by Matthew Lee
Mike and Dean were sly when they checked out the girls but the girls were not fooled. Like most women, they knew what to look for. The men were respectful and neither openly gawked, but both girls knew they'd been checked out from head to toe.
The water was warm and all four of them swam for almost an hour. Dean suggested they should just call this their campsite for the day and all agreed.
Back at the camp they dried off, each couple standing behind their own tent for privacy. Dean made room for Jennifer but did not leave enough room for himself, and Mike was looking right at him when Dean lowered his shorts. Mike's eyes bugged out. Dean had a large penis hanging from his wiry body, anchored by a small thatch of straight black pubic hair. The circumcised head tapered back to an overly-thick and vein-covered shaft, with two large eggs hanging in a pink fleshy bag behind it. Mike stared for a heartbeat and then wondered if Sara noticed too. His eyes darted to his wife and his fears were realized; she'd noticed Dean and her eyes were glued.
The bottom of his stomach dropped out. His wife had her gaze riveted to another man's cock and judging by her expression, she loved what she saw. Dean toweled his legs and back, his big cock bouncing and swinging, and Sara never pulled her eyes away. Dean roughly dried his hair and Sara bit her bottom lip. Mike looked away just before Sara checked to see if he'd noticed, but he looked back at her as she returned her attention to Dean. Sara's face radiated want. Her intense gaze told Mike all he needed to know.
Strangely, after his initial kick-to-the-gut, Mike felt a perplexing and paradoxical rising excitement. For a long moment he was confused until he realized he liked that his wife was enthralled. Suddenly upset, he flipped back the tent flap and crawled inside. His movement broke the spell and Sara looked away. She gathered her clothes and towel and entered the tent with Mike.
Neither gave any indication they'd seen Dean and swapped idle conversation about the swim and dinner. Inside, Mike burned with a bizarre new fire which he did not understand.
Inside the other tent, the mood was very different. Jennifer asked Dean, “Did they see you? Both of them?”
“Yeah. First Mike, and he looked like someone punched him in the gut, and then Sara. Her expression was priceless. I had to cover my face with my towel and act like I dried my hair or they would have seen me grinning. She was practically salivating. If you still want to do this, I believe she'll be easy to seduce. You'll just need to distract Mike.”
“That will be easy. I saw him spying on me while we changed. I let him see my tits and his reaction was like hers. Our innocent little friends are actually horny mother-fuckers and they have no idea we are stalking them. My revenge will be so sweet.”
Dean and Jennifer kissed and Dean once more marveled at his wife capacity for ruthlessness. He did not care one way or the other. This would be the third time Jennifer settled a score with someone, and he'd gotten to fuck new pussy each time. Jennifer loved using her husband's big cock and handsome face to seduce women away from their husbands, while she used her hot new looks to lure husbands away from those wives. Powerless her whole life, constantly teased and victimized, as she saw it, Jennifer suddenly found herself with an effective weapon for striking back at any who'd wronged her.
Jennifer and Dean dressed in dry clothing and exited the tent. Jen started dinner as Dean gathered firewood. After a few minutes, Mike and Sara joined them.
The group ate and drank and talked about other hiking trips as the stars turned overhead. Dean had brought along a bottle of Jim Beam Honey and as it made the rounds everyone further relaxed. They talked for hours and eventually, well after sunset, retired to their respective tents.
Mike and Sara were chatting idly when Jennifer's first moan drifted through their tent. Neither knew what to do. They ignore it and the one that followed but soon it was obvious what was happening.
“Can't blame him,” Sara suggested. “Jen looks amazing.”
Mike chuckled. He found himself surprisingly horny and Jennifer's soft moans only made it worse. Sara was right; Jen looked incredible. He reached for Sara and she responded and soon they kissed deeply. Sara moaned softly too and Mike's excitement grew. His hand cupped her heavy tit and he was shocked to discover she wore no bra. She'd been outside with everyone, sitting around the campfire, drinking and talking, and the whole time she'd been without an undergarment. An electric thrill ran through him. He remembered the way his wife had gazed at Dean's large penis and his electric thrill increased.
Sara kissed him and moved closer. She was horny enough to scream. If Mike had not made a move on her, she would have made a move on him. The sight of Dean's thick member had sent her blood racing and Jennifer's hot and sexy body only added to it. She remembered Jamul's big black dick and Randy hard and moving up between her legs, and shivers coursed through her. She struggled to focus her thoughts on her husband.
She pulled the drawstring on Mike's sweats and pushed his pants down. He moved a leg and his erection flipped up. She automatically compared Mike to Dean and Randy and felt letdown. To hide her disappointment, she lowered her mouth to Mike's lap and enveloped the entire length of him. He bit his fist. In less than a minute he was close to orgasm so he stopped her and pushed her backwards. They ripped her clothing away and Mike buried his tongue far up her vagina. Sara grabbed his head and wrapped her legs around his shoulders.
Thoughts of big swinging cocks filled her mind as Mike's talented tongue drove her crazy. He swirled and cradled and licked and sucked until she was clawing his back. Years ago he'd eaten her on their third date and made her climax so hard she'd cried, and he'd only gotten better with time. He savored his beautiful wife, drank her down, licked up every drop of her. He knew he was good and he loved what he could do to her.
Sara opened her legs wide. Mike was amazed how she offered her pussy to him so completely. She knew what was coming and she was ready to cum hard. He knew exactly what to do to satisfy her and make her happy.
Only this time it failed.
Not completely, as Mike did everything right, everything he always does. He systematically pushed her buttons one after the other. Usually at this point Sara was about to orgasm. Her pussy was on fire and ready to be satisfied, but for some reason Mike could not quite get her there. He increased his efforts and Sara whimpered. It took her a moment to understand, but then she did; just pleasing her pussy was not enough, not tonight, not after everything that had happened to her. Too many highly charged sexual events had occurred of late and Sara craved something more than the usual. She needed to feel a cock inside her. She needed to feel a big hard cock inside her. She needed to be fucked, to be owned.
Sara tugged Mike up to kiss and maneuvered him between her open legs. She found him with her hand and guided him in, her searing heat and wetness jolting him. His hips began to pump her before he realized it.
Sara's head fell back as a deep sigh escaped her; this was close to what she wanted. Mike's hard penis moving inside her felt better than it ever had. She rested her hands on his butt just to feel the rhythmic rising and falling and savored every inch of him. She focused herself on his penetration.
There is nothing like having a man inside you, she thought, closing her eyes.
She remembered Randy invading her cunt with his huge battering-ram and her pussy clenched and convulsed around Mike.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “What was that?”
Sara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of Randy inside her. Her traitorous cunt convulsed around Mike again, seeking that stuffed-pussy feeling once more, twitching with unsatisfied longing. She scrambled to recapture the pleasure of Mike inside her but her inner-slut craved more.
Mike took her sounds and the convulsions of her vagina as a sure sign he rocked her world. He grinned proudly. Sara opened her eyes and Mike started pounding harder. With a supreme effort of self-control, Sara returned her full attention to her husband.
His sweet face brought her back down to earth and she grew increa
singly more excited to have the man she loved inside her. She let go and allowed the sensations to fully rise in her, giving herself up to her passion and the memories of a long wonderful life with him. Her whole body tingled. It felt good, really, having Mike inside her.
The next tent over, Jennifer moaned from deep in her belly. Sara imagined Dean's big cock, rampant and throbbing, pushing up into Jennifer, ripping such a satisfying sound from his woman. The lesson Randy had taught her made her pussy ache with need. Mike pumped faster but he just could not get her over the edge. She shoved him away and climbed up his body, forcing her frustrated pussy into his mouth. He dove right in, licking and sucking furiously, until at last Sara felt a mild orgasm take hold. She rode his face as her pleasure rose and then, too soon, fell.
Mike started jacking off the second Sara mounted his face. As her climax took hold, so did his, spraying hot semen all over her back and his stomach. He came surprisingly hard, given he was not inside her, and the memory of Sara gawking at Dean's cock fueled him. That thought disturbed him briefly, but the intense pleasure of his orgasm soon wiped his concern from his mind.
Sara rolled off him and they lay side by side.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he intoned, already feeling drowsy. The long hike combined with the swim and followed by a strong climax left him fighting to stay awake. He and Sara small-talked for a few minutes but then a warm dark pool opened beneath him and he sank down into slumber. Sara heard him breathing heavily.
Skin rubbing on nylon and a deep growl told Sara Dean had repositioned himself and now thoroughly enjoyed his wife's pussy. Jennifer confirmed this seconds later.
“Jesus, Dean, you feel like a freight-train.” She kept her voice low but in the silence Sara heard her plainly. She put an ear to the tent wall and listened in.
“I know what my girl likes,” Dean rasped.
“Unngh, yeah, you do. I know what you like too. I saw the way you looked at Sara.”
“So what if I did? And you should lower your voice.”
“Relax. Their tent is too far away, and on top of that I heard them going at it, just like us. They have better things to do than listen to me.”
Sara struggled to get her heartbeat under control. Dean had been looking at her? She'd missed that completely. The hissing sound of an ass rising and falling against nylon told her Dean worked his big cock in and out of Jennifer.
“Guilty,” Dean croaked. “She's fucking gorgeous. I bet you'd fuck her too.”
“Hell yes.”
“Then don't give me shit.”
“I'm just teasing you, Baby. I'm sorry. You want to pretend I'm Sara? Just for a minute? Go ahead, Baby. Pretend I'm hot little Sara opening her legs to you.”
Sara heard the hissing speed up. Fire churned in her belly as she realized at that moment, Dean imagined fucking her. How could Jennifer do it? Dean groaned and the hissing came faster.
“God, Dean, your big dick feels so good. She'd love it, you know, Baby? Sara would love your big cock. She'd want to fuck you all the time. Just like I do.”
“I'd let her. I'd never let that hot bitch out of bed.”
Sara chewed her lips. Her pussy grew wet again. She rubbed a palm over a sensitive nipple and swallowed a moan.
God! Dean is fantasizing about me right now!
A glance at Mike showed he was deep asleep.
I wonder if I can see anything?
Sara moved slowly, pulling on a tee shirt and slipping out of the tent and creeping towards Dean and Jennifer. They had a small lantern glowing and had accidentally left a window flap tied back. In the darkness Sara leaned closer. Through the insect-mesh she saw Dean on his knees and Jennifer on all fours. He was behind her and even in the poor light Sara saw that huge flesh log sliding in and out. She covered her mouth with a hand. Dean was huge and intensely hard and Jennifer welcomed every stroke with a whimper. Movement drew her eye to his butt and she realized Dean's scrotum, swollen and heavy, swung in counter-time to his thrusts. His balls were massive.
“Do it, Honey,” Jennifer urged. “Fuck Sara. I'd let you, Baby. I'm not selfish. Every woman should try your cock. I'd share you with my best friend. Say her name.”
“Take it, Sara.”
“Go on.”
“I love your tight pussy, Sara. I'm gonna flood your cunt.”
“Yesssssss....”
Dean pumped harder and faster, gripping Jennifer's hips tight, filling the tent with the sound of slapping flesh. Sara's pussy ached from the erotic sights and sounds. His back slowly curled forward until his head snapped back.
“Here it is! Take it, Sara. Unnnngh!” his voice was a strangled cry.
Sara reeled. Eyes wide and mind disbelieving, she watched Dean flood his wife with a gallon of cum. His hips slowed to draw out the exquisite sensation of sperm flowing but they never stopped. Over and over he shot Jen full of cum. Sara was carved from stone, mouth open, aghast that in his mind, Dean was doing that to her. Not until he slowed to a stop and drop his chest on Jen's back did she remember where she was and dart back to her own tent.
Jennifer and Dean waited several minutes before whispering.
“Did she see you?” Jen asked.
“Yeah,” Dean chuckled. “I saw movement through the window. I'm sure she heard everything too.”
Jennifer pulled away and flopped onto her back. Dean's shaft glistened in the dim light, covered with his sperm and her juice. They both watched as it slowly deflated, drooping towards the sleeping bags.
“You're diabolical,” he stated.
Jennifer shrugged, smiling. “Then don't cross me. Don't make an enemy of me.”
They both laughed.
Back in her tent, Sara considered waking Mike. Dean's big cock sawing back and forth danced in her mind. She was so horny she wanted to scream. Mike had been the only man she'd ever known and he'd always been enough but that was before she'd learned to lust like this. Lately it seemed one sexual event followed another, stoking her fire, giving her no chance to catch her breath.
Mike was enough before I knew what else was out there.
Guilt rose again.
She lay down next to her husband but sleep would not come. She remembered Jennifer's words about sharing Dean and wondered if she could share Mike. The idea made her heart ache. Weeks ago she'd promised herself she'd do it to make herself feel less guilty but now the prospect seemed real. She closed her eyes and imagined Mike with Jennifer.
She felt crushed. No. No way.
“I'm such a selfish bitch,” she murmured. Mike did not move.
No way, she thought. Mike touching another woman would kill me. I'm such a hypocrite. Maybe if I didn't have to see it. Maybe if Mike and Jennifer were somewhere else, like a different room on the far side of the house.
She pulled back the corner of the sleeping bag, exposing Mike's wilted penis.
I can't believe what I'm thinking. How can I even consider this? What has happened to me? It's like something has awakened inside me and won't go back to sleep.
A soft moan floated through the tent. Jennifer and Dean were starting up again. Sara pulled a pillow over her head, imagining what was happening only a dozen feet away. She pictured Dean, erect, holding himself over Jennifer. With perfect timing she heard Jennifer's sighs and moans change as Dean penetrated his wife. The feminine sounds of pleasure tore Sara up, pierced her heart, caused her pussy to tingle and pulse. She held the pillow tightly over her face until breathing became difficult but she still heard Jennifer's cries.
Fuck! It's driving me crazy!
She rubbed her pussy softly, careful to let Mike sleep, but the stimulation was utterly unsatisfying. She slipped a finger in and that helped, but only a little. Surprised by her own wetness, she pushed two fingers deep. That was closer to what she craved but still nowhere near what she wanted. She forced a third finger. Better, but still not what she really craved.
She carefully reached for her cell phone a
nd was pleased to discover she had one bar. She turned the volume off and typed out a text to Randy.
Let me see it.
He replied so fast she knew he must have pictures stored on his phone. She opened the message and there it was; hairy, with his gut showing at the top of the photo, Randy's heavy soft cock dangled before her eyes and sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body. That thing had been inside her. She studied the thick shaft and blue veins, the plump testicles and smooth head.
Those balls make a lot of semen, she thought. It's like Randy is injecting me full of Randy. I carried him inside me for days.
Her phone vibrated.
He misses you too.
Sara chewed her lips. Expanding the photo, she scrutinized every inch of Randy's manhood. The penis had never been her favorite part of a man but it sure was now.
She typed a new message. Now hard.
Again, he responded quickly. She tapped the tiny envelope icon and a new picture filled her screen; Randy, hard as diamond, raised veins covering the surface, helmet-head deep red, massive hairy balls drawn up tight at the base, ready to dump their burden. The arcing spear of beef reached up beyond his hairy bellybutton. She had to breathe through her mouth. Her pussy was wet enough now to make sloshing sounds so she slowed her fingering. The intensity of her desire shocked her. Sudden insight jolted her.
If Randy were here I'd fuck him, right in front of Mike. I wouldn't care!
Her heart hammered under her ribs.
I'm obsessed! I've never been obsessed with anything. I've always been so middle-of-the-road. Tina was right; boring. I've discovered something with power over me and I actually welcome it. It thrills me. I love that I'm haunted by sex now. I want more.
She held her phone in front of her face and gazed at Randy's erection as she worked her fingers deep. Soon the tingling started and she felt her orgasm begin. With her mind filled with the memories of that huge cock fucking her, Sara climaxed silently, her body rigid, her mouth wide open. She imagined Randy shooting her full of sperm and her orgasm jumped up in intensity, cracking her hips and twisting her spine. Stars flashed in her mind. Colors bounced around between her ears.
