Chapter 3
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.