by Allie Castro
“Okay,” he whispered.
22
Kyle scooted forward, obviously pleased by the answer. His smile glinted wide in his thick beard. “That’s great, Will, that’s so great…” He got close so his knees were touching Heather’s. He put a hand to cup her elbow. She looked at him timidly at first, then began to smile. She folded her arms, let him touch her elbow, then played with her hair nervously.
In a quiet voice, she whispered, “What do we do?”
“We just start,” he said, looking at Heather. “You know, see how it goes...”
“Okay.”
Kyle said, “It’s going to be all about you.”
“Me?”
“Will and I are going to give you every kind of pleasure imaginable.”
Right before Will’s eyes, he could see Heather’s skin tighten to goose flesh. The fine silky hair on her forearms stood up. If she weren’t hiding her chest, he was sure those nipples would be like bolts against the fabric.
“It’s all about Heather now,” Kyle said, his hand on her elbow moving down to touch her hip.
“That sounds nice,” Heather said, and chuckled.
“I bet it does,” Kyle said, getting closer to her. “The first thing I want, Heather...?…”
“Is what?”
“I want to see your body.”
Heather’s folded arms tightened. She bit her lower lip.
He said, “Will you show it to me?”
“Yeah,” she said, but made no move to uncover.
Kyle stroked her arm now, his big hand going up from her shoulder to her elbow. “I’ve been watching you the last couple days out on the river.”
She whispered, “You have?”
“Sure,” he said. “Not ogling you or anything, just admiring. With respect,” he said, looking over to Will. Will closed his legs again, hid away his smaller erection. It throbbed and ached between his thighs.
She said, “Oh yeah?”
Kyle said, “Of course,” then with both hands he touched the narrow of her waist. Heather sat straighter, arms still folded, spine straight, stomach sucked in. She was smiling but bashful.
He said, “You have a beautiful body. Would you show it to me?”
She bit her lip as she smiled wider, relaxing her arms, and Kyle began to work her shirt upward. He said, “When you were out by the fire tonight, I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra.”
“You could?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, slinking the fabric up her body, revealing her tight middle, her tank top turning inside out.
She said, “You were looking?”
“Is that okay?”
Instead of an answer, Heather gasped; the T-shirt pulled up to reveal her breasts, then bunched up at her collar, Heather raising out her elbows to lift her arms. Kyle lifted the shirt higher, eyes glued to her breasts; they swayed gently from side to side, her pink-brown nipples hard as rocks.
“Oh my God,” Kyle he said, “your breasts are amazing…”
Then the shirt was up and off, taking Heather’s ponytail out with it. The shirt was tossed to the tent floor behind her. She folded her arms up again, a natural reaction, hiding her breasts away, squashing their large pillowy shapes against her forearms.
With a sly smirk, he said, “You’re not gonna let me see them?” He took her wrists, opened her arms, revealed them again. Heather’s cheeks blazed. “What an incredible body you have, Heather. God, Will, you’re so lucky.”
“I am,” he croaked.
Kyle said, “I had no idea...”
She asked, “No idea what?”
“You would look this good naked.”
There, her skin was going all goosebumps again. She shivered, her nipples tightening further, protruding from her breasts, a field of bumps around their raised shapes.
Kyle touched her shoulders, let his hands drift slowly down, their large masculine shape looking rough and strong against Heather’s feminine softness. Heather drew in a long breath, her mouth hanging open. He cupped them, lifted them, her nipples against the palms of his hands. He asked her, “Were you watching me?”
“Yeah,” she said in a timid, quiet voice, nodding.
“You were?” he asked, coddling her.
“I did. I was watching.”
“When?” He lifted her breasts, let them drop, squeezed her nipples with the insides of his thumbs. She gasped, arched her back and presented them further to him, eager for his touch.
She said, “When you were… chopping wood yesterday...”
“You watched me then?”
“With your shirt off,” she continued, smiling a little.
He smiled too. “You were watching me?” Caressing.
“I love your body,” she said, Will’s stomach tightening. He grimaced.
“You like my body? What else?”
Heather was mesmerized, this handsome guy with his strong hands on her breasts, his huge erection thrust up from between his legs; her exposed, boyfriend next to her allowing it all to happen…
She whispered, “I like your eyes… You have really nice eyes…”
Their faces came close together, Heather’s eyes closing, their mouths looking to connect. Will’s hands tightened to fists; he was frozen to the spot. Not wanting this to happen, letting it happen, letting the hurt and jealousy wash through him, sick dark pools swirling in his corners...
They kissed. Soft and gentle, their mouths touching each other, Kyle’s lips pressing harder, Heather’s soft plump shapes flattening against his. Their mouths cupped, their jaws worked. Heather gave Kyle her tongue.
But then Kyle stopped, pulled back, a silvery string of spit connecting their lips for a second. “You have a beautiful mouth,” he said. “I wanted to kiss you for a couple days now.”
Heather nodded, sucked her own lips.
He kept her eyes locked, his hands moving down from her breasts to her stomach. Heather stiffened straight again, sucked in her stomach. Kyle tucked the two first fingers of each hand down the front of her elastic waistband. Heather was reluctant for a second. She covered his hands as if to stop him. And in Will there was a sudden disappointment. An urge to dart forward and convince her to continue. But Heather’s hesitation was only momentary. She caressed Kyle’s wrists now as he worked the fingers to the outside of her hips. He tugged downward and Heather rolled back, put her hands behind her and lifted her rump off the tent floor, perfect breasts swaying on her chest. Kyle pulled her shorts and panties downward, Heather demure, keeping her legs together, letting her knees rotate to one side as he pulled them down then over her knees and ankles. Now all three of them were naked...
23
As Heather rolled back to get close to Kyle again, Will made his move. He got to his knees, his small dick thrusted out, hungry for Heather’s touch again. Heather rose to her knees, as did Kyle, his long dick going across her hip, Heather’s hand gripping it. Kyle took her neck in two hands and kissed her mouth again. Heather gasped with passion. Will prodded her stomach with the point of his arousal, cupped a breast, squeezed it, then his hand dipped low between her legs. Her thatch was matted with her dew. His girlfriend more aroused than he’d ever felt before in their eleven years together. When he sunk two fingers inside her, they passed easily into her hot wet core.
He whispered near her ear, “You’re so wet, Heather.”
She gasped again, no way to deny the way she felt.
“I’ve never felt you so wet ever...”
She sighed, trembled; he plunged in an out of her, amazed at her lubrication.
He said, “You want him inside you?”
“Yeah,” she gasped, nodded. One hand clutched his forearm, the other stroked Kyle’s big dick.
“You do?”
“I do...”
“We don’t have any condoms.” Thud. His own dumb words hitting him now; he was the wet blanket. His own words disappointed him. Was he content to let this occur or not?
Heather chewed her lip, eyes
fluttering, coming out of the dream state she’d flown off to while he fingered her and she handled a sexy man’s tremendous manhood.
She looked to Kyle. “Do we need them?”
“You on the pill?”
She nodded.
He smiled. “I trust you. You trust me?”
She looked down to what she held in her grip. Stroked him. Light reflected a shine on the wet of his lubricated cock head. She rolled the foreskin up and over, pondered. “Let’s keep going...”
Kyle kissed her neck, Will took her mouth. The rapid breathing resumed, his girlfriend right back to where she was a moment ago before her buzzkill boyfriend threw sand in their grease.
Kyle kept kissing while she jerked him and Will fingered her. He kissed her cheek, her chin, her neck. Will untied her ponytail with his free hand, let her chestnut hair hang in luscious waves. The whole while, he humped his smaller penis against her side.
Heather moaned, her other hand beginning to caress Kyle’s body. She smoothed her hand on his chest while he still sucked on her neck. She said, “I want you so bad...”
Kyle drew back from her collar so he could look in her eyes. She was urgent, hissing, “No more foreplay, please…”
“I like it when you can’t take it.”
“I can’t,” she said.
Will’s heart pounded, thrusting his fingers in and out of her opening.
Kyle looked her in the eyes, said, “I like to hear you beg.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Lay back then,” he said, and Heather complied. Her knees went out, and she fell clumsily to her rump, her hands pulling on Kyle’s arms, wanting him on top of her. Kyle followed, walking on his knees, his cock thrust straight out, so stiff it bobbed left and right, curled slightly upward.
“I’m so hard for you right now,” he said.
Heather moaned with anticipation, squirming until her head was on Will’s pillow. Will moved aside, staying with her, trying to touch her body, touching her breasts and her stomach, slipping his middle finger along her opening.
Kyle said to Will, “Lay your head on her stomach, put your ear on her belly button.”
He did what he was told, curling next to his girlfriend and resting his head on her. Heather played with his hair, scratched his scalp; he was looking down between her open legs, her knees up. Coming toward them was Kyle’s massive, threatening erection, wagging as he knee-walked closer. Heather’s breaths rushed in his ear. “My God,” she whispered, seeing it coming (wondering what it would feel like, he figured), “oh wow, oh my God…”
The tall River Guide got in place, angled his dick down to stroke against her mound. The belly of his cock scratched against her pubic hair; he pushed against her, his cock head coming to Will’s face. He said, “Get me wet for her.”
Heather scratched at his scalp. Will said, “Do what?”
Kyle said, “Use your mouth, get me wet...”
He repeated: “With my mouth?”
“Tell him, Heather,” Kyle said, “tell him what we want...”
Heather caressed his neck, whispering, “Get him wet for me,” her voice tightened by lust and fear and curiosity.
Kyle asked her: “Get what wet? Tell him...”
Heather scratched Will’s scalp. “Get his cock wet for me, baby...”
He asked again: “With my mouth?” He couldn’t do that, could he?
But now Kyle was leaning forward, pushing that huge cock toward him. It touched his lips, and he opened his mouth. It pushed past his lips, over his tongue. It was hot, smooth, and slick. It pulsed slick, briny fluid; the foreskin retracted. When Kyle withdrew, it pulled closed, the gummy skin stuck on his lips. Kyle pushed it in his mouth again. “That’s it,” Kyle said, “get my cock wet for Heather...”
Heather guided his hand, taking his wrist, and he gripped near the base of Kyle’s erection to steady it. He sucked on the end, not taking him deep, but wetting his glans with a flattened out tongue. Kyle pulsed more lubricant in his mouth. He gagged; continued wetting. Heather helped, using Will’s saliva to stroke Kyle, both of them using their hand on him now.
“Please,” Heather whispered overhead.
Kyle drew back, let his cock slip along through her thatch of pubic hair again, said, “Help guide me into her, put me inside your beautiful girlfriend.”
Will gripped him, leaned forward to watch. He held Kyle’s massive dick with three fingers and a thumb, stroked it up and down his girlfriend’s opening. Heather squirmed, writhing underneath him. Her knees worked in and out, and she raised her heels up Kyle’s thighs, ready to accept him.
Will placed the swollen cock head in Heather’s nest of loosened wet membranes; Kyle eased forward. He pushed a little inside her, but it popped up then, and bounced against her pubic patch. Heather made a sound of complaint, groaning.
“Please,” she said again, and now Will pushed down with his thumb as Kyle drove forward more earnestly. The huge glans disappeared inside her, the first inch thereafter sinking into Heather’s body. Heather cried out a bright sound of lustful joy...
24
Will wormed his way up Heather’s hot body, slunk himself until he was embracing her side, wanting to hold her while she was penetrated by another man. He hugged an arm around her middle, kissed her cheek. Her arm worked underneath his neck, the whole while gasping Oh wow, and So big, and grunting.
When they were together, ready, Kyle pushed deeper. Heather arched her back, complained. “Oh, so big, so big, you’re so big...”
But when Kyle withdrew, she squealed, “Back in, back in,” her voice firm and demanding. Kyle smiled, pushed himself a little deeper. And this time he got over her, arms out on either side of them, his forearm against Will’s back. He was over Heather in the way he’d been over Will. Will knew what Heather would be seeing looking up at his handsome bearded face.
Kyle said, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, “it hurts a little.”
“It won’t,” he said, “we’ll take our time...”
Will watched Kyle’s stomach muscles flexing and thighs twitching as he shimmied his hips slowly from side to side, working himself inside her carefully. Heather’s pussy made wet crackling sounds as Kyle’s cock wedged deeper.
“That’s good,” Heather sighed, “so good...”
Kyle asked: “Does it hurt?”
“It feels so good,” she gasped, thrusting her chin to the tent’s roof.
Will humped his erection against his girlfriend’s hip, caressed her neck while Kyle went deeper. Heather took it, raising her knees up now, then putting her heels behind Kyle’s buttocks. “Yeah,” she said, “more…”
Kyle lowered to her mouth, and when Heather sensed him near, her eyes opened and she kissed him, hooking an arm around his neck, knocking Will’s hand out of the way. He returned it to fondle her breast. Kyle lowered, pushed deeper. “Oh God,” she cried out, “oh God, it’s so fucking big...”
And then Kyle began to fuck her, slow and graceful. Will backed away, Kyle moving his arm to allow it, lowering down now to embrace Heather, holding her tight while he fucked her deeper than she’d ever had it. Will sat by their side, watching. Watching Kyle’s butt go up and down, rolling around, giving Heather intense pleasure. Her cries built, shrieks and gasps; encouragement. She swore. Fuck, oh fuck, and then there were the congratulatory You feel so goods, the complimentary Your cock is so big, so fucking big. All shouted out to the inside of the tent. And as Kyle had reminded them: tents weren’t the same as walls. Their friends could probably hear everything that was happening.
He lowered a leg, gripped his erection, gently stroked himself. Stroking while watching another man pound hot pleasure into the girlfriend he loved. Heather’s nails drew lines on Kyle’s back, over and over, making hash marks on his shoulder blades. She bit at his neck, then bucked. It had been only five minutes of good hard fucking and she was coming. She cried out, groaned to a croak. Her thighs tightened on Kyle,
her arms hooked around his back, her hands gone to trembling fists. Will got close, near her face, saw her eyes squinted to slits, her brow furrowed, her face in a contorted snarl, lips peeled back showing bared teeth. He stroked her hair while she came. She let out a loud choking sound, head thrown back in the pillow. Then she was pumping back. Thrusting her hips against Kyle, eager for more.
But her lover wouldn’t give it to her. Arching his back, drawing up his hips, his round muscular ass rolling away. Heather scooted for deeper penetration, made sounds of complaint. Kyle kissed her neck, bit her collar.
“More, more,” she said.
Kyle kissed her neck still, raised over her. “Don’t forget Will.”
She looked at Kyle, stunned for a second, then her eyes darted Will’s away. She reached for him, he held her hand. “Baby,” she said.
“We’re having a threesome,” he said, the words hanging dumb in the air.
“We are,” she said and smiled. “We are…”
“Don’t forget Will,” Kyle reminded her.
“I won’t forget you,” she said to him, eyes glossy, cheeks rosy.
Kyle said, “Sit up in the pillows there, Will.”
Will sat up, scooted sideways, and Kyle guided Heather to roll over, get on her hands and knees. She straddled Will’s lap, and Will took her face—her perfect fucking face—in two hands and kissed her mouth. Kyle caressed her back, stroked her narrow waist, spanked her ass. Heather liked being spanked. Gasping in his mouth, smiling, groaning. She wiggled her hips. Kyle spanked her again, slapping first her right cheek then her left. Would their friends hear that, too?
Kyle said, “Suck his cock, Heather.”
Heather kissed his chest, and he stroked her hair as she worked lower. Her mouth went over him, began to bob. She took him all the way. Heather wouldn’t be able to take Kyle all the way. And while his girlfriend sucked him, that’s what he fantasized about. Her mouth going up and down on him, he pictured in his mind’s eye his beloved Heather between Kyle’s legs, her head bobbing up and down, two hands on that huge dick.
