It was two days after my twentith birthday when my parents died. My father had finally taken mom on a cruise when the ship they were on sank. It wasn't until the reading of their will did I remember about the spacious cabin that dad had bought a few years back. He and mom had only used it a few times, so I guess that's why I didn't remember it. I decided to go up there for a few weeks just to clear my head. Mom had it furnished just like she lived there year round. I guess she wanted it "ready to use" whenever they went up there. I had only been there a few days when I heard a news boardcast on the radio.

"Warning to all resident's in the Black Meadow Moutain area. The Black Meadow Prision has just informed us that they have had an escapee. The man is not believe to be armed, but is considered dangerous. His name is Zack Weathers. He is thirty-five years old, six feet tall, weighs around 225 pounds, black hair, and brown eyes. He has a rebel flag tattoo on his upper left arm. He was last seen wearing his orange prision work suit. Please do not attempt to approach or apprenhend him. We ask that all woman who see a strange man around to use caution. Weathers is currently serving a fifteen year sentence for rape of several young college women in Batesville. He has served only ten years of the sentence."

The sound of music returned as soon as the announcement was over. I walked over and locked the door. I then checked all of the windows. I didn't think much about checking the upstairs windows or balcony door because they were so high up. Someone would have to have a ladder just to reach the base of the windows. It never occured to me that the oak tree at the back of the cabin was just the right hieghth to climb up and reach the balcony. I had seen my forty year old father do this the first time we were here. From there a person could walk right into the unlocked upstairs door.

I had been at the cabin for a week now and Zack Weathers was still at large. I was running low on supplies and went into the small town a few miles away to pick up some more. On the way to town, I decided to stay a few weeks more. Being a preschool teacher who's schedule followed that of the public school, I had summer's off. I was sure that the law would catch this Weathers guy and everything would be alright. After gather supplies, I used the pay phone to call my friend back home and tell her that I was staying a few more weeks and not to worry. Apperantly, the news of the escapee hadn't reached her or she would've been freaking out on me.

It was still daylight when I entered the cabin. The front door was still locked, so I didn't think about checking the upstairs. I turned the radio on as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Once again the news broadcast of the escapee came on.

"Well," I said out loud, "I don't care what he's wanted for. If he's good in the sack, I'd let him fuck me all night long. It's been a while since I had a man."

I had just finished putting away the last of the groceries when I saw a man standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the livingroom. He was standing in an orange prision work suit. The sleeves had been ripped off and on his upper left arm, a rebel flag tatto could be seen. I knew right away that it was Zack Weathers. He looked just as the radio broadcast had described him, only he looked to be tired and worn out.

"Who are you and how did you get in here," I weakily asked. I knew who he was, but still that dumb question popped out of my mouth. I back up as he walked towards me. Bumping into the counter, I dumbly asked, "You're him aren't you? You're Zack Weathers, the escaped convict. Just take what you want and leave. I mean you no harm."

A smile spread across Zack's face that turned into a laugh. Grabbing me by the arm he said, "You just do as you're told and nothing will happen to you. That is, nothing that you don't want to happen. I heard what you said about wanting a man. It's been ten long years since my dick has felt the inside of a pussy." Leaning down to my five foot five heighth, he licked up my neck, tasting my fear before continuing. "I'm sure that a hot young thing like yourself could use a good fuck. Hell, you even said yourself that it's been awhile since you've had a dick stuck in you. How about it? You be a good little hostess, fix me some food, shower with me, and I'll give you the fucking of your life?"

"Yes," I weakily answered. At this point I felt that it was better to go along with him than try to resist him. And to be honest, I did want him to "give me the fucking of my life."

Zack watched me closely as I cooked supper. After eating, he again closely watched me as I found some of my dad's old clothes that I thought would fit him. Grabbing some towels and washclothes, we headed to the bathroom together. The shower was big enough for five people to comfortably bathe together. It even had a seat where two people could comfortabley sit side by side. Sliding the clear glass door open, I set the water to a warm temp and then closed it back. Zack had me to watch him as he undressed. His eight inch cock was fully erect. He then stroked it as he lustfully watch me undress in front of him.

Getting into the shower, Zack soaped up his hands. Standing behind me, he rubbed his lathered hands over my breasts and stomach. Whispering into my ear he asked, "What is your name? You know mine, so what is your's?"

"Shelly," I moaned as he continued to run his soapy hands over me, "Shelly Blain." His right hand moved down between my legs and rubbed my natural pussy. My head tilted back with pleasure. "Oh, Zack," I moaned into his ear.

"MMM Shelly. You're body is perfect. Your pussy is so hot and it's not from the water either."

I moaned louder as he pushed his finger in me, rubbing my clit hard as he did. In a few short minutes, I was cumming. Pulling his finger out, he moaned as he tasted me.

"I want to watch you bathe."

I bathed in front of him, washing all of my body as if I was alone. He moaned as the water flowed through my long brown hair. Opening my blue eyes, I watched as he too washed himself as if I wasn't there. When we were done bathing, Zach lead me over to the shower seat and sat down. I climbed on him without being told to. I just had to have him in me. Straddleing him, I pushed my hot, wet pussy down onto his eight inches and rode. His cock felt so good and I moaned as I rode. Soon my rhthem increased and my tits began to bounce in front of his face. Zach took turns at catching and sucking each one. I rode him for several minutes, cumming multiply times.

Zach had me stand up. He then pushed me up against the wall of the shower. Lifting me up, he reentered me. I wrapped my legs around him as he gave me the best fucking of my life. He pounded away at my pussy, causing me to climax over and over again. I was indeed getting the best fucking I had ever had. He pushed me harder and harder against the wall as he pushed his eight inches deeper and deeper into me. I soon felt him release inside of me, yelling "FUCK YEAH" into the air as he did. This was just the first time of a long night of fucking.