Kurt wakes up

Kurt finds himself awake in a strange bed, his cheeks dried of his tears, the frozen peas for his sore ribs now a room temperature mush on his chest.

But what immediately drew his attention was the breasts in his face. After Jennifer rocked him to sleep she had fallen asleep in that position, cradling him against her like a baby.

Her generously large tits, pressed against his face, with only the thin material of an old t-shirt between them started a very unbaby like reaction.

Kurt found himself hard. No, hard didn't cover it. Kurt could drill for oil or beat a rampaging rhino to **** with this monument to desire.

Kurt would normally go for it, she's still breathing, but where would he go if she kicked him out? And he had confessed everything to her. Everything. God, he couldn't even look her in the eye!

Suddenly, Jennifer stirred, her sweat pants clad leg rubbing against him.

She jerks. Shit! She must have felt his erection!

She turns her head down to look at him.

"I'm sorry! I know I must disgust you."

"Kurt, you don't disgust me. That was a shitty shitty stunt you pulled on Heather and that Zack, right? You owe them both an apology. But that doesn't make you shit, okay? You decide who you are. If you don't want to be a shit, act better."

"This is probably a bad decision, but you really need this, don't you?" she says as she lowers her face to kiss Kurt.

The kiss is tender, affectionate.

Careful to not put weight on him, she lifts her shirt over her head.

Returning to the kiss, her hand snakes down his stomach, her fingers tunneling into his boxers.

Finding his manhood, her fingers grip him tightly, and start moving up and down on him in strong strokes.

Her not so gentle ministrations cause him to moan in her mouth.

His hands caress her back, feeling the muscles in her back, gifts from her active lifestyle.

Lowering to her waistband, he starts peeling off the last of her clothing as she wiggles her hips to help him.

Freeing him from his boxers she lowers herself on top of him, he feels her heat, her wetness as she envelopes him, squeezing him tight.

His ribs still bruised, he lies there and lets her do all the work, her hips grinding on him deliciously.

She grabs his hands and **** them above his head, she kisses him again. This time it's different, her kiss is excited, hungry.

Releasing his hands she grabs his hair, she moves up her efforts, now bouncing up and down on him.

Pulling his head down to her breast, he starts sucking on her nipple as he feels her try to milk him dry.

The pain of each breath mixing with the pleasure eventually catches up with him, and in his pleasure he bites into her breast as he climaxes.

The sensation sends Jennifer over the edge, and Kurt feels her squeeze him one last time as she shudders above him.

"Ow!" Kurt exclaims as the park ranger puts weight on his bruised ribs.

She quickly moves off of him. "Kurt, are you okay? Do I need to get you some painkillers or some ice?"

"No, just stay."

Jennifer smiles and puts her head on his shoulder, her hair trailing across his body as she snuggles close to him.

Kurt falls asleep feeling her warmth beside him.