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An Extra Touch

By: SecondCircle



This is an entry in Literotica's 2015 Halloween Story Contest. Hope you enjoy. Be sure to cast your vote, and don't forget to check out other entries in the contest. Ah, and... read in the dark with me. So much better in darkness... don't you think? 

****

"Wow, I haven't put one of those up in ages, man." 

I stood back and admired our work. The tent was pretty big, larger than any I'd ever put together when I was younger. Of course, everything I had seen of Andy's so far was better than anything I'd seen before. 

"This only sleeps four?" I asked him.

Andy turned back to the tent and studied it. "I dunno. Maybe six? They are all kinda big and fancy nowadays. I just grabbed it, really."

I smiled. "Damn, 'money bags'. You have any change I can borrow? Or any knots in your sock you don't want?"

He scoffed. "I wish dude. I'll trade you some free time for some money." 

I peeked into the tent flap one last time to make sure the sleeping bags and such were all inside. Zipping up the flap, I found my beer on the ground nearby. It was empty after one last frothy sip. 

"Tell me we still have booze in the cooler," I said. 

"Duh," Andy told me. "We actually need to get that off the boat and take it to the fire. I am not about to fall in the water and drown later because of fetching beer."

He'd already turned and headed toward the bank where his pontoon boat was tied off to a tree. I followed close behind. The large clearing along the bank was almost cloaked in a ring of trees, the perfect spot for camping. I saw that the fire I'd built for our meal earlier was still burning nicely. My eyes drifted to the girls seated around it. Hannah was there, laughing at some story that Becca was telling. Our eyes met briefly, and we shared a smile. 

I couldn't help steal a glance at Andy's wife. Becca was a real talker, completely animated and laughing as she told her story. Something about her made it hard to look away. She had a broad smile, one that made her dark eyes shine. Becca glanced over at us as we passed and I looked away. I could never hold her gaze. 

"The ice shouldn't melt, so the beer should stay cold," I heard Andy say as he climbed onto the pontoon. "It may be a little cool out tonight, but we should be good." 

I stepped onto the boat to help him. 

"Will the boat be alright here with no running lights or anything?" I asked. 

Andy shrugged. "I've never had a problem with it. Fishing boats usually don't come down this way. I don't know why, but they stay away from this channel. Something about bad luck. All I know is I hardly ever see any other boats out here. They stay up toward the river channel, or by the dam fishing the riffraff."

"This is a pretty awesome spot," I said. 

Andy grinned. "It was my dad's. He used to bring us camping here."

As Andy began tossing more drinks in the cooler, I admired the afterglow of the sunset. The sun had left a blaze of orange clouds in its wake. There was hardly any breeze at all, only cool crisp Autumn air kissing my skin. The leaves were trying to turn. Soon they would be a wash of brilliant flaming colors. We'd have to fish here again before Winter, I knew that much. My belly was still full and warm. Everything seemed perfect. 

So why was there a cold lump in my chest? 

"You can cook a mean fish," I told Andy. 

He shrugged. "You're better at catching them. I guess that makes us a good fit, huh?"

"You'll have to tell the girls we're getting hitched."

Andy glanced toward the fire grinning. "I think they've got a little 'bro-mance' of their own going. Might have to pry them apart later."

I watched him shove the last few drinks into the color and shut the lid. My thoughts floated back to the two women at the fire. It felt like a hundred moths were beating their wings in my stomach, drawn to that fire and the lovely creatures that were sitting by its warmth. I felt the craving for another beer, or maybe something stronger. 

"Hey, Andy, you alright with all this?" I said.

He slid the cooler to the front of the boat. "Yeah, man, I wanted to come out here. I haven't had a chance to get the boat out in a while. It needs to be used. This is my element anyway. If I wasn't working all the time we'd take it out a lot more."

I didn't say anything. It wasn't what I'd asked. I stepped back off of the pontoon and took one handle of the cooler. I noticed Andy was standing there looking down at me. 

"You were talking about the girls." He had a knowing look in his eyes, one that could have been a grin. 

"Yeah," I said.

Andy looked off to the fire again. "Never know, man. They could be all talk. But I'm fine with whatever. Becca's right, we need to let loose. Both of us have been holed up at work too damned much. And I know you and Hannah are the same way." 

I only nodded. 

"Hey," Andy said squatting by the cooler, "just have a little fun. Let whatever happens, just... happen. If you don't feel comfortable just say so. This is our vacation, man. It's about living, having fun and all."

"I know," I said. "You're right. I just don't want it to get awkward."

We lifted the cooler and eased it down from the deck of the boat. 

"Tell you what, though," Andy said. 

He opened a compartment and dug through life jackets and nets until he found something. I barely caught the bottle he tossed to me. It was full of amber liquid. I had to chuckle.

Andy hopped off the boat and said, "We could always use a little liquid courage."

****

Nighttime had blanketed everything. Our immediate surroundings were ablaze with firelight, but all around was darkness. I could just make out the tree tops against the sky. I watched my friends through the drifting embers of the campfire. 

We were all seated on two long logs. My arm was around Hannah. There was just enough chill in the air to find sublime comfort holding her. The heat from the fire was a nice and hot on my face. Hannah was still laughing and talking with Becca. The two had been inseparable the whole weekend. I could smell Hannah's long auburn hair. Feeling the effects of the beer, I feared that if I were to nuzzle too close to Hannah I'd fall asleep. The laughter of my wife and our new friends only seemed to make things even cozier.

"Okay, so Hannah," I heard Becca say. "Worst job ever?"

Hannah didn't hesitate. "Oh god, being a waitress. Easily."

"What?" There was that big beautiful smile on Becca's face. "You don't seem like the type to be a waitress!"

My wife lifted her flavored beer. "That was me. During college. The job itself isn't bad, I just had a big hairy pervert for a boss, and the old guys always tried to feel me up in there. It was a diner for crying out loud!" 

"I was actually a cook at one of those type of places," Andy said with a laugh. 

"If you cooked anything like that fish you made earlier, I would gladly have worked wherever you did," Hannah told him. 

Andy only grinned back at her. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I caught the faintest glimmer of a wink in his eye. I noted how Hannah shifted in my arms. 

It was Hannah's turn. Becca leaned around the fire and passed the tall bottle of whiskey to my wife.

"Alright then," she said, twirling the bottle absently. "Andy... what is the hardest decision you've ever had to make?"

"Besides staying married?"

Becca gave him a backhand to the chest and a playful glare. 

"No, no, okay," Andy said chuckling. "Um... probably in Fallujah. A Hajji woman kept approaching our vehicles. We had a cordon around a suspected road bomb and she wouldn't stop walking towards us. I had to make the call on how we handled it."

Hannah took a sip of the whiskey. By this point in the story, she was leaning in, her eyes fixated on Andy. I was picturing the tense scene in my head. I couldn't be sure what Hannah was picturing. 

"She could have had anything under her clothes," Andy went on. "Turns out, her son was hiding in a shed inside our cordon. She just wanted to get him to safety. I was sweating bullets but I'm so glad I made the right call."

Hannah's eyes were still glued to Andy. "Wow. I don't think... I know I couldn't handle that."

Andy shrugged. "You'd be surprised what you can get used to. You seem like a tough chick, anyway. I bet you could handle a lot."

I saw Hannah's smile. It only bothered me when I saw the way she glanced away. I had to get past it. The bottle was passed around to Andy, seated across from me to the left. Before he even spoke, he took a deep draw from the whiskey. He cringed for a moment before he looked over at me. 

"Right. So, my question is for Derrick." Andy coughed. "How did you learn to sing?"

I raised my eyebrows. It wasn't at all what I'd expected. Andy took one more swig of whiskey and passed me the bottle. 

"Mostly in the shower, right babe?" Hannah asked.

I felt my cheeks redden but I laughed with the others. My gaze briefly met with the smiling eyes of Becca. Every time those deep dark eyes were watching me, I felt weak and nervous. I swallowed, staring into the fire to regain thought. 

"No, um... well, I play in a hard rock and heavy metal band," I explained. "I actually play rhythm guitar, but we badly needed a singer. I'll admit I sing okay. So I kinda stepped in to do both. I play the guitar and I sing. Doing that has kinda made me better at singing. I'm personally still waiting for a singer to walk in any day and relieve me though. Until then, I guess I have to sing."

"And scream," Hannah added with a laugh.

Becca spoke. "So you're a lead singer? I've never heard you sing."

I couldn't find sensible words fast enough under that piercing gaze, so I just nodded. 

"And you're in a rock band." Becca's grinning eyes looked me over. "That's pretty... cool." 

Hannah continued by telling a story about the time our neighbors tried to call the electric company to kill the power to our house because of my band. While she and the others laughed, Becca still watched me over the fire. This time, I tried not to look away. It felt like I couldn't breathe. Something about her smile, something about her round cheeks or the warm fiery glow on her smooth features, was so appealing to me. I'd never looked at a woman like that other than Hannah. Her eyes kept darting up and down my body. Her tongue wouldn't stay still behind her lips. She looked to be contemplating something. I blinked away dark thoughts before they could form. That cold feeling in my chest was spreading. 

"You're up babe," Hannah said giving me a nudge. 

I cleared my throat. Holding the bottle up briefly before the firelight, I took a deep drink of sour mash alcohol. Something had to melt this block of cold nerves in my chest. Wiping my mouth, I glanced up. 

My eyes were on Becca. I took a chance.

"Alright, Becca," I started. "What's the wildest thing you've done when you were drunk?"

Becca gave me a little smirk. 

"I fucked another woman."

I froze. The suddenness of her answer caught me off guard. For about ten seconds, the only sound was the crackling of the fire. I exchanged glances with my wife, who only bit her lip and sheepishly looked away. My mouth must have been hanging open. When I stared back across the fire, Becca was leaning in. Her dark eyes were leveled at Hannah and I, darting back and forth. She took a drink of her fruity beer and swept her short hair back over her ear. 

"Or did she not mention it?" Becca teased. 

Andy rocked forward in his chair and stood. "Yep. 'Definitely need another beer."

Hannah turned toward me. "My... my birthday. You and Andy took the kids? Becca and I just... we stayed out remember?"

I blinked. "Wow, I... don't know what to say."

I watched Hannah closely. Her blue eyes searched my face hopefully. She still nibbled at her lip. It was something she did when she was worried, which was normally all the time. I felt her hand around my waist. I couldn't believe it. It was hard to pair my wife's innocent face to what I'd just been told. It wasn't like her. Were they fucking with me? Was Hannah going along with it? 

Becca was still watching us silently. Maybe she was amused. Maybe she was waiting for me to explode. When I met her gaze again, I could only picture the scene in my head. Her lips on my wife's lips. Their bodies pressed together. Hannah had... had touched her? They'd had sex! Becca's smile seemed to slowly grow. I could see the color forming on her cheeks now. Her skin... that beautiful skin had been in my wife's mouth? I shifted in my chair. Already my pants felt a little tighter than they should.

"Derrick?"

I turned to Hannah. She looked me in the eye and raised her eyebrows. 

"Are you okay?" Hannah asked. 

I could only offer an embarrassed smile. "I'm just... shocked is all. I never... I mean you two were hitting it off good, I just...."

"I'd drink on it," Andy said with a laugh. He was motioning to the whiskey in my hand. 

I nodded, still in a daze of sorts. "Right."

The next pull of whiskey I took was deep. I had to make about ten faces to fight the burn down to my gut. I was still nodding, as though to convince myself it was real. Maybe I was nodding to reassure myself I that I was fine.

"Right. Okay," I said. "Well, that uh, that is pretty wild."

I glanced at my wife. Hannah was grinning, almost recoiling, waiting to see if I'd lose it. I only chuckled. She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. 

I whispered when our faces were close. "Is that what brought up... tonight? I mean, is that what got all this started?" 

Hannah's smile spread. "I think so, yeah."

We both turned to realize Becca had stepped around the fire to stand in front of us. She straightened her jeans, which drew my eyes to her bulbous hips and backside. Becca was big but only where it counted. The pullover she wore couldn't hide the artillery she had underneath either. She was smiling down at us. God, that smile... those eyes. 

Becca stepped forward, her eyes on me. "You wanna see wild up close, Derrick?"

I had no time to respond even if I were able. Her grinning eyes came danger close to me before her face turned toward Hannah's. That moment seemed to freeze. It felt like the breath before a deep plunge. I watched her tilt my wife's chin upward. I watched Becca open her lips. I watched my wife do the same. 

I watched their tongues dance before their mouths came together. 

Becca cupped her head. She pulled Hannah into the kiss. Again and again, their mouths would close together, then open for another deep taste of each other. Blood surged through my body. I felt myself growing hard and straining against the seam of my pants. 

Hannah seemed to be unsure where to place her hands. She clutched Becca's arm, then squeezed her leg, then rubbed her own neck and chest. I heard my wife moan into the lips of another woman. That woman... Becca. Her eyes cut over at me while she continued to make out with Hannah before my very eyes. 

Shifting on the log, I stole a glance at Andy. He seemed more amused than anything. Andy calmly sipped from his beer with his forearms resting on his knees. Briefly we met eyes, but there was nothing in his expression that suggested he was uncomfortable at all. 

Becca stood at last. She lingered in front of Hannah for a moment. With the tips of her fingers, she brushed my wife's auburn hair from her face. Hannah's cheeks had turned red. She straightened her back and squeezed her legs together. Was she that turned on by Becca? It was so new to me. I watched her blow out a sigh and fidget on the log. I never would have guessed she had these fantasies... these desires. Had Becca converted her in some way?

I had little time to consider my wife before Becca turned toward me. My entire body locked up. She took one step between Hannah and I, swung a thigh over me, and sank onto my lap. 

Was this happening already? 

I couldn't even gauge my wife's reaction. Becca was sitting on me. She draped her arms around my neck. God, she was so close to me. A sweet scent washed over me. Her head tilted slightly. Her face was inches away. Even with her features shadowed by the firelight, I took in every detail. I saw her tongue gently gliding over her lip. Her cheeks twitched as though aching for another beautiful smile. Her short black hair drifted weightlessly when she leaned in closer. 

Our lips brushed together. It was such a rush. Becca paused. I could taste the strawberry beer in her breath. I couldn't help but shudder. 

When her mouth closed on mine, my entire body flushed warm. Those round cheeks were pressed to my face. She didn't kiss like Hannah. It wasn't better nor worse, just... different. Her tongue dove deep, coaxing my own into action. I could not resist. My thoughts fell away. There was no fire, no Hannah, and no Andy. Just Becca.

She slid in tighter to my lap. Our bodies pressed together. I stifled a moan when I felt her breasts squeezing against me beneath her pullover. I didn't know what to do with my hands! My palms lay on her thick thighs. I wasn't sure why I didn't touch her more. Was it shock? Was I aware others were watching me, and worried what they would think?

Or could I just not handle the feel of cradling Becca's huge ass? 

Our kiss broke. I blinked as though waking up in sunlight. My gaze turned instantly to meet Hannah's. She watched us in what looked like a daze. Her little smile kept growing the more she sized us up. I had expected a look of unease. Hannah appeared to be enjoying it all. 

Hannah must have noticed the concern on my face.

"It's okay, baby," my wife said.

A gentle hand turned my head. Becca's lips were pressed to mine again. One of her hands found mine. She slowly guided my hand up her thigh, around her wide waist, and onto her ass. I gave in a little at a time. I tugged her into my lap. By simple reflex or desire, my hips gave a tiny thrust against Becca. It only made her tongue dive deeper.

It felt wrong... mischievous or sinful. The thrill, however was undeniable. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to hold Becca. Her body was foreign to me. Her every robust curve was mine to discover. Every taste and scent and feeling was refreshing in some way that left me feeling dirty... or guilty.

Becca's head tilted. Her lips explored their way down my neck, where she gently bit and licked at my skin. That was when I caught a glimpse of Andy. I'd forgotten all about him. When he saw me, I all but froze. For several seconds, I waited to gauge a clear reaction. He seemed mesmerized by what we were doing. 

Andy smirked, then gave me a slow blink and a nod. 

His gaze turned. I realized he was now watching Hannah. The hairs on my arm bristled. My wife slowly sauntered around the fire, twirling the bottle of whiskey by the neck. The two of them said something I couldn't hear. Hannah held up the bottle as she came close to him. 

My heart was pounding. It felt different being on the outside looking in. Hannah eased herself onto one of Andy's thighs. She turned up the whiskey before offering the bottle to him. Her arm was around his thick shoulder. His big hand held her by the hip. I could see it squeeze ever so slightly. 

When the two of them kissed, my fingers dug into Becca's blue jeans. It was a delicate kiss, one that allowed me to watch their tongues sliding together. Hannah's eyes were closed, soaking into Andy's embrace. The sight of it ignited something inside of me. I grew tense. Andy was a big guy, and my wife was rather small. Somehow this made me feel even worse. It was like she found comfort in him because....

Becca must have sensed the tension. Her face appeared before mine again, our lips touching but not kissing. She rolled her hips into me and back again. The simple movement made my dick strain against my thigh.



An Extra Touch



Becca smiled. 

"Ooh, I felt that," she whispered into my lips. 

I stole a kiss from her. Becca rewarded me with another deep thrust of her crotch. Any burning thought of Andy or Hannah was doused. My hands craved more. Already they were sliding up beneath Becca's pullover, groping at the smooth skin of her back. We fed from one another. The further I went, she did a little more. Her fingers were teasing the waistline of my pants - dangerously close to my crotch. I wanted her to reach in. 

"Do you want this?" Becca whispered through labored breaths. "Do you want me?"

"O-oh, fuck," was all I managed. 

"Are you gonna give me what I want, Derrick?"

Her fingers slid to the base of my cock. I let out a hushed moan. 

Becca grinned. "Well? Do you want to fuck me or not?"

"Y-yes," I gasped. "Hell yes."

Becca planted a kiss on my lips. Then, she rose from my lap. I looked up at her, bewildered. Becca only grinned.

"Then let's go already," she said. 

Across the fire I saw Hannah draped over Andy. Her ass glided over one of his legs. She was riding it like she was riding a dick. I could tell by the way she clutched his neck that Hannah was really feeling that thigh. At first glance, the discomfort hit me. The more I watched, though, the more I wanted to see. I wondered what it would feel like to watch Hannah take off her clothes, climb onto—

Becca gave my wife's ass a smack. 

"Hey, party in the tent guys, let's go," Becca said.

She and Hannah met eyes and shared a brief laugh. Hannah stood. Becca took her husband by the hand and began leading him into the dark toward the tent. 

My wife looked at me. Adjusting her shirt, she stepped around the fire to stand with me. Neither one of us could hold eye contact for long. I kept looking down into the low burning embers of the dying fire. I couldn't see it, but Hannah was blushing. I could tell by that face she made, and the way she picked at her fingernails. 

We shared an awkward smile. Then, Hannah turned and started walking toward the tent. 

With a breath, I hesitated only a moment before following after her.

****

We walked in the dark. Ahead, I could make out the shapes of our friends. The tent was short walk away from the fire in an area where enough of the growth of the woods was cleared away. I held Hannah's hand. It felt... familiar.

"Well?" Hannah said.

"Well is right," I replied.

She snickered. "Is this how you thought it would go?"

With a smile, I shook my head. "I don't really know what I expected. I know I didn't think things would move so fast."

"That's what it was like with Becca," Hannah told me. "One minute we are shopping and going out to eat. The next thing I knew, she was going down on me."

Just from Hannah's words my cock began to throb. 

"I was too embarrassed to tell you," Hannah said, reading my mind.

"It's just odd picturing you like that with her," I admitted. "But it's actually really hot."

"Are we still going through with this?" She asked.

I looked at her. I could see the concern, even in the dark. 

The image of Hannah riding Andy's thigh at the fire surfaced. The emotions hit one another and tumbled inside of me. The discomfort of watching Hannah all over another guy— my friend at that. The traces of white hot anger that followed as a result. The strangeness of being turned on by watching my wife. 

Then there was Becca. 

Cold nerves shot through my body just thinking about it. I could hear her giggling ahead near the tent. This was actually happening. I could still taste her on my lips. The feel of her flesh under my fingertips, the way her thick round waist drove into my lap, the way our bodies were pressed together.

"Well, we've talked a big game and joked about it for weeks," I pointed out, "and we've already come this far."

"You're sure this doesn't bother you?"

I looked at her. "If we are in this together, I'm all for it, Hannah. I think you were right. We wanted to try new things and be a little wild."

Hannah smiled. "Yeah. This is crazy, huh? We're still young, babe. Let's just, you know... live a little."

I hadn't seen Hannah this rejuvenated in a long time. I saw no signs of the daily stress of work or kids. I only saw the adventurous girl I'd married years ago.

"You guys get lost or something?" Andy called from inside the tent.

Hannah gave me a final nervous grin. I leaned in and kissed her, holding her near the small of her back. 

Then she, stooped low and disappeared into the flap. Becca's face emerged at the opening. That smile stretched across her face. I realized that she wasn't wearing her pullover. She wasn't wearing a top at all.

"Hey, rock star!" Becca said. "Get your smooth kissing ass in here."

She disappeared. I started to steel myself for what was to come. Just before I reached for the tent flap, I stopped. 

I glanced back toward the fire. It was burning so low there was hardly a glow from the embers. The trees were still. I didn't hear any crickets or croaks from the bank of the water. Nothing was moving. Had it been this way the whole night? My nerves were really getting to me. Could I go through with this? Why did I feel so strange? I'd never done anything like this with anyone. It had to be just my nerves. Still, I had the distinct feeling like we were being watched.

After thinking about it, I rolled my eyes and ducked into the tent. 

****

I thought it was dark outside until I got into the tent. There were shapes, the glimpse of and expression, and who was where, but it was really dark in there. I saw one person lying on top of the other — Hannah and Andy. There were the gentle sounds of kissing and the gasps of breath here and there. 

Before I could even think about what was happening, I was being forced onto my back. The sleeping bag felt surprisingly comfortable beneath me. It was the woman that climbed on top of me that commanded my full attention. 

Becca was there. 

She straddled me quickly. Even in the gloom I could see her flesh, and I saw a lot. Becca was topless. In seconds I was breathing hard. Sitting on my lap yet again, Becca slid her hands up my stomach. My shirt peeled upward to my neck. I could barely make out her face, but I could still tell she wore that smile. Her fingers explored my body. She gave a firm squeeze of my broad chest. 

It seemed like Becca was impatient. My shirt was coming off before I could even help her with it. Then we were pressed together. Her dark eyes were in front of mine, peering out from the curtains of her hair. This time, I could feel all of Becca. Her fleshy breasts bulged between us. I could even feel the points of her hard nipples. 

It felt incredible. All of it was so new and alien to me. Hannah's breasts had always been on the petite side. It was what I'd grown used to. Suddenly I had a big breasted, broad hipped woman on top of me, half naked and hungry for sex. I'd seen Becca flirt. Lord knew I'd taken some side glances at her before. I had never imagined my hands to be clutching the arch in her back the way they did now. Never could I come close to the way it would feel for her to thrust her hips against me the way she was doing now. 

Becca's lips found mine again. This time, she didn't tease or hold back. Our mouths split open and she moaned. I couldn't keep up with such a passionate kiss. Her tongue was in control. Hell, her body was in control. I just clung to her smooth skin for dear life. 

I felt her hands diving, her hips lifting... she was fumbling with my belt. It was happening fast. I bucked my hips into her, drawing a wicked little giggle from Becca. She rose up, unfastening my pants and tugging them away. I watched the way every jerk, every hurried movement made her big breasts wobble. 

Becca didn't even bother taking off my briefs. She was back on top of me, hungry for more kissing. Realizing her jeans were already loose, I easily slipped my hands into her pants. I all but melted when I clutched two handfuls of her thick backside. I squeezed and squeezed again, never satisfied with the incredible feeling of Becca's ass. She gave me tiny moans of approval. 

In moments her pants were gone. I couldn't even remember wrestling them away. I'd never forget when Becca slid her panties across my briefs. I blew out a long gust of air, feeling the tender flesh behind those panties firmly gliding over my erection. Becca smiled wider and repeated the process, rolling her hips, grinding my crotch with her own. My cock felt hard enough to burst open. She felt it, too. With each throb, Becca whimpered, bit gently at my lip, or gave a grimace of orgasmic pleasure. 

I heard a loud groan. Turning, I saw that Andy was beside me a foot or so away. He was on his back as well, his mouth open in ecstasy. He was not the one making the noise, though. Andy and Hannah had been even less patient than Becca. My wife was still wearing her shirt, but I saw no panties around her pale hips, only Andy's large hands. 

Hannah was already easing herself onto his dick.

Her hands were planted on his chest, with elbows locked and shoulders hunched. Her hair was in her face, but I saw her contorted expression of pleasure. I'd seen that face so many times. She was showing it to Andy. Slowly, Hannah was sliding downward. I was familiar with that as well. Hannah would wiggle her hips, toying with the head of my dick while getting her self used to the shaft. 

Andy wasn't waiting. 

I watched him give her small thrusts. Hannah's fingers dug into him. Andy groped at her hips, pulling her down onto his shaft until he appeared to be fully inside of her. He gave a final, forceful thrust. It made my wife yelp. Her moaning laughter afterward was the only thing that told me he wasn't being too rough. The hair on my arms was sticking up, though. Hannah really seemed to like the way the big guy handled her. 

Suddenly, Becca was right there beside her. The bigger girl still sat on my lap, but was leaning toward Hannah. Becca took her chin, turned it to her mouth, and kissed my wife. I could only watch in awe. Andy had started to thrust again, slowly bouncing my wife on his cock. Becca was kissing her deeply. Our two friends were all over my wife! 

I began to notice something. This was... turning me on. All of it. The strangeness in my chest... it wasn't because I had major issues with watching my wife with someone else. It was because I liked it. I liked to watch it. Never before had I even wanted to entertain the thought, mostly because I associated the acts with cheating or betrayal. This was just hot. A woman was stealing kisses from my wife while she started to ride someone's cock. 

I was in awe and aroused out of my mind. 

Becca's fingers went into Hannah's mouth. My wife never slowed. She twirled her tongue through Becca's fingers like she was cleaning them of cake icing. All the while, she rolled her waist and thrust into Andy. I knew what he was feeling. She had motions like a belly dancer. Hannah knew how to work a dick. 

Borrowing my wife's tongue, Becca was satisfied. Her eyes turned back to me. Her wet hand slid into her own panties. She rubbed herself and gave little gasps onto the skin of my neck. 

"Put it in me, Derrick" Becca hissed. 

The words had me fumbling for my briefs. Becca was still playing with herself, all while she planted kisses and bites on my neck, my cheek, and my lips. My cock was out. Becca still ground her crotch against me, massaging herself. I decided to help her. My hand was right there in her panties with her, stroking at her warm delicate flesh. 

I felt her lips. I felt the folds of her pussy. I felt her breasts, her thrusts, her breath, her passion, her heat, her hair.... It was a sensory overload. Becca was all over me. The two of us couldn't control ourselves. I stroked my cock while she played with herself, both of us thrusting into each other. 

"God, put it in me," Becca pleaded again. 

She wasn't going to make it easy. She wanted it rough. I tugged her own hand from her panties and pulled the material aside. 

Our tongues rolled together. 

I fought against her thrusting hips and guided my engorged tip to her lips below. The silky flesh left streaks of wetness on my wrist and my cock. 

We moaned together. 

I felt it at last. The heat enveloped the head of my dick. Becca wouldn't stay still. I even heard her chuckle. I clutched her ass and pulled it onto my shaft. 

Becca let out a yell. 

My cock had sank deep. Becca threw back her head. Her pendulous breasts wobbled in front of my face. With both hands, I pulled her deeper. Her body drove down willingly until I felt her ass bottom out at my balls. We stayed like that for a long moment, soaking in the foreign but incredible feel of one another. I could feel myself nodding inside of her. 

Becca smiled down at me and began to rock her big hips. Even the slightest movement drove me crazy. When she drove herself forward, her bulbous cheeks would clench in my palms. The girl had a huge bubble butt. I almost couldn't stand to hold it anymore. 

I slid a hand up the smooth arch of her back and clutched her hair. Just like I suspected, Becca gave me a big grin. 

"Oh, yeah," she gasped. 

It spurred her into action. Her ass came pounding into me. Becca's breasts bounced wildly. The sight of this was maddening and contagious. I hammered my hips upward, meeting her advances with loud smacks. I hadn't fucked this hard in a long time. 

Suddenly, I was being kissed. Confusion hit me at first. I could hardly see, but I knew it couldn't be Becca... could it? No. Hannah was there. I recognized her lips, and that gentle way she took one slow kiss at a time. I let it flow. I cradled my wife's head and returned the embrace. Andy's motions made her rise and fall, like she was drifting on the waves in the ocean. The knowledge of this made my cock throb even harder. 

Becca felt it and rode me harder. Kissing my wife. Fucking her friend. It was nearly too much. I refused to fret over the specifics. It was too much to worry with. We had become one sexy buffet of flesh. So much to taste, so much to feel....

Hannah was pulled away by her hair. Looking up, I watched Becca force my wife's head to her bouncing breast. 

"Oh my god," I heard myself say. 

It must have turned Andy on as well. His every breath became a grunt or moan. We were side by side, watching my wife suck his wife's nipple into her mouth. His hands were on Hannah. My hands were on Hannah. Becca was touching both of us, reclining with her hands clutching our legs as Hannah sucked her nipple. 

I closed my eyes and let the intense sensations consume me. The feelings were everywhere. Becca seemed to get wetter with each thrust. Hannah must have been groping my side. Her fingers were trembling. Her nails scratched gently at my chest. She was feeling me up while licking at her friend's breast. Maybe she was feeling the same overload I was. I could really tell my wife's hand was shaking. Her cold fingers moved up to my neck, where I felt the sharp prick of her nail. 

I blinked. When I looked up, Hannah wasn't even leaning our way anymore. She was grinding herself on top of Andy. They were face to face, grunting and thrusting at one another hard. I rubbed the prick on my neck, wondering if her nails were really that long. Maybe that was Becca. Yet, Becca was still leaning backward, with one hand on my ankle and another on Andy's. 

I took Becca by the waist and pulled her to me. That exhausted smile came right up to my face and we shared another deep kiss. My fingers caressed her silky hair. For a while, I was lost in the deep black of pure feeling again. Our heavy breathing collided. Our bodies slowly rocked together. Becca and I fed from one another's energy, free of though or words, just engrossed in one another's body. 

I felt a trembling hand slip into Becca's hair beside mine. 

When I looked, I realized my wife was now facing us — on her knees. Behind her loomed Andy. He clutched her bent form by the waist, his hips clapping against her. I could not deny the pure arousal I felt. So many times I'd fucked Hannah like that... but watching it being done to her was just... exotic. Her tight ass bounced against Andy's flesh. 

The whole time, Hannah's mouth was searching for Becca's. She pulled Becca's mouth from mine and the two shared a kiss of their own. 

"Holy fuck," I blurted. 

"Look... look at 'em go, man," I heard Andy gasp. 

I almost grew envious of my wife for stealing Becca away like that, but it was such a beautiful thing to see their bodies racked with pleasure while they desperately kissed. Becca's movements grew more frantic, too. I heard her moan loudly into my wife's mouth. Her broad hips began to roll forcefully. I shifted as my cock began to burn. I knew it wouldn't be long. All that flesh, all that passion... I was surprised to have lasted that long. 

Their hands groped at my side. Those trembling fingers of my wife danced over my flesh. She must have really been worked up. Even with all the heat and sweat, her fingers felt so cold. Hannah would squeeze painfully, probably an effect of Andy's thrusts. Her sharp nails dug into my side. I tried to take her hand, to let her squeeze mine to absorb her tight grip. Her fingers slid away. It was like trying to grip chalky paper as her hand disappeared.

I heard a loud smack of flesh. The girls must have started getting kinky. Suddenly, Becca's huge ass popped up and off of my dick. She shifted to my side, then rushed down for a kiss. When our lips were touching, she spoke in a sultry, hushed voice that was as smooth and sharp as wine. 

"Don't go slapping my ass, Rock Star." Her kiss was sweet and sweaty. "You'll get me there too quick and the fun will be over."

Snickering, Becca's face drifted down and away. I wasn't sure what she meant. Andy or Hannah must have given her a good playful slap. Either way I knew a trick to get her worked up. 

I had no time to dwell on the thought. My wet nodding cock was engulfed in heat. Peering down over my chest, I could just see Becca on her knees, bent over my crotch. I felt my swollen tip hit her throat. My hands shot out and clawed for something to grasp. I brushed something cold, probably an unopened beer, before I found the folds of the sleeping bag. Becca was wasting no time. That skillful tongue was all over my shaft, teasing my balls, tickling the tip of my cock.

Hannah was there. Her face came to mine. She started to say something, but Andy's thrust grew more frantic. My wife was only able to moan, again and again, into my mouth. 

Becca groped at my balls. Hannah clutched my neck for dear life as Andy hammered on. Shaking hands explored my exposed midsection. I heard my wife wheezing, hissing against every thrust. Her fingernails toyed and groped my side, my neck, my thigh.... I stared at my wife. Her eyes rolled and her moans grew louder. 

But her hands were both on my shoulders. 

Was there so much happening that I couldn't keep it all together? The sensations were overwhelming for sure. I couldn't tell Becca from Hannah anymore — who was holding what, who was truly sucking or kissing or groping. Hannah must have been exhausted. Her wheezing got louder. She sounded so hoarse. Andy must have done a number on her. Becca's hands explored my thighs. Fingers traced my naval, then back to my crotch. I was in pure ecstasy. There was more wheezing, raspy gasps of breath. I blinked and peered through the dark. I could hear Hannah moaning loudly... but not wheezing. A good, sharp burn began to form in my crotch, but I tried to clear my head of the orgasmic fog. 

Something was off. 

Reaching up, I gripped my wife by her wrists. Both of her hands were on my shoulders, of that I was certain. I bit back a moan when Becca waggled her tongue over the tip of my cock. I felt one of Becca's hands on my shaft, while the other toyed with my balls. 




An Extra Touch



Yet quivering fingers still explored my body. 

"Hannah!" I hissed. 

"Oh, god yes, Derrick!" Was her reply. 

The fingers slid away. 

"No, Hannah, listen to me!" 

Her eyes rolled and her breath quickened. She was getting close. There was no speaking to her. The feelings of ecstasy started to fade into a swarm of confusion in my head. For a long moment I couldn't process it, or bring the thought out clearly in my mind. 

Becca... Hannah was right here, Andy was nowhere near....

One of Becca's hands slid up my stomach, feeling my flesh greedily... and roughly. Still she stroked me. I held Hannah's wrists firmly. My wife was all but screaming, but her voice was not hoarse. I was sure of it. Why did I still hear....

A hand worked beside Becca's, shaking erratically. I felt the prick of a nail again. My brow furrowed. I tried to squint through the dark down toward Becca. About that time I felt another tongue, dry and cold as a stone, slide to my naval. I thought I saw the head, and the stringy hair that brushed my skin.

I did not know who it belonged to. 

"Shit!" I cried out. "Shit, stop! S-stop!"

I scrambled back on my palms. Hannah nearly fell. Becca recoiled in surprise. The tent became a hush of panting and confusion. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Hannah gasped. 

"I... there's something...."

I stopped when I saw my friends' faces. It sounded ridiculous, especially when I saw no one but us. Becca studied me. Andy wore that half smile, like he assumed I was getting freaked out by what we were doing. My wife was there. She had scooted closer, ready to console me it seemed. This close, I could see one of her eyebrows was cocked.

My heart was still flying, and I still felt that coldness on my stomach. 

My eyes scanned the tent. There was a shape overhead. No, just the tarp on top of the tent hanging loose. Silhouettes kept appearing in my head. Were they shadows of trees? Were they just—

"Derrick?" Hannah persisted. 

"Shhh!" I hissed back. 

That sound... Becca was snickering at me. Wasn't she? Or was she whispering? Or was it her? I couldn't quite see her face.

Frantically, I reached for the zipper on the tent flap. Twice the damned thing got caught, but I finally jerked it open wide, allowing what little light I could into the dark tent. I turned and froze. My heavy breath rushed through my nose. 

"Derrick what is wrong with you?" Hannah asked. 

I was about to speak when we all heard it. In that instant the four of us grew still and silent. I heard the sounds again... wheezing breath, followed by a slow groan. Our heads were turning. Was it coming from outside? 

In the dim light of what moon was left, I saw it move. It was just the motion that caught my attention. Then I saw the pale skin draw back into the dark corner of the tent. Becca must have seen it, too. Her eyes grew wide as her head turned to the side. Something was still moving there. I thought I could make out the shape... a head, thin arms, hair....

Then the gaunt face moved forward. Behind scraggly hair, the moonlight glimmered from eyes the color of oil. With a groan, the thing smiled. 

Everyone in the tent flew into motion at once. I scurried out of the flap and across the dirt and leaves. Becca's shrill scream told me she was right behind me. I found my footing and I ran. Where? Where the hell do I go? I only stopped when I reached the campfire. Hannah. I had to see Hannah! 

Gasping for breath, I saw Hannah and Becca stumbling and screaming right beside each other. My wife was wide eyed, spitting curses. 

"Shit! Oh my god! Shit! Fuck!" 

She threw her arms around my waist, her head snapping around toward the tent. I could feel her whole body shaking. Becca's scream echoed through the night.

"Andy!"

It was a terrible realization. A wave of dread washed over me when I saw that there were only three of us. 

"Oh m-my god," I stammered. 

Becca took several wary steps toward the tent. When it started moving, she froze. 

I heard Andy scream something from inside. I couldn't make it out and I couldn't see him through the flap. I'd never heard him scream before. Whatever was happening in the tent caused it to toss and shake violently.

"Andy!" Becca was crying out so loud it doubled her over. "Andy, answer me!" 

Her hands raked through her hair in frustration. I started toward the tent, but Hannah tugged my arm hard. 

"No, no, no, please!" Hannah shook her head frantically. "Don't go up there, don't! Don't go up there! Please!"

The urgency and utter fear in my wife's voice made me stop. I watched the tent as it collapsed. I couldn't just watch. I couldn't! 

Becca took several more steps and screamed for her husband again, clutching her own naked body against the chill. 

"Andy! Please!"

Her call was answered by a sound I knew I'd never forget. I could only relate it to the yowl of an angered cat or a dying animal... but it grew louder, and wilder. The three of us eventually had to cover our ears. It was a groan of torment, distorted by the hoarse rasp of a throat gone dry. The wretched sound made my knees weak and my blood run cold. 

Becca was crying. She stumbled back, but her eyes never left the tent. She screamed again for her husband, only to be answered by another inhuman yowl that seemed to shake the very trees. 

I clenched my fists. Hannah clutched me tighter. 

"God damn it!" I growled through gritted teeth. 

I could feel a lump in my throat and the sting of moisture in my eyes. 

It was then that Andy burst from the tent. He scrambled to free his leg from the collapsed tent. 

"My god, Andy!" Becca shrieked. 

His mouth opened in pain. I saw the reason why in a simple flash as streaks of red split his leg. Andy did not slow. He found his feet and dashed toward us. The single word he screamed was chilling. 

"Run!"

Hannah and I turned and bolted toward the shoreline. The cold dark rushed around my face. Hannah collapsed when her ankle rolled on a branch or rock or some object. I jerked her to her feet and pulled her along, determined not to let her fall. 

We splashed in the frigid water toward the boat. I was already on board, pulling Hannah on to the deck. She wore a look of extreme pain. It didn't slow her down. Becca nearly missed the edge of the boat with her foot. I hoisted her up then my arm shot down to grab Andy. He wasted no time getting behind the wheel. 

"Get us the fuck outta here!" I cried. 

Andy fumbled to turn the key over. The rest of us were scanning the campsite fearfully. Both of the girls were curled in the bench seat clutching one another and shaking. I was panting. I couldn't fucking think straight. 

I felt a surge of relief when the motor cranked up to hum gently behind us. 

"C'mon let's go," I yelled. 

"The fucking ropes and the tree, Derrick!" Andy shot back. 

I cursed but leapt to my feet, working to untie the ropes on the deck. My fingers seemed like knots themselves as I worked to free the boat from the shore. 

"Oh no! Oh god!"

The rope came loose. I turned when I heard the girls shrieking. They scrambled further onto the seats. Hannah was pointing toward the treeline at the far and of the campsite. At first I saw nothing. The pile of material that was once a tent, the logs where we sat by the fire, the huge white cooler... nothing else. 

Until it moved again. 

It was in the distance, far from the boat. But I saw it. A pale body stood by the trees. Could it really have been that tall? Its limbs were too long and scrawny....

"W-what the f-fuck is that?" Becca stammered. 

No one answered her. No one could. 

I saw long hair. I saw a stooped, bent figure. I saw milky skin. I imagined I could still see its eyes. The thought turned my stomach, but not as much as when I watched it... crawl on those bony legs into the treeline. 

"Okay, get us the fuck out of here," I demanded. Seconds later, the boat drifted away from the bank steadily. I heard the motor trim down and roar. The campsite faded from view. 

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All of the lights on the boat were on. No one talked. I gauged by the time we'd spent rushing across the water that we would be seeing the dock soon. It seemed the weekend would end sooner than we thought. 

Hannah and Becca were huddled close. For a time, Becca wouldn't move from Andy's side. She had sat on the deck beside him, clutching his arm like a helpless child. I'd never seen anyone so shaken up before. Andy had finally convinced her to keep warm with Hannah. We were all still practically naked. The wind was slicing through us, but Andy wouldn't slow the boat down. 

The girls were covered in a heap of towels. It was the best we had. My arms hugged my chest. I was shivering uncontrollably, but I kept telling myself that I'd be back in the truck soon, with the heater turned wide open. One by one, I made an inventory in my head, cursing all the things we'd left behind at the tent. Our cell phones were gone, our wallets, and many other belongings. I wondered if I'd ever build up the nerve to go back to that place in daylight to gather what we'd lost. 

I didn't dare entertain the thought while it was still dark. 

I could tell Hannah was exhausted, but she wouldn't let herself sleep. Her eyes looked swollen. Every now and then, she and Becca would mutter something to one another, but I couldn't hear them over the boat motor. I felt terrible for them. They had to be freezing, but they never once complained.

Andy hadn't spoken in a while either. I stared at him, and I could only wonder. The image kept appearing in my head. Those inky eyes in the tent, and that grin, and that awful sound.

And the arm that had clawed out at Andy as he escaped. 

I licked my chapped lips. "Andy?" 

"Yeah." 

It was hard to find the words. 

"Andy, are you still okay? Your leg looks bad."

"Yeah." 

He didn't look at me. I knew I had to try. 

"Did you see anything?" I asked. "Could you tell—"

"No."

Andy's responses sounded brief and final. Each time I had asked. I leaned back against the seat, rubbing my wife's cold swollen foot. Gazing off at the water, I tried hard to erase the scene from my head. 

"Andy?" I said. 

"What?" 

"Maybe we don't fish this spot anymore."

"Yeah." 

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