by Matthew Lee
Tara dropped him abruptly and jumped back. Niki acted shocked, like she was seeing him naked for the first time.
“Tara! Sean! Oh my God, Sean, you're huge!”
Tara took another step back, crowding Niki.
“Nothing happened!” Tara cried, and then to Sean, “Tell her!”
“Nothing happened.” Sean stated.
“I have to get back to Steve,” Tara babbled.
Niki held her arm. “Steve is snoring, Tara, relax. Sean, finish your shower and join us by the fire. Tara, let's go and don't worry, your secret is safe with me.”
My little Niki was in fact a devil. She'd maneuvered the whole thing. I smiled and dropped from the tree. I actually did need to pee so I made it back as Sean exited the bathroom. Steve had his head on the back of the couch, snoring, and Niki and Tara held full tumblers of Jack on their laps. Tara gulped hers, still in shock.
“We should go,” she blurted, looking Sean up and down.
“Don't be silly,” Niki countered. “It is too dark and too cold to walk back to your cabin now. Who knew Sean's weed would be so good? Stay the night.”
Tara gulped again. I poured myself a half glass. “Yeah, stay.”
Tara gulped again and I poured her another glass. Niki eyed me suspiciously. I winked.
Tara was nice to look at but had way too many neuroses for me. Niki was a nut too but in cool and entertaining ways. I suspected If I fucked Tara I would be looking over a shoulder the rest of my life; Tara seemed pretty clingy. No thanks. Besides, I'm sure she's no fun in bed.
Steve was wiped out. Tara explained he'd started his day at three in the morning, worked all day, and then made the long drive to the campsite. I unfolded the couch into a bed, moving him all around to get it done and he hardly woke at all.
Niki spoke. “We should undress him.”
Tara rolled her eyes. “Can't we just leave him like that?”
“No. I'll do it if you don't want to. I'd want you to do it for me. He'll sleep like shit and wake up stiff and sore.”
I pictured Tara undressing Niki for bed. I liked it. Girl on girl does nothing for me but knowing both of the women involved sounded intriguing.
I started undressing Steve. “He's my best friend. I'll do it.”
The girls sat down and went back to drinking. Sean helped me handle Steve's dead weight. I have to confess, when I got to his pants, I wasn't careful. In retrospect what I did was mean. I'm not even sure why I did it.
Steve has always been shy around me. I've seen most of my other guys friends naked; gym, sauna, or just changing clothes, but not Steve. He always changes in the bathroom. As I tugged down his pants I didn't care if I exposed him. By this time I also was irritated at how difficult it was to undress a man.
As Steve's pants came down his boxers came too, revealing a penis perhaps an inch, inch and a half long. It explained a lot. Niki saw it but said nothing. Tara scanned the group and blushed, and then finished her drink in one last gulp. Niki thoughtfully handed her the bottle. Sean and I got Steve under the covers facing away from us and then joined the ladies in front of the fireplace. Sean produced another joint smaller than the first and passed in around without comment. Tara hit it pretty hard.
When Niki suggested we change for bed nobody spoke. We all just rose to our unsteady feet and went searching for pajamas.
Sean traveled alone so he owned no pajamas. He settled for an extra-long T-shirt that hung to his knees. I went with Boxers and T. Niki went with stretchy booty shorts and sports-bra. Her round ass looked astonishing in those shorts. They followed every curve, over and under. Tara searched and searched Niki's clothes but found nothing.
“All your clothing is so revealing,” she complained. Niki laughed.
“So?” she fired back. “Are your mommy and daddy here? Is the press here? It's just two old friends, your passed-out husband, and a nice man whom you'll never see again. Just relax for one night and pick something. You want me to pick it for you?”
Tara dropped the top in her hand into Niki's suitcase and stomped her foot.
“Yes! I'm too high and stupid.”
Sean and I chuckled and Tara and Niki smiled.
“Okay,” Niki chimed. She selected several items until she had enough and then told Sean and I to sit tight. She led Tara to the bathroom. I debated about heading again for my perch but thought I should save that for special occasions. I wanted to keep that secret.
When Niki and Tara came out fifteen minutes later I had to control my face. Tara wore a pastel blue lace teddy and matching panties. I don't know how Niki convinced her to wear that in front of us but I thanked God she did. Here, at long last, was Tara's hidden body on full display, and it was magnificent. Niki caught me staring but only smiled.
Both girls had let their hair down and Tara used hers to hide her nipples. Her breasts were half the size of Niki's but still more than a handful. I thought at first she had applied make-up but quickly realized the flush in her cheeks and lips was natural. Her heart must be racing. Her lace covered butt looked delicious. She didn't have the overtly sexual body that Niki did, but she was a knock-out in her own right. Tara was much more a gym-rat than Niki and had a hint of toned muscles everywhere. She was thinner and firmer. Her hair hid her nipples but nothing hid her mons except a thin layer of light blue lace.
“See?” I asked, trying to sound perfectly casual. “Now everybody's comfortable.” I casually turned my back on them and casually reached for my drink with my casually trembling hand.
Sean didn't handle it so well. Like she had stared at him, it was his turn to stare at her. He watched her from the bathroom all the way to her spot by the fire. Petite Niki with her curves, busting out of her underwear, and slightly taller, thinner Tara, elegant and refined; the Cheerleader and the Ballerina.
I thought Tara would be uncomfortable with Sean's gaze but a coy smile curled the corners of her mouth. Niki had made her feel pretty and Sean was confirming it, and, obviously, feeling pretty was something Tara felt only rarely. Internally, I grew annoyed with Steve. Your wife should never wonder if she's pretty.
The conversation picked back up and we were off. Time passed. At first I saw Tara glance at Steve often but his snoring convinced her he was out for the count. She relaxed. The alcohol helped. Now she never looked at him at all.
Tara shifted to a more comfortable position leaning on a foot-stool and I discovered the firelight behind her outlined her breast through the lace. It was glorious.
More drink. We finished the Jack and Niki pranced across the room to pick the next bottle. Her perfect ass hypnotized Sean and me. Tara did not like that Niki had stolen all the male attention so she stood and faced Sean, her fists on her hips.
“Am I too skinny?”
Sean drank her in.
Niki walked up and stood beside her, a bottle of Jim Beam Honey on her hip. She leaned on Tara's shoulder, snaked an arm around her waist. “Yeah, Sean, is Tara too skinny? Steve keeps telling her she's fat.”
Double-barreled feminine dynamite.
Jesus, I was actually speechless. I've never in my life been speechless. Those two girls standing there captured everything marvelous and magnificent about beautiful, sexy women. My eyes did not know what or whom to look at first. They made my eyes ache and my heart labor. I don't know what my face or Sean's face did in that moment, but both girls wanted to laugh.
Tara boldly tossed her hair back over a shoulder. It seemed a habitual move, but it exposed her lace covered nipple to us. My penis began to swell. Sean's penis swelled too but whereas mine could be contained within my baggy boxers, his made a tent of his long T-shirt. Both of us sat silently, trying to absorb the gorgeous vision before us. He shifted around, uncomfortable, worried about exposing himself.
Niki walked up to Sean. I went on full alert. She pinched the bottom of his shirt and lifted it until it cleared his erection, and then dropped it on his stomach.
Tara's knees wobbled. She started breathin
g through her mouth; haughty only a moment ago, now suddenly quiet.
Niki looked at Tara and waited, letting Sean's cock do all the seducing. Tara was crumbling right before our eyes. My wife moved behind Tara, looking her up and down.
“It feels good, doesn't it? You made that big cock hard, you sexy bitch. That's your erection. I know how conflicted you are. I know because last night, I was that conflicted too.”
Tara cast a quick, confused glance at Niki but returned her eyes to Sean's manhood. I gave Niki a stern look; she knew I wanted our secrets kept secret.
“It calls to you,” she continued. “It beckons you. Unknown erogenous zones in your mind suddenly light up and come to life for the first time, confusing you. I'm married, it's wrong, I don't care about things like that anyway; but then you discover, you do, and you care very, very much.”
Poor Tara was almost panting. Her exposed nipple, much bigger than Niki's little boy-nipples, had stiffened, standing straight out like the tip of a pinkie-finger.
I kind of hated Sean at this moment. Not one but two hot, young, sexy, and horny as fuck women were creaming their lingerie over him, and all the fucker had done was get hard. Life ain't fair.
I looked at his dick and I guess I saw what they saw, but of course it didn't affect me like it did them. Sean's cock was long and thick, but also tapered and proportional. If a penis can be beautiful, his was. It was obviously superior to virtually every other penis on earth but beyond that there were intangibles; it radiated male power and supremacy. It looked potent. You just knew this cock would impregnate every chance it got, probably on the first try. There was absolutely nothing weak or sickly or imperfect about it.
Yup, I hated him.
Except I really, really liked him. He was kind and thoughtful and generous. He'd had it rough, losing both parents early in life, but held no grudges.
Niki stepped forward and sank to her knees between his legs. She looked back at Tara and waved her forward. Tara hesitated a heartbeat, glancing at Steve, and then Sean had two breathtaking women inches from his hard donkey cock.
Niki asked Tara, “Do you want to touch it again? Like in the bathroom?”
Tara nodded.
Niki asked Sean, “Is that okay?”
“Please,” he rumbled.
Niki took Tara's hand and wrapped it around Sean's girth. Both girl's faces brightened.
“So warm!” Tara breathed.
“So full of pulsing life,” Niki said.
Niki got her started pumping slowly and then took her hand away. Sweet Tara watched Sean's face intently, sure he was about to tell her she was doing it wrong or she was stupid. But of course he didn't. That was Steve's realm, I saw that now.
With each stroke her confidence grew. She began to experiment, squeezing and teasing. Sean loved it and told her so in a constant narration of how much pleasure she was giving him and how beautiful she was and of course she held the rock-hard proof in her hand. She added her other hand, rolling his plump testicles inside their bag, utterly fascinated.
“How many men have you been with?” Niki asked.
“Just Steve.”
Niki held Sean's cock at the base. “How big is Steve when he's hard?”
Tara started a finger at the tip and drew it down, stopping about two-thirds of the way. Sean was almost three times bigger than Steve. Even I almost doubled the size of Steve.
Niki looked at me and then back to Tara.
“Rick only comes to here,” she said, indicating a spot higher than Steve but about half of Sean. Tara's eyes grew big. She glanced at me then back to Niki.
“Still, you're a lucky girl,” she gushed. “That's pretty big.”
“Yes, it is, and I am,” Niki agreed. “But look what we have here.” She waved Sean's dick around and all three laughed. Sean had kept his cool but I knew this attention had to be driving him crazy. He was hard as a rock.
Niki said, “Steve treats you poorly, Tara.”
Tara's eyes filled with sadness. “I know,” she whispered.
Her gaze drifted down to Sean's big piece of meat. I was feeling hot all over. Niki and Tara looked like girls right out of a wet-dream. Tara's left hand still held Sean's balls. She returned her right hand to slowly pumping his shaft. Niki leaned behind Tara and hooked her fingers under the teddy's straps. She lifted them off Tara's shoulders and pulled them down. Tara's gorgeous tits breathed open air. Niki collected Tara's hair in her hand and slowly pushed on the back of her head. Tara resisted, a little, but lowered her face to Sean's cock.
I couldn't take any more and pushed my boxers down passed my knees. My hard dick slapped my belly and I started stroking it.
Tara closed her eyes and allowed Niki to guide her. Niki made her kiss Sean's cock. “Open your mouth,” my wife ordered.
Tara did.
Niki steered Tara up and over the crown. I saw the head disappear into Tara's mouth, her full lips stretching wide to take him. Sean moaned and Niki looked maniacal. She forced Tara's head down and then pulled it back up, leaving Tara gasping for breath. No mercy from our Niki; back down Tara went, deeper than before. Niki only paused because Tara gagged.
I placed another log on the fire and leaned back to watch. This was pure masturbatory fantasy material.
Tara stopped resisting. Niki held Sean's cock and made Tara suck it. She commanded her to lick his balls and stick her tongue in his cum-slit. She made Tara suck hard on the tip and roll his testicles around in her mouth. Sean loved it of course but I believe Tara loved it more. That girl was a born submissive.
When Niki instructed Tara to stand and strip, Tara bashfully complied. We all knew what was coming next and I glanced at Steve to make sure he was still out. Tara looked even better out of the lingerie. She had an athlete's body but nothing too muscular. Her ass bubbled and from my spot behind her I saw the perfect diamond formed by her cheeks and thighs.
Niki made Sean sit on the edge of a chair and Tara straddle him. So hungry to be filled by Sean, Tara impatiently stomped a foot on the rug and whimpered.
“Patience, Sweet Girl, I promise you it will be worth it. Move closer to him.”
I could not believe what I was seeing. I’d known Tara many years and I'd not so much as seen down the front of her blouse. Now her naked swollen pussy was dropping down on Sean's fat cock. I jerked faster.
Niki clamped a hand over Tara's mouth, because she knew. Sean pierced Tara's soaked cunt and Tara cried out, smothered by my wife. Niki held her hand in place while Tara rolled her hips around, trying to get Sean deeper. Once Tara had herself under control, Niki backed away and sat next to me. She slipped a hand into her booty shorts and began to masturbate too.
Sean slow fucked Tara. It took her a long time just to get his huge pole inside but she did. She was frantic for it. Once he was fully seated inside her, she ground her hips against his pelvis, giving herself one muffled orgasm after another. When Sean got close to climax he held her down at the waist and thrust until he pumped a gallon of hot seed up into her womb. I came as Sean was shooting and Niki came shortly after me.
As the passion drained away Tara looked increasingly guilty. She tied herself in a fearful knot. Niki helped Tara get dressed. They threw on coats and then went outside in the cold. They were gone about half an hour and, again, I don't know what Niki said to her but when they came back Tara seemed calm and composed.
Tara put on sweats and joined Steve in bed. Niki put on one of my long-sleeve shirts and boxers and the three of us slept on the floor under the same blanket. I was awakened later because she was bumping me. I followed her arm and found she was fondling Sean's meat. I was too sleepy to complain so I just let her have her fun. She wasn't blowing him or fucking him so I counted my blessings and went back to sleep.
In the morning everyone acted as if nothing happened. Tara relaxed once she understood how we all planned on handling it. I don't know what magic spell Niki cast on Tara to alleviate her guilt but it worked perfectly. Blame it on the
whiskey? Blame it on the pot? Maybe Niki knew Steve cheated on Tara and Tara now felt even? I have no idea. What I do know is those two girls were best friends from that moment on.
We mostly spent the day around camp, hiking up to a nearby waterfall in the late afternoon. Sean stayed in camp again. On the hike back Steve was rude to Tara, as usual, but this time Tara just smiled and ignored him. Niki mentioned she wanted to drive down into the valley and listen to the band at the only bar in town. We all agreed. Sean agreed too once we told him.
As the girls got ready, the guys waited outside. Sean and Steve sat next to each other on a log while I sat on the steps. We talked about cars and sports and politics and the whole time I kept thinking about Steve unknowingly sitting next to a man that had filled his wife with cum just hours earlier. I felt pretty smug until I remembered Sean had also filled my wife. Both women at this very moment were walking around inside the cabin, their wombs awash with Sean's seed. My smugness evaporated. Steve asked if I was feeling okay and I said yes, but no weed for me tonight. They both laughed.
At last we were ready. We took Steve's SUV. It took a while getting down the mountain so it was about two hours later when we pulled up outside the bar, “The Bear Cave”. Steve made a joke about homosexuals probably owned the place but nobody laughed.
Both girls wore black dresses. Tara had borrowed one of Niki's and it was a little big through the body but because Tara was taller, it was the shortest dress I'd ever seen her wear. Her legs looked amazing but she kept nervously tugging at the hem. Steve looked surprised to see her in it but said nothing in front of all of us. I was sure he'd give her shit privately though. Niki's dress was short too and plunged in the front, showing off her big firm tits and the fact she wore no bra, and didn't need to. I caught Tara, Steve, and Sean all staring at her breasts several times.
The bar was packed. It served the town and the mountain, plus the next two communities as well. The parking lot was full and we had to park across the street in a field.
Inside was even busier. Sean grabbed us two chairs, which he insisted Steve and I take so the girls could sit on our laps. The band was already rocking and they were great. Now that he had reception, Steve excused himself to make a few business calls, telling us he'd be back in about an hour. For the next forty-five minutes we kept drinking and dancing.
