Chapter 1
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.