Chapter 2
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.