Mike Kozlowski had a difficult time staying on task while the women hovered in the background. He and the men were on the second of three tents that needed to be pitched at their campground. Joe Mancini and Larry Hutchins calmly maintained a light banter. He understood their nonchalance. As their girlfriends, those luscious bodies would be in groping distance under the moonlight.
Mike, unfortunately, had his hand and imagination to keep himself company.
He originally declined when asked to join their annual gathering at Devil's Tail Park. Without a partner, Mike did not look forward to the lonely nights ahead. He had a knack for playing odd man out. Historically, girlfriends had never been plentiful.
Mike cursed his plain looks. At thirty-one, he was essentially bald-save for the dark brown hair that adhered to the sides and back of his head. His face had a cherubic quality. He had, however, been blessed with height and a physique he manipulated into muscular compliance. He utilized his membership at the health club to its fullest. Pitted against a redundancy of beefcake, Mike got lost in the shuffle as far as the women were concerned. His highly developed pecs and enlarged biceps stood little chance for recognition.
The women accompanying them on the trip were deliciously structured.
Brittany Daniels was brutally gorgeous. Red hair flowing around a face of classic beauty, she was easily the most stunning creature on the grounds. He envied Joe, who managed to keep her under wraps. Those green eyes were set amid a smattering of freckles. Her full lips suggested naughty things without voicing them. Although quite slender, Brittany had a nice pair of tits. Her waist was so tiny, he could have surrounded it with his hands. That four-star ass gave him plenty of ideas, particularly when garbed in a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms. Her legs were long and coltish and seemed designed for wrapping around a man.
Susan Banning, dark-haired and dark-eyed, possessed her share of allure. She wasn't nearly as blatant about her sensuality. A well-proportioned, dazzling brunette, Susan chose T-shirts that were a size larger than necessary and shorts that did not do her narrow hips justice. What she displayed, however, was enough to stimulate the palate. From the side, one could appreciate the small but delightful breasts. Her legs had mouth-watering shape. Susan's most beguiling trait was her shyness. like Mike, she tended to hold her opinion in check. Her dark, flashing eyes communicated her thoughts. Rarely did Mike hear her spout something negative. Brittany, conversely, could be disparaging at times.
"Hand me another stake," Joe requested, oblivious to his frequent lapsing.
Mike dipped into the sack for one, then positioned it for Joe. Larry, preoccupied with the music fed him by the headset, nodded to a muffled beat while holding the opposite end. The subsequent whacking of a mallet obliterated the tune.
Five days of roughing it in the woods preceded them. Mike did not relish spending them without a female companion. He brought earplugs to silence the noises that would invariably drift during the course of the night. Although each had a sleeping bag, Mike expected only one to be used by each couple.
Mike did not verbalize his blues. He attempted to project a positive attitude. Camping was his favorite form of recreation. Hanging out with his closest friends-despite the awkwardness it created-was preferable to going it alone.
Brittany's laughter tinkled in the background. Its lyricism stirred his loins.
Yes, he glumly thought, the trip definitely posed a challenge.
Brittany's joviality contained forced cheer. She had objected to their expedition. Accustomed to modern conveniences, she did not relish bathing in the river nor cooking over an open fire. Prior to her acceptance, she fought with Joe to cancel. He insisted that the adventure would do them well. Joe, a natural outdoors man, was thoroughly in his element. His expectation of her achieving a similar rapport with nature was overblown.
Brittany was appeased on two counts: that Susan would be similarly subjected and that Joe promised to stage activities she would find enjoyable. Although he revealed nothing about them, Brittany was fairly confident they would be erotic.
Joe was competent to that end. He could not be labeled the most creative lover, but did a commendable job. He efficiently addressed her needs-sometimes to the exclusion of his gratification. Joe, she silently admitted, did not possess a selfish bone. He gave generously of himself, not only to her, but their friends. Joe was the epitome of kindness. He often volunteered help-sometimes extending it beyond his own means.
Joe's charity was a source of mounting frustration for Brittany. Occasionally, it reached intolerable levels. Joe would press himself into service if someone required a pair of strong arms for moving furniture, or a chauffeur to the airport. Those valiant gestures were frequently intrusive of their time. To dilute her anger, she reconciled herself to the type of man he was.
Unfortunately, the aggravation she swallowed heightened the urge to stray. Brittany kept attuned to other men who constituted a suitable replacement. She did not remotely consider Joe "Mr. Right." He lacked backbone when it came to saying "no." She interpreted that as a sign of weakness.
The glue that kept their relationship intact thus far was purely animal attraction. Joe was an irrefutable hunk. His black hair was neatly combed, his face flawlessly handsome. Physically, Joe aroused her to the quick. His solid, muscular body resembled that of a god. In a tank top and pair of jogging shorts, he made women salivate.
Joe was unconscious of the impact he bore on the opposite sex. Un-like Larry, who was outrageously vain, Joe discounted the fanfare he generated. She applauded his modesty. His good will, however, tended to cancel out that sentiment.
"Did we remember to pack a can opener?" Susan fretted after sorting through two boxes.
Brittany snatched one from a container. "It was on my list."
"Whew. I forgot to take one along."
"Not to worry." Brittany briefly studied Larry. Though a braggart from the word go, that strapping blond hunk in the speedos caused her appetite to flare. She felt a twinge of lust in feasting her eyes on his lank, sinewy build. "I thought we were going to share everything on this vacation."
Susan, relieved to have the utensil, glanced innocently at her. "What?"
"Just kidding." Brittany wasn't going to expound on her flight of wickedness-not with someone as naive as Susan. Although she was truly fond of the girl, Brittany thought her hopelessly gullible. Her dedication to someone as narcissistic as Larry defied belief. Granted, Larry had an outstanding anatomy. Easily clearing six-feet-four and palatably trim, her boyfriend made the female heart beat faster. Brittany often watched him jog down the street while a profusion of sweat trickled from his rakish face and down his toned, shirtless chest. The Solar Shields and L.A. Gear attire he donned completed a tasteful portrait. The arrogance attached to it, however, was a complete turn-off. Larry possessed an indestructible ego.
He constantly inferred belonging to a class of people superior to his friends, yet graciously accepted them in that circle. His primary concern was not Susan, but keeping himself in peak condition. He worked on his body as a car enthusiast would a classic automobile. A devout perfectionist, Larry perpetually criticized others for their lack of self-restraint and motivation.
Susan was utterly loyal. She seemed eternally grateful to have him as her boyfriend. Her dark eyes glimmered when regarding him. She never took issue with his conceited air-defining it as pride for having achieved total physical discipline.
Brittany speculated whether that fierce loyalty stemmed from sexual gratification. In observing Larry, she easily bought the fact he gave Susan incredible sex. With a body that screamed with excellence, he conceivably gave her toe-curling orgasms. Susan, refusing to furnish details, compensated her with a lingering smile.
Over the next couple of days, Brittany anticipated stumbling upon them-"accidentally," of course. Their tents were only several feet apart, the betraying sounds highly detectable.
Brittany smirked. She and Joe might teach Susan and Larry a thing or two.
The last tent assembled, the men went about building a cooking fire. Mike arranged the proper wood in a makeshift fire bowl while Joe constructed a grill on which hamburgers could be made. Larry, bored with the list of chores, sprinted into the woods. Squatting on the ground for the past hour robbed him of valuable time to exercise.
Mike devoted only half his attention to the job. He maintained an alert eye on Brittany. Her lithe, supple body, bedecked in its sizzling halter top and skimpy blue jean shorts, held him captive. Joe, the lucky dog, had that to look forward to later.
Joe, however, consigned Brittany to oblivion. Mike felt like kicking him. Joe took Brittany for granted. He would have given his right ball for such a babe.
Brittany and Susan sat at the folding table, giggling at something. Brittany's blithe spirit provoked Mike. Laughter heightened her erotic appeal. That ravishing, freckled face glowed with vitality. He could well imagine the passion it summoned when at peak excitation.
Brittany glanced in his direction. Mike's cheeks colored before he looked elsewhere. Having gotten caught embarrassed him. He and Brittany were on excellent terms. He hoped she didn't misconstrue his intentions. Although finding her wildly attractive, Mike had no wish to plant the suggestion of making a pass-principally in front of her boyfriend.
Briefly glimpsing her, he was puzzled by the reaction elicited. Brittany's lips curved in delight while those green pupils dwelled on him. A hint of curiosity seemed to linger in the air before she focused on Susan. Fortunately, Susan had been too involved in chopping vegetables to observe their playful exchange.
Once again, a vision of Brittany, naked in the tent adjacent to his, dominated Mike's thoughts. He thought of those lips pressed together and eyes dulling when Joe entered her. He suspected her capable of intense passion.
If only he could have a woman like that. He would gladly give her unparalleled pleasure. He, too, was capable of great eroticism.
Shit. He expected his patience would thin before their little retreat concluded.
The sun beat heavily upon the two laboring men. Joe and Mike shed their shirts in favor of remaining cool.
Brittany, cognizant of Joe's muscular build, automatically disregarded him. Mike brandished a chest richly matted. He displayed superb biceps and pecs. Although he was partially bald, the rest of his body sported ample hair. "What do you think of Mike?" she asked Susan in a low voice.
"He's a nice guy."
"Don't you think he's cute?"
Susan weighed her answer before pronouncing it. Mike Kozlowski was a member of their group for ages. She knew him since childhood. His plain features and loss of hair were meaningless factors. She saw him as a friend, pure and simple. "I don't believe that's ever entered my mind."
Susan surveyed Mike's robust frame. From a distance, he could have passed for a marathon runner or a disciplined jock. The face attached to the body, however, negated the effect. She much preferred Larry's virile countenance and frame. With him, there was an ideal symmetry.
Joe swam into view. Ruggedly handsome, he almost dislodged all clue of Larry. Susan liked ogling Joe when positive her inspection went unnoticed. Not only did he have a spectacular body, but possessed a solemn air she found stimulating. He was protective of them-a self-appointed leader. Susan relished his take-charge attitude-a refreshing departure from Larry's self-absorption. "Why examine Mike when you have Joe?"
Brittany gave him a moment's study. Joe looked rather tasty in his gym shorts. Comparatively smooth in contrast to Mike, Joe represented a fine specimen. His muscles were enhanced through rigorous conditioning. The sinew of his limbs quickened her pulse. His photogenic face largely completed the package. "Yes, he's worth keeping. I was just making an observation."
"I've tried fixing him up several times," Susan commented. "Each attempt was unsuccessful. None of the girls seemed keen about cultivating a relationship."
"Did he fuck any of them?"
Susan blushed. "I never asked."
Brittany lapsed into a reverie. "Hmmmm. Something tells me he'd make a good lay."
Susan resisted downloading that fantasy. The mere thought of giving herself to a man other than Larry seemed traitorous. She didn't dispute Mike's abilities; she simply refused to qualify them.
Brittany took note of Susan's discomfiture. Instead of withdrawing the topic, she plunged forward. "How is sex with Larry?" she probed. "What kind of lover is he? Does he satisfy you?"
"That's personal. I can't discuss such things."
"A tall guy like him has to be seriously equipped." Brittany mentally drew a picture of him in the buff. Larry's lank form filled her mind. She theorized about the bulge in his jogging shorts. "I'll bet he's enormous. Something that large must really get you off."
"Brittany, please."
"Come on, Susan. Since when have we been bashful with one another? I'll be truthful about Joe. What are your questions? How big does it get? How long does it last? Or, perhaps you place importance on tongue technique. I could give you a riveting account-"
Susan rose from her seat. "I'm going to take a quick nap." Divulging any aspect of her intimacy with Larry seemed a violation of trust. As far as she was concerned, that subject was off limits.
Once inside her tent, Susan reached for the paperback romance she had started. Perhaps an hour's worth of involvement would restore her composure. She certainly had no desire to go back and resume her conversation with Brittany, given its twisted nature.
The snap of twigs beneath someone's foot put her on alert. Someone approached her tent. Susan presumed it was Brittany, prepared to deliver an apology. She went on reading, in favor of maintaining a relaxed atmosphere. She resolved not to give Brittany reason to suspect she'd touched on a nerve.
The zipped door was slowly undone-as though her visitor wished to make a quiet entrance. In the background, she heard birds chirp, cicadae drone and leaves flutter in the wind. The unzipping was almost imperceptible.
Seconds later, Larry stuck his head into the tent and grinned at Susan. Before she could utter a sound, he placed a finger by his lips, calling for silence. He climbed inside and sealed the door. He peacefully accomplished his movements. Kneeling beside Susan, he slipped a hand into his jogging shorts and withdrew his swollen cock. He motioned her to secretly attend him.
Susan was left speechless by Larry's request. Their friends were milling about several feet from their tent. Anyone could suddenly barge in upon them and catch her sucking on Larry. She wasn't comfortable about casually performing the act he prescribed.
Larry cupped the back of her head and steered himself to her lips. Before she could object, he stuck himself into her mouth. The taste of his familiar flesh brought excitement. She inhaled sweat blending with his clean scent. His sprint through the forest manufactured that savory aroma. Gradually, she tightened around his hard dick and drew upon it. Larry's manly essence mingled with her saliva. She pulled on him harder and harder, forcing him to relinquish more of that salty flavor.
Larry, shaking from the sucks she applied, lowered himself onto the sleeping bag. He threw his legs widely apart, affording Susan ample room. Her dark hair fell over his lap as she orally pursued his upright cock. His smugness vanished. His eyes closed and his mouth dropped open. His chest expanded and contracted more rapidly. He fought to keep his changed breathing a secret. He moved his hips, feeding Susan his engorged member. The brush of those warm, serviceable lips accelerated his heartbeat. He watched himself disappear into that beautiful face. She took him inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed. He loved watching her work on him. Seeing his dick protrude from her mouth turned him on. Her bubbly saliva dribbled down his length, arriving at his balls. His fists clenched, then trembled.
Susan briefly glanced at Larry. His eyes slowly opened, revealing only the whites. A profusion of sweat trickled down his chest. Susan couldn't believe herself capable of producing such an effect. The simple act of sucking yielded visible splendor. He shook between her stroking clasp. She pulled more strongly on his member, searching for those errant drops of seepage. Before Larry, she had no appetite for jism. The thought of taking a cock in her mouth, much less drinking cum, repulsed her. Larry taught her to enjoy both to a startling degree. Nobody, except Larry, surmised her love of giving blow jobs.
Larry provided her much to savor. His cock stood at ten inches. She adored licking him from stem to tip. His shaft was indicative of his anatomy: long and skinny. Her lips did not bulge when she absorbed him, yet he invariably occupied her throat. Having learned how to swallow him, her lips wriggled to his trunk. Her tongue danced around the veins as he made the journey south.
"Jesus," he whispered, overcome by the quality of head he received. He tutored his woman well. He appreciated that smooth slide, punctuated by tiny sucks. Those lips tugged at the skin of his cock. The hot windage she served caused him to reel. Those dark pupils of hers were fixed upon him. She insisted upon observing his unraveling pleasure. His jaw dropped from her tingling pull. His chin went high while his mind spun. After achieving equilibrium, he framed that gorgeous expression with his hands. Getting a firm grip, he proceeded to fuck her mouth. His dick sank into that moist, red circle. "Yeah," he muttered. "Eat it."
Getting stuffed with cock, Susan became woozy. A solid mass of thriving flesh sought refuge in her face. She felt the projected veins move under her lips. Larry increased her intake until propping his balls to her chin. His hand curved around the back of her head. She hummed with pleasure against his hard dick.
Outside, Brittany recognized something delicious underway. Despite the sounds of nature, she caught the cadence of labored breathing. Her eyes rested on Susan and Larry's tent, then a smile took shape. She saw it as her chance to spy on them.
The rain tarp covered the upper portion of the tent. Larry, however, neglected to fully zip the door. She peered through the hole. Susan's positioning couldn't have been more perfect. She secretly watched those lips travel the span of her boyfriend's cock. Brittany barely suppressed her gasp. Larry had a big one. He wasn't thick like Joe, but beat him in length.
Oh, wow, Brittany thought, shivering. Susan might portray the reticent damsel, but she had an appetite for dick. Observing her voracious plunge, she saw Susan in a new light. She better understood her unwillingness to discuss her preferences. The girl loved sucking on it. She gobbled up Larry in three mouthfuls. His thing was bright red, dripping with saliva when she was through.
Susan lovingly caressed his balls while drawing upon him. Her fingers floated over that taut sac, tracing its round contents. She petted his muscled thighs, too. Her fingertips journeyed from his pouch to that stretch of hair-dusted sinew. Larry elevated himself to meet her descending lips. In and out of that red loop, his dick went.
Involuntarily, Brittany clutched herself. Her pussy tingled with want. She stifled the impulse to join them. No doubt, Susan would be opposed to her intrusion. In studying Larry's feral profile and his brusque handling of Susan's head while she fed upon him, Brittany longed to have him. Regardless of her loathing for his egocentric manner, Larry Hutchins had animal magnetism. If such an opportunity presented itself, Brittany wouldn't personify the eager sex slave, but rather, the demanding taskmaster. She would make Larry work for his pleasure.
She was fairly certain he would love it, too.
Larry's features twisted as he neared orgasm. Susan quickly brought him off. His dick throbbed inside that saliva-rich orifice while enduring its ferocious vacuum. He loved the crush of her hot, sucking lips. She pulled strongly on his cock, demanding his creamy remittance. Sweat dribbled down his brow. Holding back was an impossibility. He had to spew.
Susan was willing to dispose of the burden that boiled between his legs.
"Swallow it," he mumbled just before that heavenly weakness swept over him. "Swallow every drop."
She whimpered while orally squeezing him.
Her thumbs rotated over his balls, coaxing the jism to flow. Her warm breath spilled over his sensitive skin. Drool escaped from the corner of her mouth and trickled to the bottom of his shaft.
Larry shut his eyes and emitted his creamy torrent. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Susan let his cum collect inside her cheeks before it poured down her throat. He shuddered beneath her hungry press. She slid up and down his spurting cock, milking him of his rich fluid. Larry came profusely in her mouth.
When she finally released his cock, there wasn't a speck of jism to be had. She entirely drained him.
Susan placed her head on his chest, waiting for his tortured exhalations to subside. Larry had done his best to keep quiet; toward the end, however, he lost that battle. His gasps reverberated through the tent.
"That was swell, babe," he said, pulling up his jogging shorts. "I'm going to run for a while. Care to join me?"
Susan was too flush from having gulped his load to dash through the woods. Her nipples protruded from her T-shirt. Advertising her flustered state was not her custom. "Why don't we stay here and have more fun?" she whispered.
He grinned. "I've got to work off the rush, babe. You know me. I'm not one to be idle."
Her fingers crept toward his crotch. "I'll make it worth your while."
Larry found her coquettish ways amusing. "Perhaps later. At the moment, however, my body is screaming for exercise. I've got to go with it."
Susan sighed as he left the tent.
CHAPTER TWO
Joe Mancini went down to the river with two jugs. Devil's Tail Park featured spring water, suitable for drinking. He doubted anyone in their group ever tasted anything so fresh. The location was engraved in memory. The crooked path, mired with trees, bushes and overgrown vegetation did nothing to confuse him. Joe could travel the path in complete darkness, using his well-honed ears to guide him.
Sunlight danced across the rippling surface. Joe equated its radiance to that of sparkling diamonds. He knelt at the water's edge and dipped his hand. The water quenched his thirst. He sampled more before submersing the first jug. Perhaps he could coax the others into a revitalizing swim. The river's temperature offered a reprieve from the sweltering heat.
Leaves rustled in the background. Joe's head snapped up. His razor-sharp instincts kept him attuned to wild animals which might accidentally stumble upon him. Joe occasionally sited deer, raccoons, and even bears. When camping in the mountains, he established the proximity of mountain lions and coyotes. He customarily scouted a river for water moccasins prior to diving. In all instances, he cleverly eluded them. Joe devoutly believed in the preservation of nature and all its inhabitants.
Brittany, bearing a mischievous smile, emerged from a thicket. Her red hair looked almost surreal in the shimmering light. He saw her only from the shoulders up. She stood behind a clump of vines.
"Did you follow me, or find this place by yourself?" he asked.
She giggled. "Do you actually believe I would have an uncanny sense of direction? How often have I gotten lost driving around the block?"
He smiled. "Come on down and have some of this water. It's excellent."
Joe wasn't prepared for Brittany's surprise. As she stepped around the vines, he saw that she was totally naked. The sight of her pink nipples and copper-colored pubes jarred him.
"Jesus, Brit, what are you doing?"
"Having myself a great time. We're supposed to have fun on this trip. You promised."
"In broad daylight-where we could be easily discovered?" He swallowed roughly.
Brittany made her way to him, oblivious to his apparent shock. Her breasts swayed as she placed one foot before the other, closing the distance. "Someone might see."
"Let's hope so. I don't intend to dedicate the next several days solely to fishing, hiking and cooking. Having you under the sun-and stars-is my primary objective."
Joe, paralyzed with excitement, backed into a tree. His Adam's apple twitched. He was observant of those distended, pink nipples. Those feathery red pubes fluttering in the wind were his next point of interest. Brittany was satin-smooth and nicely curved. Against the verdant backdrop, she looked almost too enticing.
Brittany savored Joe's astonishment. After witnessing the occurrence in Susan and Larry's tent, she couldn't contain the flurry of sexual chills. Her mind replayed those lips sinking over that huge cock. Susan, meek and perennially cordial, made the most riveting sounds while sucking Larry's dick. She vividly recalled saliva escaping the corner of her mouth and cascading to the base of that monstrosity. Those lips did not relinquish their prize until they extracted his hot seed. By the time she left the campsite-prior to Larry's exit-she shook with horniness. Brittany, craving sex in the worst way, actively sought a partner.
Catching sight of Joe wandering into the woods had been advantageous.
Joe made no effort to elude her touch. She closed in upon his trembling mouth. His dark eyes closed behind his owl-rimmed glasses. Her nipples brushed the solid contours of his chest. Lightly, she gripped those grapefruit-sized biceps. The sturdy feel of Joe aroused her. Leisurely, he cupped her ass. His hands rested gently on those heart-shaped butt cheeks. His lips parted, lending passage to her tongue. Brittany engaged him in sport.
Joe sighed in resignation. He consigned all thought of their possible discovery to oblivion. He doubted the others had the ability to negotiate the complicated path to the river.
Brittany was aware of the increased strength of his fingers. He clutched her rump with urgency. Meanwhile, his tongue came to life. He responded to her playful flicks. His saliva mingled with hers. Her taste buds smacked of his flavor.
Joe steered her to the swollen front of his shorts. Brittany moaned as her sensitive mound met his bulge. She pressed into it, letting her delight echo in Joe's throat. Swiveling her hips, she ground her clit to it. Rapture bolted through her body.
Joe released her buttocks. From the pressure he exerted, his imprints were sure to register. His mouth detached from hers. Dizziness overcame Brittany. Partially recovering, she took a step back and assessed him.-likewise, Joe appeared off balance. The combination of kissing and massaging him with her nude flesh sent his wits askew.
Brittany yanked his shorts over his hips. Joe's cock, thick and long, swung at her. Eight inches of fuck power curved from his groin. Anxiously, she clasped it. His rapid pulsations excited her. Regardless of his original protest, he couldn't hide the thrill her little stunt prompted.
"Do you like when I'm naughty?" she murmured, stroking him.
Joe merely gulped. Her expert manipulation robbed him of speech. He stared at those small fingers wrapped around his thing. No matter how she grabbed him, Brittany could not totally surround that spacious cock.
Brittany took his raw look into account. Joe was hers to command. His rich, prevalent tremors supplied her with all the proof she required.
She separated her wet cunt lips with two fingers. That luscious, pink gap opened to reveal its profusion of juices. Horniness spilled from her pussy. She glimpsed Joe's pinched expression as she managed the soaked flaps.
That succulent crack, bordered by red fur, definitely engrossed him.
"See how much it wants you," she whispered. "Look how juicy you got it."
Joe throbbed in her fist. He feared anything rash on his part would result in a premature eruption. Even the slightest amount of friction was enough to set him off.
She steered him to that slick space. His plump knob made contact with her clit. The heat of his flesh seared her. Brittany sobbed. Joe sucked air through clenched teeth. The rubbery sensation of his cockhead afforded her a sweet rush. Slowly, she navigated him about that soft pebble.
"Yes," she moaned, circling her love button. It enlarged with each revolution. The press of male flesh turned her on. His dick became moist from her outpouring secretions. "Oh, Joe. It wants to swallow you whole."
Joe's eyes grew moist behind his round lenses. Her gyrations made him lightheaded. He swayed on his heels, countering the urge to shoot.
She rubbed him back and forth over her clit. A squeal of pleasure charged up her throat. The solid feel of his bulb escalated her pleasure. She shivered beneath its steady crush. She swiveled her hips to gain maximum benefit.
"Christ," Joe gasped. Brittany leaked on his engorged member. He trembled from her prickling drops. He watched his bloated crown orbit that excited dot before meeting it head on. Bone-stiff, he was on the verge of explosion. That pink slit and the satisfaction it could yield drew his eye. He ached to slide into it and stroke its slick walls. Brittany's sweet tightness was sure to get him off fast. He anticipated its spongy grasp.
"It's your fault I'm like this," she mentioned while caressing him. "Just thinking about what you've got makes me squishy."
Brittany traced her sodden boundaries with his blunt helmet. Her temperature climbed to the boiling point. Around her slippery cunt flesh he went, accelerating her pulse. His expanding chest seemed to stretch the tank top he wore. Sweat coursed from Joe's brow. His matting became plastered to the skin.
Having prolonged his torture, she elected to give his body the attention it demanded. She dragged him across the sticky patch to her opening. His wide tip rested on her crevice. Swinging her hips, she pressed him into her drenched folds. The top of his cock sank into her. She gritted her teeth as the jutting rim made it past her groove.
"Oh, Jesus," Joe groaned as that tight pussy enclosed him. His cock protruded from those sodden lips. Automatically, he embraced Brittany's cheeks and dragged her to him. The need to complete their connection was unshakable.
"Oh, God," Brittany cried as Joe speared her. His entire dick plunged into her cunt. Experiencing his full measure, she could not keep silent. Her joy was total. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Joe. All of it."
Joe stabbed into that baking pulp. His body sighed with relief. He filled that narrow space with the sum of his excitement. That wet snatch took him without hesitation. In and out of that pussy he drove, contented by its juicy vise. Gripping her ass, he delivered her greasy lips to the base of his cock.
Brittany sobbed as he pulled her flush to his sweat-drenched body. His dick sliced deeply into her cunt. They locked their groins. Gladly, she contained that beast of a cock. She whimpered as it expanded her to capacity. Joe's thick member nearly split her in two.
She recalled, in the early days, how Joe approached sex with caution. Familiar with his size, Joe was concerned about hurting her with it. He had been reluctant to reveal what had grown in his pants after several moments of making out. Brittany couldn't have been more delighted. She loved the way it felt in her pussy. Its sure movement precipitated many mind-bending orgasms. She invariably strained her vocal cords after humping that huge thing. Joe's fear of injuring her eventually dissolved. He subsequently laid back and simply allowed her to enjoy it.
Brittany draped her arms around Joe's head and surrendered to the hard, jamming sensation within her pussy. Joe pumped her to the brink of wooziness. His balls slapped her with each thrust. The noisy suction of her snatch gripping and releasing his cock heightened her stimulation. Drunk with gratification, her brain spun.
What pleased Brittany most was Joe's slide across her clit. Stroke after stroke of his rigid cock prompted shivering clarity. Acutely aware of his angle, she got caught up in his rhythm.
"Faster, Joe," she huskily whispered while he crammed himself into that hot, jittery hole, "ohhhh. Go faster. Fuck me. I like it so much."
Joe fiercely reacted to those dull, green pupils and that scratchy voice. Brittany's beautiful, freckled complexion shimmered before him. Using all his might, he sank to the bottom of that pussy. No matter how vigorously he pumped her, Brittany pleaded for more. Preserving his staying power became increasingly difficult. She tested his endurance to the limit.
Her cunt relentlessly squeezed him. Joe recognized Brittany's doubled effort to make him cream. Those wet, clinging lips swung to him, molding themselves to his cock. Smashed within that sodden pulp, Joe grunted. He wanted to cum, but held back. Brittany would never forgive him if he didn't finish her first.
Brittany came at him, demanding that swollen part of him. She met him with a squishy crunch. He gave it right back to her-with authority. His dick disappeared in that slick crease. From her impassioned cry, he gathered he had secured her complete endorsement.
Joe fervently hoped nobody in their party happened by.
Mike Kozlowski journeyed through the woods with a pair of binoculars. Joe had recommended a nature walk along that particular trail, claiming he would spot interesting birds and uncommon plant life. Such trivia did not fascinate Mike, but he saw hiking as a means of doing something other than dwelling on his loneliness. Their tents hadn't been pitched for more than a couple hours, and already he regretted coming.
A distinct sob rose from a remote site. Mike's initial impulse was to disregard it and continue his little jaunt. Another cry, almost superimposed upon the other, had female resonance. Mike contemplated the sound. In all-likelihood, it was one of the women, making love to her man. Mike did not relish the thought of snooping. The others were entitled to their privacy.
Before he could set foot in the opposite direction, another wail echoed. He clenched his fists. The urge to investigate overpowered him.
The cacophony of moans simplified his navigation. Attuning himself to that seductive outpour, he quickly reached his destination. By the river, Joe Mancini feverishly embraced Brittany Daniels. Her naked buttocks twisted in his grip. Joe lunged animalistically between her spread legs. Brittany's coordinated gasps explained everything. Obviously, Joe was fucking her. Those dark eyes of his were half-slits behind fogged lenses. Joe and Brittany were oblivious to his presence.
A lump formed in the pit of Mike's throat. He had never seen anyone locked in passionate bliss. Joe, normally cool and collected, looked lost while sliding in and out of Brittany's snatch. Brittany, arching her back, surrendered to his repeated thrusts. Both were in another world that included no one else.
To his chagrin, Mike secretly observed them. He disliked invading someone's privacy
-yet Brittany's lyrical sobs governed him. He fixed his gaze upon that luscious body rocking against Joe, responding with abandon. Her nipples developed into pointed ends. Those closed eyes and rounded lips illustrated her peak arousal.
Mike quietly made his way through the surrounding foliage without detection. On the lookout for fallen twigs that might crack beneath his feet, he made careful passage. A group of smaller trees provided ample coverage. More than twenty feet separated him from the humping couple. They continued bouncing off one another. Having successfully relocated himself, Mike softly exhaled.
He adjusted the range of his binoculars. Brittany came into focus with startling clarity. Drops of sweat had formed on her face. Her eyes, though blank, glittered. From his new perspective, Mike saw that Brittany had fastened her hands to Joe's ass. Those muscular buttocks buckled beneath her clasp. Mike also heard the perceptible wet sounds produced by her cunt.
Mike stood transfixed by the sight of Brittany's unfolding rapture. He conjured a fantasy of her undulating before him, answering the stroke of his cock. He wanted to be responsible for causing those pupils to become glassy while plunging into her pussy.
His loins strongly stirred. His knees shook as the flow of blood caused his dick to swell. Clutching a branch for support, he experienced its enlargement in his shorts. His thing ached from getting so hard. When his moment of weakness expired, he aligned the binoculars so that he could witness Brittany's orgasm.
He wished he was on the receiving end of that sopping mound.
Brittany moaned from the sweet movement of Joe's cock. It challenged her capacity with each cunt-stretching descent. Ohhhh. She would never get used to those toe-curling dimensions. She loved having that much man in her pussy.
The grip he exercised was nonnegotiable. Brittany sighed with ecstasy as those powerful hands delivered her to the trunk of that big dick. His balls underscored every thrust. Their resounding pat reassured that she contained the full measure of his awesome thing. The moist pucker of her snatch carried an agreeable note. She adored engulfing him to the root.
Brittany shut her eyes and welcomed the crush of his flesh. Euphoria flooded her being. "Fuck me, Joe," she moaned. "Fuck me. Yes. Oh, God, yes."
Joe held her close, fitting himself to her sodden folds. He peered into her eyes while jerking his hips. Her pussy ravenously swallowed him. She tightened around that stiff cock, gaining joy from its pendulousness. The urgency behind his fingertips clinched her bliss. His persistence in returning her to the heavy stem thrilled her. She savored the pull and push of those manly hands. Sliding back and forth, she thoroughly greased him. Brittany realized, with tingling certainty, that her orgasm rapidly approached. Joe, she also knew, would delay squirting until her convulsion ended.
A flash of light seized her attention. Over Joe's shoulder, she distinguished a pair of binoculars. Brittany curbed the impulse to smile. Mike Kozlowski was spying on them. He couldn't resist ogling her in the buff while she got boned. She pondered the dreams his mind-likely manufactured. He wanted to fuck her something bad. Those furtive glances were not lost upon her. She suspected his yen from the beginning. Nothing inspired Brittany more than wish fulfillment. Granting such to Mike generated tremendous appeal. In addition to variety, it promised to test his erotic potential. He seemed man enough to satisfy her. She had a hunch Mike was an excellent lay.
Without divulging her knowledge of his proximity, Brittany gave Mike something to remember. She thrashed against Joe. Propel- ling her hips, she hungrily took him. She purposely became demonstrative. Furnishing Mike ignitable images was her ultimate goal. Making Joe shoot was incidental.
"Yeah, baby," she purred, smacking into him. "Fuck my hot pussy. I'm so wet. Sink your big cock. Ohhhh. That feels so good. More. Harder."
Their flesh slapped in noisy profusion. Sweat dripped from her nipples. Brittany rolled her head, circling her lips with her tongue. Breathing harshly, she gave a performance neither man would soon forget.
Joe weathered her assault as best he could. His tremors, however, were highly perceptible. She expected his gush, given his bright complexion. His lenses were steamed, his eyes glazed over. His chest expanded, glistening with sweat.
Brittany submitted to the pleasure his thrusts warranted. Her orgasm was unstoppable. She cried out as powerful contractions claimed her. Joe's endurance paid off.
"I'm cumming," she squealed. "Ohhhh. I'm cumming. Oh, yes. Yes."
Joe's torrent of jism quickly followed. She heard his animal grunt as he erupted in her snatch. He squeezed her buns while filling her with his hot cream. That hard dick continued to jab her insides even while spurting.
Brittany bathed in the afterglow. She hoped Mike, pumped with those images, didn't jerk off. She wanted every bit of him later-while the others were asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike, swallowing hard, lowered the binoculars. Watching Brittany cum sapped him. That beautiful face flourished during orgasm. Those lips shaped a trembling circle. Her nipples swelled to a point. God, just dwelling on those impressions left him shuddering.
Envy overwhelmed Mike when Joe slumped between those spread thighs and groaned. He would have paid the necessary price to cream in that snatch. Joe luckily secured that privilege. He hammered away at that sodden cunt. From his choked retort, Mike assumed Joe eliminated his frustration in Brittany's convenient pussy.
Mike was painfully aware of his erection. His dick ballooned inside his shorts. Masturbation was his sole alternative. The woods offered seclusion to complete that function.
Mike fled the scene before they discovered him. The profusion of leaves camouflaged his retreat. Maintaining his stealthiness, he evacuated the area without notice. The road lay several yards ahead, inclusive of the path that led to their campsite. He recalled a detour where he could quickly spend himself. His mind, burning with images of Brittany, would sufficiently fuel a speedy orgasm.
The sound of engines gunned to the hilt drew his attention. Mike temporarily forgot the urgency of his mission. He came to a halt, searching for its origin. Within minutes, a motorcycle emerged on the horizon, bearing two female passengers. They sported kerchiefs rather than helmets. Their hair flapped in the wind. From their manner of dress-halter tops, scruffy jeans, high-heeled boots he gathered they were not ordinary girls. The term "biker chicks" mentally surfaced.
Mike remained in hiding. A bush of burgeoning growth concealed him.
The engine died within moments of their arrival. The girls promptly dismounted. A mischievous giggle drifted as they dragged a blanket from a storage compartment to a cleared spot.
Mike glanced down the road, wondering if others were about to join them. Devil's Tail Park was easily thirty miles from the remotest form of civilization. He judged it implausible for two girls to traverse the wilderness alone. They did not strike him as adept campers. The lack of food and shelter made it painfully obvious.
The girls, however, had their own agenda. They spread the blanket beneath a tree, then knelt to prevent the wind from getting under it. The blonde helped the brunette in removing her top. Her large, full breasts emerged after a strong tug. Mike became engrossed in her bouncing pink nipples. The brunette tilted her head, letting her thick hair spill over her bare back. The blonde, brandishing an ardent tongue, descended upon her jutting ends. She calmly circled the orb, leaving a bubbly trail. The brunette's laughter faded after her second revolution, replaced by a gratified moan. She clasped the blonde's head, weaving her fingers through her curly locks.
Mike's throat went dry. He didn't believe what he saw. Two women, materializing for the sole purpose of tormenting him, seemed farfetched. And yet, they seductively shifted, closing out the world.
Those luscious lips enclosed the nipple and gave it a moment's suck. Mike saw the blonde's cheeks indent as she drew upon it. The brunette's sob climbed another decibel. Slowly, she released her prize. The nipple slipped from her mouth, dripping with saliva. The blonde immediately circled the rose-colored nub, lapping the excess.
The brunette lowered the blonde's halter before she recommenced sucking. Her partner was amply endowed as well. Her tits leaped from confinement, the nipples totally erect. Her small thumbs blindly sought their distended tips. Her expert rotation brought them to a sharp slope.
The blonde's lips quickened after significant play. "Ohhh," the brunette squealed. Trembling, she received more of her partner's stirring pucker.
Mike exhaled slowly, measuring his breaths. The sight of those voluptuous babes going at it made him hard. He acknowledged witnessing a forbidden practice. Those women surely hadn't explored their pleasure with him in mind, but nonetheless perpetrated his furious arousal. His cock was pure steel, curving through his shorts. He feared the slightest touch would unintentionally result in orgasm. He tried polarizing his emotions-to no avail. The stimulating scene brutally unfolded.
The girls soon complicated matters. The blonde tumbled upon her back, dragging the brunette on top. Her fingers worked impatiently at the button of her jeans. The sound of her zipper disengaging accelerated his pulse. The blonde writhed in anticipation, extending creative license to the brunette. Mike's heart nearly stopped when he realized the absence of panties. A fluffy mound awaited her partner's consumption.
Mike violently shivered. He didn't think he could handle another second, yet was disabled of will. He questioned the basis for his weakness. Glimpsing two sexually frustrated women was un-like him. His eyes, nonetheless, remained centered on the brunette's profile. He alternated between the blonde's pale hips wiggling about and her friend's hungry expression. As she neared that wheat-colored fur, Mike gripped a branch.
God, he thought. He had never seen a woman place her mouth over another woman's pussy. When the brunette pinned back the blonde's glistening folds and bared her tongue, he nearly gasped aloud. He recalled the typical male banter at bars about observing lesbian sex. Others claimed it fueled a base fantasy to which Mike could not relate. Residing over a genuine occurrence, however, altered that viewpoint.
The brunette's winding tip settled into the blonde's cunt. Her hips shot up, only to be tamed by the brunette's assertive hands. Piles of brown hair toppled onto that feathery snatch before the girl whipped them over her shoulder. Mike studied that tongue's fluency. The brunette flicked at that succulent arrangement while the blonde moaned. Each stroke hastened her breathing.
"Oh, yeah," the blonde wailed, undulating. She elevated her hips to meet those zealous licks. "More. Ohhhh. More." Transported, she palmed her nipples. Mike watched her gather the plump globes and tweak the ends. Digging her heels into the blanket, she pressed her snatch to those lips and tongue. "Yeah. Oh, God. Ohhhh."
The brunette took an aggressive stance. During her feeding frenzy, she unbuckled her jeans. Within seconds, she displayed her fuzzy mound. The jeans fell back, revealing a sumptuous ass. Her cheeks seductively rocked in the breeze. Her long, sleek legs climbed from their tattered embrace without missing a single slurp.
Mike feared he was going to hyperventilate. Both girls were exquisitely built. Their bodies were nicely curved, their faces aesthetically sculpted. The urge to come out of the bushes and expose himself-swollen and shakingnearly overpowered him. By the barest margin, he maintained his wits.
Having relinquished her clothes, the brunette curled her length around the blonde. She picked up her mouth-watering ass and arranged her pussy above her salivating expression. Those trim thighs framed that stunning face. Gently, the brunette's cunt connected with the blonde's mouth. Mike noticed that her tongue wiggled into the pink split.
The brunette's lips swerved from the blonde's muff. "Oh, baby," she whimpered. Her buttocks lifted and dropped on her face. She squealed in delight as that tongue fucked her. Working her hips, she derived satisfaction from its slick probe. "Eat me. Suck that pussy."
The blonde complied. She dipped into that brown nest, feasting on its juices. Her soft murmur pierced the slobbering noises produced.
The brunette resumed her meal. She generously rewarded the blonde. She licked and fingered that wet pussy. Her recurrent slurps made her drip. Spreading those moist flaps, the brunette dove into her snatch and drank its liquid content. The blonde's shapely thighs trembled around her face. Mike saw the brunette conduct a thorough sweep, collecting the leakage.
The blonde employed both finger and tongue to furnish the brunette pleasure. She concentrated on her inflamed clit, alternating digit and tongue. Both methods precipitated a profusion of juice. Her swirling technique made the brunette gasp.
Totally aroused, the brunette rode her face. She smeared her expression with her seepage. When she withdrew, the blonde's cheeks and nose glistened. Her eyes remained closed while she digested the joy she'd just received. After regaining her composure, she returned to the blonde's pussy for more of her sugary treat.
Mike's knees buckled under the strain. The weight of his desire subdued him. He wanted to climb out of Ms hiding place and fuck each of them. By plunging into their sizzling warmth, he would supply them the missing element.
Of course, Mike was much too shy to make delivery. His shyness got the better of him. Paralyzed, he continued to subject himself to visual torture. The beauty of two females surrendering to lust conquered him.
The brunette's head shook furiously between the blonde's legs, her intent plain. Unable to focus on the pussy crammed in her mouth, the blonde detached her lips and evoked escalating sobs. Her head rolled from side to side while she absorbed the sensations bestowed her.
"Oh, God," she moaned, submitting to the mouth sucking noisily at her cunt. "Ohhhh."
The brunette rode out the storm in her loins. The blonde's hips fought against the strength of the brunette. She lapped her into a frenzy, that enlarged clit her target. The blonde thrashed, smacking her in the chin. Her cries magnified, then waned. The brunette, never softening her strokes in the least, danced relentlessly over that aggravated dot.
"Ohhhh," the blonde murmured, coming down from the high, her energies cleared flagged. Disheveled after having undergone a strenuous climax, she caressed the brunette's ass and thighs.
Having completed the job, the brunette seated herself on the blonde's face. Situating her pussy on her mouth, she gyrated her hips. She pressed the blonde's tongue into service. From his standpoint, Mike could tell the blonde eventually reciprocated. Sluggish licks evolved into a sincere attempt. She combed the layers of squish, tracking her clit. Running her tongue over every corner, she recovered the drops that escaped its sodden boundaries.
The brunette's features blossomed. Ecstasy replaced her rapt expression. She swiveled on those lips, gasping as that tip slid into her cunt. Its unbroken wiggle produced elated sobs. She soon rocked on the blonde's face, intent on cumming.
The blonde's muffled slurps increased. She enclosed the brunette's quivering buttocks, restricting her movements. Her fingers delved into the hips, leaving imprints. Mike heard her slobber that juicy cunt flesh.
"Yes," the brunette cried. "Oh, yes. Faster, baby. Faster."
The blonde obeyed. That soaked pussy pivoted above her suctioning lips. She clutched her ass, disallowing its escape from her frantic tongue. Those fanned fingers imprisoned her trembling cheeks. Stabbing that nectar-rich crevice, she went about gulping its supply. The brunette's secretions flowed into her mouth. Upon satisfying her thirst, she trained her tip on that developed clit and extended it total worship.
The brunette shook violently. Her big tits vibrated. The blonde's lashings overwhelmed her. Her legs tightened about the blonde's head. "Don't stop," she pleaded, jerking her hips. "Ohhhh. I'm going to cum."
The blonde devoured her succulence with unshakable purpose. Molded to that furry mound, she smothered her love button in a fit of slurps and nibbling. Drinking her tangy seepage, she finished off the brunette. Her heightened cries rang through the air.
Mike exhaled. His cock bulged awkwardly through his shorts. Relieving himself was of the utmost importance. He'd witnessed too many episodes to discount them.
The roar of engines yonder suddenly informed him of additional company. Two Harley Davidsons made their raucous arrival on the asphalt road, each bearing a male passenger. Both had long hair suspended by the wind. One wore a red kerchief, the other blue. Leather jackets, tank tops and jeans with holes at the knees completed their biker outfits.
The girls lazed on the blanket, indifferent to them. The blonde continued to slurp the brunette's pussy long after she climaxed. The brunette, writhing, purred.
The others from their camp-Larry, Susan, Joe and Brittany-gathered at the deafening motorcycle engines. Mike, concluding that masturbation was impossible, made his presence known as well. They assembled along the side of the road, craning their heads.
"Had enough, Wendy?" the blond, muscled man teased. "Does Heather taste that good?"
The blonde impishly winked, then released her partner. Shame seemed beyond her capacity. The brunette, moaning, crawled from her face. She shuddered while lowering herself onto the blanket.
The two men howled with laughter.
Susan, looking thoroughly appalled, gasped. Brittany smirked, as did Larry. Joe, sharing Susan's embarrassment, frowned. Mike was neutral-he'd seen too much to form an opinion.
The brown-haired man turned to them. Although he possessed coarse features, his smile made him seem less threatening. "Don't mind the girls, people. They tend to get carried away. Mischief-making is in their genes. Isn't that true, Alex?"
His blond buddy snorted. "You know it, Gerry."
Joe was the first to recover his voice. "Pardon us, but we set up camp here."
"We won't get in your way, pal," Gerry said. "Typically, we stick together-unless the girls get a little hungry and go off by themselves."
Alex chuckled at his comment. Obviously, it was quite valid.
Gerry glanced at Brittany and Susan as though it hadn't occurred to him other women were in their midst. Brittany, boldly meeting his gaze, smiled back. Susan, however, blushed as he gaped at her petite figure. His mouth curved in pleasure. His eyes slanted, as though impure thoughts went through his head. Wringing her hands, she turned away.
"You dudes are keeping some nice company," he muttered louder than he intended.
"We don't want any trouble," Joe said, stepping forward. "This is a restful getaway for us."
"And so it shall be," Gerry said before leering at Susan once again. "like I said, we aim to keep to ourselves unless you want it otherwise."
"That's perfectly acceptable to us," Larry said, resting his hands on Susan's shoulders.
Gerry smirked, then swaggered over to Wendy and Heather, who had slipped back into their clothes. He slapped Heather's buttocks as she stooped to collect their blanket. The shapely brunette squealed at the unexpected blow. The others in their group burst into a fit of laughter.
"Nice meeting you all," Gerry said, nodding. He winked at Susan. "Real nice."
Susan, turning crimson, refused to watch their retreat into the woods.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I thought we were supposed to have the place to ourselves," Larry griped. "That was the point of choosing a distant corner-or so you said, Joe."
"I don't like the looks of them," Susan chimed. "I sensed trouble the second they roared in here."
Brittany and Mike reserved comment. Neither aired concern about their visitors.
Joe waved off their protestations. "We won't have them for long. Did any of you notice camping gear hitched to their Harleys?"
"No, but-"
"They haven't brought food, either. It's my guess they'll get tired and hungry and pull out of here. Trust me. They're purely transient."
Larry sniffed. "I hope you're right. I don't relish the thought of getting into a scuffle with either dude. Neither appears friendly. Who knows what they're liable to do?"
Mike recalled the pounding moments in which the two women were under his observation. He, more than anyone, grasped their potential. Their recent adventure left him in bad shape. He had yet to relieve himself of that pent-up frustration.
Brittany came to Joe's defense. "Joe's correct. None of you want to uproot those stakes and move our tents, do you? Think of the extra work and hassle involved. The spot we chose is ideal. Why forfeit it because of a single encounter?"
"I do like where we're at," Susan said. "It's very scenic."
Larry grumbled. Mike shrugged.
"Then the matter's resolved," Joe pronounced. "Leave that bunch to their own devices. They'll-likely be gone by sunset."
While the others enjoyed the burgers cooked over the makeshift grill, Susan went for a stroll. That motley crew of bikers displaced her appetite. Essentially a shy person, she was unhappy about their invaded turf. Not until she heard their engines shriek in the distance would she again relax.
Conscious of the area the bikers claimed, Susan set foot in the opposite direction. She deplored the thought of stumbling upon one of those leather-clad brutes. Her need for some cleansing air and exercise overrode that concern.
Before venturing into the wilds of Devil's Tail Park, Joe had distributed maps covering its highlights. Susan remembered to bring the one personally prepared for her. Joe emphasized with colored markers the most efficient routes to the waterfall, the fishing ponds and an assortment of wildlife trails. Susan, having a yen for nature, planned to visit each of those sites.
The path she chose to the waterfall sloped progressively upward. Enthusiastically, she tackled it. By the time she reached the top of the steep incline, she elected to catch her breath. Nothing demanded her prompt return; her excursion was solely recreational.
The air tinkled with laughter. At once, Susan knew despite the precautions taken, she had chanced upon their unwanted guests. She scolded herself for having gone that route. Initially, she elected to leave, then hesitated. Thus far she was invisible to them. Curiosity got the better of her.
At the bottom of the waterfall, they romped-without a stitch. The four basked in the sparkling drops that fell from the broken rocks overhead. Naked flesh-muscular and tanned-shimmered beneath the cascade. Susan, scarcely breathing, froze.
The blond whom she'd heard addressed as
Alex held court. The women, Heather and Wendy, paid homage to him. They basked in his smile and individually lobbied for his attention. Susan perceived their fixation with him. Alex's body was an artist's dream: impeccably formed tendons, Olympic-sized biceps, chiseled features. His long blond hair resembled a lion's mane. Minus the red kerchief tied to his head, he boasted a feral quality.
Susan, fearing discovery, receded into the bushes. Camouflaged by leaves, she was almost imperceptible.
Gerry, the dark-haired one, merely grinned at the women's adoration. He seemed nonchalant about attracting their ardor and refrained from participation. His body was of equal impact. His chest was a study of muscular definition, tapering to a narrow waist. Hair densely populated his limbs.
For some inexplicable reason, he warranted her fascination. She could not avert her gaze, no matter how she tried. She pinpointed a degree of roughness about his character to partially explain the magnetism. The rest was left to speculation.
Larry had been, in her opinion, the only male capable of monopolizing her interest. His tall, rangy figure aroused her to the quick. The sight of his long, mouth-filling cock answered a secret yen. Susan loved giving him oral pleasure. It made her feel needed.
Gerry, however, put a spin on that attitude. With his arrogant style, he intrigued her. He silently dared her to consider his profusion of muscles-and more important, his sexual equipment.
Susan, swallowing hard, could not study it at length. Staring at another man's apparatus seemed disloyal to Larry. She fought the impulse. Gerry's casual posture, however, canceled her resistance.
Although she declared her dislike of him, Susan did not move a fraction. She dwelled on Gerry, drinking in his every naked inch. Why she judged him attractive went beyond reason. The crude person he epitomized was one she routinely avoided at all cost.
Gerry's athletic build and shaggy limbs stirred her loins. She silently dubbed him a beast of prey. He possessed traits underscoring that impression. Men of his kind generally held no appeal for her, yet she stayed rooted to her spot, watching.
While Gerry waived the women's talents, Alex clearly craved them. Wendy, the blonde, knelt before him, her tongue poised for action. Heather, the brunette, scooped up her tits and delivered them to his mouth. During Alex's lashing of Heather's nipples, Wendy licked his cock.
Wendy's technique varied widely from Susan's. Her tongue danced over Alex, teasing him into an erect state. She did nothing extra to accelerate his growth. Susan normally sucked hard and steadily, pulling with her lips until Larry assumed his peak size. Wendy did not take Alex in her mouth, but rather slurped him. His dick dripped with her salivary excess. Each curl saw him thicken and develop. Wendy streamed to his balls and bathed them in her bubbly drool. Drawing exotic patterns, she afforded him a shiny coat.
Heather caressed Alex's biceps while he lapped her stiff ends. She moaned as he traced her silken contours. His fingers swerved into her dark bush. He dipped into the pink folds of her pussy. Her cunt smoothly separated to contain his rummaging digits. When he withdrew, his fingertips were wet.
"Oh, God," Heather whimpered before leaning into Alex's face. Her nipple disappeared in his mouth. He fastened his lips about her extended tit, eliciting some sharp cries. Her head flew back, directly under the waterfall. The downpour squelched her cries. Warbling, she seemed oblivious to it.
Meanwhile, he prevailed in finger-fucking her. He sliced cleanly into that receptive cunt, plunging in and out of its squishy center. Her excited snatch made him juicy.
Susan's temperature climbed. Her heart hammered to the danger point. Watching people have sex was new for her. She had been mortified about accidentally trespassing on someone in the past. Surveying the bikers, however, seemed entirely different.
Wendy succeeded in raising Alex's cock to its full height. There was no comparison between him and Larry. He measured noticeably short of her boyfriend, yet she yearned for a piece of it. The man behind the tool spurred her interest. Wendy circled his plump helmet, dabbing coquettishly at the cum slit. Her foamy concoction ran to his balls.
"Yeah," Alex grunted, shrinking from Heather's pointed tip. The conglomeration that dripped from his cock overwhelmed him. Gasping, he clamped the back of Wendy's head while piloting himself into her mouth. His bloated crown vanished behind her lips. Jerking his hips, he enabled her to take him in stages. Her lips slid to the bottom of his dick. When that portion resurfaced, her webs of spittle kept them attached. Alex returned with a gentle nudge, loading that orifice. She enjoyed him, one mouthful at a time.
Susan began to perspire. Wendy appeared accomplished in handling blow jobs. Her familiarity with the sensitive regions of a man's cock seemed absolute. Her manner of taking one titillated Susan-and boosted its desirability. Moisture seeped from her core. Inescapable lust took ownership of her will. Shaking, she twisted the branch in her grip.
Wendy opened up and let him fill her mouth. In and out he went, fitting himself to the trunk. Her lips tenderly diverted him. Alex, sinking into that fluid warmth, controlled her intake. Each subsequent plunge made him all the more slippery.
"Suck me, baby," he groaned, stuffing her face. "Suck me good."
That wall of muscle came in waves at her face. Wendy calmly stroked him with her lips. His tremulous expression described her fanciful clasp. Susan interpreted his digested sensations when he swung into that mouth.
Sweating, Susan switched to Gerry. Heather, using her expert tongue, provoked his rigid formation. She veered away from Alex's plummeting digit long enough to make him serviceable. He yielded to her persistent licks. His cock expanded beneath her wealth of saliva. Gerry was of comparable reach. She flickered over his shaft, increasing its size.
Although he obtained identical stimulation, Gerry seemed detached. He did not clench his fists, nor rock absently on his heels as did his buddy. Heather's slurps merely made his dimensions double, then triple. His dick curved powerfully beneath her administration. She dabbed ardently at his thing, ensuring its inflammation. Her drool trickled from his balls. She swirled over them before backtracking to the domed head, nibbling on its heavy rim.
Afterward, the men ordered the women to lie on the rocks at the foot of the waterfall. Heather reclined first, spreading her legs. Wendy was about to lay parallel to her, but Alex instructed her to mount Heather's face. Wendy's thighs went around Heather's head, then closed the distance. In the same breath, she dove at Heather's cunt.
Susan's cheeks burned from glimpsing two women devouring each other. From her angle, she saw the wiggling tongues sliding into slick crevices. They undulated while exchanging secretions. Wendy's ass rose and fell over Heather's gasping profile. Heather, lifting her hips, pressed herself to Wendy's mouth.
Susan loved getting eaten whenever the appetite seized Larry. Unfortunately, his thirst for cunt sporadically occurred. He much preferred sticking her with his dick, rather than his tongue. Once he emptied himself in her pussy, Larry adamantly refused to put his face near it.
After granting them time to adjust to that position, the men manned opposite sides of the women. Alex got behind Wendy while Gerry situated himself between Heather's thighs. Although tongues blocked the territory they aspired, they stuck themselves into their claimable space. Alex sank into Wendy with a resounding groan. Gerry, lacking emotion, settled into Heather's folds. The girls collectively whimpered while adapting to their men. Slurps punctuated their moans.
Susan never saw the-likes of such decadence. She couldn't turn from the sawing rhythm the men effected, nor the writhing splendor of their partners. Four people simultaneously had sex, feeding off each other's gratification.
Gerry pushed into Heather's cunt while Wendy lapped dutifully at her clit. His cock, displacing her tongue, thrust in Wendy's face. He smashed his pubes against her cheeks. His dick, slicing into that wet snatch, received a swipe of spittle. Heather, no doubt, separately tasted them. His joy, however, failed to register. He went about pumping her, unresponsive to those massaging forces.
Alex's bliss was more visual. His handsome face screwed up as he pounded Wendy's backside. His balls slapped her buns. Seizing her hips, he rode them with authority. His vise-like grip was unmanipulable. The sinew in his body rippled as he repeatedly plunged into her.
Wendy raised herself from Heather's snatch, moaning. Alex's masterful strokes got to her. Unable to delve into Heather's juicy groove, she merely flicked at it. The puckering sounds of cunt rubbing against cock grew emphatic. Her pussy pulled him into her creamy gullet, then gulped him to the root.
"Yeah," Alex hoarsely proclaimed, abandoning himself to her thrilling squeeze. "Yeah, baby."
Gerry, unconcerned about the pleasure she received, cupped the back of her head and delivered her to Heather's pussy. He held her down until her licks resumed.
"Ohhhh," Heather sobbed after it whisked over her clit. She could barely treat Wendy's snatch to the slurps it craved. Her tongue bridged weakly to that thrusting cunt.
Gerry lunged into Heather, cramming himself into her soaked pussy. His balls spanked her velvety thighs. He charged into her, swollen to the hilt. She latched onto him, grabbing his shaft with all she had. He disappeared in her slick clench, then reappeared, greasy.
Susan trembled when he pulled out and showed his stiff cock. Heather whined, begging him to put it where it belonged. After seeing her shake from its vacancy, Gerry lunged into those receptive loins.
After fucking her a few seconds, he yanked himself out. Cum splashed over Heather's snatch and Wendy's winded expression. Gerry exhaled sharply while squirting. He maintained control over his eruption, purposely aiming at the two women.
Alex tore himself from Wendy's cunt and copied Gerry. He shot over her quivering butt cheeks and got Heather's face, too. He massaged himself while spilling the last drops of jism on her backside. Of the two, Alex appeared more enfeebled. He sagged against the two women, striving to reclaim his composure.
Gerry, conversely, enjoyed a swift recovery.
Susan tried to quietly flee the premises. The images she saw left her physically riled. She needed Larry more than ever to help purge the frustration. As she backed away, however, her grip on a branch wasn't firm. The limb swung wildly, causing the leaves to rustle.
Gerry, eyes like a hawk, reached her in flight. Within seconds, he had established recognition. Smirking, he turned so she could see his still-swollen cock. He motioned to the gasping Heather, then gestured for Susan to join them.
Susan, shaking her head, scampered off in the woods. She heard his wicked laughter follow her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Meet me in the tent in five minutes," Brittany whispered to Joe. Her fingers swept purposely over his crotch.
He seized her wrist before she could complete a second pass. Fortunately, no witnesses distinguished the perceptible rise in his shorts. Their friends had temporarily scattered, and the bikers were nowhere in sight. That situation, however, could suddenly change. He wasn't exactly comfortable about whipping out his dick and going for it while pairs of unwanted eyes were trained on them. "Hey, cut it out. We're out in the open. Someone might see."
"like, that presents a problem?" She anchored a hand on her hip. "Are you forgetting that moment of insane passion earlier this afternoon?"
"You took me by surprise-and yes, we nearly got caught."
Brittany giggled. "That's why you found it thoroughly enjoyable: the element of risk." Purring, she brushed against him, strategically dragging her breasts. "Come on, baby. Let's go do the nasty."
He shook her away. "I'm not kidding, Britt. We're not alone on this trip. Get a grip on yourself."
"Don't play the prude with me. You usually take what I offer."
"Jesus, Britt. We just did it by the lake. Didn't that satisfy you?"
His cautiousness irked her. "How do you like that? I'm so horny I could scream, and you get a conscience."
"Don't get sore. Wait until it's dark. We'll venture into the woods-"
She eluded his grasp. "I might not hold out that long. Don't concern yourself. There are a few other men around her that can handle the job."
"Britt-"
"Forget it. This relationship has grown pointless. I'm through with your routine. You're a bore, Joe. Our views don't mesh. You prefer to keep things on an even keel, and I crave excitement. I suppose we've been ill-matched."
"There's no need for petulance."
"I'm putting myself back into circulation, where I'm better appreciated. Take my advice.
Find yourself a nice, simple girl. I no longer qualify."
Before Joe could reverse her decision, she left. Brittany strangely experienced no shred of remorse. The decay had been unalterable. It was miserable to have occurred at the beginning of their five-day retreat, but she was glad things came to a head. Prolonging the inevitable was senseless.
Joe made no effort to stop her. He recognized an attention-getting tactic and elected to ignore her. Brittany sighed. His interpretations were worthless. The final chapter had been written. She was due to start a fresh book with a new set of characters, making certain greater compatibility existed.
She banished Joe from her mind upon seeing Mike Kozlowski. He had no idea she knew he had secreted himself in the woods and saw her fucking Joe. Mike feigned ignorance at the time of the biker's blaring entrance. His periodic twitch, however, had been a dead giveaway.
Mike, propped against a tree, tried engrossing himself in a paperback. He occasionally turned from the printed page, distracted by background noises. He immediately detected Brittany's approach.
Brittany noted his momentary flicker at her tits. She valued his yearning gaze, even when disguised. Mike's desire was transparent. He had no talent for concealing his true feelings.
"Where's Joe?" he instantly asked.
"Back there," she replied, not bothering to edit the contempt from her tone.
"Uh-oh."
"That's right. We had it out-and I'm pleased to announce I'm a free woman."
"You'll patch things up-you always do."
She shook her head. "There's no hope for reconciliation. Joe and I are unsuitable. We always were. I can't explain why it's lasted this long, but I assure you, we've made a clean break."
For Mike, her finality lacked conviction. They frequently bickered. Their spats invariably reached a passionate conclusion.
"You don't believe me, do you?" she murmured, reading his ambivalence. "A lover's quarrel that we will swiftly resolve? Not this time, Mike. I mean business. Joe is history-I've seen to it."
"Put it out of your mind, Britt," he gently advised. "You'll feel differently in an hour."
She sat beside him. Mike was hardly the most attractive man of her acquaintance. His partial baldness and plain looks easily dimmed one's interest. Brittany studied him at length. In a tank top and running shorts, he was appetizing. Mike made the most of his anatomical structure. He boasted well-defined pecs and a flatboard stomach. Those broad shoulders helped form a perfect triangle. His biceps were of commendable size, his thighs rich with sinew. Although thin on top, he had an abundance of body hair.
Having taken stock of him, the notion to explore him intimately struck her. Mentally, she composed an elaborate seduction.
"I will cease thinking of Joe-but not because it may alter my feelings." She dropped a hand to his furry thigh. "Let's just say, there are other fish in the sea."
Mike's features went rigid. Gulping, he was fixed on her swirling digits. She subjected his bare flesh to a barrage of sparks.
"We need to be honest, Mike. I've often wondered what it would be like to have you."
"You have?"
"Certainly." She boldly gravitated to his crotch. The ringlets of hair were comparatively nice to touch. Save for the light matting of his chest, Joe was basically smooth. Brittany longed for new textures, new sounds. Mike unwittingly addressed that craving.
Mike trembled as she interminably made a path to his groin. He failed to create a negative response sufficient to counteract the stimulation he received. That red hair tumbled over her shoulders while those green eyes sparkled with undeniable lust. Her tits jutted at him. He imperatively wanted to enclose them and know their softness. Those silky fingers continued to plod toward that sensitive area. He gritted his teeth while getting hard.
Brittany's hand suddenly retreated. She hooked the top of her halter and pulled it down. Delightfully pink nipples jumped from their domain. Mike's mouth watered at the roundness of her tits. He marveled at their flawless shape.
"Touch me, Mike," she slurred, drawing closer, "with your tongue."
He groped for that last vestige of strength. Unfortunately, his will power had dissipated. The temptation she served was uncontestable. He tilted himself to her proffered nipple. Starved, he wrapped his lips around it. Her taste was indescribable. Shaking, he circled that solid nub.
Brittany cast back her head and moaned. She leaned into his face, causing her fleshy globe to bulge around his mouth. "Suck it, Mike. Yes. Suck my tit."
He obeyed. Her lush, clean flavor washed his palate. He drew strongly upon her tasty nugget, twisting his lips.
"The other," she pleaded. "Suck the other."
Mike switched nipples. Its mate was equally delectable. He ground himself to its foundation. Brittany's sobs excited him all the more. The combination of taste and sound aroused him to madness.
Brittany's hands were all over him. She could not contain the intensification, either. The thrill of a new man propelled her. She appreciated his enduring lust. She acknowledged its evolution, but hadn't the courage to act upon it until now. Free of Joe, she had every intention of exploring all options.
Brittany climbed onto Mike's lap. She rubbed herself against the rigid formation in his shorts. Mike was rock-solid and mar-velously huge. Given his height and limb span, she assumed he was big, but not to the extent he displayed. She slid back and forth on that imposing outline. Her pussy tightened in anticipation.
She slipped under his tank top and explored the fleecy terrain of his chest. Mike had exceptional definition. She roamed the heavy pelt covering him. "I want you," she whispered, shaking. "Here, now."
Mike was in no condition to refuse her. He could not consider his friendship with Joe when caressed by those deft hands. She rotated her thumbs over his nipples, sabotaging any reflection of loyalty. Brittany manipulated his will. He submitted to her hunger.
She lifted herself from his aggravated member. His cock pressed through his shorts, completely swollen. She gazed at its substantial size. He was on par with Joe. Either man could probe her hot, quivering center.
The itch inside her pussy would not diminish. She needed something long and filling with which to scratch it.
Brittany exercised excruciating care in removing the lower portion of her bikini. Hooking the sides, she eased the scant article over her hips. Mike's lips thinned as her furry mound came into view. She meticulously shaved her pubes so no errant strands curled around the skimpy panel.
Mike groaned as her bare bottom settled on his lap. Unable to resist its compactness, he surrounded it with his hands. His fingers sank into its cushiony warmth.
Christ. Never had his dick been so hard. He honestly believed it could snap in half.
Brittany's lips came at him. Mike swallowed roughly as they made their descent. Her tongue quickly followed, wiggling into his mouth. She provoked him into play. Before he could fully respond, the stiff peaks of her nipples stabbed his chest. Her green eyes glittered. He experienced every aspect of her arousal.
Once again, Brittany elevated herself. She groped Mike while exploring the inside of his cheeks. His cock burned against her palm. He pulsated furiously within his shorts. Brittany deemed it nonsensical to protract his frustration. He was in dire need of relief.
She yanked down his shorts. His dick sprang out, tall and dense. He instilled the promise of ridding that ache from her loins.
"You're outstanding," she murmured.
Her fingers coiled about his shaft. Mike groaned as she clenched him. Up and down she moved, priming him for entry. His size kindled her lust. Intuitively, she knew it would be incredible.
The slender fingers wrapped around his cock powerfully stimulated him. Trapped in that sweet vise, he battled an urge that promised to get the better of him.
Mike's complexion reddened. "Wait."
It was much too late. His jism splattered her furry patch. He exhaled sharply, losing control. She watched him squirt, then received his scalding splash.
"Oh Christ," he muttered, looking miserable. His cock began to wilt in her grasp. That orgasm nearly wiped him out. Brittany's masturbatory caress overheated him. He regarded the unhappy result that showered her red bush. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Brittany softly whispered. "I understand. It's been a while since you've had some. Let me take care of it."
Brittany continued pumping him with her fist. Despite the erupted amount, Mike underwent an accelerated recovery. Brittany's expert stroke revived him. He grunted as those fingers, lubricated by his spent seed, glided.
"Oh, yeah," she purred, feeling it stiffen. "This is better. You'll last longer." Her tongue suddenly appeared, taking a swipe at his cockhead. She slurped the creamy ooze he discharged. "Mmmmm."
The lump in his throat precluded speech. Mike surrendered to her slick, stimulating clutch. The sound of his flesh getting greased and the heat it produced restored him to total rigidity. The sight of her erect nipples additionally mesmerized him.
Brittany arranged herself over his bulbous head. Once she tucked it between her juicy cunt lips, she bore down. Mike began to plow through her squishy layers.
"Jesus," he gasped, startled by her liquid heat. That narrow channel immediately put the squeeze on his orgasm-sensitive cock. He weathered her exertion. Her walls crushed him, yet all he could do was push more into that snatch. Brittany, taking hold of his shoulders, steadily absorbed him.
"God," she said, resting on his balls. Mike throbbed strongly in her pussy. His dick entirely stuffed her. She could scarcely move without feeling him lodged inside her. The sensation of pulsing roused her.
Mike's blue eyes dulled. From his taut expression, she gathered he had not been inside cunt for an extensive period. She lifted herself from the thick stem, soared to the mushroomed head, then returned to his base. Mike flinched at every tug and pinch. Her pussy consumed him in an arresting series of twists. His harsh breathing reported his joy. His chest expanded and contracted at her greasy slide. Clearly, he was lost in her clinging folds.
Brittany inspected his feral countenance. Mike's ordinariness vanished, replaced by a fiery passion. His homely features took on new meaning. She liked the transformation, the new dimension of his character. His hunger titillated her. The urgency of his grip and the insistence she constantly connected with the foot of his cock endlessly thrilled her. She especially enjoyed total submersion of that hard thing. He occupied all available room. Ohhhh. She rode out the rush.
Brittany moaned in earnest as those large hands dragged her to that fleshy spike. Ohhhh. It went right up her middle, piercing her jittery center. Arching her spine, she ground her pussy to his trunk. She obtained bliss from those exaggerated twists. His hair-rough thighs served as a backrest, supporting her undulating form. Throughout her journey, she never once forgot the male hardness buried between her legs.
"Oh, Mike," she sobbed. "You feel so good in me. Ohhhh. Fuck me. Give it to me. Don't hold back. Yes. As hard as you can."
Her hips snapped. Her cunt took him in. Mike sweated profusely as she rose and fell. That hot, wet pussy sucked him to the root. He savored its spongy warmth. Pushing his whole thing into her, he felt no resistance. Her wet heat engulfed him. She swallowed him to the balls, then slowly released his dick.
Christ, Mike thought. All that squishy energy fought against him. The friction of those sodden lips was brutal. He barely refrained from shooting.
Brittany inserted her tongue in his mouth. He gave it an eager reception. She pressed her lips to him, freely exploring him. He grew dizzy from her excursion.
All the while, that cunt voraciously devoured him. Withstanding its slick embrace proved quite an accomplishment. She slid back and forth, demanding every section.
Ecstatically, Brittany humped Mike. The juicy noises they produced confirmed her rapture. Their flesh slapped in harmony.
"I'm going to cum," she squealed after feverishly bouncing on him. "Oh, Mike. I'm going to cream all over your beautiful cock."
Her splendor was genuine. He witnessed her contortions. Even in blissful agony, she fiercely aroused him. He endured her sapping tightness, coupled by her wanton cries. He was proud to have brought her pleasure to fruition.
His arms were bands of steel, capturing her convulsing form. She clung to him while spasming. Bearing down, she smothered that rigid monster with her hot, puckering flesh. A delicious turbulence raged through her body. He gave her unimagined satisfaction.
Knowing he was responsible for getting her off made him cum. He violently shuddered, then gushed. Brittany humped his spurting cock, perpetuating its stiffness. Even in orgasm, she sought more of him. He groaned, emptying himself in that milking pussy.
"Yeah," she whimpered, descending moistly onto his upright member. "Ohhhh. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
Over Mike's shoulder, Brittany saw Joe standing behind a bush. His hostile expression resided over her screaming climax. From his tremulous grip on the branch, she perceived his bitterness.
Smirking and defiant, she turned to Mike and bestowed him with soft, adoring kisses. She wished to instill Joe with the sobering finality of having no accountability to him.
With a furrowed brow, Joe watched a moment longer before departing.
CHAPTER SIX
Larry jogged down the main road, scouting the area for Susan. She had gone for a walk quite a while ago and had since been missing. Alert to the bikers in their midst, Larry set out to find her. Hardly a courageous fellow, he had no desire to tangle with that motley crew. Contrarily, he wanted no harm to befall Susan. His protective instincts awakened, he launched into a sprint, hunting for some telling sign.
As he bounded down the asphalt, he couldn't help reaping pleasure from the workout. Larry was addicted to exercise. He embarked on each session filled with challenge, driven to outperform previously established records. His battery of strenuous drills melted every dispensable layer of fat from his body. He'd grown wiry from the constant muscle-toning discipline.
Larry was conscious of frequently being under female observation. He enjoyed the scrutiny. Part of his tireless drive stemmed from gaining that kind of recognition. He developed a giant ego as a result. His rigorous conditioning bred vanity. For as long as he could remember, women ogled him. He deliberately reduced his pace when approaching female pedestrians, affording them a savoring glimpse. The Solar Shields he donned afforded him a measure of privacy. He smiled broadly at those starving creatures, letting them feast their eyes on him. He mulled over their thirsty expressions before dashing away.
Despite his penchant for flirting, Larry practiced monogamy. Susan never gave him reason to stray. She fulfilled his every need. His pleasure invariably came first. Her attention to his desires remained unrivaled. If he simply wanted his dick sucked, she happily administered a pair of functional lips. If he had a yen for pussy, Susan's legs automatically parted. Susan was the pick of the crop. He couldn't have fared better for a sex partner.
The sight of undraped flesh attracted his eye. Larry instantly slowed. Dark hair fluttered in the wind. At the sound of his stomping feet, the head turned. Heather, the biker chick, turned. Her large, jutting breasts and pink nipples riveted him. Gulping, he scanned the rest of her. The brown ringlets bordering her cunt lips held him hostage. Her slim thighs opened at his lengthening stare.
"Hi," she said, waving him over.
Larry shyly responded to her invitation. He distrusted women of her persuasion. The leather, attitude and the hint of danger made him wary. Heather promoted all those qualities. Common sense told him to kick up his heels and resume his pursuit of Susan. Better judgment froze him in position.
Setting her feet apart, she lured him with her pussy. She toyed with a deviant curl. Her fingers played over the silky wisps. Heather moaned as she touched herself. Lust smoldered from her eyes. Her dark hair, arranged provocatively around her shoulders, tumbled behind her.
He perceived no threat in joining her. His feet, operating of their own accord, delivered him within an arm's span of that succulent creature. His throat dried as he examined her lush curves. Voluptuous women did not generally secure his ardor. Susan attested to that. Heather, however, proved superior. He was inescapably drawn to her stunning figure.
She digested his unswerving gaze. "You want me, don't you?"
He couldn't dispute that fact. Those huge, rounded breasts beckoned for his suck. He imagined running his tongue around those pink nipples until they prodded his circuitous tip. And that cunt-he hadn't had such an exotic variety. The women he'd bedded in the past were demure and reticent. He initiated the session, he led them from one juncture to the next. Fucking Heather would prove a unique experience.
Larry hesitated. He could acknowledge the erotic possibilities of such an escapade, yet was no fool. He would not allow himself to be led into an ambush. He surveyed the area, wondering if her fellow bikers prepared to subdue him. None of them, however, appeared waiting in the wings. The surrounding foliage fluttered in the breeze, betraying no encroachers.
"They're not here," Heather said, as though reading his mind. "I left them at the lake."
"You ought to get back to them."
Her lips curved. "Why? Am I not safe here with you?"
"They might worry."
She shook her head. "We look after ourselves. We always have, Larry."
"How do you know my name?"
"We eavesdropped on your conversations. Each name was uttered during the course of your meal." She laughed gleefully at his discomfiture. "Don't let it bother you. You've watched us, too. We took no offense. We appreciate a captive audience."
Her candor left him speechless. Larry had never encountered a more direct, outspoken girl. He recalled when the roaring motorcycle engines summoned them, and he saw her with the other girl's thighs draped about her face. They apparently licked each other to orgasm. Two women engaged in the forbidden intrigued him. He found himself wishing he had encountered them before everyone congregated.
"None of us mean you harm," she said. "Please believe that."
"I think we had better stick with our own crowd."
Her eyebrow shot up. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" Ignoring her bare tits, he restricted himself to her bewitching expression. "Should I be?"
Larry realized after a moment, she had him trapped. Heather trailed a finger over his abdomen's vivid network, moving south. She exhibited a feathery style. Her delicacy spawned an emphatic shiver. His stomach muscles quivered as she traced exquisite patterns, precipitating a base urge. "Only if it enhances your pleasure, Larry. You'll learn that our mission is to supply it."
"Don't-"
She arched a brow. "You want me to stop? Don't you like being fondled."
"My girlfriend might see."
"What's wrong with that? You like to watch, don't you?
Sure, you do. It's normal. Everybody wants to spy on his neighbor. I expect your girlfriend is no exception to that rule."
Heather stroked the outline of his cock, which fit tightly inside his jogging shorts. Larry began to swell. He typically did not let other women touch his dick, but Heather's mesmerizing voice lured him into submission. Blood poured relentlessly into his organ, enlarging it. He rocked on his heels, unable to move. That entire region vigorously tingled.
"Yeah," she whispered, "you want it. I can tell." Her fingers whirled over his crotch, stirring every cell. "Let's see how much."
His cock inched across his front, assuming its awesome proportions. Larry balled his fists, powerless to stop its growth. His self-control failed him. Those ticklish patterns canceled his sense of fidelity. He could not protest the charge she supplied.
"That's it," she softly cheered. "I want to see the best part of you. Show me how big it gets."
Heather effortlessly brought him to full extension. She caressed his stiff cock. Ten inches bulged through its tight front. "My God, you're a giant. Look what you've sprouted. Ohhhh. That thing's a monster. Your girlfriend is quite lucky to have that at her disposal." Her nail skimmed its pulsing size. "Such a shame to waste it."
Larry, unable to argue with her logic, trembled.
"I know what you badly need, Larry-and I'm going to give it." She yanked his briefs down until his bulbous head popped free. His cum slit emitted a gooey pearl. She let out a whistle. "Just gazing at it gives me an appetite."
Larry clenched his teeth, then gripped her shoulders. Heather went down on her knees. Her face drifted toward him. Her hot breath fanned over his exposed privates. He exhaled sharply, contemplating the snare of her lips.
She lowered her tongue to his bloated crown. "Last chance. Want me to stop?"
"No," he gasped.
She regarded the enormous cock he extended. "It certainly looks that way." Heather orally encompassed that raging section. "Mmmmm."
"Oh, Christ." Larry's head lolled back as her satin lips enveloped his bulb. His cock lengthened at her doting lashes. Largely distended, her suctioning fervor aggravated him. Heather's velvet suck sabotaged his efforts to desert those saliva-rich lips. He had no choice but to yield to their embrace. "You vixen. You had to take it. Ahhhh. Oh, God." It vanished in her mouth. He threw his head back upon enduring the swirl of her tongue. Ferocious suction followed. He groaned from her assault.
Heather filled her mouth with him, then eased the surplus into her throat. Her lips milked his shaft while her tongue lashed him into oblivion. She paced his pleasure to an assortment of licks and strokes Larry ostensibly fancied. His handsome features twisted when her suck increased.
"Jesus." Larry stuffed himself into her face. Heather arrested his libido. Her bottom lip slithered up and down of the large vein of his cock. Her tongue was furiously serpentine. She traveled all over him, stirring him into a frenzy. He wrenched himself free for a moment, then drove back into that hot vacuum. Her spittle made his skin shine. His exhalations came short and fast. He could no longer object to her hunger. He relished its turmoil. "Ahhhh. Swallow me. Suck that dick."
Heather drew strongly on Larry. Her tongue left him unhinged. She bore down on him, fastening herself to that bone-like mass and pumping him with determination. He throbbed between her lips.
She swept to his sac and caressed him. His balls contained the substance to which she aspired. She thumbed them while slobbering him. Hair prickled her nudging digit. She petted his thighs, gladdened by their abundant sinew.
She lapped his pouch until it trickled. She detected the dash of another woman's saliva. His girlfriend unquestionably had serviced him earlier. Apparently Larry was fond of blow jobs. She gathered that much.
Larry closed his eyes and emptied his mind of all distraction. His temple broke into a sweat. That hot, wet clasp belonged to a stranger-not Susan. He slammed himself into that slick enclosure, hearing his balls slap her chin. Heather's muffled cry followed. He was deaf to it. Rearing back, he removed all but the saliva-soaked head in her mouth, then thrust himself into her throat. He clenched his fists, then seized Heather's head. His fingers branched across her skull. He rammed his thing into her. Heather cheerfully swallowed him. His dick burned as her warmth encased him.
"Suck it," he growled, pounding against those manipulating lips. "Suck it."
Heather's hands streamed over his buttocks. Larry's urgency excited her. She loved the animal inside him. Enthusiastically, she devoured him. Although jammed with cock, she downed him with ease. She crooned while smoothing the backs of his thighs.
Larry studied the flow of those lips as they changed direction. When Heather's cheeks kissed his pubes, he noted the intensity of her stare. She peered at him, unblinking. She concentrated on the vein that ran his length, worming about. Sluggishly, he pumped her face. His heart beat quickened at the sight of himself protruding from those soft, pouting lips.
She was a portrait of ecstasy.
Unbeknownst to Larry, they were being scrutinized.
Wendy panted at Larry's bare buns gyrating in front of Heather. Her intermission from Gerry and Alex couldn't have coincided at a more opportune time. She and Heather had glimpsed that desirable man from the bushes. Both discussed a possible interlude with him. The obstacle of the girlfriend posed a perplexing issue. Neither of them was certain how to hook him.
Heather plainly found a way.
Larry's jogging shorts were yanked well below his crack. The impetuous thrust to Heather's stationed head left little to the imagination. Her friend, kneeling at that stud's feet, leaned forward to take her frenzied nourishment. Larry arched back and fed himself to those voracious lips.
Wendy grew flush as Larry's blow job progressed. Still sore from Alex, she was averse to more cock. She could still feel where his cock had been. Her pussy nonetheless tightened as she observed Larry's limber buttocks. His gasping incoherence delighted her. Heather's lips widened as he leaned forward. Her friend captured his hard dick. His consequent gasp erased any doubt concerning his positive enjoyment.
The longer she glimpsed them, the faster her reluctance waned. Wendy had no reservations about entering their cozy circle. She and Heather exchanged partners at will. Swapping men was usually well-received on both sides. The thrill of new faces, textures and sounds added to the fun.
Wendy's hand grazed Larry's ass. He instantly halted.
"Please, as you were," she murmured. "Don't let me interrupt. I'm just passing through."
Heather's mouth slipped off of him. "Did you come to help or are you going to sit on your ass and watch?"
Wendy scrupulously inspected Larry. His dick stretched magnificently from his lean body. "I haven't decided. How does he taste?"
Heather was like a cat with a dish of cream. "Heavenly. Would you care to try him?"
"Perhaps."
Their casual attitude toward sharing him startled Larry. He wasn't comfortable about being joint property. The prospect of two women working on him, however, was the epitome of male fantasy. Who wouldn't mind having two women at his disposal? He was certainly man enough to handle that horny pair.
He checked out Wendy's body. She was definitely sexy. Her tits were big, her ass nice. Her blonde looks complemented Heather's brunette appeal.
Heather coaxed Wendy into kneeling. She offered Larry without hesitation. "Go ahead. Blow him. We'll take turns deep-throating him." To Larry, she added, "It's been a while since we've had something this exceptional on which to practice."
Wendy let out her tongue and slurped Larry. He gasped at her delicate flicker. She cleaned Heather's bubbly remnants from his cock. Larry's masculine flavor carried through. She revolved around his bulbous head. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. His features tensed. After a moment, he let out a prolonged gasp.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered.
Heather snaked a hand between her legs. Ohhhh. Her finger instantly located her clit. She stroked herself while viewing Larry. His jaw dropped. Muddled words were interspersed with feverish instruction. He dragged his slick cock back and forth, sawing through Wendy's open mouth. She completely took him without incident.
"Suck his dick," Heather breathlessly ordered. "Take him into your throat. Swallow him. Handle his large cock." She pressed her love button, then shivered. Larry's enormous hands cupped the back of Wendy's head and brought her flush to his pummeling groin. Wendy had entirely consumed him. Heather jiggled herself, gyrating her hips. "Milk his cock. Suck him until he explodes in your mouth. I want you to drink his cum. Do it, Wendy. Doit."
Warm juice seeped from Heather's cunt. She trickled onto her rotating digit. Watching Larry receive those frantic lips excited her. A moment earlier, he had buried his pulsing cock in her cheeks. She had smothered that throbbing mass with her lips and tongue. She had drowned his rigid member in her pool of saliva.
"Mmmmm," Wendy moaned while Larry stuffed her face. Her tits pelted his thighs as she gobbled him. His enormousness silenced her. He went down her throat, then came up. He shivered against her sucking lips.
Heather jiggled at her clit. Her massage intensified. Her eyes were fixed on Larry's flexing buns. Wendy's hands floated over them, squeezing and pinching his ass while he hammered away at her mouth.
"Keep using your tongue," Larry gasped, pressing himself to her expression. Her cheeks abutted his balls. "Lick me all over. Oh, yeah. like that."
Heather tapped her shoulder. "I want it back. You've sucked him long enough."
Wendy, dazed, eased him from her throat. Her lips released that big dick. She seemed sorry to surrender it. Larry swung it over to Heather. He dripped with foamy spit.
Heather smiled. "We'll trade him. First my mouth, then yours."
Larry watched as Heather surrounded his cock with her hands, then gave him a lingering slurp. Christ. Those exhausting jolts had bombarded his system. He wasn't sure he could survive another bout with that snake-like tip. It was difficult getting transferred from one mouth to the other while keeping his wits intact. Before he could recover from one cycle of licks, he received more from a fresh perspective. To his delight, she varied her style. She was wonderfully unpredictable.
Heather's lips slithered over his cockhead. She immediately encompassed his rim. Her hot drool replaced the coating dispensed by Wendy. Up and down those lips rubbed, making him rock-solid. She took him in varying increments, employing a roving tip.
Wendy caressed his thighs during Heather's suck. She skimmed his pronounced sinew, then traveled to his muscular calves.
Larry's chest expanded and contracted in relation to the mouthfuls Heather took of him. He watched those lips on his cock, nibbling him in sections, until it disappeared. She lavished him with spittle, running her tongue from one side to the other, then circled the head.
Heather's pupils studied him while she filled herself with his shaft. She conveyed mischief and enjoyment as she pulled him into a tight suck. A flash of tongue was seen, then felt as it cycled about his head. He withheld a groan as she swathed his skin with tingling saliva.
Larry quivered from her intake. "Whew. That feels so good."
Heather moaned dreamily while she crammed more of Larry between her lips. His cock throbbed against her swirling tongue. She massaged the bottom portion of his shaft while swooping over the heavy bulb. A strong, eager suck was applied on the downstroke of her head. She lightly whipped that solid mass before soaring to the top.
"He loves that," Wendy remarked. "Look how stiff you made it."
"Mmmmm," Heather slobbered him.
Wendy squeezed Larry's ass while he was inside Heather's mouth. "Oh, yeah, baby. It feels so good, you don't want it to stop."
Larry concurred. Those lips were truly talented. They knew when to drop and twist, then climb to the crest. They exercised irrefutable skill. Ahhhh. The feeling was spectacular.
Wendy's yearning to taste him again propelled her to his balls. He gasped as she lapped his tender flesh. His sac received a frothy layer.
Larry struggled to replenish the oxygen in his lungs. He endured their vigorous slurps. Two tongues exceeded anything he previously enjoyed. "That's beautiful. Ahhhh. Keep me wet, girls." Leaning forward, his cock settled into her face. Wendy took immense joy in wolfing him. Her lips rippled over the taut skin and veins, followed by streaming saliva. She clasped his inner thighs, savoring their firmness, then fashioned her hands around his balls. Wendy, unwilling to be displaced, continued to tongue his pouch. His erect cock stood higher, now that she angled it. Her lips , completed their sloppy descent. Grabbing his broad base, she took him in a hungry growl.
"Uhhhh," Larry hoarsely groaned. The rush was mind-blowing.
Heather dislodged herself from his root. His juicy dick popped out of her mouth. "That almost got him off. I could feel it."
"Don't be a hog," Wendy complained. "You always want to suck them to climax."
Heather stroked his ass while addressing Wendy. "You're certain to receive a mouthful of jism now. He's at the brink. It won't take much."
Wendy admired his far-reaching shaft. "Yeah. I want to make it explode."
Although their alternate sucks dazed him, Larry relished their gluttonous behavior. He understood their appetite for his big dick. Its size warranted their attention.
He cupped the top of Wendy's head. "All right. If you're planning to do that, get started. Don't neglect it. Open up. I want to stay moist."
Wendy licked the head, then slashed his length with bubbly spit. "Do you like that?"
Her slurp disarmed him. Larry's features tensed. "I love everything you girls have done."
Wendy inhaled his whole cock after receiving a few insistent taps of his fingers. She sucked strongly, feeling him shift on his heels at the pressure of her lips. His pulsations drove her mad. She distributed bubbly warmth by weaving her enclosing mouth up and down his shaft. Her clasp was tight and satisfying.
"Wow. She really went for it," Heather declared. "Look at her suck."
"Jesus," Larry gasped, his head veering back. His eyes glazed over. Those sensations were widespread, roaring through his system. Wendy had oral satisfaction down cold. The pattern she yielded drove him wild. "Oh, yeah, baby. Swallow me. Eat it. Take me down your throat. Let me fill your face with cock."
Wendy's lips came down on him, tenderly gnashing his dick. Ravenously, she snapped him up, encouraging the palpitations he developed. Drooling over his cock, she lashed its sides. She administered a whirlpool of ecstasy to the rotund head.
"You've had him long enough," Heather prompted. "I want to suck him for a while."
Detaching her mouth, Wendy began lapping his balls once again. That bag of flesh obtained its hot application. She stroked him thoroughly, driven by his guttural response. Larry's tremors related his blissful agony. She redoubled her lapping efforts over sections where his shaking was most prevalent.
Heather secured her lips to him. Advancing upon her at a slope, Larry fucked that slick ring. He anchored his balls to that trembling mouth, then gradually withdrew. A flurry of stars twinkled around him. Christ, it felt so good to dip into that sweet vortex.
The girls fell in stride with Larry's euphoria.
"Lick my balls, Wendy. Yeah. That feels excellent. Wiggle your tongue all over them. Get them wet. Oh, yeah. Rub your mouth up and down them. Jesus. Oh, baby, I really love that." To Heather, he instructed, "Wrap your lips as tightly as possible. Suck me hard. Up and down, like that. Whew. You sure love cock, don't you? Your lips keep telling me over and over again."
Heather's lips carefully stroked him. Wendy lashed his balls with tingling spit. The lure of orgasm compelled him. The culmination of those licks and sucks made the cum boil inside him.
"I'm going to cum," he said, tearing away from them. Both Heather and Wendy poised themselves for a shower. Grabbing his cock, he jerked it in their faces. Their saliva greased his fist. His dick slipped through his shaking clench. "I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah."
"Do it," Wendy panted, jiggling herself. Her fingers circled her clit. "Jizz on us."
"Yeah," Heather coaxed, shivering. She lifted her tits in offering. "Sprinkle it all over us."
Perspiration dribbled from his brow. Larry centered upon them while manipulating himself. Nipples, dripping with sweat, possessed him. The fingers revolving around Wendy's love button agitated him another notch. Their delirious expressions were largely responsible for unleashing the madness in his loins.
"Yeah," he howled, shooting. His dick jerked in his fist while he spurted. His ejaculate landed on their cheeks, chins and nipples. The girls squealed for more. Larry hoarsely supplied them a series of copious squirts. "Arghh. Arghh. Ughhh."
"Ohhhh," Heather sobbed, mixing his cum into the pink borders of her nipples. His spent jism sizzled on her skin. "Oh, yeah, baby. Give us all you have."
Wendy spread an ample amount over her clit. His hot goo made her clit tingle. "Ohhhh."
Larry slumped against the tree, wiping his temple. He fought to reclaim his senses. During that moment, he noticed Susan several feet away, staring at him. Her dark eyes flashed at him, her lips parting. Her sudden presence immediately sobered him. Though enfeebled by orgasm, he yanked up his shorts.
"Where do you think you 're going?" Heather asked.
"You can't leave now," Wendy chimed. "The fun has just started."
Larry glanced in the area he had spotted Susan. He saw no sign of her. He sighed. Was it an illusion-a stab of conscience, reprimanding him for his infraction? He had no way of knowing for sure.
Wendy dragged down his shorts. His cock swung through the air, partially hard. "You're going to fuck both of us, baby."
"I can't," he muttered, scanning the premises. Susan remained invisible.
"Oh, yes, you will," Heather teased. "We're going to make you stiff again so you can get in our pussies."
"Don't you want that, baby?" Wendy asked, massaging him. "You can switch at will. First my cunt, then Heather's."
Heather licked his cockhead. The last drop of his excitement dissolved on her tongue. "Are you man enough to make us cum? Hmmm? Have you ever done two women at the same time?"
Larry blinked. Susan must have been a hallucination. The bushes did not sway where he originally ascertained her presence. Gradually he relaxed. Wendy's relentless grip on him caused his dick to stretch. "I've always enjoyed a good challenge."
Wendy tugged on him. "We're going to give you plenty of them in the next few hours.. . . "
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I don't understand her," Joe spat. He deemed it impossible to keep his anger silent. Brittany went much too far. He didn't blame Mike. Brittany very-likely trapped him with her female wiles. "She's in a destructive mode."
Susan mutely resided over his tantrum. She contributed no sympathy. Words of commiseration did not come. She merely watched him pace back and forth, agonizing over his situation. "She thinks she's punishing me," he ranted. "I've determined that. How far she intends to take this insanity is anyone's guess. I don't know what I ever saw in her. She hasn't a shred of decency." Joe stopped and considered Susan's stoical mien. A moment earlier, she confided her observations of moments before. Larry's infidelity summoned a wave of fresh hostility. Susan's troubles were akin to his own. "I apologize. I've gone on about my problems, while you have yours. Larry has similarly gone astray."
"Please sit and unwind, Joe," she said, clearing her throat. "You've worked yourself into a lather."
"I suppose I have." Accepting her suggestion, he occupied the spot beside her. "This trip has worn me out, and we haven't even got through a single day. There are four others ahead for those with a stout heart."
"There's no point in staying bitter. Brittany made her choice. She has to stand behind itfor better or worse."
"You're fairly calm for a woman who caught her boyfriend with two women."
She shrugged. "Larry will have to live with that on his conscience."
"Surely, you plan to dump him."
"I haven't reached a decision."
Joe looked at her carefully. Susan's reaction to Larry's transgression puzzled him. He expected tears and hysteria, but noted dead sobriety. Perhaps she had entered an advanced state of shock, or was in denial. In either case, he anticipated her wrath. Her mind seemed polluted by emotional debris. "Doesn't it matter?"
She retained her cool. "To a degree. It's also been illuminating. We have selected ill-suited partners. Brittany was not your ideal match, nor Larry mine."
The wreckage that cluttered his mind began to clear. Her words struck a resounding note. "Are you implying-"
She nodded. Without elaborating, she set her hand on his thigh. Her fingers roamed its muscular contours.
Joe judged Susan's approach unusually bold. He didn't recognize the gleam in her eye until that moment. Having grown accustomed to her subdued nature, she took him off guard. She grazed his sinew, seductively dragging her fingertips. Their destination was plain.
"Is this revenge?" he inquired. "Are you doing this to even the score?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You've known to some extent of my infatuation. It can't come as a surprise."
He trembled as she danced across his susceptible flesh. "It has."
"Then you were blind. I've wanted you for the past year-desperately and beyond measure."
"I'm flattered, but it's impossible. Despite what Brittany has done, I can't modify my standards. I doubt you can, either."
"You make it sound as though I've been an open book," she spoke softly, "and you've memorized my most intimate passages."
Joe swallowed. He empathized with her yearning, yet tried to diffuse it before they did something regrettable. Brittany drifted toward his crotch. Though he prided himself on his excellent self-control, Susan challenged that arena. Her pleasurable caress increased the odds of his falling from grace. A man had his limits; Joe was in danger of prematurely reaching them.
He went back to square one. Grabbing her wrist, he thwarted her from achieving her goal. Peering into those dark eyes, he attempted to shift direction. "We've been friends a long time, Susan. We're familiar with each other's habits, preferences-even families. Casting that aside would be sacrilege."
"I don't care," Susan insisted, wriggling out of his grasp. Her fingers dropped over his muscular thigh. "I've given it extensive thought. This didn't simply pop into my head. It's dwelled there for some time. Don't reject me, Joe. Please. I've had you as a friend. Now I need you as a man."
Joe felt the vibrations of lust permeate every cell in his body. They were irreversible, spreading rampantly through his system.
"Susan, don't-" The thrill of her touch thickened his voice. He was afraid of sprouting a hard-on. Growing out of his athletic shorts was not a condition he wished Susan to observe.
Susan watched him succumb to her delicate rotations. Anxiety pinched his handsome face. He kept glancing down at himself as though trying to mentally restrict his growth. The fire in his pupils dimmed behind his glasses. His struggle made her horny. Her pussy furiously tightened. Her center churned with excitement. Hot juice spilled from her cunt. Her nipples made tent formations under her T-shirt.
"Don't fight it, Joe," she whispered.
"We can't," he groaned as his cock began to enlarge. Susan's touch was pure silk. No matter how he tried, he couldn't ignore the drumming of his hormones. "This is wrong."
"Not if we both agree on it."
He had a notion to slap away her hand, if only to disrupt the electrical current. Hurting her was far from his intention. Recapturing his will power, however, was imperative. His dick rebelliously burgeoned. There was no obstructing the flow of blood into his organ. Susan employed a touch he couldn't neglect. "Oh. God," he uttered, yielding to that tingling rush.
Susan panted at the swell of his cock. His manhood assumed its stimulating shape,, eclipsing the front of his shorts. "Oh, Joe. It's so big." She stared at that dick and felt her hunger climb. Joe's equipment was every bit as beautiful as she envisioned. She made no comparison to Larry. Its rigid condition, she viewed, stemmed from his smoldering desire.
"I want it."
She placed her hand over the outline of his cock and gave it a reassuring caress. Without delay, Joe jerked. He swallowed roughly as she petted his bulging mass. She yearned to milk that monstrosity, draining it of its every creamy drop.
Joe's heart pounded madly in his chest. A more bewitching personality displaced Susan's timorous manner. The introduction of that character intrigued him. Despite his protestations, he no longer wished her to remove her hand. Her beguiling stroke sustained his electrified twitch.
Trees swaying in the wind and birds chirping overheard served as background noise.
She dipped into his shorts and clasped his erection. He pulsated in her grip. Her lips curved as she ran up and down that manly stretch, familiarizing herself with that unseen part of Joe. She savored that revelation. All the nights she lay awake, wondering if her yen for him would ever be consummated, and now, she was at that juncture.
She yanked up her T-shirt, exposing ripe, naked flesh. Essentially flat-chested, she boasted eraser-thick nipples. Her lean frame enhanced her appeal. Her dark eyes twinkled at him. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, beckoning him. Her sensuality mesmerized him.
Susan saw how Joe hungered for her bare nipples. Promptly, she lowered them to his mouth. His lips closed over one, then exerted a mind-numbing suck. Ohhhh. He teethed and tongued it until she felt the blood ebb from her face. His oral worship exhilarated her.
She clasped his shoulders, then climbed onto him. Her tits were delivered to his extended tongue. He leisurely licked each nub.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, reveling in Joe's slobbering embrace. "Suck them. Suck my nipples. I want them in your mouth, Joe."
Joe obeyed. He drew on them, using his teeth for an added thrill. She rotated them to his satisfaction, ensuring that they received his ticklish application. After a moment, he squeezed those tits. Susan's velvety skin afforded him a tremendous high. Running his hands up and down her luxurious body, he couldn't obtain his fill of it.
While Joe encompassed her boobs and lashed her erect ends, Susan divested herself of her shorts. They slipped smoothly from her luscious thighs. She disposed of them with abandon. A pair of French-cut panties sheltered her hot pussy. She had donned them specifically for Joe. They scarcely covered her dark wisps.
Joe's features clouded. He wanted to see her cunt. Unable to restrain himself, he hooked the silk edge of her undies and yanked them down. Those brown ringlets burst from their hiding place. Woman dew stuck to some of the curls. "Jesus," he muttered before exhaling.
Relishing his tortured look, Susan turned up the heat full flame. She separated her pink folds. The layers of cunt glistened with juice and produced wet sounds. "Do you understand what happens to me when I'm near you? Is this sufficient evidence?"
Joe's dark pupils were fixed on that juicy snatch. Dispossessed of his conscience, his body functioned on its own. He clutched her ass, enjoying its moldability. From the way she writhed in his grasp, he detected her willingness to please him.
Susan enveloped his hands. She marveled at their size in relation to hers. Joe's were much larger and seemingly wielded power. His fingers were long and thick, indicative of his manly appendage. With calculation, she steered them to her pussy.
Joe swallowed hard. His heart pounded. He watched his middle finger go into her cunt. She moaned as he penetrated her. He wriggled about in that clenching squish. Juice trickled from his probe.
Susan bit her bottom lip. Her hips snapped, spurred into motion. "Pump me," she whim- pered. "Oh, yes. Go deep."
He plunged into her hot loins, supplying her the friction she craved. It amazed him how greatly she enjoyed it. She squealed in delight-a departure from her normal demeanor. He sank home, listening to the spongy penetration.
He finger-fucked her until Susan pulled back. His digit exited with a pucker, carrying her perfumed moisture. She brought it to his mouth. "Go ahead," she murmured. "Taste my desire."
Joe licked her tangy essence from his finger. Susan tasted like strawberry. He cleaned every drop that adhered to his skin.
She grabbed his tall-standing cock. Her small hand couldn't entirely enfold him. He sawed through her fist as though simulating fucking. The oils in her palm and the sweat from his body paved the way. The urgency coursing through him was distinguishable.
"Do you still maintain this is wrong?" she whispered.
Joe voiced no opinion. He merely watched himself glide in and out of her grasp. Though his dick was cumbersome, those small fingers did a commendable job stimulating him.
Susan lifted herself. Joe's bulbous head was pressed into her slick folds.
Joe grunted at the snug seal of her cunt lips. Susan, too, evoked a cry while fitting him into that narrow gap. "Oh, Christ," he muttered. "Ahhhh." Her juicy clamp exhilarated him.
Slowly, Susan sank on him. Her eyes centered on Joe while he filled her pussy. Ohhhh. She welcomed that hard, cramming sensation. His cock plowed through her warm, wet hole. Involuntarily, she shrank around that rigid dick. Her cunt lips locked about him. Her happiness was too vast to check. She became zealous at his burrowing introduction.
Both of them moaned while his shaft found its way to the bottom. The various sounds of nature could not compete with their hoarse cries.
Joe's heart raced, then pounded with a fierce beat. The thought of Susan sitting on his cock was too sizzling to endure. She placed him in a vise. The walls of her snatch practically crushed him-yet he worked himself into that precious space. That tapering gap invariably yielded to his push and allowed him to complete his delivery. Those greasy lips planted a sloppy kiss on his balls. Her cunt walls molded themselves to his dick. Their embrace forwarded his gasp.
Due to her diminutiveness, Susan was incredibly tight. She exerted a heavenly influence on his bloated member. Strangely, she enabled his absorption, but not without some teeth-gnashing.
Susan's fingers plunged into Joe's shoulders while completing her descent. She moaned, jamming herself down on that hard, splitting cock. His immense width stole her breath. Larry might have been a tad longer, but wasn't as wide. Greedily, she smashed Joe into her pussy. His entire shaft was embedded in her sappy cunt. Total relief engulfed her. She beamed at Joe, who seemed not only dazed from her swift impalement, but her abandoned ride as well. Joe appeared as though burying himself between her legs was every bit as taxing as it had been for her.
"You see," she said, after regaining her composure. "We both wanted it. Those wet sounds don't lie. They confirm our underlying passion."
"I did want you, Susan," he blurted. "I was just afraid to admit it aloud."
"Surrender to it, Joe. Tonight is ours. We're entitled to some happiness, too." She lifted and dropped herself, feeling her cunt lips pucker him. "Ohhhh. It feels so good to fuck you, Joe. You have no idea how long I've waited to enjoy you this way."
Joe gasped at the exquisite friction. Susan had wrapped herself securely to his dick. His skin bunched and pulled as she stroked him. Ahhhh. He enclosed her squirming butt cheeks and pinched them. The urge to cum was strong.
He quickly dismissed the impulse. He wasn't about to explode after twenty seconds of being inside that delightful cunt. He wanted to build Susan's pleasure to a gratifying conclusion. Calling upon his inner resources, he geared himself for high performance.
Those luscious nipples rose and fell before him while she took flight on his stiff cock. He groaned, stuffing himself into her snatch. It was nice to know that pussy stayed right there, ready to take him after his next push. He loved its hot, squishy fit. Gathering her shapely buttocks in his hands, he dragged her down and ground her to the wide bottom of his cock.
"Oh, Joe," Susan panted, riding him in luxury. Her fingers traveled through the thicket on his chest. His heart pounded heavily below her roaming palm. Totally aroused, she employed base terms-those she had been hesitant to use when with Larry. Joe set free that capricious soul trapped within her body. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Stick your whole cock in my pussy. I want to feel all there is packed inside me."
Joe couldn't help loving every minute of it. The thrill of being sexually overpowered by someone of Susan's timidity was partial explanation. Her beautiful face was a study of ecstasy. She genuinely loved covering him with her slippery folds. He lay back, savoring the press of those slick walls. Her pussy noisily sucked his cock.
Susan came after several moments of sliding up and down his shaft. Feeling that incredible thing moving through her cunt overheated her in a flash. Urging Joe with her pressing fingers, she let the anguish pour from her lungs.
"Ohhhh," she wailed, thrashing in splendor. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Joe clenched his teeth during her convulsion. Her digging fingernails hadn't impacted his senses-it was the ardent hug of her pussy. He withstood its fury while peering into those dark pupils. He witnessed a blaze, then the fading of her joy. Gripping her hips, he pushed himself higher into her orgasm-ridden cunt. He relished being inside her while she climaxed. She squeezed every inch of him with her frenzied snatch.
Susan recovered, only to resume her unrestrained gallop. "I've got to have more of you, Joe. Oh, yes." Her pussy completely encased him. She rocked on his lap, causing his balls to slap her ass. Joe had worked up a decent sweat when she glimpsed him; their fucking left him soaked. Straddling his slick flesh was a definite turn-on.
Joe couldn't remain on his back another second. He craved greater control. Cupping her buttocks with one hand, he eased her onto the ground. He managed to accomplish their change in position without leaving her pussy.
Susan was elated to have him on top. Gladly, she relinquished her post. Boosting her legs, she rested her ankles on his shoulders. She looked across her sweat-splattered body and saw Joe protrude from her cunt. His mouth came down and covered her lips. Heatedly, she responded. She offered her tongue and was given his. Just as they locked, Joe sent his cock to the lowest point of her pussy. Susan whimpered, accepting his tunneling gift. Back and forth he went, ramming her with that thing. She moved her tongue wildly through his mouth, savoring his manly taste.
Joe lifted his mouth when his need for fresh air became vital. He observed Susan's contortions as he stuck himself deeply into her cunt, then dragged himself back. Susan's pleasure became obvious. She clearly enjoyed getting fucked. Given her extended gasps, he solely credited himself for her transport.
Susan ran her hands over Joe's biceps and brawny forearms. Their furry cover added to her titillation. Joe's heavy matting scraped her nipples; they got tangled while he hugged himself to her feverish body. Submitting to that minor irritation was but a small sacrifice when her satisfaction only increased.
Resting his full weight on his elbows and knees, Joe began to give Susan the pumping for which she petitioned. She reflected joy as he plowed into that warm snatch. She received those hard thrusts with a dreamy smile. As Joe's strokes intensified, Susan's face rolled from side to side, looking thoroughly glutted.
He watched her as long as he could before that awesome crest swept over him. He closed his eyes and groaned as he smacked into that hot, receptive cunt. Each jab was given her moist stamp.
"Ohhhh," he heard Susan sob.
Susan deliriously clung to him. She shook from his lunge and the sweet strokes he fed her. His hard dick charged into her cunt, while her ass took a spanking from those balls. He had her wet and wide open. She fucked back with all she had, loving him for providing her the ultimate rush.
"More," she wept. His dick stroked her delicate center. She moaned from the friction. "More. Don't stop. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes. I want to remember that you were actually inside me."
Joe was responsive to that need. Smothered in that quivering hole, he gasped. Jesus. His balls ached to spill his cum. He wasn't sure if Susan wanted him to shoot in her pussy or stomach.
Faster and faster he plunged, driven by urgency. As that familiar feeling warmed his groin, Susan pulled him to her fever-ridden body.
Susan's fulfillment ran parallel to his. Having that big cock slamming into her at a steady pace precipitated her second seizure. She secured her arms around him and spasmed.
"Oh, my God," she moaned. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Cum in me now. Oh, yes. Cum in me now."
Joe sliced into that hot pussy several more times before he spurted. The jism gushed from his cock like lava. A harsh cry erupted from the base of his throat, wrenched by his spasms. His orgasm's intensity was unprecedented. By far, Susan had given him the best sex he ever had.
"Arghh," he bellowed. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Susan's lips curved as she experienced his inundation. He discharged heavily into her pussy. Hot, sticky goo seeped around his embedded cock and began dripping down her inner thighs.
Joe was flush and drained when he pulled out and rolled onto his back. The two of them huffed and puffed, trying to collect their senses. Both shuddered with orgasm.
Susan was still disoriented when Joe claimed her hand. His firm clasp, unexpected but gratifying, confirmed an abiding need for her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The campers returned to their site at dusk, each bearing a secret. None felt compelled to reveal what occurred that afternoon. For some, it was magic; the rest harbored guilt.
Brittany consciously ignored Joe. Their estrangement hadn't scarred her. She had no use for him-not when there were so many others from which to choose. Even the bikers weren't ruled out. Those strapping, muscular brutes impressed her. She could only imagine the possibilities.
Mike stared glumly at the fire. Coexisting in the same spot with Brittany and Joe sobered him to the realities of that lazy afternoon. He was torn between wanting to pledge his undying affection to Brittany and patching things up with Joe. He felt utterly miserable.
Larry lapsed into an erotic reverie of himself with those biker babes. They practically wore him out, yet he managed to satisfy them. They did things he wouldn't dream of asking Susan.
She would never consent to such kinkiness. An ethical girl, Susan would never accept that kind of orientation-even if it pleased him.
Larry had manufactured an alibi to explain his disappearance by the time he returned to their tent. His sexual adventures detained him for several hours. Strangely enough, Susan requested no such accounting. He found her unusually content, reading a book. She seemed changed-almost sensuous. To his relief, she made no overtures that he would have had to oblige. The women drained him. There wasn't a drop left to give until nightfall.
Susan contained her bliss. Joe granted her wish-and she couldn't have been happier. He was sensational, from start to finish. Her body hummed with delight. Treasuring Joe's gift, she nurtured a powerful affection that bordered on love. Perhaps one day, her feelings would run concurrent with his. Almost forgetting they were on public display, she almost stroked her pussy.
She deliberately withheld the details from Larry. He would learn soon enough when he found her sleeping bag empty that evening.
Joe, oblivious to Susan's euphoria, could not stanch the ache Brittany caused. She was truly merciless-stringing poor Mike along while she lowered her meathooks into Larry. Susan's motives were transparent. He caught her innuendoes, her meaningful glances, her tinkling laughter. She-likely had Larry lined up for a rendezvous with her hot pussy.
Brittany tired of Joe's visible hostility. He took every chance to frown at her. She had to get away before he succeeded in spoiling her mood. "I'm going for a stroll."
"Would you like some company?" Mike offered.
She regarded Mike with his plain looks and hunky frame. Briefly, she recounted her splendor in those brawny arms. Though tempted to relive those ecstatic moments, she elected to take a pass. Mike was a completed project. Larry, she decided, was next on her agenda. She'd flirted outrageously with him through dinner. Larry had "come to bed" eyes and a body that raced her pulse.
"Thanks, Mike, but I'd rather go it alone."
Mike leveled puppy dog eyes at her. He mutely accepted her decision.
Brittany took along a flashlight. She planned a short hike-nothing too taxing, but adequate in speeding digestion.
There were more profitable ways of working off the calories, she silently clucked.
She had given Larry ample incentive to follow. If he planned to nab the bait-as she predicted-her little jaunt in the forest would prematurely end. She had no compunctions about taking him from Susan. Larry was wanted only once-purely for experimentation. She had no further designs on him.
During her walk, she heard the snap of twigs. Larry wasn't far behind. The hints she dropped had been successfully conveyed. Larry obviously hungered for her.
She gave chase, only to add spice to the occasion. Tendering her resignation without a hitch wasn't her style. She savored a hot pursuit.
A hand went down on her shoulder, exhibiting strength. She feigned alarm, then spun around. The face she encountered was totally unexpected.
"Traveling solo?" Gerry, the biker, asked.
Someone struck a match several feet ahead. Brittany instantly recognized Alex, his buddy. He lit a cigarette and casually took a puff. "Aren't you afraid of wild animals?" he piped.
Brittany composed herself. "Only those with claws and fangs."
"We bite," Gerry teased.
"I'll bet you do," she murmured. While setting her sights on Larry, she had discounted their leather-clad visitors. Brittany thought them sexy. The combination of muscle and attitude aroused her. "What were you two doing? Taking a leak, perhaps?"
"Do you like to watch men pee?" Gerry asked. "We'll whip it out and give you a show."
"There are more useful things to do with it," she softly spoke. Being accosted by those two did not bring fear. Brittany longed for the rough sex they promised.
Gerry wore a leather vest without a shirt. A veritable forest populated his chest. The tattoos on his arms-skulls, hearts and other symbols indicative of a biker-adorned his upper arms. His long, brown hair was tied in a ponytail.
Alex, similarly attired, carried the rustic scent of leather. His biceps and pecs rippled with power. His skintight jeans revealed muscular thighs. His loose blond hair resembled a lion's mane.
"You men look as though you haven't been fed in a while," she purred. Hunger was etched in their faces. "You could do with a good meal."
"Are you up to taking both of us on?" Alex asked.
Brittany snuggled up closer to Gerry's sturdy form. Something began building inside his jeans. She traced a nail over the steepled shape and detected a furious pulse. "I can handle it."
Gerry liked the press of Brittany's tits. His temperature rose commensurately with his heartbeat. A guttural craving warmed his crotch. Brittany ignited his passion. His fuse became lit and rapidly traveled through his system.
Alex took her flashlight and secured it to the branch overhead. Its beam of light poured down upon them, furnishing adequate illumination. Gerry and Brittany bathed in its bright circle.
"Yeah," Alex muttered, taking note, "she wants it. Look how horny she is. Her man apparently hasn't been satisfying her."
"She came to the right place," Gerry said. He cupped the top of Brittany's head and prompted her to kneel. "We'll give you everything you need, baby-plus."
Brittany sank into position. After exhaling slowly and heating his stomach with her eager breath, she unzipped him. Gerry had foregone underwear. The purple head of his cock peered at her. His thing was plastered against a wiry nest of brown pubes. Without touching it, she leaned close and moistened it with her tongue.
"Jesus," Gerry gasped, his stomach muscles inverting. He leaned against a tree and displayed enthusiasm to receive more.
Brittany felt the whisk of hands and removal of her bikini bottoms. Alex, dropping to his knees, enclosed her buns and exerted a stimulating grip. He inhaled her womanly vapors while yanking that skimpy thing over her hips. When his nose and lips grazed her sensitive mound, she shuddered.
"You taste sweet, baby," Alex remarked. "Mmmmm." He took refuge between her legs. His tongue slithered over her pink folds.
"Ohhhh," Brittany moaned. His tip dipped into her pussy and slowly circled into inner warmth. He cleaned the seepage that oozed from her sodden core.
Letting his pants fall to the ground, Gerry stepped out of them. His cock swung wildly, slapping his thigh. Long, with an appetizing curve, he waved quite a mouthful before her face.
"Show me what you can do with something like that," he said in a low, husky voice.
Brittany gingerly tongued the jutting lip of his helmet. His manly flavor rinsed her palate. She inhaled the sweat on his balls. She lashed him again, lingering on his shaft. Foamy spit trailed her wriggling tip.
"Oh, yeah," Gerry groaned, thrusting himself at those sensual lips. "Take it. Make me juicy. Wipe those warm, wet lips all over it."
Her lips widened to capture his cockhead. Brittany sucked ferociously on that end, exercising her oral skills. She mouthed the trapped section while her tongue tackled the heavy vein. She licked him until his head tilted back and he let out a prolonged gasp.
"Ahhhh," Gerry exclaimed, loving the persistence of her bottom lip. Brittany slurped him to great effect. He squirmed beneath her hot flicker. "Oh, yeah. Keep doing that. More."
Alex gazed between Brittany's undulating thighs. Her tits pitched from side to side. Beyond their rigid tips, he saw her mouth running up and down Gerry's straight cock. Alex bulged inside his tattered jeans. His cock ached for the relief Brittany could easily provide.
Her fur-lined pussy awaited his consumption. He let out his tongue and divided her succulent folds. The second he eased it into her drenched center, Brittany wailed. He lashed those fragrant membranes in unbroken waves. Her honey leakage dribbled onto his tongue. He delved more thoroughly into that orifice, indulging his thirst. Dividing those thick flaps, he scoured that snatch for more of her sugary treat.
Brittany arched her back as Alex devoured her. "Ohhhh. That feels excellent. Oh, yeah. Fuck me with that tongue. Drink from my pussy."
Gerry cupped her head and returned her mouth to his dripping cock. He gasped as she refastened her lips. Fiercely excited, he elevated himself to meeting that gobbling receptacle. Her oral heat traveled right down to his balls. He gave himself over to her tight suck. Brittany resisted taking his full length.
Either he was too much for her, or she was saving that thrill for later. Unwilling to wait, Gerry tried again. He pushed more cock into her mouth. The plump bulb edged into her warmth, but Brittany mischievously foiled his progress with a backward retreat.
"Swallow me, baby," he gasped, dragging her face to him. "Take me down your throat."
Brittany slipped out of his clutches and concentrated on his balls instead. Every man loved having them licked. Gerry, she assumed, was no exception.
Her tip curled around each of those orbs flecked with hair. She lapped them tenderly. She synchronized her slurps to his noisy exhalations. His masculine oils were prevalent in that area. She washed that delicate pouch with her sizzling drool.
"Jesus," Gerry groaned as moisture developed on his balls. His dick stood high, hard as brick. Her delicate rotations excited him.
Alex's slobbering worship of her cunt flesh carried an equal jolt. He bathed her pink folds in hot saliva. Brittany oozed into his mouth. She ground herself to his face until her tangy juices flowed. He drank abundantly from that copious pocket, rolled over her enlarged clit. Brittany immediately jerked in his grasp. Alex bore down, giving her frantic contact.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, contorting. Alex's expert tip plucked the wind from her. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Alex made her thrash as he whipped her hard button. He hooked his tongue around that palpitating bud, then streaked across it. His long blond hair whipped at her crotch. His warm breath left her shaking.
"Yes, baby," Brittany panted. "Oh, yes."
Brittany's response stirred his blood. He wanted to turn her on. He loved watching her shapely ass rock with each riling stroke. When it seemed she couldn't digest another inflaming slurp, he crammed his tongue into that sopping hole. He speared her glistening flesh, then sponged her tasty drippage.
Gerry watched Brittany's pupils curve into her whites while Alex ate her. Her nipples became pointed, extending painfully toward him. Cradling her head in his hands, he steered her back to the knob of his cock. He wanted to get back inside that sweet, baking splendor. "Open up," he muttered, guiding it into those sensuous lips. "Suck it, baby. Come on."
Fatigued by those depleting strokes, Brittany nearly swooned. Once the feeling passed, she obliged Gerry. Her mouth swooped over that hard, velvety head. Framing his balls with her hand, she aligned him for maximum consumption. Her lips tugged at the skin, bunching and stretching it during each pass. While sucking steadily on that delicious cock, she watched Gerry's features snarl.
"That's it, baby," he gasped, pushing himself inside that saliva-rich cavity. "Fuck me with those hot lips. Wrap me tightly with them, baby. Ahhhh. That's it. Suck me hard. I can feel how much they love me."
Brittany detected his response. He pulsed madly in her slick embrace. Easing her rigid stance, she allowed him entrance to her throat. She learned of his jittery excitement when enclosing his thick trunk.
"Ahhhh," he groaned, leaning into her face so that she would completely take him. "Deep-throat me, baby. Deep-throat my fucking cock."
From behind, Alex had reached the boiling point. Seeing his buddy get head was unbearable. Gerry's balls rested on Brittany's chin, for crissake. He yanked down his pants and primed his cock with his fist. Alex wanted very much to make Brittany cum. He couldn't wait for his cock to kiss her juicy snatch.
Positioning himself from behind, he gravitated to that soaked hole. Her cunt looked nice and warm. He pressed his bulbous head into those well-lapped folds. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're tight. Ahhhh. You're crushing me." He continued to work himself into her snug pussy.
Brittany whimpered while he buried it. Too full of Gerry, she could not utter more than a stifled moan. His dick smothered her heated cries.
Alex clutched her quivering mound and dragged it toward him. He sliced through that hot squish with a grunt, penetrating its compact layers. "Oh, yeah. Bring that pussy to me. Oh, yeah. Let me sink my cock into it." He threw his head back while driving it home. His long blond hair became disheveled after several pumps.
Brittany caressed Alex's study forearms. She felt tremors beneath those large, manly hands. He clamped her sodden cunt and dragged it flush with his crotch. His cock rammed into her soaked hole.
"Ohhhh," Brittany sobbed, enjoying that plugged feeling. "Ohhhh."
Alex savored the spot into which he descended. Slowly, he withdrew. He almost reached the point of slipping out before his dick went right back into that grabbing cunt. Brittany's heat permeated his embedded flesh.
"Take it, baby," he grunted, grinding that tight cunthole. Her thriving heat spread through his midsection. "Take it."
Gerry observed Alex's ecstasy through narrowed slits. Brittany brought her mouth down over his throbbing cock, licking the sides.
Foam escaped from the corners of her mouth. Her red hair was fanned across his lap, occasionally whipped to the side to afford him a view of her occupied mouth. Again, he rose in that mouth, fitting himself until his balls were smashed to those vibrant lips.
"Suck it, baby," he implored, sawing through that ring of pleasure. "Suck my cock."
"Mmmmm," she sobbed.
He disappeared into her gorgeous face. She petted his stomach muscles, wove through the dark pubics, then grazed his sinewy thighs.
Gerry was receptive to her fierce tonguing. He thrust recklessly. Brittany was all too happy to open wide and lubricated him. She skimmed the bristly surface of his thighs. "Mmmmm."
Gerry threw back his head, overwhelmed by the surge of power. Brittany was outstanding, he thought. Nobody sucked his cock so well. He could scarcely watch that talented mouth rise and fall over his swollen member. Although he couldn't see it, that wriggling tip tormented him; it bestowed his underside with luscious froth.
Alex interrupted her fun by taking a savage plunge into her pussy. She moaned as his balls spanked her ass. He was of cunt-filling dimensions. Without displacing her mouth from Gerry's boner, she reached behind to fondle Alex. She encountered his pistoning hips, then his gleaming, muscled thighs. By extending her hand between her legs, she uncovered the section of cock that protruded from her cunt, along with his taut balls. She gently clasped them, to his guttural delight.
"Ahhhh," Alex grunted. Her touch had been unexpected, but much appreciated. He fucked her faster, his breath labored.
To enhance his pleasure, she shoved herself back at him. Her cunt lips captured his entire cock in his forward swing. She heard her buttocks smacking his groin and balls. Her snatch seized him, snagging the skin of his dick. He groaned in pleasure while stroking her.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, spearing those drenched folds. "You're so fucking hot. You should hit the road with us.
We'll show you the sights. At night, you'll have us to look forward to. Won't that be nice?"
Gerry, swallowing roughly, pulled Brittany's mouth off him. "Sit on me, baby," he croaked. "I want you to ride me for a while."
Brittany, flush, detached herself from Alex. She assumed she was going to suck on Alex while humping Gerry. In her mind, that hardly presented a problem. She wanted to blow Alex. Tasting her lush secretions that had dripped all over his cock wouldn't bother her in the least.
The notion of impaling herself on Gerry's tall cock, however, brought a flurry of goose pimples. He was the kind of man who called the shots, taking shit from no one. Brittany liked male authority when it suited her purpose. Taking orders from a man while she was horny enhanced the session.
Impatiently, she climbed over his hairy thighs and lifted her buttocks. Gerry took the opportunity to lick her stiff nipples while she adjusted herself. His tongue caught those distended nubs in flight. Taking his aroused dick in hand, she aimed for her soaked pussy. Alex had left it loose and agitated. She pushed down on the solid knob. He immediately compressed the air from her lungs.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed. "You're so hard."
Gerry dragged her down on him. "Let it sink into you, baby. Oh, yeah. It's filling your pussy."
Brittany's cunt adapted to the change in width. She settled onto that bony shaft. Her lips twisted. "Oh, God. Oh, Gerry. Ohhhh."
Those hands led her to his solid base. The squishy sounds of her yielding cunt echoed below. Brittany gritted her teeth as the biker climbed through her quivering flesh.
"Jesus," Gerry muttered, encountering his first barrier. "You're so fucking tight."
Brittany's head tilted back until only her chin and nose was distinguishable. When she righted her face and her eyelids opened, he observed her glazed expression. She looked as though she had an orgasm merely by sitting on his thing. Her hips hugged him. She ground her pelvis to him as though wanting more than what he had stuffed into her cunt. She definitely got the most out of his long, penetrating cock. Her buttocks shifted until they finally settled into savoring position.
"Ohhhh," she murmured, digging her nails into his shoulder. Gerry, oblivious to their jab, did not flinch. She inched upward, then descended his fleshy spike. Though Alex had been fucking her, he didn't go nearly as deep as Gerry could. Feeling that extra space plugged with cock gave her a dizzying thrill.
She peered into Gerry's pupils and studied their distant quality. He looked as glutted as she, smothered in her slick folds. His features seemed strained by the exertions of her cunt. She had him sheathed in a skintight lock.
Pleased with his reception, she snuggled close. Her hard nipples stabbed his sweat-streaked chest. She gyrated in his lap, letting him sample her satiny flesh. Throughout her movements, she felt the teeth-clenching jab of his embedded cock. She moaned while gyrating on his lap, conscious of that cunt-splitting monster.
Gerry framed her rotating ass with his hands.
He squeezed those luscious cheeks, then groaned from Brittany's tight fit. Her restless body caused the skin of his cock to stretch. Taking charge of her quivering buttocks, he took generous handfuls and began pulling her up and down his throbbing length.
"Hump me, baby," he commanded, slipping through her juicy cunt. "Hump me. Stroke me with that sweet pussy. Move that beautiful ass."
Brittany whimpered, obediently lifting and dropping herself. She climbed to the top of that towering cock. Her cunt lips greased him with her liquid excitement. She crammed every inch of him into her pussy.
Gerry looked ecstatic during her rise and descent, deciphering her myriad expressions through slitted eyes. She heard his harsh swallow when she pushed down and stuffed him into her cozy snatch. The kiss of her sucking cunt lips punctuated his gasps.
Brittany was prepared to take Alex into her mouth. She wanted to finish him off so he wouldn't feel deprived of the benefits Gerry received. Sucking that thick cock would afford a unique rush.
Alex, however, hadn't stationed himself next to Gerry. When Brittany felt the prod of his blunt cockhead at her anus, she realized Alex had other ideas. He wanted to bury himself once again in her hot, squirming flesh. It made no difference that the only other receptacle was her ass-hole.
Alex's muscled arms surrounded her. "I'll go slow," he whispered, leaning up against her.
Brittany bit her bottom lip as he inserted that stout bulb into her rectum. During the transition, he applied a lubricant on his erect member. "Oh, God. Ohhhh." He pushed into that wrinkled hole, forcing it to expand and accept his girth. She trembled as he eased himself inch by inch into that narrow passage.
Alex went in sluggishly, conscious of her contorted mask. He didn't want to cause Brittany any discomfort. He kissed her trembling shoulders and nibbled on her ear lobes. "It's okay, baby. Let me fill your ass with cock. I promise, it'll feel good."
Brittany nodded. He sank into her butt, gradually loading her ass-hole. Lubricated with her cunt secretions, he ventured into that constricted area.
She had never had both holes simultaneously occupied. The sensation,. she decided, was gratifying. Closing her eyes, she attempted to digest the warring forces. Alex abutted Gerry. Each engaged in lumbering friction. Never had she felt so completely jammed. They lodged themselves to capacity, then receded slightly. Back and forth they drove, letting indescribable sensations build. After several awkward moments, Brittany realized it was wise to remain still and defer to the men.
"How does it feel to have two men inside you?" Alex whispered in her ear.
"I love it," she whined. "Ohhhh."
"Let us give you pleasure, together."
"Fuck me," Brittany panted, submitting to those biker studs. "Fuck me."
Gerry looked anguished, getting squashed by Alex's substantial member. He slumped against the tree, enduring those punishing strokes. The constant thud behind Brittany's cuntal wall made his hard-on flourish. She noticed the enthusiastic beat of his cock. Brittany's pussy shrank about his dick.
"Man, her ass-hole feels so good," Alex gasped, sawing into those plush buns. He watched his dick slip to and from that puckered anus. The solid bump he skidded across was Gerry's cock pressing through Brittany's cunt. Alex dug into her swiveling hips, shoving his thing through that blockage. Brittany's butt hole nearly pulverized him. He really enjoyed pumping her ass.
Alex's smirk steadily evolved into a feral countenance. That delicious turbulence simmering inside him overheated his senses. Snarling, he shoved himself into that pink knot. Hard dick lunged into that fiercely grabbing hole. In and out it went, buried to the hilt.
Lines of tension were etched in his handsome face.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Let me fuck that sweet ass. Let me stuff it with my dick."
Both men were mired with sweat. Rivulets slithered down their chests and backs. Their verbal agony rumbled into the night.
Brittany rested her head on Gerry's shoulder and cried out. She trembled, receiving their urgent cocks. Her pussy was pressed to Gerry, covering his entire shaft. She could feel his balls beneath her clasping cunt. She ground herself to them, moaning. She responded to that hard, thriving monster. It stood high in her pussy. Their pubes heatedly brushed.
Alex's butt-packing provided another unforgettable rush. He slid his cock through her sensitive anus, then gave her butt cheeks an affectionate slap.
She shifted on Gerry's sturdy thighs. That sweet motion was getting her off. She rocked and moaned and let them fuck her silly.
Gerry regained enough presence of mind to trace her jawbone, then direct her lips to his. He opened her mouth with his tongue and gave her a long, soulful kiss. Brittany's senses whirled.
Alex abruptly yanked his cock from Brittany's ass. Its excruciating embrace was intolerable. Quickly, he stroked the aggravated member. The jism roared from his balls.
"Ughhh," he groaned, splattering her writhing ass with hot cum. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Brittany sighed in luxury as his creamy shower hit her backside. Alex distinctly conveyed his satisfaction. The weariness in his tone as he emptied himself additionally attested to his satisfaction. Her ass felt mildly sore, but those heaven-sending strokes had been worth it.
Having dispensed with Alex's contentment, Brittany set her sights on Gerry. She jammed herself down on him now that Alex no longer burdened her. She gazed at his handsome face, riddled with contortions, and prepared to give him a gut-wrenching thrill. Rearing her hips, she broke into a feverish gallop. She rode his cock as never before. Her pussy swallowed him with shivering enthusiasm. It felt so good sliding up and down that slick pole. Each down thrust afforded her a toe-curling charge.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Gerry said, delirious, "hump me. Hump me good. Ahhhh." Her pussy practically sucked the jism from his balls.
Brittany rocked and bounced on his upright cock. Focusing on his rugged profile, she submitted to the thrill that physically took purchase. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."
"Yeah," Gerry urged. Those hot pussy lips slammed down on him. "Yeah. Cum on me."
Brittany's head veered back as the sensation overwhelmed her. Holding back was impossible. "Ohhhh." She contracted strongly around his stiff cock, afflicted with mind-altering spasms. "Ohhhh."
Gerry shot his load into her climax-ridden snatch. Gritting his teeth, he squirted. "Ughhh," he groaned, shuddering as he discharged. "Ughhh."
Brittany slumped against Gerry with a smile. Even with her eyes shut, she searched for Alex's hand. Both men appeared to be disoriented by the pleasure she gave them.
Those men provided her a new fetish. From that point forward, she was going to lust for genuine bikers.
CHAPTER NINE
Larry and Mike set off to find Brittany. Her evening constitutional turned into an hour's expedition. The moon, bright in the midst of the dark sky, served as their light source and guide.
"Do you think she got lost?" Mike asked. He barely stifled his mounting panic. The maze-like paths began to confuse him. He could have understood Brittany's equal bafflement.
"That's entirely possible." Larry held his amusement in check. In actuality, he believed Brittany waited for him. He'd picked up her horny vibrations during dinner. Her signals were hardly submitted in code. She had flagrantly trifled with him. He seriously doubted he misread her sultry gaze. She wanted it-and apparently had for some time. Now that she dumped Joe, she was fair game.
Susan, no doubt, would forgive him. If confronted, he would place the blame entirely on Brittany. He was, after all, only human.
Larry wondered how he was going to ditch Mike. Having an eyewitness didn't work in his favor, particularly if he was taking a gamble.
While a multitude of excuses swam through his head, a melodious voice pierced his concentration.
"So," Heather declared, becoming real from the darkness. "You've brought your friend."
Mike flinched at Wendy's velvety touch. He was wary of those women from the start. He vividly recalled their brazen feast that afternoon. They ate each other without restraint. Their carefree philosophy unnerved him.
"And where are you two little vixens off to?" Larry huskily inquired.
"Looking to stir up some trouble," Heather said, slinking up to him. "Know where we can find it?"
"You didn't have a problem finding it before," Larry said with a grin.
The familiarity they employed dumbfounded Mike. He expected Larry to spurn their advances. His reception of them, however, wildly differed from his. He appeared not only open to suggestion, but willing to get things started.
"Are you forgetting Susan?" Mike asked when he saw Larry take a handful of Heather's spectacular ass.
"Huh?" Larry mumbled.
Wendy breathlessly explored Mike's body with her hands. "Mmmmm. You're nicely built, stud. Do you have a big one?" Her fingers snaked toward his crotch. "Show me. I want to see what you've got."
Mike pushed her away. He insisted upon remaining loyal to Brittany. "We're trying to find someone. She's been missing well over an hour."
"That wouldn't happen to be that voluptuous redhead from your camp?" Heather mentioned.
"It most certainly is," Mike said. "Why? Have you seen her? Is she nearby?"
"She's with Gerry and Alex," Wendy supplied, pawing him again.
Mike was too stunned to elude her. "She's with your men? I don't understand. Have they detained her? Has she willingly stayed with them?"
Heather giggled. "She's on her knees, baby, with Gerry in her mouth and Alex in her pussy."
Mike's jaw dropped.
"Pay it no mind," Wendy soothed. "She begged them for it. She was plainly in heat-I could tell."
Larry failed to register concern over the incident. Heather captured his attention. Their lips came together in a rush. Heather opened her mouth and received his hot, spirited tongue. She moaned as he dragged her toward him with those solid arms, closing her in a feverish embrace.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed once their kiss broke and he attached himself to her neck. Ecstasy streamed through her body. She writhed against him.
"I've got a problem growing inside my shorts," he murmured in her ear. Pulling her ass toward him, he ground his bulge into that soft mound. "Think you can take care of it?"
She nodded.
Larry arranged his flashlight on an upper branch so that he could observe her striptease. It shone upon her extraordinary curves. After having settled for Susan's flat-chested figure, Heather was a sight to behold.
Her leather vest slipped from her shoulders. Her nipples swung out at him. She steered those big tits to his mouth.
He gave them an appreciative slurp. That heavy wealth of brown hair tumbled down her back.
He assisted with the unsnapping of her threadbare jeans. He pulled down her zipper, then reached inside. That dark fluff curled around his fingers. Droplets of love dew stuck to each strand. He rubbed that warm patch, letting the dampness ooze from its center.
Mike watched on. He had known Larry to be faithful to Susan. Seeing him with another woman shocked him. To his recollection, Larry never cheated.
Before Mike could brace himself for the next stirring bombardment, Larry descended upon Heather's crotch. She shivered as he nuzzled the furry spot, weaving his fingers through her silken locks. He exhaled over her succulent flesh, then tenderly divided it.
"Oh, God," Heather blurted the moment his tongue met her. He dipped into the heart of that pussy and collected its moisture. By the third pass, she was weak with want. He expertly dabbed her snatch. She shifted restlessly, conscious of his provoking tip.
Larry's blue pupils studied her from below. The flash of pink when he wiggled suggested the position of his tongue. "See what you taught me, baby. Have I learned well?"
"You've earned your diploma," she said before sucking air through her clenched teeth. She cupped the back of his head and pelted his face. "Oh, yeah. Eat me. Suck it out of me. Ohhhh. Oh, baby."
Although Mike judged Larry's actions reprehensible, he got caught up in the frenzy. Seeing that girl's cunt widen from Larry's probe titillated him. He adroitly separated those gleaming pink layers.
Wendy removed the flashlight from his hand. He gave her no argument. Larry's slobbering left him speechless and frozen. She set it where two branches forked. Light flooded the area. They lounged on the makeshift stage.
Mike's brawny frame whetted Wendy's appetite. Although he didn't possess striking features, she sensed a fierce masculinity. She took advantage of his mesmerization. Mike was far too preoccupied with Heather's dripping pussy to deflect her touch.
She tugged his shorts and underwear over his hips. Mike sported a semi-hard cock. Her tongue darted at him. She purred at his salty flavor. Mike heavily perspired. He could not control his excreted fluids. She slurped him again, relishing that saline release.
Mike shivered as that tongue assaulted him. He did not protest its intimacy. That moment was not anchored in reality. Larry's oral feast was also part of a hazy dream. Brittany had been a tangible factor, the rest illusion.
Larry lowered his tip into Heather's cunt. That gratifying stab wrenched another guttural cry. Her pussy became glutted with his frantic tongue. Its brisk activity curled her toes.
Heather's eyes rolled heavenward. "Oh, Larry. You're making me cum."
He tongue-fucked her for several heart-stopping moments. She couldn't get enough of that inflaming twist. Her breath came up short, promoting a lush dizziness.
Heather joined Larry on the ground and reached between his legs. As his oral passion intensified, he curved himself around her. She felt the outline of his erection through his shorts. He seemed larger than she remembered.
"Suck me, baby," he whispered. "Get me off with your mouth."
She fingered his enlarged cock with delectation. Larry was impressively endowed. "Yeah. I want it."
Larry's vigorous tip gave her the proper incentive. He whisked over that bud, relishing its flavor. Her juices oozed from her snatch. She heard his gulp, then savored his next assault.
"That feels so good," she murmured, trickling onto his tongue. "Ohhhh."
He prompted her nipples to stand. She smoothed her palm over the heavy stubs and moaned. Pleasure traveled to every cell.
Wendy's persistent tongue and lips stretched Mike to his maximum size. They hadn't relaxed until his every inch had been drawn out. Coated with foamy spit, his dick lengthened to capacity. She licked the head until it expanded, and massaged his shaft until it thickened. His balls received an abundance of saliva, too.
"Look how big he is," Wendy mentioned to Heather. Her fist moved up and down, keeping him at the pinnacle of excitement.
Heather glanced at the cock she fully developed. He ballooned to eight plump inches. "Wow. He's a giant. I want him, too."
"After I'm through with him." Wendy's mouth descended upon his domed head.
Mike groaned. He watched himself disappear into her hot gullet. "Oh, Christ." That blonde drove him insane. Although she tampered with his principles, he was powerless to resist those sliding lips. She wiggled up and down the large vein of his underside. He dragged fresh air into his lung when she absorbed him to the root, then wielded a ferocious suck. Not until he was reduced to trembling did she release him. When his dick eased back, bubbles popped across his vein-ridden span.
"Mmmmm," Wendy hummed. Cupping his buns, she reeled him into that smothering ring. "Mmmmm."
Mike, grimacing, steered himself to that panting face. He submerged his cock into that liquid heat. Her bottom lip, digging into that heavy vein, tormented him.
Wendy, reveling in his abnormal breathing, continued her hot, sucking massage.
Larry licked Heather's pussy more passionately than ever. His lips enclosed her damp flesh and sucked until her mind nearly went blank. His oral attack depleted her air supply. She combed through his hair and arched her back. He ate her out for quite some time before he lifted his mouth.
"Your pussy is so sweet," he remarked.
Heather eventually regained her powers of direction. She reached into his shorts to claim her prize. Larry's cock pulsed fiercely in her grasp. The purplish head screamed for her mouth.
As though it were the most natural arrangement of their limbs, Heather climbed on top of Larry. She framed his fever-bright face with her thighs. Positioning her pussy above his mouth, she pushed down and fed him a wet cunt.
"Oh, yeah," she wept, gyrating over his lips, cheeks and chin. "Ohhhh."
Simultaneously, she pumped him with her fist. His hard dick towered through her sweaty coil. He throbbed, awaiting that initial lick.
Heather opened her mouth and wrapped him in her shivering heat. In reflex, his knees shot up. She squeezed his stiff cock, then applied a ceaseless tickle to the protruding vein that ran his cock's length.
"Mmmmmm," she droned against his captured member. "Mmmmm."
"Christ." Larry swallowed roughly, palpitating in her hungry lock. "Ahhhh."
Heather sucked his dick without unrestraint. She drew powerfully, tasting some of his cum in that first pull. Up and down that rigid stretch she went, weaving her oral magic. She soared from tip to base, in defiance of his length.
Larry looked around Heather's undulating buttocks to see his cock disappear. As her baking saliva permeated his skin, stale air whistled through clenched teeth. He loved having her mouth all over his dick. He elevated his ass and crammed all he could into that moist vacuum. Heather took him whole.
Across from him, Mike received the same treatment. Wendy's sweeping mouth silenced him of all complaint. She sucked him into a noticeable swoon. Clenching his fists, he rocked on his feet. His dick was imprisoned in Wendy's beautiful face.
Heather massaged Larry's balls with her thumbs, compounding the sensations her lips triggered. Larry groaned at her delicate handling. He rotated his hips to take advantage of her winding patterns.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Lick my balls."
Heather extended more than her feathery touch. She removed her sucking lips from his cock, then curled her tongue under his taut sack. She slashed hot spittle over his rocks.
Larry gasped, stunned from the overload to his electrical circuits.
Closing his shaft in her fist, she jerked high and low while lapping his balls. Snapping bubbles clung to the skin, then coasted to the bottom. Once she had him dripping, Heather engulfed his bulbous head. She sucked him into that vibrant ring, then sank to his foundation. His stomach quivered as she devoured him.
Larry seized Heather's hips and hauled her juicy cunt to his mouth. He duplicated the tongue-jolting strokes she practiced. He delved into her hot center and drank her nectar.
Heather clutched his hair-rough thighs for support. She pushed down on his face, pursuing that rapid-fire tip. Larry sucked her clit with everything he had. Her butt cheeks rose and fell, tamed by his steel grip. Her juices seeped into his gulping orifice. Dizzy with joy, she rode his face. She ground her crotch to his mouth, rubbing that aggravated button against Larry's teeth and tongue. Her nails sank into her muscled flesh. Her eyes were fixed at the stars while her mouth dropped open. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."
He could feel her orgasm approaching.
Heather's delirious gallop on his tongue continued. She buckled, at the fringe. Those heart-shaped buns rotated to a stimulating beat. He circled her button, then flicked it. Heather nearly flew off of him. He sucked deeply from her pussy, downing that sugary gush. Her scattered cries amplified his hunger when he dabbed far into that delectable hole.
"Yeah," she squealed, jerking. "Oh, yeah."
Wendy's mouth slid from Mike's cock. She watched her friend nearing convulsion. "Look. Your buddy is making her cum."
Mike groped for her head. He didn't want her to leave him at such a frustrating point. "Finish me."
Wendy regarded his inflamed cock. "Do you like the way I've sucked it?"
Heather's mounting sobs riled him. He shook badly from her high-pitched wail. "Yeah." He jabbed the saliva-dripping head at her face. "Come on."
"Let me make it better for you." She scooped up her tits and brushed them against him. Her nipples pressed into his flesh. The hair on his thighs prickled and excited her skin.
Mike trembled. The thrill of those billowy globes quickened his pulse. He couldn't refrain from tweaking those ripe nuggets. They screamed for his pinch. He enclosed one and enjoyed its palpitation.
"Have you ever been fucked by a pair of big tits?"
Her posed question made his cock twitch. The thought of being wrapped in those enormous breasts almost made him cum. Without the necessary friction, however, he merely jutted in her face.
"You're in for a treat." She molded her boobs to that moistened shaft, then began dragging them up and down its stretch.
After a few luscious strokes, Mike's head lobbed to one side. Luckily, a tree supported him. He leaned against it while watching his dick slip through her silky cleavage."
"Aren't my tits soft?" she purred.
"God, yes."
"They're fucking you," she whispered. "They're going to make you explode."
His bulbous head, protruding from her cleavage, was orally accessible. She opened her mouth and took him in a loud pucker. Her lips folded just beneath the heavy rim of his velvety crown. She bestowed him a robust and pleasing suck. Wendy hummed against his submerged flesh. After spending a moment in her sucking furnace, she noisily uncoupled her lips.
"Mmmmm. I can taste the man in you."
"Christ," Mike gasped, scaling the layers of billowy excess. That chasm was lubricated with her spit. Her skin had a silky consistency. Getting pressed into those heaving layers and enjoying their lush conflict made his pulse jump. He watched those swollen nubs rise and fall during Wendy's crushing movement. Inserting his cock in that sweaty groove physically aggravated her. "Fuck me with those tits," he grunted. "Bunch them around my cock and stroke it. Yeah. Keep it going."
Larry chuckled when hearing that gruffness come from Mike. His timid buddy had definitely loosened up. "Go for it, man," he said. "Let her pump your jism with her tits."
Mike did not pay him notice. He went on grinding himself in her soft cleft.
Wendy whimpered as he sawed through her cleavage. Accommodating that big dick exhausted her. She pulled her tits around that elevated cock until the nipples touched. Mike's furious beat was smothered inside her flesh. Judging from his tense expression, he approved of that variation.
"Whew," he muttered as her saliva-slick recess tugged at his thing. She yanked the skin of his cock, creating a sweet commotion. "Oh, yeah."
Wendy bent her head and seized his cockhead. After taking an intense pull, she darted at the cum slit. Mike emitted a drop of white goo. She downed it, then sucked for more. His tremors were noticeable through her mouth.
Mike groaned as those lips swirled over his solid bulb. Wendy's saliva made him shift on his heels. He fucked through her soft clutch, letting her sweat and drool pleasure him.
Heather was close to spasming-but hardly negligent of Larry. She dipped into her reserves and found the strength to suck him to orgasm. Her lips pumped that swollen growth, from below its heavy knob to its broad trunk.
Larry, puffing from those oral exertions, lifted himself to meet that voracious receptacle. "Yeah, baby. Suck my thing. Make me pop. Yeah. Work it up that shaft. Drain me with those sexy lips. Milk that cock."
His whole dick occupied her mouth. She wrapped her lips securely to its bottom, lashing his veins with her tongue.
Larry outlined those wet cunt lips, then daubed her pulsing bud. Her honey supply was profuse. He slurped and lapped that quivering snatch, tapping its flow. As his concentration on her clit endured, Heather's tremors multiplied. Without detaching his mouth, he sucked harder than before. He wanted her to cum.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, smashing and rubbing her pussy against his lips and teeth. "Oh, Larry. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
Larry took pride in satisfying her. He lapped the final drops of sweetness from her cunt.
When her daze cleared, Heather saw Larry's cock standing unattended. She opened her mouth to finish the job. Grabbing him up with her soft lips, she launched into some serious suction. The moist friction of her lips against his taut skin echoed.
"Yeah, baby," he said, his chin veering upward. He jabbed himself between those puckered lips. Pushing his thing into that hot vacuum turned him on. "Suck me, baby. Faster. Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Heather massaged his balls with his hands while compressing that throbbing mass. She pulled on him, clasping him tighter than ever. Pressing her tip to his heavy vein, she enjoyed his wild beat.
An abundance of sweat dribbled from Larry's brow. He shook his head as that seizure gripped him. Heather smothered his dick with hot, juicy kisses. Holding back was impossible. "I'm going to shoot."
Heather stayed on his cock, her lips tugging dutifully at the tingling skin. "Mmmmm."
"Ughhh," he growled, feeding that torrent into her face. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Heather secured her lips to shaft, trapping that hot collection. She enjoyed Larry's pleasure-filled groans, accentuated by his violent shaking, while he discharged himself.
Wendy fastened her boobs to Mike's dick and stroked it until his sharp intake told her he wasn't about to last much longer.
"Do you want me to cum on your tits?" he feverishly asked.
Wendy said nothing, keeping his cock covered with her mouth. Her sucks were more ferocious than ever. She tormented the enlarged head with tantalizing whips, bearing down with terrific suction.
Her tits continued to caress him to that irreversible point. Those delightfully soft globes rubbing and stimulating his cock caused his cum to boil. Mike's jaw shook. Her fondling was so nice, he couldn't avert the engulfing weakness from totally dominating him.
"Jesus," he groaned, smacking the counter with his back. "I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah. I'm going to shoot."
Wendy quickly disconnected her mouth from her rubbery knob and retreated a fraction so she could watch him jet. Her timing was perfect. No sooner had she fallen on her haunches, than Mike's geyser landed on her tits.
"Arghh," he howled, squirting her. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Wendy enjoyed his splash of jism. It felt nice and warm, hitting her body. Hot and sticky-that best described his emission. She alternated her position so that his splatter was evenly distributed. When he was done, she lathered up her nipples with his white goo. Blending it over her highly aroused spots increased her appetite.
Larry watched Mike's jism drip from Wendy's tits. Her blonde succulence stirred him. He began stroking his cock.
Orgasm hadn't diminished his horniness. He wanted some of that hot pussy. "Hey, pal," he muttered, "let's say we switch."
Mike incoherently slumped against the tree. He was in no condition to dispute the matter.
Larry positioned Wendy over a large log. Anxiously, he separated her cunt lips with his thumbs. "Come on, baby. Let's fuck."
"Ohhhh," Wendy sighed.
Larry plunged his tongue into her pink folds. Wendy bit her bottom lip and moaned. His slurp afforded her a potent charge. He wriggled inside that moist crevice, invoking her lust. Wendy became dizzy at its stabbing fury.
"I've got to prepare you for this cock of mine, baby.
It's a lot to take." Larry hummed into her saturated cunt. "Mmmmm." He slowly extracted his sinuous tip, then attended the slick flaps. Her blonde wisps curled around his fingers as he delved into her sugary center. Wendy oozed into his mouth. He gleaned her nectar from her glistening lips, then searched for more. Her hot trickle was superb. He gulped every drop that seeped from her cunt.
Heather slithered over to Mike and revived him with her feathery touch. She caressed his hair-rough thighs. "Do you like having a cunt in your mouth, too?"
Mike gulped. Those inquisitive fingers sent shocks through his system. Although he had gone limp, his loins began to churn.
She clasped his flaccid member. "Maybe we ought to fuck. I think I'd rather have you in my pussy."
Mike groaned as she massaged his sensitive cock. He grew slowly in her fist.
Wendy moaned. Larry's slurp took her breath. He continued to assault her senses with his expert tip. Her pink flesh was manipulated to his satisfaction. "Oh, yeah. Lick me, baby. Stick your tongue in there. Ohhhh. That feels so good."
Licking Wendy became his obsession. He mouthed her pink succulence and lapped the honeyed excess. He inhaled her womanly fragrance. Wendy smelled fresh and clean, yet exuded a rich tang. Pressing down with his lips, he succeeded in acquiring more of her candied essence. Her saturated cunt flesh yielded a surplus of that sugary treat. Liquid excitement dripped from persistent tongue activity.
Larry had never been one to eat pussy, but realized how much enjoyment he derived from it.
His dick was stiff as bone. He needed to puncture that wet mound. Standing behind Wendy, he pinned back the silken flaps of her pussy and stationed his heavy knob at its puckering entrance. Wendy emitted piercing heat. Slowly, he began to push himself into that soaked recess.
"Oh, God," she wept.
"Can't wait, baby," he muttered from behind. "I've got to go in."
He cupped her pussy and dragged her backward. The bloated crown sank into her quivering hole. "Jesus," she yelped. Her cheeks turned crimson as Larry pressed himself into that narrow gap. "You're so big."
Mike saw Wendy's toes curl as Larry settled into her cunt. His balls rested on her anus.
Wendy clenched her teeth as that long dick entered her snatch. He reached a rarely touched section. "Oh, Larry," she sobbed, clawing the dirt. "It goes so far."
"I love the way your pussy squeezes me," he mentioned. "Oh, yeah. You're so fucking tight."
"Ohhhh."
Her sobs propelled him into action. He took possession of that slim waist, then ground himself into those buns. "Let me give it to you. I want you to feel every inch of it, baby. It's going to drive you wild."
She sent her eager ass at him. She delighted in the slap of his balls as they hit her buttocks. They made a variety of wet, sucking noises.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."
Her cries stimulated Mike. Heather's delicate caress returned him to full extension. When she released his cock, it stood tall by itself.
"Wow. Look at that thing," Heather panted. "I'm going to fuck it."
She dragged him on top of her. Mike groaned as he covered her with his man's body. Unable to arrest the feverish impulse, he went with it. Those legs opened. That wet pussy sucked him inside.
"Christ," he muttered, entering her.
"Yeah," Heather sighed, savoring the rush. Mike completely filled her. "Ohhhh."
Wendy bucked as Larry crammed himself into her juicy crevice. "More. Harder. Oh, yeah. More."
Larry savored her frenzied directives. He sawed through that wet, grabbing cunt and groaned. Taking her from behind generated a different kind of rush. He couldn't see her face when his cock went into her. Although he couldn't glimpse her contortions, she compensated him with her hoarse affirmations. Wildly, he plunged into that moist cunt, doggie-style, compelling her to verbalize her thrill.
"Christ, does that feel good," he muttered under his breath. "Very tight. Yeah. You're crushing me with those pussy lips."
Wendy whimpered as he sliced into her. The position they assumed accented the animal fury she felt. Deliriously, she swung her ass cheeks at him, then cried out as he drilled into her quivering body. He molded himself to her squirming figure, lodging his cock into that soft crevice. He smacked into the backs of her thighs. When he slammed into her proffered buns and their flesh locked, both eliminated their stale air.
"Oh, yeah," Mike gasped as Heather hugged herself to him. "Let me into that nice, wet pussy." He smashed himself into that warm, sucking hole that made him tingle all over. Back and forth he went, dragging his cock through hot squish that belonged to a stranger. Heather provided him endless satisfaction.
"You love it, don't you?" Heather teased. "Ohhhh. Me, too. You're a rock, baby. A fucking rock."
Larry looked down and watched his dick slide from that juicy opening, dripping with her sweetness. The skin of his cock collected, then stretched as he switched direction. Each stroke propelled them closer to orgasm. He ignored that nagging weakness that festered and went on fucking her. He submerged himself until his balls kissed the sappy lining of her cunt lips.
Wendy's eyes misted over as he pumped her pussy. Involuntarily, she put a finger to her clit and began jiggling. The fast, gratifying motion she achieved gave her an added boost. Instantly, she tightened around him. He cut through the coils of muscle that became attached to his hard shaft. Exquisite friction resulted.
"More," she blurted. "More. Ohhhh. Keep giving it to me."
Faster and faster, she wiggled her button. Her digit supplied the missing ingredient. She jerked back, captured most of Larry, then gripped him before he receded from her slippery clutches.
"Take me," Mike groaned, humping Heather. "Take me deep inside you. Oh, yeah. You're milking me with that snug pussy. I can feel your muscles closing around my cock."
"Ohhhh," Heather sobbed, raking her nails over his flexing buttocks. She shoved herself at that rigid thing. "Faster. Get me off, baby. Get me off."
Larry, securely holding Wendy's butt, pushed and pulled himself through that dank slit. Although her ass appeared small, his whole cock fit inside. Rivulets of sweat poured down his body as he pumped her. It felt good, giving it to her.
"Are you ready, baby?" he hoarsely whispered.
She nodded.
Within seconds, both of them came. They could not sustain the sawing action they performed. Larry fucked Wendy harder and harder, unable to check the impulse. Her sweet exertions on his cock put him over the edge.
"I'm going to cream in your pussy," he warned, whacking into that moist part of her. "I can't hold back."
"I'm cumming, Larry," she wept, rapidly fingering her clit. "I'm cumming."
He squirted what was left into her cunt. Jism roared from his balls in a wad.
Wendy trembled as he pumped his thick seed into her snatch. Her contractions, however, overrode the sensation. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Larry. Fill me with that hot jizz."
Larry's arms closed around her. His chin went over her shoulder. Wendy purred in contentment, caressing his powerful arms.
Mike lost it in Heather's hot folds. He pulled out at the moment of climax and shot onto her stomach. Heather shuddered with orgasm while receiving his creamy drippage.
Their howls of pleasure echoed into the night.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan, writhing on her side, sucked air through gritted teeth. Joe gasped roughly over her shoulder. She moaned from that hard, filling sensation.
"Yeah," he muttered, stabbing into her furry mound.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, watching the smooth tempo of his cock.
Her silky thighs were draped over Joe's muscular legs. His thing slid noisily in and out of her pussy. When receiving him full measure, she experienced total bliss. Her cunt gobbled him to the root. He continued to push into her wet muff.
She was ecstatic that he came to her., Contrary to his earlier assertion that she had taken him by surprise in a moment of weakness, Joe exhibited ample control. Taking her by the hand, he led her to his tent-the one originally shared with Brittany. Since they officially dissolved their romance, his tent was an ideal meeting place. Getting it on in her tent would have presented a problem, as she had neglected to enlighten Larry about Joe.
She was excited to have him in her pussy again. There was something so manly about Joe, it drove her crazy.
His battery-operated lantern provided the necessary light by which to fuck. A romantic glow was cast. The silhouettes projected along the sides of the tent added an erotic dimension.
Joe traced the curve of her hip, then stroked her abdomen. His hand drifted over her furry patch. She sobbed as he fondled her clit. The voltage that went through her was dizzying.
"Oh, yes," she said, enjoying the caress of his large thumb. He jiggled her to distraction. She affectionately stroked his hand. No sooner had she oriented herself to that flooding pleasure, than he entered her drenched cunt. His dick sliced deep into wet tissue. "Ohhhh."
"Christ, does that feel good," he muttered, groping her mound while stuffing himself into it. Her spongy warmth elicited his delighted growl.
Susan rejoiced in the sounds of her moist pussy. Joe ground himself into her soaked folds, providing mutual satisfaction. The best part of him went into the most sensitive part of her.
A cry erupted in the distance. Initially ignoring it, they froze after the second or third wail. Screams of an animal nature echoed from the forest.
"What in the world was that?" Susan asked.
"I don't know. Perhaps I ought to investigate."
She shivered. "You're not leaving me alone."
Joe chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll check it out, then be back before you know it."
Susan moaned as he withdrew from her snatch. She had grown accustomed to that solid mass; having it removed left a miserable void. "Please, hurry back."
He kissed her. "Keep my spot warm."
He grabbed the lantern and ventured out into the darkness. The rustle of leaves heralded his departure. His retreating footsteps grew faint.
Susan, plunged into blackness, slipped inside the sleeping bag. She shook. The unknown frightened her. Five minutes after he left, she fervently yearned for Joe's protective embrace. She abhorred being alone.
Where the hell were the others? Why was she the only person left behind? Everyone from their camp had strangely disappeared.
Bushes moved outside the tent. A pair of discernible footsteps grew louder. Susan panicked.
The zipper abruptly came down.
She jumped out of the sleeping bag. "Joe, is that you?"
Silence, as well as darkness, prevailed.
A pair of strong hands separated her legs.
The familiarity with which she was handled formed one conclusion: Joe was being his ardent, horny self. She expected him to mount her. Instead, she felt a blast of warm air-then a vibrant tongue. Ohhhh. To compensate her for his momentary exit, Joe had decided to lick her. She writhed as that limber tip applied its bubbly concoction. He ate her in the darkness. Susan thought it wonderfully romantic and very sexy.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, surrendering to it. "Ohhhh. More. Yes. Don't stop."
Joe understood the importance of a thorough job. He executed long, satisfying strokes. He darted into the same pussy where he had stuffed his cock.
Her legs curved around his head. "You're spoiling me. I haven't had anything this good."
He lapped the sensitive folds. His oral probe was fantastic. He explored her freshly fucked loins. First, his dick had rubbed them; now his tongue nursed their ache. He delved into her tremulous flesh, gleaning it of flavor. Faster and faster he went, coaxing a guttural response. Susan gladly supplied it.
After assuming a brisk pace, Joe had her at a precipitous edge. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum.
Ohhhh."
Joe ate right through her contractions. That tongue never lost mobility. He went on, preparing her for another round. Susan marveled at his persistence. Larry had never shown such generosity. He seemed more concerned with his orgasm, rather than her orgasm.. .or even, their orgasm.
"You're incredible," she declared, undulating. His tongue was unstoppable. She pressed herself to his face and quivered. He lapped her to oblivion.
Before long, Susan scaled the heights of pleasure. Joe delivered her straight to the top by executing a never-ending series of saliva-rich swirls. He slid all over those nectar-rich membranes.
"I'm almost there," she squealed. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, darling. Ohhhh."
Joe drank the product of her joy. Juice seeped from her very depths and flowed into his mouth as she climaxed. Her throat ached from convulsive swallowing.
She rotated her distended nipples. They were virtual rocks, scraping her palms.
His thirst proved unquenchable. He proceeded to go down on her without cease. His creative strokes left her a shaking wreck. Enfeebled by his tongue, Susan could do nothing except submit. He licked her from one orgasm to the next.
Catching her breath, Susan squeezed his shoulders. They felt un-like the ones she previously gripped. She clasped his head. Long hair ran through her fingers.
"Who are you?" she gasped.
"I thought you knew," came the biker's voice.
"Oh, my God. Gerry." She recalled his feral profile and predatorial behavior at the lake. He had gotten her so very horny-and was now responsible for perpetuating her bliss.
A flashlight clicked on, then fell on the tent's floor. Gerry apparently brought one from his bike. "This time, I want to watch you cum."
Gerry resumed his meal. Susan was too weak and aroused to stop him. When that splendid tongue began its excruciating circle around her clit, she dropped onto her back.
Susan jerked at his gut-wrenching slurp. He licked her slowly, letting her desire rekindle. She gave herself over to the sensations that took charge of her body. "Put your tongue there. Yes. Suck that clit. Whip it with your tongue. Make me juicy. Give it to me, faster. Slide it into my hot, wet cunt."
"You really like getting eaten, don't you, baby?"
Her vulgar language surprised her, yet Gerry seemed to encourage it. She felt no shame in expressing herself in base terms. Something inside her snapped. Fear and desire produced the most unusual effect.
His fingers opened her flowery cunt lips, evaluating their moist softness. Within seconds, they were cleaned, purged of their sugary excess. Her dampening increased under his artful ministrations, cunt juice oozing from her drenched slot. Although weakened by her multiple contractions, she yearned for his flickering tip.
"Keep me in your mouth," she sighed. "Suck my pussy."
Gerry meticulously slurped her. He traced the wet contours, vibrating along her swollen love bud until her loins were inflamed. He ate ravenously of her snatch, serving her with prolonged, fervent dabs. Her juice ran down his mouth. He couldn't possibly swallow every bit that oozed.
Susan twisted from the heat of his tongue, clenching her fists as he immersed himself in head-giving. She teetered from the heights of lust, letting her pleasure escalate with each masterful stroke.
"Please, don't stop," she sobbed. "Eat me. Swallow my juice."
Gerry did not refuse her. He licked her clit until shivers riddled her spine. He teased her love muscle, driving it closer to the threshold of gratification.
Susan touched her stiff nipples. They ached. Her fingertips revolved around the distended buds. Electricity flowed through her body.
"More, please," she whimpered. "Don't stop."
Gerry flitted over her aroused love button, drawing sighs and shivers of delight from Susan. His tip dabbed her cunt with refreshing saliva, spreading its hotness into her creamy folds. His rapid sweeps accelerated, gaining momentum. He delved into her silky womb, darting into her lips. His sucking brought her to fever pitch.
Gerry used his lips in addition to his tip, fondling her juiciness. When he sucked, her tender mound was massaged. His drool spilled from the corners of his mouth and dribbled to her inner thighs.
Susan whimpered as waves of fulfillment battered her. His expert whips dazed her. Prickles of ecstasy raced down her spine.
Circling her clit, he brought a flurry of spasms. His slithering brush had her at his mercy.
"You're making me cum!" Susan blurted breathlessly. "Oh, God."
Her nails dug into her palms. She clenched her fists as euphoria overtook her. She writhed and gyrated beneath his oral clutch, then thrust herself high into his face. Her cunt pulsated, the lips trembling. Nectar dripped from her slit, only to be devoured.
Gerry unzipped while she gasped for air. His dick stretched at her, highly excited.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
She nodded.
Reaching for her head, Gerry attached her sweet lips to his cock. It dove into her mouth, seeking into its moist heat.
Gerry emitted a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, yeah." His fingers tightened at her temple, urging additional cock into her seething orifice. He watched with a keen eye as her lips rippled over the bone-like stiffness, then consumed his shaft in its entirety. The vibrant lashing of her flexible tongue propelled him.
He threw back his head and groaned. "Yeah. You know what you're doing. That's it. Suck it. Do you know how to deep-throat? Take all of me. Go up and down on me like that. Yeah. Suck me. Suck me good."
Susan opened her mouth to lavish him with drenching saliva. She regarded his scraggy appearance. Men of his rambunctious character never turned her on like he did. Her dark hair fell over his furry thighs. She descended his dick, petitioning its eruption. Her lips twisted and pulled. After several moments of abject torture, she swallowed him to the very stem.
"Yeah," he muttered. "You do know deep-throat." She sucked him completely, the tip of his boner tickling her tonsils. The whole shaft disappeared between her moist lips, entering her throat in a wave of blistering heat. Her lips embraced his shaft with varying degrees of suction. A wealth of spittle paved the way. She drew him into a feverish suck, absorbing that extended hardness.
Trembling from the pleasure he gave her, Susan felt driven to reciprocate. Her lips functioned of their own accord.
"Keep it in your mouth," Gerry instructed, clasping her head. "Don't stop. Eat all of it." With his dick lost in her sweet mouth, chills of ecstasy overtook his body.
Gerry's moaning exhilarated Susan. She was dripping wet, overwhelmed by his response. She sucked him harder, propelled by his fierce reaction.
"Mmmmm," she growled, mouthing him. "Mmmmm."
Shaking, Gerry received the smoothness of her sensual lips. His cock probed her furthest depths, driven to the hollow of her throat. Her welcoming lashes sustained his erection.
From Gerry's pelvic movements, Susan perceived his imminent orgasm. Her cheeks ached, yet she was determined to service him. She whimpered heatedly, crushing that dick with her lips.
"Swallow it," he ordered. His balls slapped her chin. "Gulp it down. Oh, yeah. Drink it."
Susan moaned, downing his salty spurts. Hot goo flooded her cheeks. Thirstily, she consumed his creamy rinse.
Even though his cock had exploded, Gerry stayed amazingly rigid. It jutted from his groin, moist from saliva and cum. He pumped it with his fist, trembling.
Shakily, Susan uttered, "Shove it in me. I want you inside me, now!" Susan didn't spare a moment. She climbed onto his lap and impaled herself on his cock. As he entered her, she began moaning loudly. Gerry began thrusting with blunt, even strokes while Susan responded in perfect rhythm. She rose and fell upon his hard shaft, letting it penetrate her to the deepest point.
"Fuck me," she whispered, frantically rocking. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
He filled her cunt with stiff cock, pounding pure bone between her legs. She could scarcely remember Joe being in there. Her pussy took the entire length, its lips folding back and admitting those solid inches. Her warm juices coated him upon entry, then provided him tingling slippage.
"Harder. I want to feel your hot jism in my pussy," she exclaimed. She knew she would be shaking from their fuck after they finished.
He pushed himself into that warm, sucking hole. He gasped as her flesh fiercely attached itself to his dick and afforded him a thrill that was felt to the pit of his balls. "Oh, yeah."
Susan moaned, then gazed at him with half-closed eyes. "It's gotten harder. It feels so big inside my pussy."
"Yeah."
Suddenly, he slowed the beat, dragging out the sensations. He wanted to maximize their pleasure, delaying orgasm until their flesh screamed for relief. That, he predicted, would be tortuous to Susan, who eagerly awaited a flaming finish.
Susan madly humped him. Gerry's dick had swelled to full volume. It was fabulous having it in her snatch, driving his tool in and out of her fuck-hole. She was in ecstasy as it reached her soft womb.
"I want you to cum in me," she panted, her snatch pummeling him. "Hurry, please!"
"You want it?" he asked, pumping faster.
"Yeah." She closed her eyes and shiver. "Yeah, I want it, bad."
"I got a whole lot left. I'm going to flood that pussy, drown it in cum."
"Do it. Sink it in me and shoot. Do it. Please, do it."
Her chant was more than he could resist.
The blood drained from his face as he discharged himself into her wildly clutching orifice. It gushed heavily into her silky warmth, splattering her pussy walls with white goo.
At the same time, Susan surrendered to a searing orgasm as Gerry pumped his liquefied pleasure. Her climax had built to a brutal peak.
The tent flaps parted and a flashlight shined inside. Susan could see Joe's startled expression. She was beyond caring. The pleasure she received from Gerry totally anesthetized her.
"I can see things are no different in here than they are in the woods," Joe declared. "Everybody's flipping partners. Brittany, Larry and Mike-they're all doing it."
"Relax, man," Gerry said. "You're too uptight. This is supposed to be a vacation. Enjoy it."
"I thought we had something special," Joe said, speaking directly at Susan. "I believed you were different."
She could not meet his gaze. "I thought that, too. But I realize that I've wasted too much of my life pleasing others. It's time I live for myself, and do the things others boast about."
Joe shook his head in disgust. "You sure fooled me."
"I fooled myself. And I refuse to feel badly about it."
Speechless and obviously miserable, Joe left.
"Hey, I didn't wreck things, did I?" Gerry asked.
Susan smiled. "You're repaired them. Hey, do you think you have some extra room on your motorcycle? I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of the world."
