Chapter 5
"Meet me in the tent in five minutes," Brittany whispered to Joe. Her fingers swept purposely over his crotch.
He seized her wrist before she could complete a second pass. Fortunately, no witnesses distinguished the perceptible rise in his shorts. Their friends had temporarily scattered, and the bikers were nowhere in sight. That situation, however, could suddenly change. He wasn't exactly comfortable about whipping out his dick and going for it while pairs of unwanted eyes were trained on them. "Hey, cut it out. We're out in the open. Someone might see."
"like, that presents a problem?" She anchored a hand on her hip. "Are you forgetting that moment of insane passion earlier this afternoon?"
"You took me by surprise-and yes, we nearly got caught."
Brittany giggled. "That's why you found it thoroughly enjoyable: the element of risk." Purring, she brushed against him, strategically dragging her breasts. "Come on, baby. Let's go do the nasty."
He shook her away. "I'm not kidding, Britt. We're not alone on this trip. Get a grip on yourself."
"Don't play the prude with me. You usually take what I offer."
"Jesus, Britt. We just did it by the lake. Didn't that satisfy you?"
His cautiousness irked her. "How do you like that? I'm so horny I could scream, and you get a conscience."
"Don't get sore. Wait until it's dark. We'll venture into the woods-"
She eluded his grasp. "I might not hold out that long. Don't concern yourself. There are a few other men around her that can handle the job."
"Britt-"
"Forget it. This relationship has grown pointless. I'm through with your routine. You're a bore, Joe. Our views don't mesh. You prefer to keep things on an even keel, and I crave excitement. I suppose we've been ill-matched."
"There's no need for petulance."
"I'm putting myself back into circulation, where I'm better appreciated. Take my advice.
Find yourself a nice, simple girl. I no longer qualify."
Before Joe could reverse her decision, she left. Brittany strangely experienced no shred of remorse. The decay had been unalterable. It was miserable to have occurred at the beginning of their five-day retreat, but she was glad things came to a head. Prolonging the inevitable was senseless.
Joe made no effort to stop her. He recognized an attention-getting tactic and elected to ignore her. Brittany sighed. His interpretations were worthless. The final chapter had been written. She was due to start a fresh book with a new set of characters, making certain greater compatibility existed.
She banished Joe from her mind upon seeing Mike Kozlowski. He had no idea she knew he had secreted himself in the woods and saw her fucking Joe. Mike feigned ignorance at the time of the biker's blaring entrance. His periodic twitch, however, had been a dead giveaway.
Mike, propped against a tree, tried engrossing himself in a paperback. He occasionally turned from the printed page, distracted by background noises. He immediately detected Brittany's approach.
Brittany noted his momentary flicker at her tits. She valued his yearning gaze, even when disguised. Mike's desire was transparent. He had no talent for concealing his true feelings.
"Where's Joe?" he instantly asked.
"Back there," she replied, not bothering to edit the contempt from her tone.
"Uh-oh."
"That's right. We had it out-and I'm pleased to announce I'm a free woman."
"You'll patch things up-you always do."
She shook her head. "There's no hope for reconciliation. Joe and I are unsuitable. We always were. I can't explain why it's lasted this long, but I assure you, we've made a clean break."
For Mike, her finality lacked conviction. They frequently bickered. Their spats invariably reached a passionate conclusion.
"You don't believe me, do you?" she murmured, reading his ambivalence. "A lover's quarrel that we will swiftly resolve? Not this time, Mike. I mean business. Joe is history-I've seen to it."
"Put it out of your mind, Britt," he gently advised. "You'll feel differently in an hour."
She sat beside him. Mike was hardly the most attractive man of her acquaintance. His partial baldness and plain looks easily dimmed one's interest. Brittany studied him at length. In a tank top and running shorts, he was appetizing. Mike made the most of his anatomical structure. He boasted well-defined pecs and a flatboard stomach. Those broad shoulders helped form a perfect triangle. His biceps were of commendable size, his thighs rich with sinew. Although thin on top, he had an abundance of body hair.
Having taken stock of him, the notion to explore him intimately struck her. Mentally, she composed an elaborate seduction.
"I will cease thinking of Joe-but not because it may alter my feelings." She dropped a hand to his furry thigh. "Let's just say, there are other fish in the sea."
Mike's features went rigid. Gulping, he was fixed on her swirling digits. She subjected his bare flesh to a barrage of sparks.
"We need to be honest, Mike. I've often wondered what it would be like to have you."
"You have?"
"Certainly." She boldly gravitated to his crotch. The ringlets of hair were comparatively nice to touch. Save for the light matting of his chest, Joe was basically smooth. Brittany longed for new textures, new sounds. Mike unwittingly addressed that craving.
Mike trembled as she interminably made a path to his groin. He failed to create a negative response sufficient to counteract the stimulation he received. That red hair tumbled over her shoulders while those green eyes sparkled with undeniable lust. Her tits jutted at him. He imperatively wanted to enclose them and know their softness. Those silky fingers continued to plod toward that sensitive area. He gritted his teeth while getting hard.
Brittany's hand suddenly retreated. She hooked the top of her halter and pulled it down. Delightfully pink nipples jumped from their domain. Mike's mouth watered at the roundness of her tits. He marveled at their flawless shape.
"Touch me, Mike," she slurred, drawing closer, "with your tongue."
He groped for that last vestige of strength. Unfortunately, his will power had dissipated. The temptation she served was uncontestable. He tilted himself to her proffered nipple. Starved, he wrapped his lips around it. Her taste was indescribable. Shaking, he circled that solid nub.
Brittany cast back her head and moaned. She leaned into his face, causing her fleshy globe to bulge around his mouth. "Suck it, Mike. Yes. Suck my tit."
He obeyed. Her lush, clean flavor washed his palate. He drew strongly upon her tasty nugget, twisting his lips.
"The other," she pleaded. "Suck the other."
Mike switched nipples. Its mate was equally delectable. He ground himself to its foundation. Brittany's sobs excited him all the more. The combination of taste and sound aroused him to madness.
Brittany's hands were all over him. She could not contain the intensification, either. The thrill of a new man propelled her. She appreciated his enduring lust. She acknowledged its evolution, but hadn't the courage to act upon it until now. Free of Joe, she had every intention of exploring all options.
Brittany climbed onto Mike's lap. She rubbed herself against the rigid formation in his shorts. Mike was rock-solid and mar-velously huge. Given his height and limb span, she assumed he was big, but not to the extent he displayed. She slid back and forth on that imposing outline. Her pussy tightened in anticipation.
She slipped under his tank top and explored the fleecy terrain of his chest. Mike had exceptional definition. She roamed the heavy pelt covering him. "I want you," she whispered, shaking. "Here, now."
Mike was in no condition to refuse her. He could not consider his friendship with Joe when caressed by those deft hands. She rotated her thumbs over his nipples, sabotaging any reflection of loyalty. Brittany manipulated his will. He submitted to her hunger.
She lifted herself from his aggravated member. His cock pressed through his shorts, completely swollen. She gazed at its substantial size. He was on par with Joe. Either man could probe her hot, quivering center.
The itch inside her pussy would not diminish. She needed something long and filling with which to scratch it.
Brittany exercised excruciating care in removing the lower portion of her bikini. Hooking the sides, she eased the scant article over her hips. Mike's lips thinned as her furry mound came into view. She meticulously shaved her pubes so no errant strands curled around the skimpy panel.
Mike groaned as her bare bottom settled on his lap. Unable to resist its compactness, he surrounded it with his hands. His fingers sank into its cushiony warmth.
Christ. Never had his dick been so hard. He honestly believed it could snap in half.
Brittany's lips came at him. Mike swallowed roughly as they made their descent. Her tongue quickly followed, wiggling into his mouth. She provoked him into play. Before he could fully respond, the stiff peaks of her nipples stabbed his chest. Her green eyes glittered. He experienced every aspect of her arousal.
Once again, Brittany elevated herself. She groped Mike while exploring the inside of his cheeks. His cock burned against her palm. He pulsated furiously within his shorts. Brittany deemed it nonsensical to protract his frustration. He was in dire need of relief.
She yanked down his shorts. His dick sprang out, tall and dense. He instilled the promise of ridding that ache from her loins.
"You're outstanding," she murmured.
Her fingers coiled about his shaft. Mike groaned as she clenched him. Up and down she moved, priming him for entry. His size kindled her lust. Intuitively, she knew it would be incredible.
The slender fingers wrapped around his cock powerfully stimulated him. Trapped in that sweet vise, he battled an urge that promised to get the better of him.
Mike's complexion reddened. "Wait."
It was much too late. His jism splattered her furry patch. He exhaled sharply, losing control. She watched him squirt, then received his scalding splash.
"Oh Christ," he muttered, looking miserable. His cock began to wilt in her grasp. That orgasm nearly wiped him out. Brittany's masturbatory caress overheated him. He regarded the unhappy result that showered her red bush. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Brittany softly whispered. "I understand. It's been a while since you've had some. Let me take care of it."
Brittany continued pumping him with her fist. Despite the erupted amount, Mike underwent an accelerated recovery. Brittany's expert stroke revived him. He grunted as those fingers, lubricated by his spent seed, glided.
"Oh, yeah," she purred, feeling it stiffen. "This is better. You'll last longer." Her tongue suddenly appeared, taking a swipe at his cockhead. She slurped the creamy ooze he discharged. "Mmmmm."
The lump in his throat precluded speech. Mike surrendered to her slick, stimulating clutch. The sound of his flesh getting greased and the heat it produced restored him to total rigidity. The sight of her erect nipples additionally mesmerized him.
Brittany arranged herself over his bulbous head. Once she tucked it between her juicy cunt lips, she bore down. Mike began to plow through her squishy layers.
"Jesus," he gasped, startled by her liquid heat. That narrow channel immediately put the squeeze on his orgasm-sensitive cock. He weathered her exertion. Her walls crushed him, yet all he could do was push more into that snatch. Brittany, taking hold of his shoulders, steadily absorbed him.
"God," she said, resting on his balls. Mike throbbed strongly in her pussy. His dick entirely stuffed her. She could scarcely move without feeling him lodged inside her. The sensation of pulsing roused her.
Mike's blue eyes dulled. From his taut expression, she gathered he had not been inside cunt for an extensive period. She lifted herself from the thick stem, soared to the mushroomed head, then returned to his base. Mike flinched at every tug and pinch. Her pussy consumed him in an arresting series of twists. His harsh breathing reported his joy. His chest expanded and contracted at her greasy slide. Clearly, he was lost in her clinging folds.
Brittany inspected his feral countenance. Mike's ordinariness vanished, replaced by a fiery passion. His homely features took on new meaning. She liked the transformation, the new dimension of his character. His hunger titillated her. The urgency of his grip and the insistence she constantly connected with the foot of his cock endlessly thrilled her. She especially enjoyed total submersion of that hard thing. He occupied all available room. Ohhhh. She rode out the rush.
Brittany moaned in earnest as those large hands dragged her to that fleshy spike. Ohhhh. It went right up her middle, piercing her jittery center. Arching her spine, she ground her pussy to his trunk. She obtained bliss from those exaggerated twists. His hair-rough thighs served as a backrest, supporting her undulating form. Throughout her journey, she never once forgot the male hardness buried between her legs.
"Oh, Mike," she sobbed. "You feel so good in me. Ohhhh. Fuck me. Give it to me. Don't hold back. Yes. As hard as you can."
Her hips snapped. Her cunt took him in. Mike sweated profusely as she rose and fell. That hot, wet pussy sucked him to the root. He savored its spongy warmth. Pushing his whole thing into her, he felt no resistance. Her wet heat engulfed him. She swallowed him to the balls, then slowly released his dick.
Christ, Mike thought. All that squishy energy fought against him. The friction of those sodden lips was brutal. He barely refrained from shooting.
Brittany inserted her tongue in his mouth. He gave it an eager reception. She pressed her lips to him, freely exploring him. He grew dizzy from her excursion.
All the while, that cunt voraciously devoured him. Withstanding its slick embrace proved quite an accomplishment. She slid back and forth, demanding every section.
Ecstatically, Brittany humped Mike. The juicy noises they produced confirmed her rapture. Their flesh slapped in harmony.
"I'm going to cum," she squealed after feverishly bouncing on him. "Oh, Mike. I'm going to cream all over your beautiful cock."
Her splendor was genuine. He witnessed her contortions. Even in blissful agony, she fiercely aroused him. He endured her sapping tightness, coupled by her wanton cries. He was proud to have brought her pleasure to fruition.
His arms were bands of steel, capturing her convulsing form. She clung to him while spasming. Bearing down, she smothered that rigid monster with her hot, puckering flesh. A delicious turbulence raged through her body. He gave her unimagined satisfaction.
Knowing he was responsible for getting her off made him cum. He violently shuddered, then gushed. Brittany humped his spurting cock, perpetuating its stiffness. Even in orgasm, she sought more of him. He groaned, emptying himself in that milking pussy.
"Yeah," she whimpered, descending moistly onto his upright member. "Ohhhh. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
Over Mike's shoulder, Brittany saw Joe standing behind a bush. His hostile expression resided over her screaming climax. From his tremulous grip on the branch, she perceived his bitterness.
Smirking and defiant, she turned to Mike and bestowed him with soft, adoring kisses. She wished to instill Joe with the sobering finality of having no accountability to him.
With a furrowed brow, Joe watched a moment longer before departing.