Chapter 10
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."