Chapter 7
The loud, cough-like "Whuff!" behind him told Ted that the cub's mother was standing right at his shoulder. He dug his boots into the ground and launched himself at Leroy. In two powerful steps, he'd hit the boy's chest with his shoulder, then wrapped his left arm around Leroy's stomach and powered them both to the edge of the clearing. The bear cub squealed and shied away as Ted tore past.
A thick, tall evergreen behind the cub stopped Ted's headlong charge. "Climb!" he snapped, throwing Leroy at the tree trunk. He still gripped the center of his bow in his right hand as he spun Leroy and hoisted. Leroy stuck to the tree. Ted grabbed the shotgun as it fell toward the ground. He whipped around, snapping the shotgun closed and pulled both triggers as soon as it was pointed toward mama bear.
The gun clicked impotently. The bear, all seven feet and four hundred-fifty pounds of her, started moving toward Ted. "Shi-it!" Ted wailed. Even as he reversed the gun, handing it up to Leroy, he knew he wouldn't have time to nock an arrow. The big brown lumbered at him, as unstoppable as a freight train. Adrenalin pumped him higher than all the dope the NFL had ever given him and Ted leaped straight up in the air.
Ted was moving like a wild man, arms and legs flailing at branches and stubs of branches. The long white curve of his hunting bow caught on a twig and twisted, whacking into his groin. Ted didn't even feel it. In less time than it took to think about it, Ted was up above the clawed gouges on the trunk. His face was against Leroy's hiking shoes. "Climb, goddammit! She can follow us!"
And she did. The mother bear was enraged. Her cub was trapped, in obvious agony and here were two man-scented creatures, small and feeble, shinnying up a tree beside her offspring. With a growl that made Ted's balls draw up tight against his lower belly, mama bear started after them.
Leroy looked down. With only three feet of climb, the bear would be tearing at Ted's legs. The minister's son scurried higher, tearing his fingernails on rough bark, skinning his knees on branches. Ted was right behind, scrambling for all he was worth. Drops of piss or sweat fell on his head as he boosted Leroy higher, then, with a sickening snap, a branch broke under his foot.
"AAAIEEEEE!" Ted screamed, his voice wailing into a stratospheric soprano of complete terror. He grabbed left-handed for an old stub of a branch, instinctively lashing the end of his hunting bow at the bear's face. Angry eyes and open jaws full of yellowed, slavering teeth filled his vision. He could smell the infernal stench of old fish and grubs and bear's saliva on the beast's breath as he dangled. With a superhuman effort, Ted wrenched himself upright again and scrambled out of reach.
They were thirty feet off the ground, then forty. The top of the tree swayed, cracking ominously. Leroy bobbed above him like a puppet. "Higher! She can't climb as high as we can," Ted shouted. He clambered around to the other side of the trunk, urging Leroy on with face-to-face example. Leroy still held the empty shotgun and his eyes were closed. The boy waved his hand aimlessly, searching for branches to pull himself up with. Ted reached around and slapped him. "God-damn your ass! You wanna kill us both, you little fuck?" he snarled. With a yank at the kid's collar, Ted got him climbing again.
The bear stopped about forty feet from the ground. She clung to the tree for long, angry seconds, then slowly backed down. The whimpers of her cub called her off and Ted sighed with relief.
"You'd better get comfortable," he told Leroy. "It might take a while before I get a good shot at her." Ted turned his back to the trunk, wedging his feet against two forked branches. He reached over his shoulder with his right hand and found an empty quiver.
Ted looked down. He saw the jumbled, twig-like shafts of his arrows at the base of the tree. Oh, Jesus Christ! He turned around to look at Leroy. "Gimme the shotgun ... and put some shells in it this time."
Leroy handed him the gun, his arms moving jerkily. He tried to catch himself every time the tree swayed. "I thought you had the shells, Mister Flannigan." The blond boy looked down at the bear, patrolling between the tree and her cub. "How're we going to get down from here?" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position where the shocked-out lump of shit in his pants wouldn't bear against his ass.
Ted looked at the boy for a moment longer, then turned away. "I don't know if we can. The trapper's supposed to be along once a day to check." but they almost never are, he added silently. Ted willed his muscles to relax. The sun was just going down.
Twilight lowered, then darkness set in. Ted checked his watch. It was broken, shattered against a limb or the tree trunk in his scramble upward. After an eternity, the sky lightened in the east. He heard Leroy's breathing turn to long, slow, sleepy snores. The moon rose. The moon climbed higher, higher, until it was directly above the top of the tree. Ted dozed off, only to dream about huge, hairy creatures chasing him, all but gnawing at his heels.
Terri heard the stealthy movements as her mother sneaked out of the sleeping bag. She felt eyes on her and the thirteen-year-old held limply still. The last thing she wanted right now was a conversation. She was far too busy thinking about fellating Billy and Johnny to talk with her mother. Something about it, something about the combination of thick, heavy sperm in her mouth and the rippling sensations in her cunny when the boys shot off, made it seem too private to discuss. It wasn't that Terri thought her mother would disapprove ... Terri didn't have a hint one way or the other. It was simply a personal series of sensations that she was trying to relive, trying to assemble into some kind of order in her mind.
I don't know ... I really don't know! Why did I get so excited by that? Why did they get so excited? Terri opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. The strange sheen of moonlight on the translucent nylon above her gave just enough light to see by. Maybe I should talk to Mom about it. It sure is strange. It was like ... like a watching her and Daddy the other night, sort of, but more real. I probably shouldn't have done it, but....
Terri opened her mouth in a lewd oval and ran her tongue around an imagined cockhead. If there wasn't anything wrong with it, then why did they bully me? She raised her hands to her breasts, trying to squeeze and fondle the way Johnny had. No, I was kneeling. She slid out the top of her sleeping bag and rose to her knees.
That's odd ... what are Mom's panties doing on the floor? Terri crawled to the door flap and peeked out. Another, larger scrap of white on the ground caught her eye. "And her nightgown!" she whispered. Terri stuck her head out and saw the silvery gleam of a sensuously wide, moonlit bottom disappearing into the far tent. The tanned leg and narrow foot could only belong to her mother. Curiosity tugged Terri out the door and she crept over to Paul's tent.
Bent half-over, Terri stalked across the clearing. She didn't dare stand in front of the open tent flap. The compact, curvy little girl put her hands on her knees and listened to her mother's voice.
The moonlight reflected off the satiny bottom of her shorty nightgown and the slight breeze molded the top against the side of one delicious breast. Even the pink dot of her nipple showed through as Terri strained to hear more than just the persuasive tone of her mother's voice.
Terri couldn't make out the words, but the low, hungry sound of her mother's voice made a trickle of pussy cream wet the lips of her fuzzy cunt. Terri unconsciously slipped one hand between her thighs, pressing the erotic warmth of her pussy in against itself. The air was clean and clear around her, but there was a strange, heavy feel to the air that seeped through Paul's tent flap. Terri bent lower and peered around the corner.
That was definitely her mother and she was naked as the night is long. Terri gulped when she saw the boy's hands roving over Nanci's tits, then slithering down to the secretive nest of her pussy. Terri's eyes were as hungry as her mother's by the time Nanci slipped the covers off Paul's body. The thirteen-year-old stared at the slender spike of Paul's cock.
Its even longer than Johnny's! Terri marveled. And naked, completely naked. It's like ... like a little flagpole in a parking lot ... nothing around it at all! She realized she was drooling at the thought of having that clean-looking, delectable length of boymeat close enough to eat. Terri watched her mother's hand slide up and down the stem, watched the foreskin cover and uncover the darker tip of the knob and she suppressed a moan.
I'd like to suck that ... and kiss it, all over! God, I bet I could get both of his balls in my mouth ... no hair to get in the way ... I could just suck and suck and suck!
Terri put the tips of two fingers in her mouth, trying to imagine how the end of his cock would feel. The hand in her crotch sneaked past the elastic at her leg band and caressed the outer edge of her labia.
The couple inside the tent murmured again, Paul pointing to Nanci's breasts. Terri's own titties felt heavy, like two bags full of a thick, creamy pudding that longed for a tongue to scoop against it. Terri thought she heard a moan and froze, in case it was her own voice about to give her away.
But it wasn't. Terri watched as Nanci rolled onto her back. Her mother's head pointed diagonally toward the tent's doorway and Terri had a full view of Paul's prick as he settled into the deep groove between Nanci's tits. When her mother squeezed her breasts up and around Paul's cock, Terri felt a blowtorch of heat start around her clitty. The whole inner array of her organs seemed to melt into a flood as thick and slippery and warm as flowing candle wax.
Terri watched every detail, absorbing the way her mother handled her tits, the rapid, hurried strokes of Paul's hunching cock, the moans and gasps of approaching ecstasy, everything happening in the tent. She even smelled the heavy aroma of lewd excitement, an aroma that took her back to watching the pounding thrusts of her father's cock against Nanci's cunt. With a shock as her fingertip found the virgin orifice of her pussy mouth, Terri realized that it was the little vaginal opening that spread for a cock. That scent, that obvious heat and urgency, couldn't come from her asshole. It had to be centered in her pussy.
Terri probed at her cunny with one fingertip, shocked at the idea. Her nail gouged a sensitive spot and she squeaked, pulling back like a turtle escaping into its shell.
Terri didn't dare peek again. She couldn't tell if her mother had heard her. Nanci said something inside the tent and Terri scurried to the nearest shelter she could find, the doorway of the other tent.
She dodged through the flap without a thought, standing just inside. Her heart was pounding, as much from the heat in her cunny as from the panicky fear of discovery. She stood silent for a moment, afraid to move for fear of stepping on Billy or Johnny. She let her eyes adjust to the deeper dark inside the tent, looking down to see where the sleeping bags were sprawled. The rush of her adrenalin slowed down, but the itchy, hungry tickle in her pussy stayed. Well, if Mom can ... she thought and Terri skinned her baby-doll panties down.
Her tan wasn't as deep as her mother's, but Terri had to spend more time indoors. Her skin was naturally a few shades fairer than her mothers, without the good Irish burn-and-peel tendency of Ted's skin. Terri took the top of her nighty off, letting her breasts rise and fall with the motion of her arms. Her nipples were already erect, stiff as two pink thumbs. The wide, paler-pink circles of her aureoles tensed into deliciously taut mazes of crinkled lines, like two tiny Aztec calendars. The delectable juicy youthfulness of her titty-flesh kept the pink tips pointed barely outward and slightly higher than horizontal, making the whole lusty mass of each titty look fresh and perky.
Both boys were sleeping soundly, so soundly that they didn't stir as Terri stood naked in the center of their tent. She slowly sank to her knees, the precocious pooched-out flare of her rounded ass balancing the lewd jut of her bosom. She looked from the freckled, snub-nosed flatness of Billy Schroeder's face to the more sophisticated profile of Johnny Short, wondering which one to waken. Billy squirted more into my mouth, but I got to suck Johnny longer....
Terri decided. She knelt beside Johnny's sleeping bag and cupped her breasts in her hands, leaving the out-thrust nipples free. She bent down slowly and pressed one titty against Johnny's face.
Without waking, the boy hummed and nuzzled up at the firm warmth of her tit. Terri felt the cream in her pussy flow faster and thicker. She straddled his sleeping bag, spreading her knees wide. The little tuft at the base of her pussy showed lewdly at the flat gap beneath her luscious young asscheeks. Terri supported herself on her hands and bent lower, rubbing both breasts across Johnny's face.
It felt delicious. Terri lay down on top of him, wishing she'd pulled the sleeping bag away. She felt the unmistakable evidence of his erection touching her pussy. Terri rubbed the whole lusty length of her torso up and down.
Johnny's eyes fluttered open. He was about to speak when she put a hand between his mouth and the underswell of her titties. "Shhh!" she whispered. "Don't wake Billy up yet." Terri sat up, rocking the open, juicy gap of her crotch on the middle of his sleeping bag.
Johnny's hands rose from the sleeping bag to caress her titties. Terri had to inhale deeply when his fingers found the ripe little buds of her nipples. The way he tugged and twisted the tips made the whole lusty mound of each breast feel heavier and hungrier. "Ohhh, that's nice," she cooed. Terri tugged at the top of his zipper, raising her bottom just long enough to flip the foam-filled cloth out of the way.
When she settled down on him again, the wide, hard rod of his cockstand bore against the narrow crevice of her pussy. Terri rocked back and forth on it, closing her eyes. She soaked in lewd, lascivious sensation. Her pussy lips felt alive, like separate lusty beings trying to wrap themselves around the masculine heat of his shaft.
Johnny kicked his feet free of the sleeping bag and raised his knees. His thighs met the rich, curvy swell of her asscheeks and pumped her wet cunny back and forth on his rod. Terri felt the propelling power of his legs and rocked her pelvis back and forth. She moved only an inch or two, but the sensuous coital motions of her hips made the heat-greased central stripe of her pussy slide all the way along Johnny's cock.
The slippery little hood of her clitty slid back and forth, covering and uncovering the tip of the hot pink come trigger. Terri's mouth opened sensuously. She felt the tension building up in her belly already and she suddenly knew that she needed to feel that thick mass of maleness inside her. She bent lower, lower, until Johnny took his hands off her tits and the very tips of her squared-off nipples dragged back and forth on Johnny's chest. "Can-can you put it ... inside me?" she gasped. "I want it ... I want it all!"
Without saying a word, Johnny put his hands down around the voluptuous firmness of her naked ass and lifted. The spongy flesh of her cheeks almost fought with his fingers, pushing back out as his hands dented in. No matter how hard Nanci might have tried, she could never recapture the sheer lusty freshness of having her asscheeks only thirteen years old, or the brand-new feel of skin that had never felt fingers running over it. Like so many things, the sheer decadent joy of fondling a young teenager's ass was lost on Johnny, but he lifted her up nonetheless.
Terri gushed fresh cream when the air entered where Johnny's cock had rubbed. The whole sensitive edge of each pussy lip was warm and wet. The released pressure and the draft along the erogenous skin made Terri's sphincters tighten. The icy chill of knowing that a cock would soon be sliding into the intimate privacy of her pussy channel made Terri's heart pound like a throbbing jackhammer. She held her ass on high when Johnny's hand went snaking between her thighs.
"Sit up," Johnny said, his voice hissing in the close, stuffy heat of the tent. Even the sound of his whisper put gooseflesh all along her thighs. Terri sat up, the round, jiggling moons of her ass half a foot above his legs. Her lusty breasts rose and fell inches at a time as she gasped.
Terri felt the tip of his cock slide along the slippery groove of her pussy lips, forcing the tight slices of cuntflesh apart. The slick, cream-oiled center of the valley thrilled, more sensitive to touch than Terri could believe. She could almost see the size and shape of his come-slit as it traced along the hot-pink stripe of her pussy crevice. Her back arched involuntarily. The cockhead skidded over her little clitty-hood and she sighed when it approached the tiny mouth of her virgin pussy.
Johnny's hips moved from side to side beneath her. The head of his cock passed the little oval of her cunt-mouth and bore against the thumb-width strip of flesh between her holes. Terri reached down to guide it forward and even her hand was shocked at the slippery, cunt-greased warmth of his cock.
Terri thought, It must be my pussy ... knowing he's going to put it into my pussy made it so big!
The rod did feel thicker than before and longer than when she'd sucked it. Terri hoped that he hadn't drained all his come out when she sucked him. The hollow pit at the center of her belly wanted to be pumped full of that puckery, salty stuff. With the tip at last aimed directly at the very center of her vagina, Terri pressed down.
Even with the copious flow of her pussy cream, the cock didn't slide in. Terri worked back and forth, rolling her pelvis. She felt the frilly inner lips of her pussy separate. Terri gripped the shaft of his cock harder, holding it steady as she bore down, but it still was only halfway in. She knew that the ridge around the head hadn't begun to come into her yet ... all she felt was the blunt taper of the knob.
"Help," she whispered and Johnny's hands tightened on her ass. Terri swiveled her hips automatically, letting the ancestral femaleness inside her guide the sensuous motions of her cunny. She never thought of what to do next-it was more like remembering something she'd never had to learn. Terri moved her ass in wider and wider circles, feeling the different angles Johnny's cock took. The slope of the sides of his knob, then the little inverted vee of the front and the wider, deep-flared belly-side bore against different nerves surrounding her pussy mouth. Terri felt juice leak along his shaft to the tight ring of her fist. Oh, god! What if he shoots too soon? she worried.
With a grinding, down-pressing motion, Terri felt the whole flare of his glans enter her pussy lips. The stretching around her cunt mouth was delightfully novel ... rounder and fuller than her fingertips could manage, but still not quite enough. With a little leap of joyous pleasure, Terri realized that the stretching pressure of his knob was dragging her cunt lips back and forth on her clitty and she pushed down again.
The knob was in, but it wouldn't go further. Terri felt the shaft of his prick try to bend, even with the bracing action of her fist around the middle. Johnny gasped under her.
"Sorry," she whispered. Terri bobbed up and down, taking the pressure off. The same little jab of pain she'd felt with her fingertips occurred inside her pussy. Terri tried to press her pussyfolds out, forcing down from the center of her belly as if she were pressing piss out. The little tingle of pain eased and a fraction of cockhead passed the tiny membrane.
Terri rocked back and forth, trying to pry the end of his cock past her cherry. She didn't care about the pain that grew with the pressure of his cock knob inside her cunt. All that mattered was the strange, lusty hunger up inside there, the hunger that more cock would somehow cure. She moaned under her breath, rocking back and forth like a lusty hobby horse.
Johnny's hips began to move, short and jerky at first, then slower and easier. Terri nodded. Her firm, oversized tits bobbed with the sensuous rotations of her torso and she looked down at Johnny's face. He nodded up at her and Terri bit her lips. It would happen, if only by the force of her will. She would overcome that rubbery, painful little membrane somehow.
Terri had a flash of memory and her other hand went to her crotch. She pressed two fingertips against the very top of her pussycrease. So much of her cuntflesh was folding in around his cock that she could feel the little tab that ran just under his cockhead, but Terri found the hooded bump of her clitty and rubbed it.
Up inside, past her hymen, Terri felt the beginning of thicker, richer cream. She gasped for air as the pain and pleasure in the tight heat of her cunt rose higher. With a fingertip, she peeled the triangular pink hood back from her clitty, then rubbed the sides and tip of the erect button with two fingers. A gush of cream wet the edges of his cockhead, leaking squishily out. Terri heard the increased wetness around his shaft as she rocked and the pressure inside slacked slightly.
But her cunt tightened from pain again as soon as she quit touching the buzzing electric heat of her clitty. Terri probed against the tip of her clit, pressing the hot button into the softness of her cuntflesh and something happened. With a quick, sharp tear of pain, Johnny's cockhead burst past the tight stricture of her cherry. A flood of hot wetness bled down onto her hand and Terri squeaked.
The boy next to them stirred. Terri didn't notice his open eyes until Billy sat up. She tried to ignore him, but Billy unzipped his bag and stared at them. Johnny answered for her.
"Just hold on," he panted. "You're next."
Terri groaned. The pain of her ruptured cherry faded away as more of Johnny's cock slipped into her cunt. She liked the feeling of his cockhead moving up past the hurt spot ... it wasn't even as bad as when she'd had her ears pierced. She rolled her hips lasciviously from side to side and the ridge faded up into a less sensitive part of her cuntal tube.
Terri could almost visualize the way his prick moved up. There was a vague zone somewhere up inside her cuntal channel and the knob was fading away, like a ship receding into a thick fog. But the head wasn't what mattered, Terri discovered. The tip of her clitty was hooded again when she took her hands away from the merging flesh of their loins. She felt the slickness of her cunt lips massaging the sides of her clitty. The feeling of an approaching orgasm built up in her. She knew it well now and Terri raised her ass up, then ground down until the hard arch of his pubic bone pressed against her cunt mound.
"Yess," Johnny hissed. He thrust upward, swiveling his hips. The tight ring of cunt muscle around the base of his prick was the fulcrum of Terri's cuntal leverage. She felt the rigid bar of his maleness roll around inside her, touching parts of her cunt she'd had no notion of. Terri gasped with the sudden shock as his prick brushed past the end of her womb, then leaned back.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against the front of her belly. Terri rubbed her hands on the moving, swiveling knob and the feelings inside her cunt intensified. She leaned forward again and started bobbing up and down.
The two children matched their motions perfectly. The instinctive motions of fucking took over. Terri's lush breasts bobbed up and down as she flexed her knees. Johnny's pubic arch hit wetly against the puffy flesh of her cunt mound and her tits jiggled. She rose up, the speed of her hot ascent made the tips of her tits stay a fraction behind. The lusty mounds of her titties bounced and rolled, intensifying the heat in her belly. Flashes of cunty pleasure slashed up her spine'. Terri felt the tension rising like the red fluid of a thermometer. Her hips moved effortlessly, combining forward, backward, sideways motions with the steadily accelerating rise and fall of her ass. She absorbed all of his cock, then let it withdraw almost to the end of her cunt channel. The ridge around his knob spread the walls of her cuntflesh delightfully. She bore down, easing the hot clasp of her cunt, then tightened up again, milking at his cock the way her lips had sucked at the knob.
Terri moved like a belly dancer, muscles rippling, her long hair floating in a static-charged cloud. Her body gleamed with sweat and the tent was full of the lusty aroma of her cunt juice. She swiveled and ground, bobbed and stopped, then resumed, gobbling his prick with her cunt. She turned to look at Billy, wishing it was possible to have two cocks in her pussy, rolling and sliding against each other, reaming the dripping-hot walls of her cunt tube wider and wider.
The swirling knot in her belly expanded, then contracted, like a pulsing heart. Terri knew it would only be a second or two before she came. The cock in her pussy froze for a second and she bore down, gripping tight with her cunt. Terri felt a savage glee as her pussy walls clamped like a juicy fist on his prickmeat. She wrung at it, twisting from side to side. Her ass rose, then slapped against his thighs on the down stroke. She felt a massive jerk inside her and on the next gut-slamming down stroke, a stream of lava-like fluid blasted the mouth of her womb. She stopped, shocked at the sensation, then felt another pulse travel up his come tube.
Terri ground her clit frantically against his cockbush, trying to force herself to come. The spewing heat inside her was lost, way up where the nerves were dead. She gritted her teeth, tensing the cheeks of her ass. Every cell in her body screamed for release, but she didn't reach it. Terri sobbed, a wrenching sound from the bottom of her lung. She jammed her cunt up and down on his prick, feeling the greasier slide of come-soaked flesh on her cuntwalls. The tip of his cock was already shrinking. On the next squishing, jamming stroke of her cunt on his cock, the softening organ squirted out with a sickening "Plop!"
Terri wanted to scream. The feeling had been there, only an instant away. She knew it was lost as soon as his cock bent and flopped out of her cunt. She ignored Johnny's grunt of surprised pain. The little girl levered herself off of Johnny's hips and straddled Billy. Her cunt, hungering for release of the knotted tension in her belly, drove her to shove Billy's shoulder. The redheaded boy had been lying on his side, milking his cock faster and faster as the rotating thrusts of Terri's ass and Johnny's prick had accelerated. He was struck dumb by Terri's speed. He flopped onto his back.
Terri grabbed Billy's cock and held it upright. The thick, dripping goo of Johnny's jizz greased her pussy superbly. She jammed the gaping hunger of her cunt down onto his cock like a glove full of butter. The knob at the end of his prick skated past her womb and Terri started swiveling her clitty around on his pubes.
Billy jammed cock meat into her. The sheer slick wetness of the fuck-junction made them both go insane with lust. They moved like beasts, Terri bearing down with all her weight, Billy thrusting his cock like a berserk piston. The slapping sound of their loins and the reek of fuckjuices filled the tent. Terri's cunt squished like a boot in mud as Billy's rod plunged in and out.
The wrestling, groaning, writhing pair sweated like racehorses. Terri's cunt was wet enough to spatter come and cunt cream. Drops sprayed out with every impact of her crotch on Billy's. The spray reached his chest, then hit against the bouncing undersides of her tits. Terri gobbled at cock with her cunt and felt the lube smear to her asscheeks. She leaned back, pummeling the cock bulge at her waist with her palm. Her sweating, greasy asscheeks slighered over the front of Billy's thighs and the lewd, vulgar sensation of mashing flesh around her asshole made her start to come.
It wasn't a little come, like the ones her fingers or the seam of her pants gave. It was gutshaking, a huge wall of cresting sensation that ripped her mind away. Terri's frantic struggles with Billy's prick ended. She couldn't move fast any more ... once a second her cunt would implode around his cock, sucking jizz out. She moved forward, then back, every muscle in her body involved. The feeling was like frozen flame, exploding out, slowing as it reached her skin, then accelerating back for another huge "BANG!" that set her cunt off again.
Terri didn't even feel Billy's prick tense, then throw seed up into her. She knew that her body was going, going harder and harder, but there was nothing left of her to think why. She let it happen, let her asscheeks tighten and flex automatically, let the sucking ripples blast up and down her cuntwalls and Terri fell forward onto his chest.
The wet, steamy impact of her tits against him made the pulses increase yet again. Her nipples were separate fires in the explosions that racked her body. Terri's vision fled and flares and rockets and sheets of pure color filled the tent. She heard grunting and gasping. It was the absolute, frenetic crescendo of a symphony. The whole world was centered in, surrounded by, the swampy, collapsing wetness of her cunt and the stirring mass of cock within it. She grasped Billy's shoulders, not caring that her nails dug in like claws or that her cuntclasp was wringing his cock half off his body. Terri hung on desperately, wanting it to never end, until the incredible sweaty heat began to taper off. She went down the long, slippery back side of her orgasm, marveling and the fuck-scented tent faded away. All that was left was peaceful, warm, totally sated cuntflesh and a memory of two cocks inside the tingling wreckage.