Chapter 4
"I thought we were supposed to have the place to ourselves," Larry griped. "That was the point of choosing a distant corner-or so you said, Joe."
"I don't like the looks of them," Susan chimed. "I sensed trouble the second they roared in here."
Brittany and Mike reserved comment. Neither aired concern about their visitors.
Joe waved off their protestations. "We won't have them for long. Did any of you notice camping gear hitched to their Harleys?"
"No, but-"
"They haven't brought food, either. It's my guess they'll get tired and hungry and pull out of here. Trust me. They're purely transient."
Larry sniffed. "I hope you're right. I don't relish the thought of getting into a scuffle with either dude. Neither appears friendly. Who knows what they're liable to do?"
Mike recalled the pounding moments in which the two women were under his observation. He, more than anyone, grasped their potential. Their recent adventure left him in bad shape. He had yet to relieve himself of that pent-up frustration.
Brittany came to Joe's defense. "Joe's correct. None of you want to uproot those stakes and move our tents, do you? Think of the extra work and hassle involved. The spot we chose is ideal. Why forfeit it because of a single encounter?"
"I do like where we're at," Susan said. "It's very scenic."
Larry grumbled. Mike shrugged.
"Then the matter's resolved," Joe pronounced. "Leave that bunch to their own devices. They'll-likely be gone by sunset."
While the others enjoyed the burgers cooked over the makeshift grill, Susan went for a stroll. That motley crew of bikers displaced her appetite. Essentially a shy person, she was unhappy about their invaded turf. Not until she heard their engines shriek in the distance would she again relax.
Conscious of the area the bikers claimed, Susan set foot in the opposite direction. She deplored the thought of stumbling upon one of those leather-clad brutes. Her need for some cleansing air and exercise overrode that concern.
Before venturing into the wilds of Devil's Tail Park, Joe had distributed maps covering its highlights. Susan remembered to bring the one personally prepared for her. Joe emphasized with colored markers the most efficient routes to the waterfall, the fishing ponds and an assortment of wildlife trails. Susan, having a yen for nature, planned to visit each of those sites.
The path she chose to the waterfall sloped progressively upward. Enthusiastically, she tackled it. By the time she reached the top of the steep incline, she elected to catch her breath. Nothing demanded her prompt return; her excursion was solely recreational.
The air tinkled with laughter. At once, Susan knew despite the precautions taken, she had chanced upon their unwanted guests. She scolded herself for having gone that route. Initially, she elected to leave, then hesitated. Thus far she was invisible to them. Curiosity got the better of her.
At the bottom of the waterfall, they romped-without a stitch. The four basked in the sparkling drops that fell from the broken rocks overhead. Naked flesh-muscular and tanned-shimmered beneath the cascade. Susan, scarcely breathing, froze.
The blond whom she'd heard addressed as
Alex held court. The women, Heather and Wendy, paid homage to him. They basked in his smile and individually lobbied for his attention. Susan perceived their fixation with him. Alex's body was an artist's dream: impeccably formed tendons, Olympic-sized biceps, chiseled features. His long blond hair resembled a lion's mane. Minus the red kerchief tied to his head, he boasted a feral quality.
Susan, fearing discovery, receded into the bushes. Camouflaged by leaves, she was almost imperceptible.
Gerry, the dark-haired one, merely grinned at the women's adoration. He seemed nonchalant about attracting their ardor and refrained from participation. His body was of equal impact. His chest was a study of muscular definition, tapering to a narrow waist. Hair densely populated his limbs.
For some inexplicable reason, he warranted her fascination. She could not avert her gaze, no matter how she tried. She pinpointed a degree of roughness about his character to partially explain the magnetism. The rest was left to speculation.
Larry had been, in her opinion, the only male capable of monopolizing her interest. His tall, rangy figure aroused her to the quick. The sight of his long, mouth-filling cock answered a secret yen. Susan loved giving him oral pleasure. It made her feel needed.
Gerry, however, put a spin on that attitude. With his arrogant style, he intrigued her. He silently dared her to consider his profusion of muscles-and more important, his sexual equipment.
Susan, swallowing hard, could not study it at length. Staring at another man's apparatus seemed disloyal to Larry. She fought the impulse. Gerry's casual posture, however, canceled her resistance.
Although she declared her dislike of him, Susan did not move a fraction. She dwelled on Gerry, drinking in his every naked inch. Why she judged him attractive went beyond reason. The crude person he epitomized was one she routinely avoided at all cost.
Gerry's athletic build and shaggy limbs stirred her loins. She silently dubbed him a beast of prey. He possessed traits underscoring that impression. Men of his kind generally held no appeal for her, yet she stayed rooted to her spot, watching.
While Gerry waived the women's talents, Alex clearly craved them. Wendy, the blonde, knelt before him, her tongue poised for action. Heather, the brunette, scooped up her tits and delivered them to his mouth. During Alex's lashing of Heather's nipples, Wendy licked his cock.
Wendy's technique varied widely from Susan's. Her tongue danced over Alex, teasing him into an erect state. She did nothing extra to accelerate his growth. Susan normally sucked hard and steadily, pulling with her lips until Larry assumed his peak size. Wendy did not take Alex in her mouth, but rather slurped him. His dick dripped with her salivary excess. Each curl saw him thicken and develop. Wendy streamed to his balls and bathed them in her bubbly drool. Drawing exotic patterns, she afforded him a shiny coat.
Heather caressed Alex's biceps while he lapped her stiff ends. She moaned as he traced her silken contours. His fingers swerved into her dark bush. He dipped into the pink folds of her pussy. Her cunt smoothly separated to contain his rummaging digits. When he withdrew, his fingertips were wet.
"Oh, God," Heather whimpered before leaning into Alex's face. Her nipple disappeared in his mouth. He fastened his lips about her extended tit, eliciting some sharp cries. Her head flew back, directly under the waterfall. The downpour squelched her cries. Warbling, she seemed oblivious to it.
Meanwhile, he prevailed in finger-fucking her. He sliced cleanly into that receptive cunt, plunging in and out of its squishy center. Her excited snatch made him juicy.
Susan's temperature climbed. Her heart hammered to the danger point. Watching people have sex was new for her. She had been mortified about accidentally trespassing on someone in the past. Surveying the bikers, however, seemed entirely different.
Wendy succeeded in raising Alex's cock to its full height. There was no comparison between him and Larry. He measured noticeably short of her boyfriend, yet she yearned for a piece of it. The man behind the tool spurred her interest. Wendy circled his plump helmet, dabbing coquettishly at the cum slit. Her foamy concoction ran to his balls.
"Yeah," Alex grunted, shrinking from Heather's pointed tip. The conglomeration that dripped from his cock overwhelmed him. Gasping, he clamped the back of Wendy's head while piloting himself into her mouth. His bloated crown vanished behind her lips. Jerking his hips, he enabled her to take him in stages. Her lips slid to the bottom of his dick. When that portion resurfaced, her webs of spittle kept them attached. Alex returned with a gentle nudge, loading that orifice. She enjoyed him, one mouthful at a time.
Susan began to perspire. Wendy appeared accomplished in handling blow jobs. Her familiarity with the sensitive regions of a man's cock seemed absolute. Her manner of taking one titillated Susan-and boosted its desirability. Moisture seeped from her core. Inescapable lust took ownership of her will. Shaking, she twisted the branch in her grip.
Wendy opened up and let him fill her mouth. In and out he went, fitting himself to the trunk. Her lips tenderly diverted him. Alex, sinking into that fluid warmth, controlled her intake. Each subsequent plunge made him all the more slippery.
"Suck me, baby," he groaned, stuffing her face. "Suck me good."
That wall of muscle came in waves at her face. Wendy calmly stroked him with her lips. His tremulous expression described her fanciful clasp. Susan interpreted his digested sensations when he swung into that mouth.
Sweating, Susan switched to Gerry. Heather, using her expert tongue, provoked his rigid formation. She veered away from Alex's plummeting digit long enough to make him serviceable. He yielded to her persistent licks. His cock expanded beneath her wealth of saliva. Gerry was of comparable reach. She flickered over his shaft, increasing its size.
Although he obtained identical stimulation, Gerry seemed detached. He did not clench his fists, nor rock absently on his heels as did his buddy. Heather's slurps merely made his dimensions double, then triple. His dick curved powerfully beneath her administration. She dabbed ardently at his thing, ensuring its inflammation. Her drool trickled from his balls. She swirled over them before backtracking to the domed head, nibbling on its heavy rim.
Afterward, the men ordered the women to lie on the rocks at the foot of the waterfall. Heather reclined first, spreading her legs. Wendy was about to lay parallel to her, but Alex instructed her to mount Heather's face. Wendy's thighs went around Heather's head, then closed the distance. In the same breath, she dove at Heather's cunt.
Susan's cheeks burned from glimpsing two women devouring each other. From her angle, she saw the wiggling tongues sliding into slick crevices. They undulated while exchanging secretions. Wendy's ass rose and fell over Heather's gasping profile. Heather, lifting her hips, pressed herself to Wendy's mouth.
Susan loved getting eaten whenever the appetite seized Larry. Unfortunately, his thirst for cunt sporadically occurred. He much preferred sticking her with his dick, rather than his tongue. Once he emptied himself in her pussy, Larry adamantly refused to put his face near it.
After granting them time to adjust to that position, the men manned opposite sides of the women. Alex got behind Wendy while Gerry situated himself between Heather's thighs. Although tongues blocked the territory they aspired, they stuck themselves into their claimable space. Alex sank into Wendy with a resounding groan. Gerry, lacking emotion, settled into Heather's folds. The girls collectively whimpered while adapting to their men. Slurps punctuated their moans.
Susan never saw the-likes of such decadence. She couldn't turn from the sawing rhythm the men effected, nor the writhing splendor of their partners. Four people simultaneously had sex, feeding off each other's gratification.
Gerry pushed into Heather's cunt while Wendy lapped dutifully at her clit. His cock, displacing her tongue, thrust in Wendy's face. He smashed his pubes against her cheeks. His dick, slicing into that wet snatch, received a swipe of spittle. Heather, no doubt, separately tasted them. His joy, however, failed to register. He went about pumping her, unresponsive to those massaging forces.
Alex's bliss was more visual. His handsome face screwed up as he pounded Wendy's backside. His balls slapped her buns. Seizing her hips, he rode them with authority. His vise-like grip was unmanipulable. The sinew in his body rippled as he repeatedly plunged into her.
Wendy raised herself from Heather's snatch, moaning. Alex's masterful strokes got to her. Unable to delve into Heather's juicy groove, she merely flicked at it. The puckering sounds of cunt rubbing against cock grew emphatic. Her pussy pulled him into her creamy gullet, then gulped him to the root.
"Yeah," Alex hoarsely proclaimed, abandoning himself to her thrilling squeeze. "Yeah, baby."
Gerry, unconcerned about the pleasure she received, cupped the back of her head and delivered her to Heather's pussy. He held her down until her licks resumed.
"Ohhhh," Heather sobbed after it whisked over her clit. She could barely treat Wendy's snatch to the slurps it craved. Her tongue bridged weakly to that thrusting cunt.
Gerry lunged into Heather, cramming himself into her soaked pussy. His balls spanked her velvety thighs. He charged into her, swollen to the hilt. She latched onto him, grabbing his shaft with all she had. He disappeared in her slick clench, then reappeared, greasy.
Susan trembled when he pulled out and showed his stiff cock. Heather whined, begging him to put it where it belonged. After seeing her shake from its vacancy, Gerry lunged into those receptive loins.
After fucking her a few seconds, he yanked himself out. Cum splashed over Heather's snatch and Wendy's winded expression. Gerry exhaled sharply while squirting. He maintained control over his eruption, purposely aiming at the two women.
Alex tore himself from Wendy's cunt and copied Gerry. He shot over her quivering butt cheeks and got Heather's face, too. He massaged himself while spilling the last drops of jism on her backside. Of the two, Alex appeared more enfeebled. He sagged against the two women, striving to reclaim his composure.
Gerry, conversely, enjoyed a swift recovery.
Susan tried to quietly flee the premises. The images she saw left her physically riled. She needed Larry more than ever to help purge the frustration. As she backed away, however, her grip on a branch wasn't firm. The limb swung wildly, causing the leaves to rustle.
Gerry, eyes like a hawk, reached her in flight. Within seconds, he had established recognition. Smirking, he turned so she could see his still-swollen cock. He motioned to the gasping Heather, then gestured for Susan to join them.
Susan, shaking her head, scampered off in the woods. She heard his wicked laughter follow her.