Nightsongs

Nightsongs.

By Marc Farrimond

The gentle chill of the summer nights breeze wafted through the open doorway of the small log cabin, causing the candles that illuminated the room to flicker, sending shadows dancing across the walls of the shack. The heat of day was quickly being replaced by the cold chill of night and outside the world was beginning to change as night creatures replaced their daytime brothers, and the circle of survival continued.

Jake Bronson walked into the main room of the cabin from the small area that he had called his bedroom for the past three days. A tall man, well over six feet in height, with a broad chest and a pleasant smile. Jake had always been something of a ladies man, his deep set blue eyes could melt even the coldest heart, and among his companions Jake was known affectionately as ‘Bullseye Bronson’ for his way of always scoring with the ladies.

"Nights draw in so quickly around here." Tony threw a can of beer to Jake as he entered the room. Jake in turn caught it skilfully and without breaking his stride ripped the tab from the cans top. The room was filled with the momentary sound of pressurised air escaping the confines of the metal prison, and then by Jakes curses as the contents began to explode all over his hands and clothes.

"Shit. Fuck! Tony did you shake this fucking thing up again?"

The room was filled with laughter as a beer soaked Jake chased his friend around the cabin trying hard to catch him and not to bang into anything in the half light that the candles provided.

Getting away from it all was something that the guys liked to do at least once a year. Since leaving high school they had made it a point of taking a vacation together once every year just as the summer was coming to an end. Some years it would be canoeing or kayaking down the many rivers of the north, or other years, such as this one, it would be hunting and fishing.

Jake now had Tony locked in a bear hug on the wooden floor of the cabin, but could hardly maintain it for laughing, despite his large muscular size. Martin and Phil both egged their friends on, while Alan the youngest of the bunch and Tony sibling sat back and just watched.

"Rip his head off Jake."

"Take a dump down his throat!"

The air was filled with the sounds of boyish laughter as jeers and comments where thrown about, even though the youngest of the group, Phil was almost thirty himself!

The fight over. Things began to settle down to normal once again, with tables and chairs being placed back into their positions and a deck of cards being pulled out and placed on the large table in front of the open fire place.

Tony and Martin got too making a fire, while Phil and Jake fetched wood from outside. It was still early October, but already the mountains where covered in snow and only yesterday the men thought that they may have to cut short their vacation due to reports of an advancing snowstorm. Still they had braved the weather and it hadn’t snowed as of yet, but the coolness of the night had now begun to change to the near freezing depths of winter. Even the road up to the cabin had been icy despite the heat and the trailer had almost gone over the edge of the cliff on a couple of occasions.

The small cabin sat nested in a sheltered cove on the side of a mountain. The view in daylight was something to be seen. A commanding look over the hills and valleys, with a deep river snaking its way through, like a snake passing through grass. The trees where as tall as buildings, and reached up to the sky to drink in all the light from the sun, leaving the forest floor almost in a perpetual twilight, even at mid day. Not many mod cons here, just an outhouse, not even electricity. The only thing that brought it out of the pioneer days was the addition of a gas burner for the fire, but even then the wood still needed to be chopped!

The beer began to flow and the card game began to get boring. So with cans in hand the men sat around the roaring fire, and listened to its crackle in silence.

"You know Mikey came to this cabin last summer! He told me not to tell anyone at all but something strange happened to him while he was here."

The sound of Tony’s voice seemed to shatter the stillness of the cabin as he spoke.

"Oh yeah! What was that then?" Enquired Martin.

Taking another deep gulp from his beer, Tony sat back against the settee and flicked the but of the cigar he had been smoking into the fire. The small brown object burst into flames and a gentle waft of cigar smoke drifted on the nights breeze upwards, and out of the chimney.

"Well it seems that old Mikey got himself some while he was here. That's why he didn't want me to tell anyone about it!"

The guys all looked on and nodded. Mikey had been married for a long time to a woman named Stella, or as they called her Astella the Hun. Stella was the daughter of a local Italian businessman, who was long rumoured to have connections with the Mafia. If he found out that Mikey was sleeping with another woman, well the thought was too awful to even contemplate.

"Turns out that there used to be a small band of Indians living around four hours walk from this cabin. Mikey went out while they where here and met up with this sexy looking squaw taking a moonlight swim. So he strides over casual as you like and sits down at the side of the river watching this young woman swimming, butt ass naked in the moonlight. She sees him, swims over and walks out of the water and pops the buttons on his jeans and goes down on him!"

"Your kidding right? Just like that?" said Phil.

"Well this is what he told me, so go figure. Where was I? Ah yes. So she has got his cock in her mouth and is sucking like there’s now tomorrow on it. Old Mikey boy want some of this redskin pussy so he pulls her up and fucks her right there in the mud. He shoot his load and falls back, and must have passed out from all the beer he had been drinking. When he comes too, he’s still in the mud, with his dick out and his jeans wrapped around his ankles. The woman is nowhere to be seen at all!"

Tony almost finished his story when he was interrupted by Jake.

"So he was fucked by the woman, what’s new with that!"

Tony glanced at Jake in the half light of the cabin.

" I was just getting to that point. A couple of days later Mikeys talking to one of the Rangers and tells him about his moonlight escapades. The Ranger goes white and looks as if he’s going to throw up. Mikey asks what’s wrong and the Ranger tells him to describe the woman. So Mikey tells him what she looks like and the Ranger goes even whiter. The Ranger then pulls out a box of photographs and hands one to Mikey, asking if this was the woman. Mikey nods and says yeah that she was the woman by the river. He then tells Mikey that the Indians who used to live near this cabin, had all been killed in a mud slide during the typhoon that hit these parts around two years before, and the woman in the picture was the youngest daughter of the family and she had died trying to save her father. It seems that Mikey had been fucking a dead Indian."

"Bullshit Tony, and you know it! Mikeys wouldn’t dream of fucking another woman, alive or dead, in case Stella found out about it. As for ghosts and shit like that! What a crock." Jake didn't seem to agree with Tony, and soon the two friends where locked in a heated argument.

By now it was getting close to eleven thirty and they all had to be up early the next day to go fishing. The men all went to their own separate rooms, to get some rest. Tony and Jake made up over a beer, and before leaving the main room of the small cabin Jake threw the remnants of his can onto the embers of the fire causing them to send a sweet and sickly aroma of beer throughout the room before the embers faded and turned from orange to black.

The night was very cold and even with a thick quilt and a sleeping bag, and thermal longjohns , Jake could feel the coldness beginning to seep into his bones. Jake lay back in his cot staring at the wooden slated ceiling above him, unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, visions of a naked Indian woman danced around his mind. He felt a stirring in his groin and the more he tried to push the image out of his mind the more he felt his cock stiffen. Jake felt his cock swell and push against the tight thermal underwear he was wearing. His balls seemed to heave whenever he moved, and he knew he must do something about it or he would never get too sleep. What was the old adage? What is the difference between light and hard? A man can sleep with the light on! Jake hadn’t thought of sex all the time he had been in the cabin. He was used to getting a woman whenever he wanted to and didn't often masturbate himself off. Still he did jack off once in a while, when he couldn’t sleep, or was bored, or when the mood took him.

Unzipping the sleeping bag and sliding out of the bed, Jake danced around the room a little, due to the coldness of the wooden floor. He pulled his jeans on over his longjohns and grabbed a thick quilted shirt from the back of the chair. Then sliding his feet into his boots, and picking up his flash light, he opened the door quietly and made his way across the room to the front door of the cabin. With a quick lift he opened the catch and was out of the door and into the coldness of the night.

The outhouse was at least a hundred yards away from the cabin, a pretty dumb idea he had thought when he had to use it in the middle of the night before. Up above him the moon shone down, bathing the entire area with its brilliance. The area was so well lit that Jake didn't switch on his flashlight as he made his way up the down towards the outdoor toilet. Off in the distance he could hear the sounds of the river as it made its endless journey towards the sea. The sounds of the night where everywhere, crickets chirped, owls hooted, and way, way off in the distance Jake heard the song of a wolf as it sang to its mate or the moon overhead.

His cock still hard Jake hurried up a little and reached the outhouse. He turned on the flashlight and opened the door. Checking first that nothing was in the small chamber that could harm him (he was still paranoid after getting stung by a Scorpion a few years ago) Jake reassured himself and closed the door behind him. He undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles and leaving his longjohns on he sat on the cold wooden seat of the toilet. Reaching behind him, Jake grabbed at a girlie magazine that sat on the small shelf. It was a well used copy and some of the pages had been stuck together. The magazine looked as if it had been there for a long time and Jake wondered just how many campers had pulled their cocks while looking at the women in the faded glossy pages.

Jake hung the flashlight up by its D ring on a nail at the side of the toilet. The light swung for a few moments, but soon came to rest. Jake opened up the magazine and with his right hand pulled his cock out through the pee hole in his longjohns. His cock was still erect and grew even more as it became exposed to the cold air, till it stood its full erect length of eight inches. Jake knew he was well hung and so did a lot of the ladies he went with. He wrapped his strong fingers around his tool and began to slowly move his hand up and down the shaft.

As he slowly pulled his cock up and down, Jake flicked through the magazine looking for the right girl to cum too. Many of the women in the magazine where very sexy looking blondes, or redheads, but Jake was looking for a girl with dark hair to go with his vision of the Indian woman. He had almost given up hope when he came a set of pictures of a young woman with black hair and a man, bronzed and well built, in fact a little like himself.

The couple where in various states of undress throughout the spread, starting fully clothed and ending with them both naked. The man had his fingers crammed as far as they could go into the tight looking pussy of the young woman and she was licking the tip of his swollen cock and looking right at the camera with a very naughty smile on her lovely face.

Jake pulled his cock a little faster as he glanced over the images in the dim light of the torch. He could feel his nipples start to stand on end and his balls tighten as his fist pounded on his shaft relentlessly. The woman in the magazine looked over her shoulder as her cunt was being filled by the mans cock. Her long black hair dangled over her back and was resting on the smooth, well shaped globes of her buttocks. She once again smiled knowingly at the camera, and the sexy look on her face got Jake’s seed rising up his cock.

He was just about to cum when he heard something outside of the outhouse! He stopped pulling on his cock at once and tried hard to cram it back into his underwear. A huge drop of pre-cum ran down the back of his hand and without thinking he brought it up to his lips and licked it off as he struggled to pull his jeans up. The pre-cum tasted sweet on his tongue. He wasn't a man who liked the taste of his own juices, but pre-cum was a different matter, for some reason he didn't know the taste of it made his head swim. His jeans up and roughly fastened and he cock now beginning to soften, he grabbed the flashlight from the nail and opened up the door.

Last year when they had been on vacation. Phil had been caught tossing off in his room and the rest of them had taken the piss out of him for the rest of the holiday. That was something that he didn’t wish to happen to him tonight.

Outside the toilet there was nobody to be seen anywhere.

Jake pointed the flashlight all around and tried hard to pierce the gloom of the nearby trees. The light seemed to attract insects and reflected on the eyes of a small rabbit as it went about the things it normally did, causing it to freeze for an instant. Jake switched off the torch and decided to call it quits and make his way back to his room. Then he heard it again.

Coming from somewhere behind the trees was a soft singing voice. Very melodic, almost like the bubbling of the river in fact. The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere a few hundred yards away, and was female. Jake’s first thought was that of the woman from the story, but he shook his head as if to dismiss the image. After all that was just beer talk.

He headed in the direction of the singing, down a small path that they would take later to get to the river to fish. He kept the flashlight off, but held it ready to use as a club if need be. The moon overhead was almost blinding in its majesty, as it shone down on the glade in front of Jake. He carefully and quietly picked his way down the path and headed for the sounds. Then he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks.

Around fifty feet away sitting on a half fallen tree, was a beautiful woman with raven black hair. She was singing sweetly and running her body up and down the bark of the fallen tree. As naked as the day she was born she caressed and stroked the tree with her body, as it where a lover whose tender embrace was all she needed to live. The woman’s naked flesh shone in the moonlight as she rolled around on the tree, looking as it where alabaster or fine porcelain.

Jake felt his cock spring to life at once and despite the story he had been told earlier he moved a little closer. He held his breath as the woman turned to face him fully for the first time.

She was indeed a beauty to behold. Her face was rounded, yet with a firm and proud looking jawline, deep, and dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight and reflect its beauty. A long slender neck, lead down to a pair of small, but well formed upright breast. Each of the woman’s breasts seemed to point to the heavens above, the small nipples standing high on each mound as if trying to reach for the stars.

Jake’s gaze lowered down the woman’s body, across her flat stomach, and to the dark patch of hair between her long slender legs.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman lifted one leg up and placed it against the tree and began to open her cunt to his gaze, like a flower opening for a bee. Even from this distant vantage point, Jake could see the moist fleshy folds of the girls sex where already covered in a sweet looking dew and as she rubbed at her exposed clit with long slender fingers, she threw her head back causing her long raven hair to cascade over her firm breast like a waterfall. The contrast of her pale skin and dark hair was almost hypnotic.

Jake fumbled with is zipper and pulled his cock out and began to toss off looking at the woman. His eyes began to close as he felt the seed rise. He opened them briefly and the girl was gone.

Shocked and puzzled Jake began to get the feeling that something wasn't quite right here. He began to stuff his cock back once again into its confines, when a cold breeze blew on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine and throughout his very soul. The small hairs on the back of his arms and neck, sprang to attention from this unseen breeze, and he felt his heart miss a beat.

He struggled to cram his cock into his jeans, but from behind him a long slender fingered hand reached around and wrapped delicate fingers firmly around his manhood.

The hand was icy cold and the touch of it on his most private parts caused him to gasp out loud. Jake tried to turn and see what the owner of the hand was doing, but fear and arousal kept him looking forward.

The woman’s hand clenched tightly around his shaft and began to slowly toss up and down its length. Her fingers slide effortlessly around its girth but she couldn’t quite fit her fingers all the way around it. Jake felt a body pressed against his own. Hard nipples dug into his back as the woman tossed his cock firmly and quickly.

Unable to hold back any longer Jake moaned and as if sensing his arrival the woman’s hand gripped tightly under the head of his cock, pushing down against the throbbing vein hard. The pressure of the thumb against his cock, caused the blood to stop flowing and his cock to droop and become flaccid. The woman’s hand moved only when his cock was soft again, this time snaking around his firm waist as the woman brought herself forward.

The woman was indeed a Native American. Her deep brown eyes and dark hair gave the fact away at once. She smiled at Jake and placed her mouth over his, her long tongue probing his own.

Jake ran his hands over the woman’s naked flesh. Her skin was extremely cold and small Goosebumps where all over her arms and legs. Jake caressed her breasts with his strong hands as he felt her unbutton his jeans . With a kick of his legs he stood out of his jeans and long underwear, his cock now rising again, despite the cold night air.

The woman broke the kiss and began to travel her lips down his body. She slowly kissed and licked down his throat, over his chest, biting a nipple in the process. The woman without speaking pushed Jake to the cold forest floor. The feel of the earth against his bare skin was both erotic and freezing at the same time. He made to speak to her, but her cold fingers silenced his lips. Without making a sound the woman climbed onto Jakes body and slipped herself down the length of his torso. The folds of her sex opened wide and wrapped around his manhood, slowly engulfing its length. Jake shivered as the woman’s’ cold legs touched his skin. For the first time the woman spoke as she rode his cock.

"Sprits of my ancestors, hear my pleas. May the road of the bear and wolf, guide and show me the light. May the moon in all her wisdom grant me peace at last."

The woman’s accent was strange and some of the words seemed peculiar to Jake. The woman started to chant as she pounded up and down on Jakes cock. The chanting speeded up with her movement, and her voice began to rise in pitch. Jake lay back letting the Indian do all the work. He watched her small, yet beautiful breasts as they bobbed up and down in the moonlight. Then without warning the woman threw back her head and sank her body down hard on Jake’s cock. Her sex contracted and he felt his seed shoot out of his manhood and fill her warm sex. The girl carried on contracting her cunt till Jake was spent. Then without a word she stood up and vanished into the night.

Jake picked himself up and redressed himself. Moments later he was lying back in his sleeping bag, and was in a contented sleep.

The Ranger opened the door and was instantly hit by the stench of decaying flesh. Placing a handkerchief over his mouth and nose he called his companion and they both entered the cabin. Empty beer cans and cigar butts littered the room, and a strange sickly odour hung heavily in the air. The Rangers checked out the rooms and a few moments later both met up in the main room shaking their heads.

"Two dead in those two rooms, both in their cots. Looks as if they died in their sleep."

The other Ranger nodded to his friend.

"Same here. Only from the looks of it one of them went happy. He has a smile on his face and has got his cock in his hand!" The Ranger laughed slightly.

Walking over to the fireplace he bent down and felt the cold ashes.

"Wet! Looks as if they put the fire out with beer or something! Poor bastards must have forgotten that its a gas powered fire! That's what killed them in their sleep."

The other ranger agreed and picked up his two way radio to report back to base. As the two men left the cabin they both felt as if they were being watched. It may have been the wind through the trees, or the imagination of the Rangers, but later they both could have sworn that they heard a woman singing softly.