing. He groaned as he realized he’d gone off course. The trees were getting thicker which meant he was probably heading back into the forest and not out of it. He was going to have to turn around and retrace his route until he got back on course.

  With a huge amount of discomfort Ricardo started t
o pull himself and Consuela back in the opposite direction. Turning her corpse around proved to be more difficult than dragging it. The ground was uneven and littered with branches, roots and rocks. Finally he got back on course and started heading in what he hoped was the right direction.

  He got back to a part of the slope he recognized. There was the tree where he’d caught Consuela the first time and almost kissed her. He was coming at it from a different angle, that’s why he missed it the first time.

  This meant he was near the jeep. There wasn’t much further to go. He just had to keep going a little longer and he’d be there. He could grab his phone and get an ambulance out there, or a helicopter to fly him to safety. This sudden realization gave him new resolve and, for the first time since he’d been struck by lightning, he was almost optimistic.

  He dug his fingers in the earth, tensed his muscles and got ready to shift Consuela.

  Then found he couldn’t move another inch.

  His limbs just wouldn’t respond. All the energy had drained from him as though the earth, or Consuela, or something had simply sucked it right out of him. He was frozen. He couldn’t move any part of his body.

  Even Ricardo’s head became too heavy to hold up and he let it fall forward onto Consuela’s lifeless shoulder. He was too exhausted to move. He had no reserves of energy. He was spent and felt as dead as the corpse he was inside. Ricardo’s mind kept telling him to push on. That it was only a little farther to go till he was out of the forest, but his body completely failed him and refused to move another inch.

  CHAPTER 10

  Ricardo’s stomach let out an anguished groan. He hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours and he’d puked his last meal over Consuela. If he didn’t eat something he wouldn’t be able to go on. There was no food nearby. He wasn’t one of those outdoor types who knew how to forage for mushrooms and berries, even if he was he wouldn’t have the strength to find anything.