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Summertime Lust Ch. 01

By: DirkVanDyck



'By accident' that would be his excuse, an excuse that was as flimsy, sheer and see through as the knickers he was holding. If it got to that point anyway no excuse would truly work he would be caught red handed and very red faced. Mark held the knickers in both hands staring at them as if he had discovered a wondrous treasure of the ages instead of a pair of blue knickers that belonged to his best friend's mother. The noise of good natured laughter from down stairs broke his trance and Mark looked over his shoulder guiltily. He turned back to the knickers and for a moment, for a fraction of a second he came close to placing them back in the drawer, closing it and heading downstairs. Instead he bunched them into a ball and with a hand that shook with excitement and nerves he pushed them into one front pocket of his jeans before pushing the drawer shut and heading back downstairs.

Mark was certain that everyone would know what he had hidden in his pocket, that just one look at him would be enough for his own mother to know that her son was perverted. In the kitchen his mother smiled at him over a cup of coffee, his best friend's mother, Karen barely spared him a look as she grabbed two slices of cake off the work surface and placed them on the table, one in front of his mother the other in the vacant space that she quickly filled. 

James stood by the back door, his foot tapping impatiently waiting on his friend he sighed when he finally caught sight of him "well it's about time,"

Mark walked briskly through the kitchen, hands in his pockets hiding the bulge of the knickers in one pocket as well as the bulge that pushed at the buttons that made up the fly on the jeans, "Sorry," he mumbled as he approached James.

"What did you do, shit out a new continent?" James said as he pulled open the back door.

Karen gasped at the profanity from her son's mouth, had he spoken a moment sooner she would have spat coffee out over her guest, "James! Watch your language."

James held his hands up placating his mother, "Sorry, sorry. I forget that when you were eighteen you never swore."

Karen put down her coffee cup and stared darkly at her son, "You are never too old for a spanking you know."

James opened his mouth the words stuck in his throat, the look his mother gave him made him ponder his response, it would not be beyond her to attempt a spanking in front of Mark and his mother. The risk was too great he swallowed his witty reply then simply said with a sigh, "Sorry." Before pulling the door open and walking through. 

Mark followed quickly behind, he turned, smiled and said a very quick goodbye to both the women at the table, his eyes catching the green ones of Karen and for a moment he found himself wondering what it would be like to be spanked by her then he found himself wondering what it would be like to spank her. He turned quickly as he felt his cheeks start to burn and followed his friend out into the summer day.

It was the fourteenth day of August, nineteen ninety two and Mark and James were two young men filled with the excitement and dread of starting University. For both of them it would truly be the first time they had left home and what made it worse, though both would deny it even under pain of death, they were both going to separate Universities and would miss one another terribly. James would be off to Wales, his once rather worrying interest in the insides of animals had cultivated into a love of Veterinary medicine, while Mark was off to London to study his lifelong love of photography. As they walked down their home street James waffled on about what he had recently discovered about his University which tended towards the girls there, how promiscuous they could be was high on the list they were both eighteen and still virgins.

Mark found his thoughts drifting here and there, a few choice words from James and Mark knew when to laugh, when to smile and when to look as interested as possible all the while he was building up an image in his head of his neighbourhood, a week on holiday here and there was one thing but going away for months at a time...he felt his stomach flip at such an alarming length of time. What was worse and he really found he felt shameful and guilty about it was that he would be away from Karen, a woman who had always been friendly and nice to Mark and a woman who Mark had longed to bed since he discovered the wonders of masturbation at the tender age of thirteen.

"Enterprise to Mark," James delivered a stinging punch to Marks upper arm, "Are you listening to me or not, I'm trying to work out how many girls I'm going to bed within my first term, your mind is required."

Mark rubbed at his numb arm "What makes you think you are going to get even one girl in bed while you're there, so far your hit rate is as high as mine at zero."

James shook his head, "That's not fair I have one in the bag remember." James smiled pushing his thick rimmed glasses up his nose.

Mark groaned, "Michelle does not count," 

"Of course she does, she was in my bed." James held one finger up to Mark's face, "That counts as one." Michelle was a fairly hot property in truth, her hair was a beautiful shade of dyed blonde, complexion was good with only a minor amount of acne, and her chest was very impressive with apparently no real need of padding. Michelle and her family had stayed at James' families' house one New Year's eve, her father too drunk to drive home. They had shared a bed together to optimise the sleeping of two families. Mark had heard the story so many times at first the thrill of it had left him in awe and supplied with months' worth of fantasies but as he got older he realised that it was all a little sad really. Michelle had climbed into James' bed and had claimed to be chilly so James had snuggled up close, he had an erection that had sat nestled on Michelle's toned backside and had done nothing about it! "You know if she wasn't my cousin I would have gone for a tit," James said.

"I know, I know. A tit and then her pussy but she was your cousin so you didn't. That cannot class as 'one in the bag'."

"she was in my bed," James said exacerbated, hands flying in the air then flopping to his side, the argument was one without end and had been raging ever since that faithful night. 

They walked on in silence for a while before something new had taken James' interest and the talk between them eased and became friendly once more. They met up with their small band of friends all in the same boat, nerdy and lacking any skills with the female of the species, outside the local cinema, for the entire length of the movie Marks mind drifted. His walk home that evening was one of torture. He wanted nothing more than to bolt from the cinema, run the three miles or so home and to his bedroom, instead he joked along with his friends, played it easy all the while his brain and his cock were screaming at him to get going.

Mark called out to his parents when he got in through the front door a little after eight in the evening, another call as he closed the door went unanswered just like the first. In the kitchen he found a note on the table, 'gone out for the evening, dinner in microwave x' this had become a weekly thing now that Mark was heading on to greater things, his parents were grabbing more and more time for themselves. Mark called out one more time just to be certain then rushed to his bedroom.

He pulled his curtains closed but left the light off. The summer sun was still high enough to give off enough brilliance to cut through the curtains and bathe Marks room in sombre light. He sat down heavily on his bed and fumbled in his jean pocket for a moment before pulling free the balled up treasure. Marks heart thudded faster in his chest, his check shirt moving rapidly with it. He pulled the knickers apart his body heat had warmed them up during their stay in his pocket. He licked his lips as one hand slipped through a leg hole his fingers dancing across the crotch as he visualised Karen's mound pushing against the blue, cotton fabric. 

He stood quickly almost tripping over his own feet as he pulled at the buttons on his jeans he pulled them down with his briefs in one, well-practiced motion his cock bouncing free, hard and erect before him. Mark quickly knelt before his bed and reached under his hand moving quickly across carpet and dust until the tips brushed across the cool metal of a small lock box. He lifted from under the bed and rested it on the mattress next to the knickers. He cursed himself when he realised he needed the key and grabbed his jeans fumbling with the mess until he prised a small bunch of keys free of a pocket. 

The metal box contained mainly money and gift vouchers, a memento or two could also be found in the form of ticket stubs a leaflet and in particular one photograph that only Mark knew existed. Mark reached in moving money to one side as he pulled the photograph up from the very bottom of the small metal box. It was a photograph he had taken two years previous, it was a funny angle and slightly blurred, not one of his best compositions but most certainly his favourite photograph. 

He was sixteen and for the first and only time James' family had joined with Marks to go on holiday to Somerset together. Though they had separate caravans they were side by side and Mark was treated to more flesh from Karen than he had ever thought possible. Karen was not really known for being a wallflower but seeing her on holiday had opened many new fantasies to Mark. She had a bikini for each day it seemed, most were one piece's that covered her round waist and stomach as well as her ample chest, but the way they clung to her Mark thought she might as well have been naked.

The second day into the stay she had stepped out in a black one piece her nipples clearly erect against the tight material, Mark had rushed back into his own caravan to calm himself down and re-arrange the erection that had sprouted up at the sight. The week had pretty much continued like that, even in the evening her dresses were low cut and a bra seemed to be optional. By mid-week Mark had masturbated more times than he thought possible in such a small space of time, but the best was yet to come.

They had gone to the beach early and located a small clump of sand dunes that afforded them ample sunshine, a great view of the beach and sea and more importantly less chance of people crowding in around them. James had gone off to look for bikini clad girls his disappointment in Mark for not wanting to go had meant he had stormed off in a bit of a sulk. Mark sat in a deck chair a book in one hand his camera resting on his lap he had been reading the same page for the last couple of hours his eyes had strayed constantly to Karen. His interest was piqued even more when she rolled onto her stomach and began to shimmy out of the top half of the bikini. Her pale back totally exposed from neck to the small of her back, Mark was so close he could count the freckles. He kept checking on James' dad Peter as well as his own parents but no one seemed to be taking much attention...that was until the bee turned up.

Karen's shriek pierced everyone's ear's, peter was on his feet in seconds, Mark's own parents were quick to follow, then Karen still shrieking rose up her lowered top momentarily forgotten as she shouted at her husband to get the bee off her back. Mark's breath caught in his throat as Karen had turned, her breasts, pale against her tanned arms and shoulders, jiggled and swayed into view as Karen continued to call for the removal of the bee. Her nipples were dusky pink and hard with the cool air the areola puckered and large around both. Mark's hand was moving before he knew it, finger finding the camera shutter button, he felt the lens whir into life as it defocused and focused he wasted no time and fired one shot, hoping that Karen had been in the frame.

Mark know stared at that picture, developed and printed at college at the end of one day and hidden in the lock box ever since. Her breasts looked so large in the photograph her nipples visible but you could not truly tell how firm they were on the beach, but Mark's memory could fill in those details. He took hold of the knickers and put the now cool material over his hard cock head, he moved them about shuddering with the sensation until the crotch nestled his cock. His eyes fixed on the photograph as he worked his cock. 

He had waited all day for this moment the excitement had been unbearable, he worked his cock quicker letting the material rub against his slippery cock head and hard shaft. His orgasm hit him hard his hips bucked forward pushing his cock head further into the knickers as his cum erupted. He worked his cock with short strokes as it twitched and spurted then dribbled out its contents. Mark unclenched his jaw and opened his eyes, "shit!" he exclaimed huskily noticing the mess he had made of the knickers that were still held tight around his now relaxing cock. He had lost all control at the last moment, he had planned on pulling the knickers away before he climaxed, saving the knickers so they could be returned unsoiled, now he would have to wash and return them at a later date. Mark hoped their disappearance would not be noticed.

"I don't know, aren't we a little old for sleep overs?" Mark asked in a hush tone, the library not surprising in the middle of summer was empty all except a couple of librarians and octogenarians who found some comfort in the old brick buildings cool interior.

"Oh come on, it's not like our sleep overs are anything like everyone else's," James said a little too loudly attracting the attention of one dour looking librarian who tutted and shook her head. James mouthed 'sorry' and lowered his head as he lowered his voice, "I have a couple of new magazines." Mark put his pen down, by magazines he knew that James did not mean White Dwarf or 2000AD, James smiled craftily knowing he had the hook sunk in, "Fiesta and Escort just like the old days."

Mark shook his head smiling resignedly to the fact that there was no way out of it, "Okay, I'm in," and the truth was with James' parents out he would have an opportunity to put the knickers back, he now had them for almost a week and he had begun to worry that their disappearance would be noticed. "At this rate you won't have anything for the girls in university."

James laughed, "unlimited reserves my friend."

Mark thought he had gotten to James' house with time to spare his hope of seeing what Karen was wearing for the evening dashed as James opened the door with a four pack of beer in one hand. The sleepovers had started a few years earlier when they both discovered that what they thought they were doing in their separate rooms was solely there thing everyone else was also doing it. The first time Mark had been quite shocked, James had brought a choice selection of magazines over to Marks house, who at that point was still masturbating to the bra section of a catalogue, upon seeing the adult magazines Mark had decided that James was a God, for a small space of time until he realised he was just a dirty pervert.

The magazines had blown Marks mind, women in various poses, nude for the world and nude for him, wanting him to look and touch he had wanted to get his cock out almost straight away but with James there he had been embarrassed to. James on the other hand, had no qualms he showed Mark a blonde called Jo that he was particularly fond of and then proceeded to undo his trousers and pull his very erect cock out and promptly stroking it his eyes fixed on Jo who was spread out on a bale of hay. Mark had watched fascinated and a little turned on before he too succumbed to the delights of Jo and cautiously joined James with his own cock.

Tonight it seemed would be no different. The model and the magazines were newer but the old motions were ever present. They sat on the bedroom floor the magazines between them. In one hand a beer in the other they held their cocks, the pages turned slowly as there took devolved into pure smut, a particular model would result in a healthy explosion of frantic wanking before they both slowed down and resumed the hunt for 'the one'. By the second magazine Mark was desperate to cum he had edged close to three models already one of his old fantasises had come back to haunt him towards the end of the Fiesta magazine, a selection of wife photographs and he had instantly remembered scouring through these one year trying to see if James' father Peter had snapped a few of Karen and sent them in, sadly he had not or Mark had missed that issue.

"I don't know about you," James was stroking his cock a little faster, his foreskin pulled back from his purple, bulbous head that was slick with pre cum, "But I have to get this out of me," His eyes scanned over the model, a two page spread of a blonde called Adele, large breasts, trimmed bush and a cute 'fuck me' smile. Mark found he was along for the ride and sped up his own pace, "do you think she'd be able to have the both of us?" James asked in a juddering tone.

Mark nodded, "easily and happily." His balls felt heavy and his shaft a hot erect piece of meat in his fist the tip foamy with pre-cum now. "Probably get us both in her pussy," he added through gritted teeth, it was enough to send James over the edge, his friend let out a long moan his legs spasmed as if he was having a fit and his cock head erupted forth a long ribbon of cum, Mark was a few seconds behind his own load erupting forth though with less volume, not surprising seeing that it had been in use almost all week with the aid of Karen's knickers.

For a minute or so they both sat, panting, dribbling cocks in hand watching their mess pool together on the pages of the now ruined magazine. "Ready for round two?" James asked.

Mark had been lying in the silence for a while, he had awoken with a start he was unsure if the laugh he had heard was in his head or if he had heard it. The second muffled laugh confirmed that it was coming from inside the house, he sat up on his elbows head cocked to one side he could hear movement, a mumbled conversation followed by a deep yelp and prolonged feminine laughter Mark smiled to himself, James' parents had come home. He sat up fully in bed and rubbed at the sleep in his eyes, James remained deeply in sleep a soft snore rising from his bed sheets. The muffled laughing continued and got louder as the couple walked up the stairs, through a gap in the door Mark could see the murky darkness turn black as two shapes passed by heading for their room.

Curiosity pricked at Mark and after a minute or two he rose from his bed on the floor and walked on tip toes to the door. He opened it a tiny bit, the crack becoming a chasm further down the hall he could see the yellow light of a bed lamp on in the bedroom. He strained to hear any noise there was something there but he was too far away. Mark bit his lip and looked over at James, the ideal solution was to return to bed and sleep, he had tried this particular little stunt a year or two ago with poor results. Yet he still opened the door further still and slipped out, he moved along one wall pressing against and within a few feet he had reached his goal.

The door was a jar but not by much, the noise he thought he could hear was now far more audible, he pushed the door with his bare foot and caught himself as two figures came quickly into view. He had expected they would be in bed but instead they were stood up, both had arms wrapped around one another kissing deeply. Peter had his back to the door and his shirt was partly off, his trousers a crumpled pile at his feet, one of Karen's hands was firmly on his head the other close to his backside tugging at the elastic waist of his shorts. Mark moved his head trying to catch a glimpse of Karen, but the sheer size of Peter made this difficult to impossible, he could make out her arms, the top of her head and her legs. Legs that held sheer black stockings and piled around her feet the sequin black dress she had worn that evening.


Summertime Lust Ch. 01



The kiss broke for a moment, Peter slurred something into Karen's ear as she nibbled at his shoulder and she smiled and looked up. Mark moved back quickly, she had seen him there was no way she had not he held his breath, closed his eyes and waited for the screaming to start or for the feel of one of Peter's meaty hands to come down on his shoulder. The door opened further, the lamp light illuminating one half of him, Mark scrunched his eyes further shut somehow hoping it would make him invisible, he felt someone move past him, the air shifting around him and then the scent of perfume. And then they were gone, heading up the hallway towards the bathroom, Mark opened his eyes his sudden fear dissolving as he watched Karen walk towards the bathroom.

He could only see the back of her but it was enough for now, her legs were clad in black, sheer stockings that ended at her ample thighs. Her equally ample backside was encased in black knickers and the straps of a bra hooked over her shoulders and under her arms. Her walk was a little uneasy not quite normal, the effect of a little too much alcohol. Mark moved further back and towards the safety of James' bedroom hoping that Peter would not make a sudden appearance. That was the plan yet he found himself moving forward, slipping past the now open bedroom door, a quick glance telling him that Peter was laid out on the bed, waiting or asleep Mark did not wait to see but continued down the hallway.

Opposite the bathroom was another bedroom, this one had been converted into an office its door wide open affording Mark more hiding room he darted across through the door and pushed himself up against the wall, he waited to see if he had been seen before turning and leaning slightly out so he could look into the bathroom. The bathroom door had been left wide open, by accident or on purpose he wasn't too certain and did not really care at this point. The shower was on and the steam from it was quickly filling the room and lazily floating out into the hallway where it evaporated.

Mark felt his cock hardening in his pyjama bottoms, the excitement of what he might see conquering the fear that had welled up inside him. He caught his breath as Karen came into view, her bra was now off, her large breasts hung heavy and round, the nipples soft and dark on her pale skin. She lingered near the doorway looking in the mirror over the sink, leaning forward enough that her breasts hung away from her body and swung gently above the sink. Mark ran has hand across the front of his pyjama's his cock aching to be set free, he wanted to step forward, wanted Karen to see how hard and excited she had made him, how hard and excited she had always made him and for a moment he did start to move from his hiding place until Peter stumbled into view.

Peter stepped into the bathroom delivering a firm smack to Karen's backside that made her yelp and her breasts sway more. He stood behind her kissing her shoulder and upper arm while his hands rubbed her naked thigh just above the stockings, Mark felt a pang of jealousy. Peter leaned forward his drunk, sloppy kisses leaving glistening trails across Karen's shoulders and whispered into Karen's ear, she smiled into the mirror and giggled. Peter wasted no time in pulling Karen's black knickers down. Without ceremony Peter put one hand between Karen's legs parting them as he did so, he rubbed at her pussy while he fumbled with his own underwear finally pulling his erect cock free.

Mark leaned closer in, daring to be seen knowing that he would not get a chance like this again, his cock was now in his hand and he stroked it slowly trying to hold back the desire to furiously wank off to the private show before him. Mark watched as Peter took hold of his stiff, thick and veiny cock and guided it into Karen. There was no finesse to this act Peter seemed to be set at one tempo, hard and fast. Karen was pushed onto tip toes as Peter rammed his cock deep into her. Karen's breasts swung free slapping back and forth as Peter had his way. Karen gripped the sink her mouth a red lipsticked 'O' her eyes closed and head leaning back. Mark was almost clear of the sidewall and door frame, the light from the bathroom catching most of his face, bare chest and cock in hand. Karen chose that moment to turn her head and open her eyes.

He froze, breath tight in his chest, cock suddenly loosing it's stiffness as Karen's hazel eyes stared into his own green eyes. There was nowhere to hide and the longer he stood there the more he felt trapped any moment she would scream and Peter would be on him. The scream did not come, Karen just kept staring a small smile lifting up one side of her mouth as she started to push back her ample backside meeting the thrusts of her husband. Mark could not believe it, was she so drunk that she did not realise he was there or was there more to this, teasing him before unleashing her husband. Mark realised his hand had started on his cock again, his motions matching those of Karen as she pushed back on Peter's cock.

With no surprise and with maximum disappointment for Mark, Peter came quickly. His sheer determination of hard and fast had spurred him on. His hands finding Karen's breasts and squeezing them as he forced himself harder and faster into Karen until he froze, red faced and gasping hips pushed forward Karen now almost clear of the floor as he unloaded into her. He withdrew with just as much care as he had entered her, his cock a drooping mess that still oozed the last of his load. He gave Karen another slap on her now bare backside one with barely any power or thought and wandered back down the hallway to the bedroom.

Mark had managed to slip back to the cover of safety before Peter had turned to walk off, he now peeked his head out slightly, Karen was still in the bathroom but now she sat on the edge of the bath directly facing Mark, that small smile spread on her lips again when Mark saw her watching him. She moved her hands up to her breasts lifting them gently, her smile turning to a smirk as Mark's eyes widened. Marks eyes followed her hands as they travelled down her stomach to her stocking clad legs, along the outside to the knees then slowly upwards on the inner thigh to her swollen labia and the matted dark hair above.

Karen's eyes never left Mark as one finger dipped between her labia, Peter's mess oozing out as her finger explored. Her index finger came out a sticky mess and easily found her clitoris, her legs shook as finger and hard nub met. Mark worked his cock slowly watching Karen play with herself, he ached to be in there with her to be the one whose finger played between her legs but he worried that anything rash like that would break the spell. Karen's hand rotated as her finger, stroked her clitoris and dipped back into her messy hole. Mark could hear the low moan rising over the sound of the shower, Karen's hand worked faster between her legs while her other hand gently played with one nipple then the other.

Mark's own hand was becoming a blur as he drew close to his own orgasm. The soft, deep moan that travelled from the bathroom pushed him over the edge, his hand froze as his hips shook and his cock spasmed in his grip shooting a thick ribbon of cum onto the wall. Karen smiled wider knowing that her young voyeur had orgasmed. She followed soon after, her left leg kicking out in its own free way as the rest of her body shook, one finger buried inside her while her pal pressed against the volcano that was her clitoris.

It was an awkward silence when Mark stepped out of the office and into the hallway, he was a bundle of nerves and sexual energy he was a little disappointed when Karen smiled at him and closed the bathroom door without saying a word, on the walk back to the bedroom he wondered what he or she could have said or what they could have done. Mark went to tip toes as he passed the main bedroom then stopped himself when he heard the heavy snoring from within, Peter passed out. Lying on the blow up bed on the floor, Mark stared up at the ceiling an uncertainty had crept in. How drunk had Karen been, was she even aware that he was really there or worse yet was it a vivid dream and none of it had happened. Sleep took him quickly these questions still in his troubled head the last question was the more troubling one, if it was all real how in the hell was he going to face Karen again?



Summertime Lust Ch. 02



Henry lay awake, dawn had appeared, highlighting the very top of the tent above him. Idly he tugged on his member. The last thing that'd happened the previous evening was Allison sitting up with David, arguing about the bet she'd lost, he was pretty sure he'd also heard voices in the early hours of the morning and as everyone had their own tent it seemed that Allison had finally relented and David had got his night in her tent. 

Henry sighed, he wouldn't have minded a night in Allison's tent. The closest he'd got with her was a quick drunken fumble in the pitch black of a suburban garden at a friend's party. His hand under her top, her hand frantically yanking at his belt and then to his astonishment and delight she'd sunk to her knees, managed to negotiate his cock in to her mouth, sucked and licked it clumsily for a minute and then vomited copiously over his crotch, his jeans, herself and anything in a six-foot radius. That was as far as Henry ever got with Allison. She'd bolted from the party without being seen and the next day, when he'd called to check on her, she'd sworn him to secrecy.

Outside there was the sound of a tent opening, muffled voices and then the wide strides of someone walking through wet grass. Henry abandoned his half-hearted masturbation and pulled on a pair of jeans, scooting forward and out of his tent in to the bright morning.

He stood and stretched in the watery yellow light, his broad shoulders cracking in to place. Looking away up the field he saw Allison trudging towards the shower block clutching a small bag in her hand and gazing around at the surrounding hills. Turning the other way he saw Blake making his way towards the low wire fence which marked the edge of the field and separated it from the bank of the babbling brook.

Henry trailed after Blake, calling out to him as he climbed over the fence.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked.

"Morning swim," Blake called back with a wide smile stretching across his face.

"Excellent idea," Henry replied and began running to catch up.

"It's going to be freezing, you know that right?" Blake laughed as Henry slowed and hopped over the fence.

"Yeah, just what you need after a night like that," Henry said.

"What d'you mean," Blake asked, wondering if he and Allison had really made enough noise for the others to hear them.

"A night in a tent," Henry replied, "I don't know about you but my back is killing me."

"Oh, yeah," Blake grinned.

They'd reached the shallow edge of the water, marked by large flat surfaces of stone edged with flashes of sandy gravel. Ahead was a deeper pool, crystal clear and slow-moving.

"It's not too bad," Blake said, placing his bare foot in the shallow water.

Henry laughed.

"After you then," he challenged.

"OK," Blake replied, sitting on the edge of a boulder and dipping his legs in. "Not too bad at all," he sighed.

"Ha! That's hardly being the first in," Henry sneered.

"I suppose you'd just jump straight in then," Blake said doubtfully.

"Of course," Henry smiled, pulling his jeans off.

He walked to the edge of the boulder and looked down in to the water, then turned and walked back. Waiting for a moment and relishing the look of doubt on Blake's face he kicked off and sprinted over the smooth stone, leaping from its edge and plunging in to the river. It was freezing. He surfaced, gulped down air and smiled at his friend still sitting at the side.

"Fucking freezing," he laughed to Blake, "but at least it gets the initial shock over with quickly."

Blake laughed and stood up.

"Fine," he said, "anything you can do." 

Stretching his arms he looked back towards the semi-circle of tents, halfway between there and him Melissa was picking her way through the grass, staring down at her feet as she went and one hand out to balance herself.

Blake hoped she'd see him jump straight in. He stalled, waiting for her to get close enough.

"Come on," Henry called, "get on with it."

Blake reached down and splashed water over his face then straightened up again. Melissa was closer now.

"Morning Lissa," Blake called to her. She looked up and smiled before attempting to scale the fence.

"Let me help you," Blake said quickly, scrabbling back over the boulders and taking her hand to guide her down.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"I was just about to get in," Blake said, "although it looks a little chilly."

"It does," Melissa agreed, wandering over the rock, sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and waving a greeting to Henry as he surfaced on the far side of the pool.

"Anyway, no use in being a girl about it," Blake sighed, "no offence."

"What? Oh, no, not at all," Melissa replied, watching Henry climb out and fall straight back in.

Blake took a run-up like Henry had and dived in to the water, staying under until he reached the far side and surfacing with a grin to face Melissa.

"How d'you fancy your chances?" Henry asked out the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Blake replied.

"With Melissa. I wouldn't mind having a go myself but I'll step aside for you if you want." Henry punched Blake on the shoulder and gave him an exaggerated goofy grin.

"Ha! I don't need your charity," Blake laughed, "besides I'm kind of working on something else right now."

"Got an infection have you?" Henry joked, "well in that case sir I'll refrain from swimming with you." He laughed and dodged as Blake tried to push him under. "Anyway," he went on, "what's with the helping her over the fence and the dive if you're not interested?"

"Never hurts to keep them interested in you," Blake replied, "you never know when you'll need a plan B."

Blake bobbed under the surface and swam towards Melissa, now sitting with her feet in the water, Henry gave his words some thought before following him. Blake was already asking Melissa how she'd slept when Henry surfaced beside him.

"Not bad," Melissa replied, "not as badly as I'd expected anyway."

Melissa was considered to be somewhat of a princess by the rest of the group and it'd been a considerable shock that she'd agreed to go camping at all. It was only later that they'd discovered that her father was being investigated and under instruction not to leave the country and so she'd been denied her usual summer-long beach vacation wherever the hell it was that'd be fashionable next year. Roughing it in a tent in the arse-end of beyond really wasn't an image her friends could attach to Melissa.

She picked a stray blade of grass from between her toes and lay back on the rock, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the sun. As she lay back her baggy tee shirt rose, exposing her thighs as it went until the guys bobbing in the water caught a glimpse of her skimpy black underwear before she crossed her ankles.

"Why don't you come in and have a swim with us?" Henry suggested.

"Oh no, it'll be far too cold," Melissa replied without moving.

"It's not too bad once you get used to it," Blake reassured her, as eager as Henry was to see that perfect olive skin dripping wet. 

"Besides, I've got nothing to wear," she went on.

Melissa closed her eyes and smiled to herself, wondering when, or if, either of the guys would suggest she swim naked. She pictured them there at her feet, both struggling with the same thoughts, wondering how long the cold water could stave off their erections. 

Camping with her college friends hadn't been what she'd expected of the summer, but as it appeared to be the best offer she'd get she'd decided she'd just have to make the best of it. Arriving later than her friends she'd struggled across the field with a huge hiking bag, watching Allison and Hannah laugh as the boys had tried to erect their tents. As she'd approached she'd watched the sun on Henry's bare, muscular back and had drawn the conclusion that perhaps the summer wouldn't be a complete waste after all.

"OK, which one of you two will be a darling and fetch me something more appropriate to swim in then?" she sighed, giggling as both guys began climbing out and offering to go.

"Not a problem. What is it you want?" Blake asked, standing on the rock and casting a long shadow over Melissa's outstretched figure.

"OK Blake," Melissa began, noticing Henry positively sag at the shoulders, "If you look in my tent, on the right there's a small blue bag, just bring that down. Oh, and try not to soak everything in my tent, thank you."

Blake took off, scrambling back over the fence.

"Why don't you sit down with me for a bit?" Melissa asked, resting on her elbows.

"No, I think I'll just get back in," Henry replied, certain now where Melissa's interests lay.

"Well then I guess I'll just have to swim in this," she said getting to her feet.

Henry's brow furrowed.

"How else am I going to spend time with you if you insist on getting back in?" she smiled, turning and launching herself in to the water.

Henry looked up at Blake as he disappeared towards the tents, then back at Melissa as she circled underwater. With a grin he dived back in.

Henry floated in place below the surface, watching Melissa stream through the water with expert kicks from her ankles, her tee shirt clung tightly around her figure and her dark hair trailed down her back. As Henry came up for air and wiped the water out of his eyes he was shocked when Melissa suddenly appeared in front of him, smiling broadly just inches away from his face.

"Hi," she said, brushing her hair back over her ears. "It's nice in here, isn't it." 

"You're a really good swimmer," Henry replied.

"I was a little worried that this top might go see-through, but it's all right, isn't it?" she asked, edging towards the boulder and pulling her upper body out of the water.

The white cotton was like a second skin, clinging to every inch of Melissa's body, her own complexion clearly visible through it and only the erratic cursive design obscuring her nipples.

"It looks fine," Henry blushed.

"Good," Melissa smiled. "Now stay there, I want you to watch my dive."

She pulled herself out of the water, her skinny arms lifting her body in one fluid movement and leaving her on her hands and knees on the edge of the boulder. Henry looked up, the tee shirt plastered across her buttocks doing nothing to hide the thin strip of black cloth with disappeared between those firm little cheeks and reappeared cupping her lips in full view as she took her time getting to her feet.

"I think you'll like this," she said, turning around to wink before moving away from the edge. 

As Henry watched Melissa came running across the rock and flew down in to the water like a bullet, his gaze followed her distorted form across the pool, circling around and heading back towards him. As she neared him he expected her to surface but instead her hands reached out and grabbed at his boxer shorts, yanking them down before he had time to fight back.

Melissa surface in the middle of the pool, laughing and holding her prize aloft.

"Look what I got," she crowed.

"Give them back," Henry called, expecting the fun to turn to humiliation.

"Come and get them," Melissa replied with a laugh.

As he moved forward she dipped underwater and headed further away. Henry followed her, finding her waiting at the far side where the pool emptied over a low lip of rock and ran as a thin sheet down to the channel below.

"Not putting up much of chase," Henry breathed, reaching out and clutching his shorts.

"Well maybe I wanted to get caught," Melissa smiled.

Without warning her hand slithered around Henry's flaccid member, pulling him closer.

"Whoa," he cried, his eyes wide. 

"A bit cold in here is it?" Melissa whispered, one hand still toying with his cock while the other rested on his shoulder. "We'll have to come back later when it's warmed up a bit."

"What if someone sees us?" Henry gasped.

"We'll have to be quick," Melissa replied, "I expect Blake will be back any second now so if there's anyth-"

Henry leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Melissa's, feeling her lips relent immediately and draw his tongue on to hers. Her hand moved to his back and pulled him closer, feeling his swelling cock brush over the soft skin of her inner thigh as she brought her leg up and around his waist.

"You're perfect," Henry moaned, moving his lips down Melissa's jaw to her neck and caressing it.

"I'm horny," she replied, gasping as Henry bit her lightly.

Henry's hands slipped on to her breasts, rubbing each nipple through the sheer fabric. 

"I want you," Melissa said, crossing her ankles behind Henry's back and pulling him firmly between her thighs.

Placing her hands on his shoulders she raised herself up, his hands instinctively finding her tight little butt and lifting her until her breasts were level with his face.

"I want to suck your tits," he groaned.

Looking over the top of Henry's head Melissa saw Blake reappear back on the far side of the pool, holding her blue bag in one hand. Pretending to stretch up and lean back on the lip of rock Melissa waved Blake away, thankful that he understood at once and turned to leave. Watching him climb back over the fence Melissa pulled her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it up on the the grassy bank to her right.

"Suck them," she ordered, pushing Henry's head down.

Henry caressed each dark little nub in turn, flicking his tongue over them before sucking them in to his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. Melissa loved the insistent sensation of Henry's mouth sucking hard at her, her pert yet small little tits often being of little interest to the guys she'd permitted to come so close. Henry's fingers crept across her buttocks, her naked skin firm under his touch, he wondered how far she'd let him go. Reaching the tight strip of cloth where it snuck between her cheeks he slipped a finger under it, tugging it out and down before tracing back up her crack.

"That's a no-no," she giggled, reaching back to remove his hand from her butt.

Henry realised he'd probably gone too far and tried not to think about how tight Melissa must be.

"I think it's time to get out," she sighed, pulling away from Henry's mouth and lifting her body backwards on to the lip of rock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, well I wasn't going to do anything," Henry babbled, "I was just-"

"Henry, Henry," Melissa said, trying to calm him, "it's just a bit easier to take these off when I'm sitting here."

She rolled the sodden black fabric down over her thighs and plucked it off her ankles, tossing it towards her tee shirt on the bank before spreading her legs and placing one foot on Henry's shoulder.

"That's better," she grinned, "now how about you come here?"

Henry stared at the swollen lips presented to him, bordered by smooth olive thighs and topped by a thin 'V' of stubble. 

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "usually I wax, but I wasn't expecting company this week."

Henry could only shake his head as he edged closer. Watching him with a smile Melissa reached down and spread open her lips with two fingers, revealing her luscious pink interior. Shuffling forward on the lip of rock she spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them at the knee to guide Henry in with her feet behind his shoulders.

"Now you be a good boy and eat me," she sighed, letting her upper body fall until she lay on her back in the water pouring over the lip.

Melissa stretched her arms over her head and stared up at the sky, feeling Henry's hot breath coming in short gusts over her waiting pussy. She loved this feeling, being totally open, free to the air, exposed entirely as she waited with anticipation for the first touch. It seemed that so much of her life was about image and social convention, it was all front and no substance, but out here in god-knows-where, stretched out naked on a rock with a friend of sorts breathing over her delicate lips, this was real. Usually, when she let a guy get this close, and if he'd even agreed to go down on her, he'd be stuck in by now, all rough fingers and clumsy tongue making a bee-line for her climax. Faceless, one-time only sex, that's what she'd come to expect and to a small extent desire. In welcome contrast Henry's fingers were lightly inching closer on the apex of her thighs.

"No need to be so timid," Melissa giggled, "how about a kiss?"

Henry leaned in closer, feeling the warmth radiating from Melissa, his palms on her thighs, his head turning and placing his lips between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the wet skin. He moved his mouth closer, kissing higher on Melissa's thigh, her heat on his cheek, then higher, on the curve, her scent filling his nostrils. He turned further, those lips were closed once more now Melissa had stretched her arms up. Henry peeled open the petals with two fingers, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.

"You smell so good," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Let's hope I taste as good," Melissa sighed happily, her mind editing Henry's voice in to that of a stranger.

The sun was beginning to heat up, the surface of the rock either side of the fast-flowing stream she lay in was warm to the touch. Between her thighs she felt Henry's tentative touch of her lips, his fingertips spreading her open gently and his mouth descending to the exposed fleshy interior, his lips on her, his stubble rough against her smooth skin but his movements and caresses nothing if not tender. She felt herself moisten with the first touch of his mouth, his lips holding her open while his tongue made a cursory exploration of her undulating folds, ascending to her ultra-sensitive little peaked hood.

Henry probed at Melissa's hood with the tip of his tongue, feeling her lips twitch as she gave a quiet, satisfied gasp. He ran his tongue back down her lips, stopping to kiss and tease the skin back and forth between his lips before ascending again and coaxing her clit out with tiny laps of his tongue. As it began to emerge he abandoned it once more, lowering his tongue and probing deeper between her lips, his nose pressing above the apex and his exhaled breath washing down over her firm little nub. Above him Melissa gasped again, urgently now as he tunnelled his tongue determinedly to her interior, revelling in the sweet ooze of her juice.

Reaching down with one hand Melissa pulled Henry's face in closer, grinding down against him, her clitoris riding against his rough upper lip.

Not failing to sense the sudden urgency of Melissa's lust Henry pulled back, holding her grasping hand aside until she relented and raised it once more above her head. Satisfied that he might continue at his own pace he approached once more, the delicate pink lips now swollen and deep red, the firm little bud fully exposed from its hood and begging to be attended to. Henry tilted his head and sucked the hot lips between his own, his tongue teasing them back and forth as Melissa groaned through gritted teeth above him.

"That's it darling," she stuttered, "eat my pussy, fuck it's good."

In her head she made a note of the anonymity she'd attributed to the man between her thighs, refusing to call him by name and thus make a conscious acknowledgement of it being a friend of a friend, someone she spoke to fairly frequently and would have to look in the eye numerous times in the near future. 

"You like it?" Henry asked, his voice breaking Melissa's already unfocused train of thought.

Melissa reached down and pressed his head hard between her lips, muffling his next sentence and simultaneously sending his voice vibrating through her. She squirmed against him, the unexpected addition to his repertoire surprising and delighting her.

"Fuck that's good," she said, raising her head and looking down for the first time.

Henry's eyes stared back up at her and the spell was broken, there was no pretence of anonymity any more, it was Henry, friend of Allison, friend of Hannah, best friend of best friend, Henry. As her mind attempted to rationalise the feeling her lust twitched and writhed, her juices flowed and Henry's tongue dived back in, his eyes still locked on hers, hunger and determination burning in his stare. He moved his lips up, puckering them around her clit and sucking it with increasing efficacy. 




Summertime Lust Ch. 02



Mark found avoiding Karen was far easier than he thought it would have been. After about four days he started to wonder if Karen was, in fact, avoiding him too. The idea of that made him a little disappointed, he was not expecting to find Karen waiting round every corner trying to rip his clothes from his body but he had expected and truthfully, fantasised about standing in her kitchen or living room dirty hints being dropped, or lingering looks and smouldering smiles passing between them he knew the truth of the matter was what had happened between them was a one off and clearly something that Karen was quite keen not to be reminded of.

So it came as a surprise one afternoon when Mark came home from the library two weeks before he finally left for university to find Karen going through the fridge in his parents' house. Mark had opened the front door, called out to his mother who gave a reply from somewhere upstairs, he was in high spirits and a little nervous still as university loomed nearer and nearer. He threw his satchel without looking close to the coat hook and walked into the kitchen looking for a cool drink.

The fridge door was open so that all Mark could see was the tacky fridge magnets and a pair of dark blue jeans that clung to an ample backside that stuck out as Karen leaned into the fridge. "Hi!" was all Mark could say the dry click in his throat sounding louder than his salutation. 

Karen stood upright quickly, her cheeks blushing, a small dollop of whipped cream on the corner of her mouth. Her blush deepened when she saw Mark, "I thought you were you Joan," Karen said her tongue poking out and retrieving the cream at the side of her mouth, "she makes a mean trifle." They both stood looking at one another for what felt like hours a silence between them that seemed to be thicker than the summer air about them, Karen bit her full lower lip and closed the fridge door, "How have you been keeping?" She asked.

Mark nodded dumbly then realising how stupid he must look said, "Yeah not too bad, just cramming in some study so I am at least ahead when they start piling it on at University." The words trembled as he spoke almost going high pitched at the end. He sighed and laughed and the pressure on him lifted when Karen laughed as well her own shoulders sagging as the tension lifted a little, "Sorry, I must sound like an idiot, I must come across as a bigger idiot I don't know why I have been avoiding you."

Karen's eyebrows lifted, "You've been avoiding me and I've been avoiding you." They laughed again, Karen motioned over to the kitchen table, she sat down in front of a half empty cup of coffee while Mark grabbed a glass off the draining board and filled it with water from the tap. "We should talk you know." It was only five words but it was enough to make Mark stop smiling, he sat down solemnly next to Karen.

"Look, the other night I guess it got out of hand a little," As he spoke Karen nodded, "I understand that it was just one of those things that got out of hand, I didn't mean to..."

Karen cut him off with a hearty chuckle, "well you might not have meant it but I certainly did," The look on Marks face was one of shock and incomprehension. "I've never done anything like that in my life you know, it was just knowing someone was there watching me," she placed an unsteady hand onto Marks own hand, "perhaps wanting me? I don't get the looks the young girls do it's nice to be noticed once in a while."

"You are worth noticing." Mark said the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. 

Karen smiled at him, "You know when I first realised you had a crush on me I was surprised," Now it was Marks turn to blush, "I think you were fourteen or so, I went out with your mom on a friends hen night, I think you almost broke your neck the way you were stretching it to see me." Mark remembered that night well, they had all dressed as school girls, short plaid skirts, stockings and too tight blouses. Marks cock had ached the following morning from the amount of wanking he had done. "I thought it was sweet, if a little misguided, but you have never stopped. I notice it every now and then a little look here and there," she leaned in all conspiratorial "A hasty photograph on the beach once in a while." Mark gasped, and Karen smiled reassuringly "I know I was screaming Mark but I could still hear the camera going off, was it a good picture?" Mark nodded slowly waiting for the trap to be sprung.

Karen's smile spread even wider and she sat back in her chair, her hand going from Marks to her coffee cup, picking it up and taking a sip. Mark's mind was a whirl of confusion he had kept his secret hidden for so long unaware that Karen had known all this time, for so many years yet said nothing, "Why? Why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

"At first I thought it was sweet, just a phase. But you never stopped and to be honest I liked the attention," They both lifted their eyes to the ceiling as they heard the upstairs toilet flush. "If I had said anything when you were younger you probably would have died of embarrassment. But now being older and clearly still infatuated with me, well..." she smiled at Mark, "Peter is working nights this week, why don't you pop over at about eight."

Mark could feel his mouth hanging open, his heart was beating too fast to count the beats, "James will be there." 

Karen laid her hand on Marks thigh, her fingers only inches from his stiff cock, "That's not what I have in mind. I have a present for you."

Karen moved her hand just as Mark's mother Jean walked into the kitchen, "So sorry, my stomach has been terrible since that takeaway the other night."

Karen shrugged and started to stand up, "That's okay, I should be heading back anyway, Peter and James won't feed themselves, more the pity." She placed a firm, warm hand onto Marks shoulder, "See you later Mark." She said and followed Jean to the front door.

Mark sat in a state of shock, a present Karen had said but what could she possibly have for him? He tried to think but was still too out of it to fully comprehend what had happened and what possibly could happen. His legs still worked and he found himself almost floating as he headed to his room, his Mother asked him a question and whatever Mark had replied with seemed to be enough for her to let him go on his merry, floaty way.

Mark did not really need an excuse to go over to James' house, they had been friends since they were five years old and now at eighteen they were firmer friends. Peter had left only an hour before. James answered the door and let Mark in "I got a few episodes of Star Trek on if you want to watch them?" James said walking back to the living room he flung himself over the top of the settee landing with a dull thud on the soft cushions. "Pull up a chair but the settee is mine."

Mark sat down, he wiped at his forehead absently his fingers coming away slick with sweat his body felt clammy all over as if he needed a good shower to freshen up. He found he could not sit still for long, his eyes would focus on the television for a minute or so before they wandered to the door and to the stairs. "Where's your mom?" Mark asked and instantly regretted such a stupid question.

James turned to look at Mark, "Why you ask?"

Mark put one hand to his stomach, "I'm feeling a little sick I need to use your toilet." The truth was he was feeling sick and nervous and excited all at once. 

"She's in her room learning Spanish so squirt away she won't hear you. just make sure you open the window okay? Last time you took a shit here I got blamed for it." James watched his friend practically leap to his feet and dash to the stairs, he shook his head "never eat takeaway" he mumbled under his breath and returned to the television screen and his small fantasy of councillor Troi.

Mark stopped two steps from the hallway, doubt filling his mind and his stomach felt like it really was going to explode, he felt the least bit turned on right then but his cock told him otherwise. He walked the few steps to Karen's room, he pushed the door open a mix of relief and disappointment left him in a long sigh, the room was empty. "You have been a bad boy," the whisper so close to his ear made him jump he half spun before two hands planted themselves on him and pushed him into the bedroom.

Karen had popped into the small office she used for work to grab a pen, when she stepped out she noticed Mark at her bedroom door, she could see how pale he was and how jittery his body was and could not help herself. She tiptoed over to him, though she thought she could have stamped her feet and he would not have noticed. She had stood right behind him amazed at his totally lack of awareness, her whispered words made him jump a mile and had she not pushed him into the room he would have no doubt screamed the house down.

The first thing Mark noticed was that Karen was dressed, a pair of grey sweat pants and an old white t-shirt that was closer to grey than it should be. She closed the door behind her leaning against it slightly a wicked smile on her full lips, her black hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders. "Naughty boy," she whispered to Mark. He cocked his head to one side unsure if there was a reply to the statement or an act. "I wondered where they had gotten too, then they suddenly re-appeared I should have known really, at least it wasn't James." Mark shook his head again the conversation had gone over his head. "Do these look familiar?" Karen took hold of her sweat pants and pulled them down her thighs letting them bunch at her feet.

Mark's cock gave a jerk at the sight of the blue knickers, Karen's dark bush just visible behind the see-thru pattern on the front. He had to admit they looked good on her, but then again anything would look good on Karen in Mark's humble opinion. Karen stepped out of the sweat pants and stepped over to the bed where she lifted one foot and stood facing Mark. Mark's eyes lingered across the whole scene one pale leg stretched and open, the blue knickers taunt against pubic hair and thick labia. "What did you do to them?" Karen asked her voice shaky with excitement.

Marks reply was a simple "I used them." 

Karen ran one hand along her lifted leg stroking her pale, thick inner thigh, "How?" she asked, she moved her hand closer to knickers "Did you wank off into them?" she asked and Mark replied with a nod of the head. "Where did you cum?" Karen's hand moved to the gusset of the knickers, her touch sending a lightning bolt of expectation through her crotch, "Here?" she asked and Marks head nodded more firmly. Karen rubbed at the spot, feeling the material dampen quickly her labia parting as one finger rubbed between them. "Did you wear them?" To this Mark shook his head. Karen stopped playing, her hand returning reluctantly to her thigh. She lowered her leg and walked over to Mark. 

Mark staggered back a step wincing when he felt one corner of the dressing table dig into one buttock. Karen rested her hands on his chest feeling his heart thundering away her hands shaking with the magnitude of the beats, she lifted the hand that had only moments ago been on her crotch and placed a finger on Mark's lips, his mouth opened willingly and she slipped her finger in. Karen wanted him so badly, she had never thought of other men since Peter but now she had an admirer one that wanted her badly she had found herself willing to the thought of having him in her, but she wanted to play too. "Take them off me." She said sliding her finger from his mouth. 

Mark was on his knees in a flash, yes he was still scared to hell and back but also he was a teenage boy with a rampant cock and a woman willing to let him use it on and in her. Karen parted her legs slightly as Mark placed his hands on both thighs he ran his hands up the smooth skin finding the elasticated waist of his old friend. He could smell Karen, a deep scent that emanated from behind the knickers he swallowed hard and pulled the knickers down. Mark's face was mere inches from her full bush and with the way her legs were parted he could see her engorged labia hanging and slightly parted. 

Karen put one hand on his head, her body shook with anticipation and nerves, her son was downstairs and his best friend was knelt before her. She parted her legs further letting Mark see how wet and excited she already was "Lick me!" she said in a husky whisper.

Mark leaned forward, tongue sticking out then stopped he looked up pitifully, "I don't know how to." He said, fear gripping him suddenly, would Karen laugh and toss him aside so close to his dream only to be cast aside.

Karen smiled she almost wanted to cry at such an admission, "Trust me I'll let you know if you are going wrong." Mark lowered his head and leaned in. Karen bit her lip as he breathed onto her labia then bit one finger as she felt his tongue push between her labia and slip into her. He had not been joking she realised as his tongue darted in and out as if she were an ice cream sandwich, "careful now," she said softly. "Nice and slow, don't rush" He learned quickly she was pleased to note his wild thrashing had stopped immediately, with a bit more guidance she had managed to coax his tongue to wear she wanted it onto her hard nub of a clitoris. "Use a finger, put it in me." Mark was eager to please and Karen could not help but whimper as his tongue pushed against her clitoris as one finger slipped into her wet hole.

Mark was in the zone, or at least hoped he was, his nose, mouth and chin felt sticky with Karen's juices, her taste was something out of this world a mix of sweet and salty and he had decided if it was possible he would stay there for the rest of the night. When his fingers came into play he felt Karen's entire body alter above him. The hand on his head tightened her legs shook and she pushed down a little firmer onto him, looking up he could see that she had lifted her t-shirt, the soft pale curve of her belly now visible along with her large tits just above, her free hand pulling at one nipple. "There, there, there," Karen exclaimed over and over like a mantra, Mark was tempted to speed up but he was a good student she had got him this far he was not about to change the rules for his own selfish needs.

Karen wanted to scream out as her orgasm exploded, her clitoris buzzed with electricity that spread quickly over her body, her nipples stood on end the one she pulled adding more fuel to the fire. Her body shook and she bit her lower lip but still she could not hold back the low moan as she came on Marks tongue and finger. As she came down Mark was still eagerly licking away, she pulled him away and staggered back her clitoris and in fact her entire lower half now super sensitive. "First time my arse!" Karen exclaimed and Mark beamed a sticky smile at her. "Now take those jeans and pants off." 

Mark moved quickly, he forced the jeans down without undoing the buttons he pants going down in the same motion his cock bouncing free as he straightened up. "Oh my!" Karen exclaimed seeing it in all its rigid glory. Mark moved from foot to foot the anticipation was unbearable. Karen stretched one foot out in front of her, her big toe hooking her knickers and with a fluid motion kicked them into the air hitting mark just above the stomach before falling to the ground. "Put them on." She said through a wicked smile. Mark stared dumbly down at the knickers then up at Karen, "Put. Them. On!" each word sharp and to the point. Mark knelt down and picked the knickers up he swallowed hard then put his feet into them and lifted them up. The knickers sat snuggly on his waist, the front of them bulging outwards and his slick cockhead pressed firmly between the elasticated waist and his belly. 

Karen stepped over one hand resting on his chest the other curled into a fist index finger extended as she ran it down his chest, over his stomach and sat on the tip of his cock, Karen leaned in the kiss soft then firm on Marks own lips then she stood back. "They look better on you than they do on me." She said appraising the odd sight before her. She could see the despair in his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to go over to him and take hold of his cock and let him have his wicked way with her...but...a part of her felt more naughty doing this, toying with him the thrill was in the chance after all. "I want you to keep them on until tomorrow," a wicked plan had formed in Karen's head, she felt excited just thinking about it, "Don't play with your cock either, not until you've seen me," Mark's jaw dropped to the floor but he nodded never the less, "go downstairs, spend all night here if you like or go home. But keep them on." Karen lowered her top and grabbed the sweat pants off the floor and putting them on, "Meet me in the library at one o'clock," she pulled her bedroom door open and ushered him out, his jeans and pants bundled in his arms. "You might want to put those on before going downstairs." She said then closed the door in his gobsmacked face.

James was not happy when Mark had refused to spend the afternoon with him he had told James that he needed to get some stuff for University which was only a half lie. He did need bits and pieces he was only not going to get them today. James had turned up at his house early that morning a four pack of beer in one hand and a rolled up brown paper bag under the arm, his mom was out shopping he had said and his dad was sleeping off a wicked night shift, so he had come over so that Mark could help him drink and wank off to an all new set of magazines. Marks refusal did not go down well and James had stormed off muttering under his breath.

Mark took the bus to the library he had gotten all worked up over James' visit he was annoyed that his friend was acting like some young teenager instead of someone who was about to embark to university, he felt that perhaps this was the end of the line for their friendship but deep down he had known that the moment they had been accepted at different universities their friendship was going to fizzle out, it was only happening sooner instead of later. Getting off the bus Mark fidgeted with the knickers, they had a tendency to slip into his arse crack which was usually made worse when he got an erection and he had had a lot of erections over the last few hours.

He got to the library a little before one o'clock and found an empty table, close to the counter but then moved further away when he realised it was near the children's section. Further on in he passed the old settee and tables that seemed to be the gathering point for the elderly people that visited the library. Mark sat down near the rows of text books it was the height of summer so apart from him this section was empty, he sat down and grabbed a book on applied physics and pretended to read. 

The grandfather clock that sat near the librarians counter rang out at one o'clock the dull drone echoing in the cool confines. By half one Mark was seriously considering leaving, close to two o'clock he closed the book a little harder than he should have the noise booming. A figure loomed over him and Mark had an apology on his lips when Karen pulled out a chair and sat next to him. "Been waiting long?" She asked.

"Not really," Mark replied nonchalantly.

"Liar, I have been sat over there watching you for the last hour, I was wondering if you were going to last this long or chicken out." Karen looked about, but apart from one old man that had gravitated to an empty table a few feet away they were alone. "Do you still have them on?" she asked, Mark nodded, "Show me," Karen said with glee. Mark pushed his chair back and leaned pulling his shirt up slightly and his jeans down just enough so that Karen could see the blue waist of the knickers. "And have you taken them off?"




Summertime Lust Ch. 02



Mark went to lie then caught himself, "Once, only to shower though." Karen eyed him suspiciously then smiled once more. "What now?" Mark asked. She had nodded in the direction of a row of shelving and walked over, Mark followed a minute later. The row ended at a tight angle and as he turned it he came to a dead end and Karen stood looking with contemplation at a row of books at eye level. Mark looked over his shoulder no one could be seen he could only just make out the end of the table they had just been sat at. 

Karen turned and faced him, "let me see properly." Mark did not even hesitate and lowered his jeans, his cock strained at the blue fabric. He looked over his shoulder again and moved further into the dead end. Karen was amazed that he had kept them on, more amazed that they were both in the library and she was about to finally get to feel a cock that was not her husbands. She beckoned Mark closer they kissed with more assuredness than the previous night Marks mouth opening letting Karen's tongue explore for the moment. Mark lifted his hands going straight to her bra clad breasts and Karen slapped them away. "Oh no, those are for later you only get one piece of me for now."

Mark's breath caught as Karen knelt before him, the knickers pulled free of his aching cock and he gasped when he felt Karen's hand grip his shaft firmly. He looked down and caught Karen's eyes looking up at him her mouth parted slightly she winked and flicked her tongue across his cock head. Mark grabbed the shelving to steady himself his other hand resting on Karen's head. Her tongue travelled the length of his cock and her other hand cupped his hairy balls. "Oh god," he gasped as Karen opened her mouth and he felt the warmth and wetness as his cock slid in. 

Karen wanted to play with herself she wanted to get her fingers inside her as she filled her mouth with Mark's cock. It had taken will power to get her this far, to get another man's cock in her mouth was an act she had never thought of before now she found herself loving every minute of it. Mark was appreciating her more than Peter did. Karen wanted to get all of Marks cock in her mouth but it was never going to happen, he was not as long as Peter but he was thicker and the feeling of her mouth stretching around it made her wonder what it would feel like stretching her pussy.

Mark was in heaven, there was nothing but him and Karen the whole world was lost in a fog of pleasure. Karen had taken him into her mouth the rest of his cock she worked with her hand, one moment she would be bobbing back and forth the next she was taking big gulps of air looking up at Mark with what Mark could only guess were 'fuck me' eyes her tongue would lick the wet mess on the tip of his cock and she would plunge it back into her mouth. He had not touched his cock all last night even though it had ached and cried to be touched, stroked and wanked to death, so this little moment was more than he or it could take. "Karen, I'm cumming!" he said in harsh tones through gritted teeth as his hips starting to spasm. Karen's head stopped but her hands continued to work. The one round his shaft pumped away while the one on his balls squeezed gently.

She was no expert cock sucker though Peter always seemed pleased so she was a little surprised that Mark had peeked so soon, though if he had done as promised and not wanked off all night what did she expect really? Karen was close to pulling his cock free of her mouth as she had always done with Peter much to his long term disappointment, but something felt right just then that she kept her mouth clamped around the hot, wet cock her hands doing the rest of the work. When Mark gave a shuddering push Karen almost chocked. Her mouth filled with hot spunk, her throat worked but it was something she had never truly experienced. Karen pulled her head back spluttering and swallowing what she could of the heavy load the rest she spat without much class onto the carpet, Mark's cock twitched in front of her still oozing cum a long trail dripped from his cock head mixed with her spit almost reaching the carpet before it snapped free.

Mark had never had a blow job before had only dreamed about them, the experience was one he was not likely to forget in a hurry. He helped Karen to her feet as she was still coughing masking it with one hand, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned. 

She nodded then spoke, "Was not expecting all that." To her surprise he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, when he stepped back she could still see a look of concern in his eyes, "I'm fine honest, better than fine to be more honest, now get dressed before you give a librarian a heart attack."

They left the Library one after the other and 'accidently' bumped into one another at the bus stop, they sat side by side talking about everything but what had happened and what felt like was going to happen sooner rather than later. "You know Jean is planning a surprise leaving party for you." Karen said looking out the window.

Mark smiled, "Yeah, my mom's not the best at hiding secrets. Its next week isn't it?" Karen nodded, "Will you be there?" another nod and smile.

Karen leaned into him, "Don't worry you'll be seeing me before then."



Summertime Lust Ch. 02



Melissa stared down in to Henry's eyes, her lust overriding and positively ransacking her abhorrence to such personal and intimate sex, turning her revulsion on itself and seducing it, realising that a nasty, awkward tongue-thrashing from a guy she was so familiar with was so good simply because it was nasty and awkward and a familiar face buried in her pussy.

Henry sucked her clit once more, dragging her towards a climax.

"Put your tongue back in me," Melissa groaned, falling back on the rock, "Henry, tongue fuck me Henry."

Each time she said his name she felt her orgasm surge forward, wishing she could suck more of Henry's mouth inside, have him lick her inside out until she erupted in bliss. She sat up once again, needing to see her friend on her pussy, his eyes staring back.

Henry looked up, moving his lips back to Melissa's clitoris, sucking it briefly before flicking it with his tongue. His fingers ran up and down between her lips, coating themselves in her ample juices before slipping inside, twisting this way and that, crossing within her before curling up and stroking her g-spot. 

"Fuck!" Melissa cried, "don't stop Henry, Henry, yes, uh-uh, oh god Henry."

Her fist clutched a clump of his hair, pulling him hard against her. The pleasure swirling up in a spiral to its zenith, pirouetting there as Henry withdrew his licks until his tongue barely touched Melissa's clitoris, her gasps inaudible as she released his head and fell back on to the rock, feeling as if the cool water beneath her would steam as it touched her body, her legs disengaged themselves from his shoulders, spreading as wide as possible, her back arching out of the water, thrusting her firm little breasts to the sky as her hands grasped her ankles and finally, as he dragged his tongue in one long movement from his buried fingers to her pulsing clit, that spinning ball of light at the height of her euphoria exploded, cascading down as she bucked and heaved against his insistent mouth.

Henry withdrew his fingers, placing both hands once more on Melissa's thighs as they quivered beneath his touch, his tongue circling her clit, enticing moan after moan from the limp form sprawled over the rock. Finally Melissa reached down and pushed Henry's head back, struggling to find the strength to lift herself in to a sitting position on the lip of rock, the deep water of the pool once more cold as she plunged her legs in to it. Henry held her ankles as he bobbed back and forth before her, looking up in to her exhausted expression.

"How was that?" he asked anxiously.

Melissa smiled weakly and nodded.

"Not bad," she teased quietly. "It must be breakfast time," she went on, getting uneasily to her feet.

Henry began pulling himself out of the water, his cock standing to attention, ready for reciprocation. Melissa turned and caught his happy grin, realising that he'd misunderstood.

"No, I meant breakfast breakfast, actual food,"she said, her hand on his shoulder, more to steady herself than anything else.

"Of course," Henry replied, "maybe some other time." He tried to sound relaxed about it but couldn't help keep the disappointment from his voice.

"Really, maybe later," Melissa said, feeling rotten for abandoning him to such dissatisfaction.

She hopped from the lip of rock on to the bank and bent down to pick up her discarded clothes, pulling the damp tee-shirt on before hoicking up her underwear. Henry followed her across, traversing the bank back to where he'd left his jeans.

Melissa waited as, with difficulty, Henry pulled his dry jeans up his wet legs, not bothering to locate his boxer shorts first. She caught sight of his determined expression and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers.

"Later," she repeated, ducking down to look up in to his downcast face. "Besides, you think I'm going to pass on this?" she released his hand and tapped his cock as it hung half-mast from his unfastened jeans. "If you're half as good with that as you are with your mouth then I'd be mad not to experience the fuck of my life."

Henry's eyes flicked up and met Melissa's, he smiled, his pride getting the better of his sullenness.

"Right now though, if I don't have some actual food, I might just collapse. OK?"

Henry nodded and straightened up, tucking himself in to his jeans and cautiously zipping them up over his bare skin. With a nod Melissa took his hand and led him back to the fence, smiling to herself as he jumped back down the other side and took her hand to help her down.

"Incidentally," she said as they headed towards the tents and the three figures seated there, "if anyone should ask-"

"I know, 'we didn't have sex'," Henry laughed.

"No, quite the opposite actually," Melissa said, rolling her eyes. "If anyone asks, you were fantastic."

"Trust me, you're not too bad yourself," Henry replied. 

Melissa laughed.

"How? All I did was lay back and enjoy the attention." 

"Tasting that good is no mean feat," Henry smiled.

"River water and crotch sweat," Melissa laughed, "sounds delicious."

"You should try it sometime," Henry said, "you never know, you might like it."

"How do you know I haven't?" Melissa said, stepping round to stand in front of Henry.

His face lit up as he processed the implications of what she'd said.

"So, wait-" he began.

"Come on, I'll race you back," Melissa shouted as she turned and ran towards the tents.

"I thought you could barely stand," Henry called after her as he gave chase

*

Blake, Allison and Hannah sat on the logs beside the white ashes of the previous night's fire, a camping stove between them and a mug of coffee in each of their hands. Through a series of meaningful glances Allison had conveyed to Blake that she'd rather he didn't mention what they'd got up to in the night, although it'd taken a while for him to him to realise that she wasn't just having trouble with her contacts. Now, as she sat close beside Hannah he wondered if she liked him half as much as he liked her. 

Allison laughed at something Hannah said, leaning across and pushing her bare knee, her hand lingering a little too long. Blake's eyes stared at the physical contact, Allison's fingertips squeezing Hannah's leg slightly and their eyes gazing in to each others. As if startled Allison's eyes suddenly darted across at Blake and caught him focused on her hand.

"Here comes Melissa and Henry," she said quickly, thankful that Blake looked away towards the rapidly approaching couple.

Out of breath and laughing uncontrollably Melissa arrived at the tents seconds before Henry who made his entrance by grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off her feet, spinning her round with ease before setting her down outside of the circle.

"I won," he gasped, a huge grin on his face.

"Good morning you two," Hannah smiled.

"Morning Han," Henry replied, ruffling her untidy hair as he walked behind her and sat down.

Melissa sat down between Henry and Blake, picking up a mug from the assorted pile by the stove.

"Let me," Allison said, pleased to be making a contribution and hoping to avoid catching Blake's eye.

She poured two mugs of coffee and handed them to the newest arrivals.

"How was the swim?" she asked.

"Not bad," Melissa smiled, her eyes circling the group before landing on Blake. "The water is so cold, but it's refreshing, also the sex was spectacular."

Hannah's hand shot up to her mouth, coffee pouring out between her fingers as she laughed uncontrollably. 

"I think you shocked innocent Hannah a bit there," Allison giggled, looking across at Henry as he blushed and stared down in to his coffee. "And perhaps Henry."

Melissa turned to her side and tilted her head down to look at Henry's crimson cheeks.

"He's got nothing to be embarrassed about," she grinned, "best tongue I've had. I'm looking forward to trying out the rest of him." 

Now it was Allison's turn to laugh, nearly sending her backwards off her seat, even Blake couldn't help but crack a grin as the group descended in to good-humoured chaos.

"I'm not even kidding," Melissa whispered in Henry's ear as everyone laughed and spoke at cross purposes.

"Fuck you lot make a lot of noise." It was David, standing in his boxer shorts with his eyes closed and one hand on his head.

"Morning you drunk," Blake said, a little louder than necessary, "would, you, like, some, co-fee?" he went on, a broad grin spreading across his face as David flinched at every syllable.

"Here," Allison said, getting to her feet, "take my seat." She rolled another log across and sat down beside him, pouring a mug of coffee and putting it in his hands.

"So, now we're all here, what's the plan for the day?" Hannah asked, always the natural organiser.

"I need something to eat before I do anything else," Melissa said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah," Allison said slowly, "hmm, you might want to be part of the shopping party then."

"What?" Melissa said quickly.

"Someone needs to head in to the nearest village and buy a few things," Allison explained, "well, basically, everything."

There was a collective sigh from the rest of the group, David groaning and falling off his log.

"Sorry guys," Hannah said, "she's right. On the bright side, one big trip now and we should be set for the week."

"So who's going?" Henry asked, "I don't want-"

"Only you, Hannah and Melissa can drive," Blake pointed out, "so one of the three of you has to go."

"I'm going," Melissa stated straight away, "I need food like an hour ago."

"Getting eaten out really makes you hungry huh?" Blake laughed.

"What!?" David said quickly, suddenly wide awake and paying full attention.

"It's not important," Hannah smiled, "come on, we'll draw straws, shortest two go with Melissa."

"Who did what to Melissa?" David asked Blake, not quite quietly enough.

"Don't worry about it, I'll tell you later," Blake replied, catching Hannah's increasingly stern look.

She held her hand above the stove, clutching five blades of grass.

"Allison, you first," she said, watching as Allison pulled a blade slowly from her grip. She held it up.

"Now you Blake," Hannah went on. He was followed by David, then Henry, leaving the last blade in her own hand.

The five blades were held side by side and Henry and Blake groaned as they saw theirs were the shortest.

"I'm driving," Melissa said quickly.

"Fine," Henry sighed, "what do we need?"

After half an hour and multiple arguments a list had been devised, the group's refusal to buy porn for David had meant he'd announced he'd go too but wouldn't be helping with any actual shopping. So at last the four piled in to Hannah's car, Melissa promising to drive carefully, and pulled slowly out of the campsite, leaving Hannah and Allison standing side by side watching them leave. Blake sat behind Melissa, turning to look back as the wheels found the dirt track, Hannah waved as Allison's hand found hers and turned her away.

Before the dirt track met the road in to the village Blake groaned.

"Quick, let me out," he said.

"What? What's wrong?" Melissa asked, slowly and turning to look back.

"I'm going to be sick," Blake gasped, "let me out."

Melissa pulled over, watching as Blake jumped out of the car and wretched in the hedgerow. 

"You all right?" she asked leaning out of her window.

Blake waved a hand back and wretched again.

"Maybe it'd be best if you went back," Henry suggested, "don't want you hurling in Hannah's car, she'll have you cleaning it for a week."

"Get in, I'll drive you back," Melissa said.

"I'll walk," Blake replied, swallowing hard and frowning.

"If you're sure," Melissa said, "take it easy, OK?" 

Blake waved them off, watching them disappear around the corner, his hands on his knees until they'd gone, then straightening up and turning back towards the campsite, marching on with determination.

As he'd expected Allison and Hannah were nowhere to be seen as he quietly approached the tents, circling around from behind. Coming in closer he could hear their muffled voices and concluded that they were in Hannah's tent. Creeping behind the tents he got a good enough angle to see that Hannah's was open, although he didn't dare move any closer for fear of being spotted. As the girls giggled he wracked his brain for a way to see what they were up to without being detected. Looking up from the tents, across the field, he gazed at the rise in the ground. From there he'd be able to see in to Hannah's tent, not well from that distance though. Henry, he'd have binoculars, he was the one who'd been excited about what they might see out here in the middle of nowhere.

Blake made his way around to Henry's tent, slowly opening its flap and crawling in, finding the binoculars quickly and leaving again. The girls voices had softened, now slightly more urgent. Blake crept across and knelt as close to Hannah's tent as he dared.

"How did you fix the shortest straws?" Allison sighed.

"Don't you worry about that," Hannah replied, "let's just enjoy ourselves."

"But how did you know they'd all go any-" Allison's voice was cut short, fading in to a low groan and then a sudden gasp. "And suddenly I don't care," she giggled.

"There's a good girl," Hannah said softly, "now lay back."

Feeling the growing bulge in his jeans Blake moved away from the tent as fast as he dared, waiting until he was a safe distance before breaking in to a run to head around and up on to the raised end of the field. As he went he pictured what he'd see, he'd not seen much of Allison's body during their coupling and hoped he'd get to finally see those breasts he'd been drawling over for so long. Hannah was the largest of the three girls, not by much but enough that she stood out. Big and sensible is how he'd always thought of her, matching his own height, although that wasn't particularly tall, a little bit of a paunch but with a pair of breasts to match and the most mischievous grin he'd ever seen. The idea of her and Allison doing what he hoped they were didn't seem to fit in his head. 

Reaching the top of the incline Blake slowed, lowering his body as he stopped directly in-line with the opening to Hannah's tent. He thanked god that the grass was long enough to hide him as he crouched and then lay on his stomach, feeling the intense excitement of watching and hoping not to get caught, a feeling he hadn't had since he and Henry had played soldiers years ago. He crept forward until only a thin screen of grass separated his view from the tents, raising the binoculars and peering in to Allison and Hannah's private world.

Hannah knelt just inside the opening, her panty-clad butt thrust up and Allison's bare legs appearing either side of her bowed torso. Allison's hands were firmly on top of Hannah's head, her fingers curled through the mousy brown hair and holding it up, obviously keeping it out of the way as she guided her friend's mouth.

Blake wished he could hear them, their groans and the wet lapping of Hannah's tongue, the whispered words of lust and the gasps of pleasure. He felt himself throb hard against the ground and tried to think of a way to watch while he freed his cock. He imagined himself down there, easing Hannah's panties down over her cheeks, entering her dripping pussy from behind and each thrust driving her mouth against Allison's quivering body. 

Allison crossed her legs over Hannah's back, her hands pushing down firmly on Hannah's head, her hips writhing on the ground before rising up for a moment and crashing back down. Hannah rolled sideways and lay with her hands on her stomach, breathing deeply. Beside her Allison sat up, running her fingers over Hannah's chest, teasing her nipples while she spoke to her. Hannah sat back up and pulled her own underwear off, leaving it outside the tent where her feet were. Shuffling across a little she settled down and guided Allison as she threw one leg over and knelt above her face. Hannah's hands appeared on Allison's butt, pulling it down, Allison closing her eyes and smiling as she fell forward on to her hands.

Blake watched as Hannah clearly began to lick Allison once more, he wondered how this relationship had begun, and if it was entirely one-sided. As if to answer his query Allison pushed apart Hannah's thighs with her hands and lowered her head, her dark hair bobbing up and down as she manipulated her friend's pussy. Every so often Allison's head would rise and she'd look back over her shoulder and say something with a grin before turning back and dropping her head once more. Eventually she turned back, reaching out and taking something proffered by Hannah. 

Blake frowned as he wondered what it was, waiting for Allison to face front again and provide him with a better view. She did, holding the purple toy in both hands, grinning as she turned its base and set it slowly vibrating. Holding herself up on one hand she eased it between Hannah's glistening lips, slowly pushing it inside her, pulling it back out and then pushing in once again. After a few minutes of carefully slipping it deeper and deeper in to her friend's pussy Allison removed it entirely bringing it up to her lips as she sat up and ground herself against her friend's mouth, kissing it delicately at first before circling its tip with her tongue and finally pushing it slowly in to her mouth, obviously sucking it hard. Trailing it down her own body, between her firm, round breasts and to her own pussy, she pointed it down, Hannah's tongue licking its tip briefly before her hands pushed Allison back on to all fours.

Blake couldn't help but picture it being his cock Allison sucked clean while she sat on Hannah's face, and then his cock that was getting pushed back in to Hannah's waiting hole. Allison lowered her head, one hand gently pumping the toy in and out as her mouth focused on the top of Hannah's lips.

The girls carried on like this, Blake frustrated in his repeated attempts to find a position which allowed him to continue watching whilst also freeing his cock in order to tug himself to a satisfactory climax. Every so often Allison would sit up, remove the dildo, suck it clean and push it back in, each time she'd be quicker, her mouth more insistent around the purple phallus and its return to Hannah's body less gentle. Leaving it inserted Allison twisted its end again, then looking back she twisted it once more, holding it between her thumb and forefinger as it buzzed, smiling broadly as she sat back on her knees, just one finger reaching forward and diddling Hannah's clit. 

Allison began to buck on Hannah's mouth, abandoning her own duties and cupping her bouncing breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples as her mouth hung open. Blake watched as Allison lowered her body as far as possible on Hannah's face, rubbing herself back and forth until with a cry that Blake could hear she collapsed forward, her head dropping down until the buzzing toy pressed against her ear.

After a moment Allison pulled the toy out of Hannah and moved aside, holding it in one hand while Hannah got on to her hands and knees, her head outside the tent. Allison moved behind her friend and pushed the dildo back inside her, Hannah's face contorting as she was penetrated anew. All tenderness gone Allison pumped the toy in and out, her thrusts pushing Hannah forward, each causing her hanging breasts to swing back and forth as she gasped and groaned against the assault.

Allison's mouth moved continuously and Blake wished that he could hear the words, imagining it to be absolute filth. He watched as Hannah's arms shook with the effort of holding her body up, she turned back and said something to Allison who replied with a grin, slapping her friend's butt hard before sucking a finger in to her mouth. The hand pumping the dildo in and out froze temporarily as Allison moved her other hand down, the angle of Hannah's body obscuring Blake's view. Hannah lowered her upper body a little and pushed her butt back, Allison continued to talk as she moved her free hand up and down and appeared to circle it, finally she moved her arm and pressed forward, Hannah's mouth dropping open as Allison laughed.




Summertime Lust Ch. 02



Blake watched in shock as Allison slowly began moving her hand back and forth, clearly fingering Hannah's arsehole. Eventually Hannah managed to straighten her arms, looking back and speaking to Allison who then took hold of the dildo again and began moving it back and forth. Her hands moved in time so that as one pushed forward the other retreated, before long she's settled in to a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of both Hannah's holes. Allison said something and Hannah nodded, smiling back as Allison increased her pace.

Blake watched Hannah's face as she gasped and grunted back against the dual insertion, she lowered her torso as far as she could, mashing her breasts against the ground and thrusting her arse skyward, mouthing 'fuck' over and over until at last her legs shook and shook until they buckled under her and sent her crashing on to her stomach. Allison smiled as she withdrew her finger and the toy, easing herself on to Hannah's back and slithering up to sit astride her waist, laying down on top of her, pulling her hair aside to lean in and kiss her cheek before offering the purple toy, now still but obviously coated in juice. Hannah turned her head as best she could, licked the length of the toy and cracked in to a blissful grin.

Allison said something and humped her hips up and down against Hannah's butt causing her to laugh and nod, which seemed to please Allison greatly. Moving enough to allow Hannah to roll on to her back Allison lowered her body back down and embraced her friend, the breasts mashed together, their mouths locking and the toy discarded. They lay in each others arms for a while, apparently chatting and giggling. Blake decided that the show was over and that it was probably time to make an appearance once again or risk awkward questions when the others returned.

Making his way back down towards the campsite he circled around to approach from the dirt track, making sure that he made plenty of noise and hardly able to control his grin as he imagined the frantic movement inside Hannah's tent.

Allison appeared first, irritatingly calm, smiling as she adjusted her tanktop on her shoulders. 

"Feeling crap," Blake said bluntly as he approached, "I'm going to have a lie down."

"Oh, OK," she replied, "me and Hannah were just talking about stuff. We're going to go for a swim in a bit."

"Fair enough," Blake replied.

"I'll come and see you in a minute," Allison went on.

"Yeah, sure," Blake said, forcing a weak smile and turning to his own tent.

A few minutes later Blake lay on his back with his fingers interlocked across his chest. Outside he could hear Allison and Hannah have hurried conversation and from their respective tones it seemed that Hannah was having a hard time convincing Allison to do something.

Presently Allison crouched down and peered in to Blake's tent.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

"Sure," Blake replied.

"Sure you mind, or sure I-"

Blake sighed and held his makeshift pillow over his face.

"OK, OK," Allison said as she crawled in, realising that now wasn't the time to be pedantic. "So what's up?" she asked, laying on her back beside Blake.

"Nothing," he replied, "I just feel off."

"Bullshit Blake. I've known you how long? You're sulking."

"Fine. Are you ashamed of what we did last night?" Blake said bluntly, sitting up and catching Allison's gaze.

She looked away and swallowed.

"That's what I thought," Blake said.

Allison sat up and took his hand in hers.

"I'm not ashamed Blake, I just want to process it myself before I go shouting it from the rooftops, that's all. I'm not sure how the others will react to the idea that we're like, a couple."

Blake considered that Allison was probably far more worried about what Hannah would think, he debated whether or not to mention what he'd witnessed.

"I'm not asking to be a couple," he sighed, "I'm not even asking that we tell people-"

"Then what are you asking?" Allison asked.

"I don't know, maybe I just want some kind of acknowledgement that it was good-"

"Oh, of course, it's a pride thing," Allison interrupted with a laugh.

"Not at all, I was going to say that I guess I want you to acknowledge that it was good to be so close to someone you've known for so long. Like another big step in our long-term, platonic, relationship."

"'Platonic' means intimate and affectionate without being sexual, so if anything sleeping together marks the end of our platonic relationship."

"Fine, yes you're smarter than me, I know that." Blake rolled his eyes and waved his hands in mock-surprise. "But haven't you always wondered what it would be like, between us I mean?"

"I suppose," Allison conceded. 

"And didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"So where's the problem?" Blake asked.

"I'm just not sure what it means," Allison said.

"Why does it have to mean anything? Why can't it just be two friends who happen to have slept together? Allison, I love you-"

Now it was Allison's turn to roll her eyes.

"As a friend," Blake went on, "maybe it could be more, but right now I consider you to be my closest and longest serving friend."

"As do I," Allison replied.

"But you really need to let go at some point, stop over-thinking everything. You're going away to uni in what, seven, eight weeks? What's the worst that could happen from you acknowledging that actually our relationship isn't about to collapse because we slept together."

Allison rolled sideways and on to her hands and knees. Blake tried to catch her eye and see what she was thinking but she was too fast.

"What?" he said as she left the tent, "what did I do now?"

Outside she stood up leaving only the lower half of her body visible. He heard her sigh, her hands reaching up to her face and then she crouched down, her cheeks streaked with tears from her red eyes.

"You really are a dick, y'know that Blake?" With that she straightened up and disappeared from view.

Blake sat dumbfounded for a few seconds before exiting his tent and looking around, Allison was marching away towards the river and he immediately gave chase, dodging around Hannah as she stuck her head out of her own tent.

Catching up with Allison he grabbed her arm and held it tightly as she tried to pull away.

"What did I say?" he asked, letting her fist beat his chest a few times before he caught hold of that one too and held her steady. "What is it?" he repeated.

"Why d'you think I'm here Blake, why d'you think I came out here with David trying to fuck me and the clueless princess and big dumb Henry and, and Hannah with her... stupid... stuff. Why?"

"Because we're your friends, because you like us," Blake replied, making a note of Allison's failure to find something negative to say about Hannah.

"Because I'll miss you, you know I will, I'm going to miss all of you, especially you Blake. Do you know the longest we've ever been apart?"

Blake looked up at the sky.

"It's ten days," she said, wiping her nose on her wrist, "class trip to Florence, you couldn't come because you were sick remember. You also don't know that they put me on that fucking bus kicking and screaming, I wanted to stay behind and make sure you were all right."

"I didn't know that," Blake agreed.

"No, because you don't know do you. And here you are talking about the last weeks of summer before I go away, and our relationship. Don't you think I've already gone through all this? I've thought of nothing else for the last year. You want to think of us sleeping together as a new step in our relationship when it's all I can do to not scream at the thought that in September, we won't have a relationship. So no Blake, for your information I don't want to acknowledge anything, I don't want to think that anything has changed even slightly, I want to pretend that against everything I know, things are going to stay exactly how they are. I just want to spend my summer doing the same dumb shit with my friends." Staring up in to Blake's eyes she saw them moisten, then with a yank she freed herself from his grasp and continued down to the river.

Blake caught up with her again as she stood on the boulder where Melissa had lay several hours earlier. She was standing and staring down in to the water. Blake stood beside her, fighting the urge to take her hand or put an arm around her.

"Y'know," he said at last, gulping before he went on, very aware that he could be about to hammer the final nail in to their friendship. "Y'know, for a supposed genius you can be pretty stupid sometimes." He chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. Allison didn't say anything, she just stared in to the water.

A noise from the direction of the tents made them both look up, the others had returned from the village, music was blasting out of the car's stereo and David was hanging out of one of the windows cheering and waving.

"Shit, they let David have sugar again," Blake joked, seeing the smile flash across Allison's face as he turned back to her.

"Why am I stupid Blake?" she asked, her arms folded as she finally turned to look at him.

"What makes you think that leaving is, in any way, is going to end our relationship? Or the relationship you have with any of those demented fuckers?" He pointed back at the anarchy around the tents as their friends unloaded the car.

"I'll be at the other end of the country," Allison sighed, turning back to the water.

"It's not that big a country, there are cars, buses, trains, hot-air balloons, stage-coaches and ostriches," he laughed, " we'll find a way to visit you. And I don't care how good the security is there, we'll get in. You're going to be sick of us before the end of your first term."

"You've all got your own uni stuff to do though."

"Yeah, but you're the only one of us doing anything even remotely serious, or difficult, so it stands to reason that we all come and mooch off you." Blake laughed.

"Really?" Allison asked, dropping her arms to her sides and looking as if she might cry again.

"A couple of weekends a month at least, I promise," Blake replied, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you," she said quietly with a smile, then nodding behind him she raised her voice, "here comes trouble," she giggled with a sniff.

Blake turned to see Henry lifting a crate of beer over the fence, followed by Hannah carrying a bag and towels and Melissa wearing her shades and a sun hat. David came last, already holding a beer and flicking through a magazine. He stopped as he climbed over the fence, looking up at his friends as they watched him.

"I got my porn," he announced triumphantly, turning it around to show the two-page spread.

There was a collective groan and he laughed, closing the magazine and chucking it on the ground as he pulled off his tee shirt.

"Beer?" Henry asked, holding out two bottles to Allison and Blake.

They both took them gratefully.

"They're a bit warm but-" he began with a shrug.

"Put the crate in the shallow water, over there where it's fast-flowing," Blake pointed, "they'll cool down in no time."

"Good idea," Henry nodded, turning to look at where Blake had pointed. "Everything OK between you two?" he asked, "we all get enough of our parents fighting at home." 

Allison laughed.

"You see us as your parents?" Blake asked, puzzled.

"Yes," Henry nodded.

"Really?" Blake asked again.

Everyone else looked in his direction and said that he and Allison were definitely like their parents.

"Cheers," Blake replied sounding a little hurt.

"Come on," Allison said quietly, "let's join in." She pulled her tanktop off over her head and dropped it on the ground, then wriggled out of her shorts to stand in her bikini. Handing her beer to Blake she turned and jumped in to the water, surfacing with a grin. "Beer?" she asked, reaching up as Blake knelt and passed it to her.

The two other boys followed Allison in, quickly stripping to their shorts and leaving piles of clothes scattered across the boulder which Hannah wandered around and collected before stripping herself and slipping gently in.

"Not swimming?" Blake asked Melissa as she lay in the sun.

"Not yet," Melissa replied, "maybe later. You?"

"I don't have my swimming shorts on," Blake replied, "I'll go and change when I've drunk this." He held up his beer.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the boulder he watched as the four friends splashed and dived, his gaze constantly drawn back to Allison and Hannah, their bare skin glistening in the bright sunlight, their hands clearly around each others waists under the water. He picture what he'd seen earlier, wondering how long it'd been going on for. Hannah turned and swam back to the edge, placing an empty bottle on the rock and looking up at Blake. 

"Could you make sure this gets put somewhere safe?" she asked, "I don't want to leave a load of litter here when we go." 

Blake stared down at the soaking cleavage, barely contained in Hannah's bikini top, shaking himself from his thoughts before grasping the bottle and assuring her he'd take care of it.

"I think I'll go and get changed now," he said, getting to his feet and facing Melissa.

"I'll come too," she smiled, leaving her book face-down on her towel and accepting Blake's hand to help her stand.

"Just going to put our swimming gear on," Blake called to the group in general, "back in a minute."

Only Hannah turned, waving an acknowledgement before wrapping her arm back around Allison's waist. Blake lingered, watching the innocent embrace, only turning to walk away when Melissa took his hand and pulled him towards the fence.

The pair traversed the the sunny expanse of grass in silence, walking quickly, both wondering if the other was having the same thoughts. The sounds of shouting and splashing from the river quickly faded. As they arrived back at the tents Blake was slightly confused as Melissa didn't release his hand and instead pulled him toward her own tent.

"My tent's that way," he said, a lump forming in his throat as he dared to wonder what she was doing.

"In a minute," Melissa said, turning and grinning. "Go on, get in there," she ordered, holding the tent flap open for him and watching him drop to his knees and crawl in.

Looking around quickly she ducked down and crawled in behind him, finding him sitting on her bed roll.

"So. What are we doing here?" Blake asked.

Melissa turned and closed the tent flap, fastening it, removing her hat and looking over the top of her shades.

"Is it just me or did getting all that wet meat down at the pool get you fucking horny too?" she asked.

Blake kind of nodded and shrugged.

"So what?" he asked.

Melissa grinned and pulled her tee shirt off over her head.

"So let's do something about it," she purred, crawling towards him.

Blake let Melissa come between his outstretched legs, her breath against his lips for a fraction of a second before she inched forward and kissed him, snaking her tongue on to his as his lips parted. With a gentle push she knocked Blake backwards, unbuckling his belt immediately and tugging his jeans down, moving aside to pull them off his ankles.

Blake sat up and pulled his own tee shirt off, banishing thoughts of the relationship he'd hoped to forge with Allison, and remembering what he'd seen her do with Hannah. He looked up at Melissa, on her hands and knees, her bare little breasts pointing to the ground as with one hand she pushed her minuscule shorts back off her hips and down her slender thighs. Shifting her body she pushed the shorts under her knees and reached back to pull them off her legs.

"Let's see what we've got to work with then?" she said, grasping the waistband of Blake's boxer shorts and yanking them down to leave him naked on his back.

"Not bad," she purred, her hands creeping up his bare thighs as she shuffled forward.

"Not too bad yourself," Blake replied, drinking in the sight of the skinny nymph before him, her flawless olive skin tinted blue by the light in the tent.

"I've seen the way you look at Allison and Hannah, don't tell me you don't like a big pair of tits on the girls you fuck," Melissa laughed, one knee now pressing high between Blake's thighs, the other beside his hip, her fingers tracing lines down his chest.

Blake shrugged, surprised at his own boldness as he reached up and slipped a hand over Melissa's ribs to the gentle bump of her breast.

"Of course I suspect that neither of them can, or will, do the things I will. With the right guy."She lowered her hips, rubbing her pussy on Blake's thigh.

"What is it you're willing to do, with the right guy?" Blake asked, his eyes flicking up to stare at her expression, still partly hidden by her shades.

"You'll find that out some other time, if you prove that you're the right guy now," she grinned.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around his growing shaft, massaging it slowly until it pointed towards the ceiling of its own volition. Without another word she lifted the knee pressed between Blake's thighs and moved it over until she straddled him, her hand still toying with his cock, now guiding it back and forth and letting it brush over her lips as she hovered above him.

"Your friend eats pussy like a pro, do you think he knows that?" Melissa asked, easing the tip of Blake's head between her lips.

"Uh," Blake gasped at the contact, "fuck, I don't know, I don't think he sees much action to be honest."

"I'm pretty sure he'll be seeing some more from me," Melissa smiled, her mouth hanging open as she felt Blake's bulbous head stretching her open.

"Just, be gentle," Blake said.

"Aww, is it Blakys first time?" Melissa teased.

"Be gentle with Henry," Blake clarified, "you'll break his heart without even knowing it."

"Well it'll break my heart if I leave here without getting to ride that mouth again," Melissa sighed.

Blake's hands on her hips tried to pull her further down, his hips rising up from the bed roll to push himself deeper in.

"Uh-huh," Melissa laughed, grasping his hands and falling forward to pin them above his head.

Blake thrust up between her thighs, feeling her open up quickly around him and caress every rigid inch within her tight grasp.

"Uh fuck," Melissa groaned, "that was naughty."

"You love it," Blake replied, trying to wriggle out of her grip.

"I wonder how big Henry is," Melissa said, giggling at Blake's expression. "I mean he's bigger than you right, so it stands to reason that his cock must be bigger than your's." She laughed, her mouth widening as Blake's movement beneath her pushed his full length inside her.

"Big enough for you?" he grinned.

"It'll certainly do for now," she replied, grinding back against his slow thrusts.

Melissa released Blake's hands and sat up straight, rolling her hips in a wide circle as she raised her arms and folded them behind her head.

"Fuck you're good," Blake sighed as the hot little pussy danced around him.

"Maybe I'll show you what I can do with my mouth," she grinned, feeling Blake throb deep inside her.

He closed his eyes, groaning as he arched his back.

"I love feeling hot cum pour down my throat as a guy fires again and again in my mouth," she moaned, the exaggerated sound becoming genuine as she leaned backwards and felt Blake's curving cock press against her g-spot. Unfolding her legs she placed her feet flat on the ground, enabling her to raise her body easily, dragging her tight lips up Blake's length until just his head remained inside her.

Blake looked down, seeing his shaft rising from his body and disappearing inside Melissa's. As he watched Melissa leaned back, placing her hands on the ground between his thighs, shuffling back wards until his cock was almost aimed straight down, it felt uncomfortable, more so as Melissa raised first one hand and then the other, resting them on his thighs. Then she swung her body forward, slipping the warm embrace back around Blake's member for a second before she swung back. Each swing forward grazed the underside of Blake's head, his gasps filling the tent as they rose in intensity. Each swing back rubbed Blake against Melissa's clit causing her to groan. The movement accelerated, Melissa thrusting her pelvis forward before dragging it back slowly, before long her arms were shaking and in danger of giving way beneath her.




Summertime Lust Ch. 03



Blake emerged from his tent wearing his swimming shorts. Looking down towards the river he could see Melissa already approaching the fence, dressed in a dark one-piece, her hat back on and a towel slung across her arm. With a sigh he set off to join his friends, not particularly in the mood for frivolity after Melissa's parting words to him. If he and Allison were so clearly an ideal couple why couldn't she see it? And why was it him that people felt the need to nag about it? On the plus side the apparent inevitability of their eventual partnership seemed to have spurred Melissa's desire for him too. 

As he walked down through the sunny campsite he allowed himself a little smile at the pleasant surprise he'd just experienced. He wondered if he might find a way to coax Hannah in to joining him for a similar tryst, then he'd have completed the set, so to speak. He shook his head, scolding himself for thinking in such a way, 'besides', he thought, 'Hannah seems to be playing for the other team now.'

Down at the pool Melissa's reappearance drew the boys attention away from Hannah and Allison and the pair drifted away towards the opposite bank, Allison pointing out how long Melissa had been gone for and that Blake wasn't back yet either. 

"Why don't you go and find him?" Hannah suggested, "this is a perfect opportunity for the two of you to talk properly."

"I don't know," Allison sighed, turning away, "I don't want to give him any ideas."

"What ideas are you going to give him?" Hannah laughed, "you just need to talk to him or else you'll be going away without figuring out where you stand."

"Tell me about it," Allison said, rolling her eyes. "Either I lead him on now and break his heart in September or I break his heart now and spend the summer feeling rotten about it."

"Give the boy some credit," Hannah said softly, wrapping her arm around her friend's shoulders, "he's not a complete idiot. Just try and explain how you feel to him, I'm sure the two of you can find some common ground."

"He says you'll all come and visit me at uni," Allison replied, smiling weakly.

"Of course we will, especially Blake, has he ever let you down?" Hannah asked.

"I suppose not," Allison replied.

"And if he doesn't come see you, let me know, I'll kick him up there and back if I have to." Hannah laughed, happy to see Allison smiling. "Besides, you know I'll be up there as often as I can," she went on, her voice dropping to a silken whisper.

"God I came so hard riding your tongue earlier," Allison groaned, "they probably heard me over in the village."

Hannah turned and looked back at the rest of the group, the boys splashing each other and Melissa cheering them on. Blake still hadn't returned which was odd. Turning back she slipped her arm down from Allison's shoulders, her hand descending her friend's body to her hip before sneaking across the firm flesh of her thigh and easing two fingers across the taut fabric of her bikini bottoms, feeling the contours of Allison's pussy. Allison reached across and did the same to Hannah, pausing to look past her at their friends, hoping none would turn and see.

"I'll do it again," Hannah smiled, "say the word and I'll do it."

"Right here?" Allison asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't challenge me," Hannah warned her, "you know I will." Her gentle fingers pressing slightly more firmly between Allison's lips for a fraction of a second.

Allison laughed, nodding an acknowledgement that she probably would be brazen enough to do so.

"Then you won't see Blake for dust though," Hannah sighed. "How's it going to work, I mean if you two-"

"I don't know," Allison replied, stroking a single digit back and forth between Hannah's plump lips. "I don't want to have to give this up though." She added another finger.

"We'll just see where the two of you are by the end of this week then," Hannah said, "I'm sure we'll have plenty more opportunities to spend some time together before then."

"If, Blake and I get together, and that's a big if, I'm not sure we can carry on like this." Allison bit her lip and looked up in to Hannah's eyes. "If we have something then I don't want it ruined before it starts."

"So not even little mid-week visits for me to lick you to heaven and back?" Hannah asked, mock horror on her face. "It'd be great stress relief for you."

Allison laughed quietly, loving that her friend could take rejection with such good grace.

"D'you remember the first time we did it?" Allison asked, feeling the unmistakable slickness through the crotch of Hannah's bikini.

"Mmm," Hannah nodded, closing her eyes as Allison's fingers dug deeper in to her fold.

"You telling me you'd tasted yourself, your parents away for the weekend."

"Their huge bed, perfect for stretching out naked." Hannah groaned.

"You kept me awake all night," Allison chided, her frown breaking as Hannah's fingers crept under the stretched yellow bottoms and on to her swollen lips.

"We must've fallen asleep at some point," Hannah replied, "I remember waking up and finding you in the kitchen, only wearing your tee shirt, you bobbed down and ate me out before I had a chance to say good morning."

"Fuck I'm getting wet," Allison groaned, "can't we get in your car and drive to a hotel or something? I don't like having to wait for an opportunity to arise, I want you now."

"Me neither," Hannah agreed, "if this goes on much longer I'll have to drag one of the boys off and see if he's any good."

"Or Melissa,"Allison suggested. "D'you think she would?"

"Melissa? Nothing would surprise me about her," Hannah laughed.

"Here comes Blake," Allison said, the smile dropping from her face as she withdrew her fingers. 

Hannah turned to look, easing her own fingers out of the hot embrace of Allison's pussy.

"I have to admit, he does look good," Hannah sighed.

"I barely even notice any more," Allison laughed, reaching down and straightening her bikini bottoms.

"Because you're so above that," Hannah laughed.

"No, it's just, well I've known him so long, I can't look at him objectively, I see a bunch of emotions and memories."

"Well I've known him what, seven years? And I see a good pair of legs, strong arms, a decent upper body, good hair and someone who isn't obsessed with their looks. And someone who'll worship you given half a chance." Hannah tore her gaze away from Blake standing on the boulder as he surveyed the pool.

"Yeah yeah, I get it,"Allison sighed, "we're perfect, yadda yadda yadda. Just let me sort this out on my own terms, OK?"

"You're the boss," Hannah replied. "Except when I am," she whispered with a mischievous wink before turning and heading towards Blake.

Allison watched her go, her strong legs kicking slowly underwater. 

"Blake why aren't you wet yet?" Hannah shouted as she approached him.

Blake shrugged.

Hannah splashed water up at him.

"Get in here right now," she called, her thoughts flicking back to Allison's fingers on her pussy, momentarily permitting herself to entertain the idea of being the filling in a Blake-Allison sandwich. She felt herself moisten and shook the image from her head, splashing Blake once more as she drifted backwards.

"Anyone want another beer?" Blake called.

Melissa, David and Henry turned and saw him for the first time, shouting out a greeting.

"Beer?" Blake called back, holding up a bottle.

The trio looked at each other, apparently discussing it before kicking off from the rocks and heading back. Halfway over Henry and David began pushing one another, vying for position until they broke in to an all-out race. David arrived at the boulder first, reaching up to pull himself out, only to find Henry reaching up and grabbing his shorts, yanking him back down in to the water before making the first ascent out of the pool. He stood triumphantly on the edge of the boulder, giving Blake an exaggerated bow as he accepted the proffered beer, then reaching down to offer a hand first to Melissa as she arrived and then David.

Hannah climbed out too, wondering why Blake hadn't handed her a beer as he had with the others. Fetching one for herself she straightened up and saw Allison circling the pool, jumping from rock to rock, ducking under the over-hanging branches that bordered the river on that side.

The group sat in the blazing sun, drying quickly on the rock as they drank their beer. Henry and David had moved to the back of the boulder, sitting where it crept a little higher than the rest of the flat surface, sipping their beer and talking quietly. In front of them Blake sat cross-legged beside Melissa who'd found her book once more and lay on her back reading through her shades. To Melissa's left lay Allison and then Hannah, both on their backs. After a while Melissa sat up, put her book down and got to her feet, turning she walked to the crate of beer.

"Anyone want another?" she asked, plucking a few more bottle outs for those who'd asked.

She strolled slowly back, swaying what little she had in the way of hips and knocking her own bottle back as she went. She handed a bottle to Blake first, holding it a little longer than necessary as she stared at him over her shades. Then turned and gave one to Allison before looking up towards David and Henry. With a sigh she scrambled up the slight incline and handed Henry the beer he'd requested. Turning to head back she saw the other girls laying on their backs. Giving the boys another look she realised that their position was chosen specifically to provide them with a place to stare at their friends. She caught their eyes and silently shook her head at them, Henry blushing a little and David just smiling even wider and nodding. 

A while later Hannah disappeared, asking if anyone wanted to help her carry the empties back to the campsite, her tone making it exceptionally clear that she didn't expect anyone to volunteer. She'd kind of hoped that Allison might take up the request and that they might get a few minutes alone together for a quick bit of fun, but Allison's eyes had stayed shut and Hannah knew better than to arouse suspicion by waking her over such a trivial matter. 

When Hannah reappeared she bought some food with her, carrying it down in her canvas rucksack and passing it around for everyone to find something they wanted. With everyone else eating she returned to her place beside Allison and touched her shoulder, waking her and telling her she needed to eat something. For a moment Allison presumed that Hannah wanted her to shed her bikini and reached down to push her bottoms down her thighs, her hands freezing as her brain got up to full speed and she realised where she was. Laughing to herself and sharing a wide-eyed grin with Hannah she sat up and accepted the food.

The afternoon drifted on, Henry and David got back in the pool, trying to drown each other while the others watched, and then tried to first persuade and then drag the girls back in. Finally Hannah relented and dived in, her reluctance to get wet again washing away as the cool water enveloped her. She joined in Henry and David's games, splashing David with sweeps of her arms as Henry laughed. Then she turned to Henry, much to David's delight. Henry ducked below the surface, his attempt at stealth made completely useless by the crystal clear water. Hannah played along though, feigning confusion as to where he'd gone, watching out the corner of her eye as he circled behind her and leapt up, wrapping his arms around her to hold her still as David returned fire. 

Hannah laughed and screamed, turning her face aside against the barrage and writhing in Henry's arms. Henry ducked behind Hannah as much as possible, getting as much of a soaking as she was by David's endless splashes. As she wriggled Henry couldn't help but feel her butt press firmly back against him, her thighs entwined with his and her breasts resting atop his arms folded across her ribs. 

"Let me go," she laughed, struggling half-heartedly to get free.

Henry felt his grip slip and expected Hannah to make a break for it but instead she stayed where she was, keeping up the pretence of struggling until Henry once more tightened his arms around her. He played along, laughing and holding her facing David. Straightening out his fingers he brushed them up and down her flanks, gently at first, wondering if he'd misread the signs. Hannah pushed back with her butt again, seemingly grinding it against Henry's cock.

Henry loosened his grip once more, giving Hannah another opportunity to escape and felt himself swell in his shorts as she did nothing more than thrash around pretending to struggle. Tightening his grip anew he caught Hannah's arms behind her back, squeezing her hands between their bodies, finding that her fingers now brushed against the firm shaft in his shorts. At first it seemed accidental and Henry assumed Hannah would either yell and finally struggle free or realise what she'd touched and freeze in embarrassment. She did neither, she maintained the pretence of trying to escape, writhing left and right while David continued splashing, then there it was again, her fingers brushing over his cock, softly enough to be written off as unintentional.

Henry pressed his hips forward, rubbing himself with minimal force against Hannah's butt. Her fingers returned, brushing across, lingering a fraction of a second, spreading out and caressing an inch before moving away again. His confidence rising, Henry pressed forward again, feeling Hannah bend at her waist to push back against him then snake her fingers around his cock as well as she could through his shorts, squeezing it, all the while screaming and kicking at David to stop.

Henry was about to see how far he could go by lowering one of his folded arms and slipping his hand between Hannah's firm thighs, but the moment he dropped one arm Hannah wriggled out of his grip. She moved a foot away before turning, giving Henry a quick look up and down, nodding thoughtfully before splashing him and turning to attack David.

Their battle went on for another thirty minutes, Henry's erection slowly subsiding, the sight of Hannah's big, wet breasts heaving around in her bikini doing little to help. They both caught the others eye several times, each time Henry would have to turn away before he blushed and Hannah would smile to herself.

Eventually she announced that she was done and headed towards the bank. David went after her, only stopping when Henry pulled him back and dunked him under the water. Hannah pulled herself out, standing away from the dry members of the group as the water poured off her. Melissa got to her feet and sauntered across, offering Hannah a towel.

"I told you he was big, didn't I?" she muttered, holding the towel open for Hannah to wrap herself in.

"I don't think you did," Hannah replied, "you said he was good, not big. Was it that obvious I was feeling him up?"

Melissa's face broke in to a grin, her eyes twinkling.

"No, it wasn't, but thanks for confirming it," she hissed, her smile broadening as Hannah froze in horror when she realised she'd walked right in to Melissa's trap.

"I'm going to take a shower," Hannah said quietly. "I'm going to take a shower," she said again, announcing it to everyone else.

"Me too," David shouted making a mad dash for the edge of the pool.

Henry went after him, both of them pulling themselves free and quickly towelling themselves dry before heading after Hannah's disappearing form.

"Do you think they realise there's separate shower blocks?" Melissa asked as she returned to where Blake and Allison were sitting. Neither replied. "I guess they'll find out soon enough"

"We should pack all this stuff up and carry it back to the camp," Allison sighed, avoiding eye-contact with Blake as she got to her feet.

"Won't Hannah do it when she's had a shower?" Melissa asked, a smirk on her face.

"Blake can you carry the rest of the beer and the empties, and the guys' stuff, I'll take the bag and towels. Princess, can you manage your book and hat?" Allison asked, adding a ridiculous courtesy when she realised that maybe she'd sounded a little more bitchy than she meant to.

The three of them wandered back towards the camp, Allison walking ahead and Melissa strolling along beside Blake, whispering to him as they went.

"But seriously though, look at that arse," she said, "tell me you don't want that, hell I want it and I don't really go that way."

Blake couldn't help but stare at Allison's butt as she walked in front of him. Imagining her bending over and exposing her delectable swollen lips cupped in that tight yellow fabric.

"Shut up," he sighed.

*

By the time Hannah returned from the shower the three others had dressed and were sitting about as far apart as possible. Allison in her jeans and tee shirt reading a book, Blake in a tatty old pair of shorts as he peeled the bark off a branch with his pocket knife, and Melissa wearing a short summer dress, flipping through the pages of the porno magazine David had bought.

"What a bunch of happy campers," she said brightly, "how about we get this fire going and see about something to eat, I'm absolutely starving."

She set about rebuilding the fire, Blake eventually leaving his knife embedded in the log he'd been sitting on and kneeling beside her to help.

"I can do it myself," Hannah said, hoping to sound less hostile than she did.

"I know, it's just that if I'm going to sit around sulking I may as well be at home doing it," Blake replied.

"Thank you," Hannah said, looking up and smiling.

"What for?" Blake asked.

"For making an effort," she whispered, "I kind of like to think that we're all here to enjoy ourselves."

*

When Henry and David finally reappeared from the shower the fire was blazing and between them Hannah and Blake had managed to pull part of it out, spreading the embers and setting up a little rack to cook some burgers on.

"That smells delicious," Henry said, coming over and kneeling beside Hannah.

"You've got my porn," David exclaimed, marching over to Melissa.

"I have to say David, I'm not impressed." Melissa sighed, closing the magazine and handing it to him. "There's nothing good in there."

"Yeah, well..." David replied, "what is you want to see?"

Melissa stepped back and spoke quietly.

"A girl with her ankles behind her ears getting drilled, whores sucking cock," she whispered.

David froze as she circled him, her mouth by his ear.

"What else?" he muttered.

"Two guys butt-fucking,"she groaned.

David jumped to his feet.

"Jesus, what the hell's wrong with you?" he shouted, storming off and sitting himself back down on the opposite side of the fire.

"What did you do?" Blake asked as the group looked up at David's vocal disgust.

"Just asked him to evaluate his sexuality," Melissa giggled.

*

The evening wore on, everyone had eaten as much as they could and the atmosphere had relaxed as they reminisced and poked fun at one another. As the sun had slowly lowered itself below the horizon to be replaced with a vast canvas of stars, they moved closer to the warmth of the fire, passing around a bottle of red wine Hannah had fetched from her car.

Hannah and Henry sat side by side getting drunk quicker than everyone else and giggling uncontrollably at every opportunity. The rest of the group wondered when, or if, the pair would stumble towards one of their tents and disappear for the night. Eventually though, after wandering off to find another bottle, Hannah moved and sat beside Allison, wrapping her arm around her flinching shoulder and whispering in her ear. It wasn't long before Allison announced that she and Hannah were getting tired and were going to lay down in her tent and talk in there.

"You never know, she might vomit and choke in her sleep," Allison explained as Blake helped Hannah to her tent.




Summertime Lust Ch. 03



Final Chapter

'What am I doing?' Karen asked herself lying in bed listening to Peter snore and watching the beige curtains start to lighten as the sun began to rise the morning after her escapade in the Library with Mark. She had been sat up for most of the night, a book sat face down and open on her bedside she had read four chapters before realising she had no idea what was going her mind clearly elsewhere. Sitting there her husband fast asleep next to her she had let her mind wander... She had to be truthful with herself, she knew what was between Mark and her was not love but sheer lust a beast that they both found thrilling to ride. Just a brief thought of Mark sent the butterflies into motion her stomach as if she were a teenage girl again.

She had known for such a long time how Mark had felt about her, she had told him as much but she had not told him how as he got older she had also found she felt a longing for him. Their holiday had been a week long thrill for Karen, it was seeing the look in Marks eyes, that wanton gaze that made her feel so special, Peter was too dim to realise that she was dressing for the young lad not for him but it was easier to let Peter believe that it was all for him. Karen had felt excitement letting Mark see her naked back on the beach, when the bee had intervened and she had jumped to her feet, well, she knew everyone within hearing distance must have seen her tits including Mark. Peter had fucked her from behind that night and Karen had felt ashamed that she had thought of Mark and not of Peter behind her thrusting deep.

Peter rolled onto his stomach the movement silencing the snores for the time being, Karen let out a sigh Peter was a wonderful husband and father but as a lover...well he was lacking, foreplay to him was a slap on the backside and finger in her cunt for a minute before he got his cock in her, though he expected a blow job more often than not, Karen having to take him to the brink before he spilled his seed over her ample tits, she had only swallowed Peter's load once he had been ecstatic at that outcome but she told him it was not her thing. Karen blushed now remembering taking Marks surprise load, almost chocking on it and realised she had enjoyed it. One of her hands had found its way to just above her pyjama bottoms where her sex simmered with longing. She forced the hand back up, if Peter woke he would expect to get in on the show and Karen just was not in the mood for him.

Karen had showered, dressed and was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for herself and her brood by the time Peter came downstairs, he sat at the table grabbing the morning paper as he did so one hand out clasping for his daily cup of morning coffee. James was not far behind, already dressed and looking sullen, "What's the matter?" Karen asked joining them at the table slices of toast piled high on a plate in her hands.

 "Mark is being a retard," James said grabbing a slice of toast and savagely buttering it as he spoke, "he's been blowing me and the guys off the last few days, saying 'I have to get this or that' or 'university, university' blah blah, crap" He lifted the toast and took a big bite. Karen was pleased with the silence she opened her mouth to speak then James let rip again, Specks of toast flying from his mouth as he spoke. "I mean it's not like he has a girlfriend!" 

Karen smiled at this, 'would I class as a girlfriend or a lover' she thought but said, "Well maybe he's being sensible, you both leave in a week and you have done nothing. What happened to all those books you were meant to buy?" 

James looked at his mother with wide eyes and sighed, "Jesus mom why don't you just adopt Mark." Peter laughed at this and shook his head eyes never leaving the newspaper. James had always been so immature both he and Mark were only children so you could not blame that, perhaps it was just one of those things. Though she worried that James would find University that much more difficult if he did not grow up quickly whereas Mark seemed to be in the right frame of mind to fit in easily. 

"You need to grow up," Peter said putting his newspaper down and looking directly at James, "your eighteen going on thirteen the way you act. Maybe Mark does have a girlfriend and he's just too embarrassed to let you meet her," James jaw dropped open. "Or maybe he is starting to realise that he may have out grown you." He held his sons stare a moment longer letting his little speech sink in then lifted the paper and resumed reading it.

"Your father's right in a roundabout kind of way," James attention turned to Karen, "We are not going to be around to dig you out of trouble, and Mark's your best friend talk to him before you lose him."

 Mark had come out to the park reluctantly, he wanted to stay close to home in case Karen made an appearance, it had only been yesterday they had met in the Library but that felt like weeks ago now. James had come knocking all sincere which was very unlike him that Mark had felt a touch of concern for his friend as well as a little guilt at what he, Mark, was doing to his friend's mom. The guilt won out and he went with James to meet up with Brian, Oscar and Floyd. For a gathering of geeks they were quite good with a football and the morning had gone by quicker than Mark had thought. Now all five of them sat on the grass, a bottle of coke between them a healthy dose of rum mixed in, "What's going on Mark?" James asked, his face a slab of solemnity. Mark was taken aback by his friend's attitude that he had the disconcerting feeling that he knew what he and Karen were up to. "I mean the last week or so you have really changed."

Brian snorted hearing a conversation that did not involve a console game or a fantasy book and grabbed the bottle of coke and took a big swig passing it on to Floyd. "To be honest," the honest answer would not be good, but Mark could miss out a big chunk, "I'm just getting my act together. There is more to life than alcohol and porn mags. I mean were University students and we are acting like kids," he shook his head feeling good about getting this off his chest. It had been months in coming. "Maybe its time you did the same thing?" James was on his feet in a flash and stormed off.

Oscar put down his comic and looked at Mark, "If that's the sugar coated version I would hate to hear the original."

Mark had felt shitty all afternoon after that, he had stayed with his remaining three friends all of who it seemed felt the same way which made Mark feel even shittier. The sun was setting when he finally dragged himself home, he opened the gate to the front garden and only realised someone was sat waiting when he lifted his head up after he had fished the keys from his pocket. "Karen!" he said the realisation that it was the first time he had ever said her name out loud going by unnoticed. Karen pushed herself to her feet but kept low, the garden hedgerow on either side offering a little protection and keeping her secluded. "No one's home, your mom wanted help with your secret party." 

The secret party was anything but, the alcohol was piling up in the house and Mark had stumbled across the going away banner and balloons that very morning. "Yeah she's working late, didn't she tell you?" Mark said the final words petering out as Karen smiled. "She must have forgotten," the days falling out with James was suddenly behind him the weight lifting from his shoulders in that little smile that Karen gave him.

It felt so naughty sneaking into Mark's house Karen was again reminded of being a teenager. Mark closed the door and locked it from the inside, "Mom will be home at about nine I think, but you can never be too careful." Karen was on him as the last word came out, their lips meeting as their hips joined a passionate embrace that surprised them both, "Wow!" Mark said croakily as they parted, Karen's face felt flushed, her heart beating wildly, it had not slowed since seeing Mark walk down the path. She took his hand and led him upstairs and to his bedroom.

 "I want to see it?" she said entering the room and turning to face Mark. Mark gave a goofy smile in return and started to unbuckle his jeans, "Not that," Karen said then stopped herself, "Well that as well but I want to see the photograph of me." Thinking of that day on the beach during the night had reminded her again that Mark had a photograph of her, she was intrigued to see how good it was and to see how good she looked, and she could only imagine it must be worth keeping if Mark still had it around.

Mark was unsure about the request, he had felt rather dirty when he had admitted to having the photograph even if it was just a nod, but it was a confession never the less. He stopped undoing his jeans and went to his knees reaching under his bed and pulling out the lockbox. His hands shook with apprehension as he unlocked it Karen sat down on the bed next to the box as he lifted the lid. He rummaged about briefly and pulled out the dog eared photograph.

Karen gave a light laugh as she saw herself all those years ago. The photograph was a off centre, mainly sand with Karen filling about a third of the shot and even that was slightly blurred. Her face was red, eyes shut and mouth open wide in a scream forever frozen, her breasts looked huge frozen in flight as it were, slightly higher than she remembered them being. "Not bad. And you have had it all this time?"

Mark looked at the photograph a smile on his lips, "Yeah it's been in and out of that box for the last two, three years," saying it now to Karen was as cathartic as telling her son that he was growing apart from him. 

Karen took the photograph off Mark bringing it closer to her face she squinted at it, looking at her breasts and her nipples then at her face and how old she looked how any teenage boy found her attractive she would never know but one was knelt before her now, "And do you..." she motioned with her free hand, curving it around an imaginary cock and stroking thin air.

Mark laughed, "Yes, quite a few times actually." He was aroused, unbelievably so he moved his knees beneath him trying to get his cock to stop pinching below his belt, he wanted Karen right there and then on his bed, they had time his mom would not be home for another hour at least, he wanted to play with her pussy one more time then see how it felt around his cock if she would let him. 

Karen dragged her eyes away from the photograph and handed it back to Mark noticing the hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips and moved from knee to knee on the floor. She wanted him too wanted to feel his cock in her, to feel if it stretched her as it had stretched her mouth but Jean was due home soon, though perhaps they had time for something else. Karen pulled her t-shirt up over her head, her bra clad breasts exposed. Mark quickly started to undo his jeans as Karen reached behind and unhooked her bra letting her breasts drop free as she pulled it from her.

Mark stared at Karen's breasts almost hypnotised as they settled down, he lifted a hand running it over her skin, feeling slight imperfections beneath his finger tips. His fingers stroked across her right nipple that instantly hardened and he cupped her right tit and felt its heavy weight. He licked his lips as he leaned in parting them as he took the hard nipple in his mouth, his teeth resting over the warm nub of hard flesh and giving it a playful nip. The sigh from Karen urged him on and he repeated the same steps with her left tit. He was amazed at their warmth and weight as he cupped them lifting them one after the other bringing each nipple up to his waiting mouth.

Mark had not needed any guidance in how to treat her tits, his touch was gentle but firm when it needed to be and his mouth had taken her nipples with relish and pleasure. Karen's hands had found Mark's jeans partly undone an quickly finished the job as he took her left nipple into his mouth for the first time. His cock was erect and hot, a pulsing thickness that radiated heat, her grasp had brought an appreciative moan from Mark. She worked him slowly, pulling his foreskin slowly back from his bulbous cock head and working his shaft as his tongue, mouth and hands toyed with her tits.

 Mark buried his face into Karen's cleavage breathing in her odour and feeling the pressure of her tits press on his face. He pulled away taking in the sight, Karen's chest flushed red, her tits reddening where he had kissed and sucked on her pale flesh and her nipples two thick hard nubs of flesh one still damp with his spittle. Mark stood up his cock rising in front of Karen, he had wanted to do this for such a long time, he could see Karen knew what he wanted, she took hold of her breasts parting them slightly as Mark took hold of the root of his cock pushing forward and nestling it between her warm cleavage. When Karen brought her tits together they enveloped his cock the warmth and rapid beating of her heart making Mark shudder and sigh.

 Karen looked down seeing Marks glistening cock head rising from between her tits as he slowly started to thrust back and forth. He rested his hands on her shoulders finding support as he began to fuck her ample tits. Karen stuck her tongue out tilting her head further down the tip of her tongue catching Marks cock head on its next rise, Mark stopped moving, his cock held firmly in place by Karen's tits her tongue moving across his sticky, wet cock head before he resumed his thrusting now with more urgency. Karen pushed her tits further together her fingers going to her nipples teasing them as Marks young cock worked back and forth.

 Mark let go of Karen's shoulders, leaning back a little so he could see her magnificent tits once more, he caught Karen's eye and saw the lust within, he wanted to be in her but he was so close now it would have been embarrassing. His next breath came out with a moan, "Close?" Karen asked and Mark nodded. Her tits fell away from around his cock and she quickly took hold of him in one hand, she worked him quickly until he rested his own hand on hers and told her to slow down, she had as much to learn as Mark did it would seem. Mark gasped loudly just as they heard the front door close downstairs. "I'm home Mark." His mom called out as Mark unloaded over Karen's tits. 

Mark bit the back of his hand as Karen worked his cock slowly, foreskin pulled back his cock head was a purple bloom as his cum erupted forth in ribbons that splattered across Karen's tits and nipples. They both looked at one another stifling laughter as Karen worked his cock slowly, squeezing out what she could from his cock as Mark's mom moved around down stairs. Finally Karen let go of his cock, her hand already a sticky mess was made worse as she ran it across her breasts gathering Mark's load and feeling more turned on as she felt the cooling load on her nipples, Mark handed her a tissue from near his computer as he hastily did up his jeans. Jean could hear movement upstairs she had not expected much of a reply from Mark so went about getting her shoes off and putting the kettle on, when Mark still had not replied or even come downstairs she decided to head up to see if he was okay. She was halfway up when she wondered if he had brought a girl home, this was a much nicer thought than if James was up there with him. She knocked on his bedroom door her knuckles had barely left the wood when she pushed the door open. "Mark everything okay?" she said walking in to find, Mark at his table and Karen leaning over him.

Mark looked up surprised, "Oh hi mom I didn't hear you come in, I was just showing Karen here the curriculum for University." Mark had to lean forward to see Jean who was a little concerned about how close Karen's breasts were to her sons face.

"He's got a heavy load by the looks of things," Karen said straightening up and swallowing a laugh when she realised her double entendre. Jean walked slowly over to them, "Yes he has, why are you hear Karen?" The question was more confrontational than Jean had expected it to be. To see Karen so close to Mark had surprised her, those breasts so close to her sons face that he could have stuck out his tongue and touched them, if she did not know Karen so well Jean would have thought she was teasing her son.

Karen looked surprised at the question and hoped that the lie was going to hold, "You told me you needed a hand with that 'thing' you were doing."

Karen's heart stopped when Jean failed to reply straight away, then thankfully Jean spoke, "Did I?" she shook her head, "It's just been one of those weeks, I'm lucky my head is attached or I'd forget that one day." And with that the suspicion and unusual tension in the room lifted as Jean racked her brain trying to remember when she had asked Karen to come and help.

Karen patted Mark on the shoulder, "Well we will leave you to it young scholar." She wanted to lean down and kiss him too but held the temptation back, they could kiss and do so much more soon. The women walked out the room talking in whispers about the party and Mark shook his head, he was in deep with a married woman, a family friend at that and they had almost been caught out. For Mark University could not come quickly enough, for Mark University could wait a little longer.

The next week was a blur for everyone, the gap between James and Mark had rapidly grown into a void much to Karen and Marks despair. Meeting up had suddenly become impossible, Mark was not welcome over at James' house and he had made enough noise about it, while over at Marks when Karen did turn up it was to help his mother with the party any time then was spent with a quick fondle or a kiss while Jean was off in the bathroom or kitchen or Karen was in the bathroom. The only time the two of them had spent more than ten minutes together had been by accident.

Jean had sent Karen to the supermarket to get party food, Mark had blundered into the same supermarket hunting down snacks for an impromptu visit to the cinema with Oscar and Floyd. When they noticed each other from across the vegetable aisle Mark had grinned like an idiot and Karen had blushed like a school girl. They had gotten into Karen's car after she had offered to drop him near the cinema which Mark had hastily accepted. The cemetery was nowhere near the cinema but it was near as private as either of them could get right there and then. Mark had gotten his cock out before the car had even stopped, they kissed deeply between the space of the car seats and Karen's hand found Marks cock quickly. Karen had to stop for a moment as she hiked with zero finesse her dress up to her waist and pulled her knickers down. Mark's hand and fingers found Karen wet and ready, his index finger slipping easily between her labia and into her warm hole his palm pressing against her clitoris. 

They worked one another to climax quickly, Karen's walls clenching marks finger as she orgasmed her hand tightening around Marks cock, holding on for dear life as her body shook. Mark followed swiftly behind, Karen leaning over him and clamping her mouth around his cock as he came working his shaft as he filled her mouth.

The next time they saw one another was an hour before the surprise party, which by now had lost any sense of being a surprise. Mark had answered the phone to enough aunts and uncles to know that on Saturday they would all be there and that it was for his party. Jean was a little upset that her son had figured out her master plan though relieved she no longer had to sneak around. Jean had forced Mark to go next door to Karen's house and ask James to come along, it had taken Jean a lot of will power to ask such a question as she was more relieved at not seeing James around with his pervert eyes that seemed to be constantly glued to her or so she thought.

Mark knocked on the door, hoping Karen would answer instead Peter opened the door and looked genuinely surprised to see Mark, "Hello there stranger, how have you been keeping?"




Summertime Lust Ch. 03



Mark smiled, hiding his disappointment, "Not too bad thanks, is James about?" he asked. Peter smiled at this and opened the door pointing upstairs. Mark walked through the house looking for signs of Karen while trying to look like he wasn't looking. By the time he got upstairs he was even more disappointed. Mark pushed open James' door surprised that it was not closed and locked he was even more surprised to find James at a desk a pile of books next to him and a notepad open that he was writing furiously in. "Hey," Mark said as a greeting.

James turned in his chair, "Hey," he replied back, "Anything I can help you with?"

"Look, I know what I said was a little rough but," Mark began just as James cut him off with a raised hand.

"Forget about it, you told me a home truth and to be honest I was fucking mad for a while but you know what? You were right. I just didn't know how to say that to you without your head swelling to ten times its size." James said a sheepish smile on his face.

Mark gave a soft laugh at that, "hey I have that under control now it only swells to three times its size. I leave on Monday and my mom's throwing me a party for me,"

"No shit Sherlock," James joked.

"Right! Be shitty if you weren't there." Mark conceded, James frowned and looked at his text books his pen tapping lazily in one hand, "Floyd, Oscar and Brian are there and a couple of my cousins that are pretty cute." James nodded his head slowly to that his eyes closed as he pondered his situation. Mark had had enough, "Stop being an arsehole and get over there in the next ten minutes." They laughed easily together and James threw his pen down on the table, "Hey we will still see each other on breaks when we come home,"

James stood up stretching his arms to the ceiling and yawning, "Very true, friends for life buddy."

"Hello Mark," Karen said from behind her voice a little off kilter, "Did I hear laughing?" Mark smiled at her his heat beating faster just at the sight of her. "I take it you two have made up."

"Were eighteen mom not eight," James was tidying his books away as he spoke, not noticing the lingering look between his mom and best friend, "by the way we're going next door for a little party."

"Thank god!" Karen exclaimed rather too loudly and excitedly. 

James looked at her with surprise her reaction a little too out there to be normal. "Dad not taking you out enough mom?"

Karen laughed more off kilter, "Just excited that you two are friends again and I get to go out." She walked off quickly not waiting for a reply from James or Mark.

The house was crowded inside and out. Uncle Bob had decided that a barbecue was in order and had fired one up in the garden much to Jean's dismay, it was not part of her well laid plans but she was the only who seemed concerned by that. The smell of the burning briquettes had lured people outside into the cool evening air alleviating the pressure on a swollen living room and kitchen. After about an hour Mark had shook hands, hugged people and received kisses on the cheeks as well as on the lips from one Aunt that came close to incest, that he felt exhausted there was only so many ways to tell people he was excited about going to University. 

Mark now stood in the kitchen a glass of wine in one hand talking to Floyd at great lengths about the current season of Deep Space Nine when he caught sight of Karen. She stepped in through the back door, he briefly lost track of her behind a small group of people when she reappeared a drink had magically found her empty hand. She greeted people like old friends a hug and a kiss a slight conversation then she was off moving ever closer to Mark but not looking at him. Her dark hair was loose and had been curled slightly at the ends so that it bounced on her shoulders as she moved. She wore a long white summer dress that was dotted with pink flowers. Her cleavage pushed up high and the curve of her breasts on show between a cheeky low cut at the front.

Mark acted as aloof as he could, he nodded and interjected key words when Floyd fell quiet, the words were enough to get Floyd flying again until Karen entered their orbit where he fell silent his eyes unashamedly going to the low cut front and resting on the breasts that lay beneath. "Hello Mark, Floyd, you boys doing well?" She asked, her lips had been painted a dark red that shimmered with the lights and made them look even fuller. Floyd was painfully shy and quickly made a terrible excuse pushing past Mark to get away. "He'll never get a girlfriend if he doesn't come out of his shell." Karen said sadly watching him go, "So how are you doing Mark?"

"Hugged out and tired from talking about University," he said truthfully, "How about you Karen?"

She smiled at him and took a sip from her own glass of white wine, "I'm doing well, quite a turn out for you, a popular lad it would seem." There were people here that she had known from Mark and James' college but they seemed more Marks friends than James' which struck her deep down and made her feel a little sad for her son, she hoped that University would change that. 

"Who knew I was so popular," Mark replied, "I leave on Monday, this will be the last time I see any of these guys for some time if ever." He had come to depend on a lot of the friends that filled his house, he knew that they would be friends for life whether they remained close and in touch was still a mystery to him.

"That reminds me, I have a present for you." Karen finished of her wine and absently put the glass down, she looked around everyone was busy in their own little chats but she was more concerned about James and Peter, "it's nothing big but I hope it will remind you of home and of me." She said turning back to Mark, "I need to go to the bathroom, hope you don't mind." She said out of the blue and walked off.

Mark gave it a minute before he downed his own glass and headed with what he hoped was a casual walk to the kitchen door and the hallway and stairs beyond. It took another five minutes for him to get to the stairs as he got caught up in photographs and little conversations that he was dragged into. He made it to the top of the stairs and sighed with relief, it was empty up hear and a little cooler, his thumb and finger rubbed between his eyes letting his mind settle. He pushed open his bedroom door and found Karen waiting for him.

The library had not prepared her for this, her husband and son were downstairs and here she was with her young lover at that moment she did not care for anyone else if they were caught then she would worry. "You took your time," she said her voice wavy with nerves, they had already gone so far as a couple but this next step was huge for both of them.

Mark closed the door softly behind him, "I would have run if I thought I would have gotten away with it." Alone now he felt nervous, the laughter and noise from downstairs seemed quiet compared to the pounding in his chest, one more drink probably would have helped but there was no time for that now. Karen stepped forward hands going up to the tied neck of the dress, Mark licked his lips with anticipation as he watched Karen fumble with the knot. 

Peter had almost thrown himself onto Karen when he found out what she was wearing or more to the point what she wasn't. She had playfully slapped his hands away then slapped them a little further when he did not take the hint. She toyed with him and had told him he would have to wait until after the party, she hoped the free alcohol would make it a moot point. The knot finally gave in and she held her breath letting the dress drop to the floor revealing her naked body beneath. It was as if Mark was seeing her naked for the first time, her breasts hung heavy and free nipples already firming up. Her pubic hair a dark mass that nestled between her thick thighs, he went to her and put his warm hands on her cool hips, the kiss was light and lingering as they tasted one another. Mark pulled Karen closer feeling her breasts press up against his chest her lips parting and his tongue slipping into her mouth and tasting wine. They said nothing, hands and gestures were enough, Karen sat on the bed as Mark undressed, his cock rigid and quickly taken by Karen into her mouth.

 His cock felt bigger than before Karen thought as she took him willingly into her mouth anticipation had swollen him to a greater size and she felt giddy at the thought of having him in her soon. She sucked him slowly, one hand on the thick shaft the other at his balls squeezing gently while Mark reached beneath stroking and toying with one tit and nipple. As she took him in her mouth her hips rocked back and forth on the bedstead her sex wet, willing and aflame. Mark pulled back, his cock slipping free now wet and glistening before him as he rested his hands on Karen and pushed her down onto the bed. Karen went willingly her legs parting as she lay back.

Mark kissed her from knee to thigh on both legs before travelling further in to the epicentre of her musky smell. His tongue ran between her swollen, wet labia a moan escaping from Karen's parted lips at the sensation a lower moan and gasp as his tongue connected with her clitoris. Mark kept his tongue where it was turning in small circles as his finger found Karen's hole with ease, she felt far wetter than he had ever experienced with her before. "In me," Karen breathed out, her hands finding his hair and pulling him up to her, they kissed deeply tongues clashing. Marks cock nudged at her opening and Karen reached down steadying the thick mass and helping it into her.

Karen tensed a little as she felt herself being spread, even though Mark was not as long as peter his girth made up for it. Just when she thought he was fully in Mark pushed forward with his hips and the final inch or two slipped in causing her to yip in surprise. Mark froze and looked at Karen she smiled and lifted her hips as she kissed him gently. Karen blocked out the rest of the world there was only her, Mark and the fire that was between them now. She controlled him well, he sped up now and then and a simple tightening of her grip on his backside slowed him down, soon they found their rhythm and Karen moaned with pleasure as she felt Marks young, thick cock penetrate her.

Karen was his first, he had worried what would happen the first time, how he would let himself down with something embarrassing instead all thoughts had slipped from him the moment his cock had slipped into Karen. He had not known what to expect from a woman in her forties, she felt tight around his cock and was amazed at how her walls gripped at him as he slid in and out of her. He leaned his head down moving his body slightly so that he could take a nipple in his mouth, his cock pushed deep into Karen and he nibbled gently on her nipple his cock pulsing inside her with excitement.

Karen moved her body twisting as she sat up almost pushing Mark off the bed his cock popping free of her with a 'slurp' she sat astride of him now, and reached under herself taking hold of his sticky cock and effortlessly guiding it back in. She rode Mark slowly, letting his hands and mouth find her swaying tits, in this position he filled more of her and she could grind her clitoris down. She moved with more purpose now and Mark lay back his hands around her tits fingers pinching her nipples, Karen pushed down on Mark her clitoris going nuclear.

Mark sensed the change in pace, felt it deep in her and knew she was going to orgasm while his cock was in her. Karen's breathing had become rapid, her back arched and her tits swayed with each stroke. Karen's moans became louder and Mark quickly reached up his thumb sinking between her dark, full lips. Karen sucked on it noisily as her body began to shake her orgasm exploding through her. Mark watched in awe as Karen seemed to spasm, he could feel her orgasm through his cock, feel her juices washing over him as she gave in to the moment.

Karen sucked Marks thumb greedily, her moans muffled enough as her orgasm sent her body into uncontrollable spasms, she had never cum this hard for Peter not in many years the sensation was almost alien to her. As it subsided Mark slipped his thumb free letting Karen gulp in air, he was still in her and she wanted more of him. Karen leaned forward her tits just above Marks face and picked up her pace.

Mark lifted his head trying to get a tongue onto her nipples as they rhythmically swayed above his face, his hands had gone to her large backside holding her steady as Karen rode him faster and faster. Mark met her thrusts pushing as deep as he could into her, his balls and cock head tingling as he neared his own orgasm. He motioned for Karen to get of him, he would shoot on her belly or his own he had guessed then realised Karen had other plans. He held her backside and plunged deep into her his own hips and backside lifting from the bed. 

He gasped loudly, neck muscles tensing, hands gripping a little too hard into her backside and Karen stopped moving, she could feel him pulsing inside and knew he was ejaculating deep into her.

It felt amazing to Mark, he wanted to be deeper still in Karen as he unloaded his hips were off the bed and he strained pushing further still as his cock twitched and his cum filled her up. With an almost agonising moan Mark lowered his hips. Karen leaned in kissing him deeply pleased that he kissed back just as deeply, she rolled off him and stood on unsteady legs. Mark's cock twitched still a glistening mix of their fluids across its length. Mark watched Karen get dressed, which took all of a minute. Apart from when Karen had asked Mark to be in her they had not talked, the act had been enough for both of them, bodies entwined and organs plunged deep they had made love for Mark it had been the first time. 

Karen hoped that Mark would not talk, especially of love as she dressed. She smiled at him as he lay there watching her, "You are going to make plenty of girlfriends at University." She finally said doing the knot up on her dress. 

Mark laughed, "I'll have you to thank for that." He had known it was never love between them, lust was as close a definition as he was willing to get, he had worried some nights that Karen would leave Peter and expect to run off with Mark he had continued the affair anyway and now tonight he had realised Karen had felt the same way all along. "If I get a girlfriend I'll make sure she thanks you."

Karen raised her eyebrows at this, she leaned forward giving Mark a lingering kiss, "Not a bad idea," she straightened up then said, "I've never had another woman before." And winked at Mark as she left his room, she smiled to herself as she heard him stumble of his words and closed the door behind her.

The rest of the party seemed drab to Mark he had gone downstairs finding he had been missed by nobody. By the end of the evening his mother was passed out in her bed and it was left to Mark to send everyone off. Saying goodbye to Karen was tough, the hug was embarrassing the kiss on the cheek even more so, it was not the send of he would have wanted but as things stood the smile he got when Karen looked over her shoulder was better than any hug or kiss.

Marks mom got all teary eyed at the train station, he had hoped to avoid any sort of melt down and asking if she would rather stay at home had not gone down well. His mom hugged him and cried on his shoulder, he promised to call and to write and that he would be home that very weekend which brought at least a moments rest to the crying. He boarded the train and found a four seat table empty, he sat down and waved at his mom as the train pulled off.

"Are any of these seats taken?" The voice was smooth as silk, Mark looked up and stared dumbly at the redhead that stood over him. Blue eyes picking out his own and a small spreading across her lips.

"No, no one at all feel free." Mark moved to stand up, stopping half way in an odd crouch-stance as the girl sat opposite him. He sat down a little embarrassed. The girl smiled sweetly and turned her attention to a book she had put down on the table. Mark caught a glance at the title before she opened it. "Great book, are you studying photography?" He asked.

The girl looked up, "Yes down in London, my first year actually."

Mark beamed a big smile, "No kidding, mine too, I'm Mark by the way."

The End



Summertime Lust Ch. 03



"It's possible," Blake replied.

"I'll make sure she's OK," Allison said quietly.

"OK, you're a good friend," Blake smiled, "good night."

"Night Blake," Allison said, kneeling and entering the tent beside Hannah.

Blake returned to the fire to find the other three had moved and sat side by side. Sitting down he accepted the bottle as Henry passed it on without drinking any.

"So what are we talking about?" he asked.

"I was just telling the others that I once caught Mrs Greene and that History teacher..." Melissa said, "what's his name?"

"Mr Moore?"Henry suggested, rubbing his eyes.

Yeah, Mr Moore, I caught them in that disused room at the top of the stairwell at college," Melissa laughed.

"No way," Blake grinned, "what were they doing?"

"He had her bent over a desk, his trousers down and her skirt up-"

"Wait, what were you doing up there?" Henry asked.

"Yeah, well, that's the thing," Melissa said with unusual coyness, "I was, uh, entertaining, someone."

"Who?" David asked excitedly.

"Never you mind," Melissa replied, taking the bottle and knocking it back.

"So you walked in on them while you were about to do the same thing that they were," Blake asked.

"Pretty much," Melissa nodded.

"I wish I'd been there," David laughed.

"Yeah, that's pretty awkward," Henry agreed.

"No, Mrs Greene was hot, what I would've given to see her getting drilled like that," David tipped his head back and roared with laughter.

"Always the gentleman," Blake smiled.

"I've gotta take a piss," David announced.

"Me too," Henry said.

"I bet I can do it faster," David shouted, jumping up and disappearing in to the darkness.

Henry sauntered off in the opposite direction.

"And then there were two," Melissa sighed, standing and walking over to sit beside Blake.

"So who was it?" Blake asked, "you know I'm not going to tell anyone."

"You really want to know?" Melissa asked, her hand on his shoulder.

Blake nodded and placed the empty bottle on the ground.

"OK, it was one of the science tech guys," she smiled.

"What, one of the ones from the labs?" Blake asked.

Melissa nodded.

"He had nice eyes," she said. "And a huge cock." Her smile cracked in to a broad grin. "Good times," she sighed.

Blake laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

"What?" Melissa said with mock indignation, "I wasn't going to fuck him, just blow him."

"Oh well that makes it so much better," Blake laughed.

"That reminds me," Melissa hissed leaning closer, "I believe I promised you I'd suck your cock tonight."

"No, really, it's fine," Blake replied waving a hand.

"Uh-uh, a promise is a promise," Melissa giggled, "come on, get it out." She reached for his fly.

Blake got to his feet, Melissa immediately dropping off the log and on to her knees in front of him.

"Melissa we can't" Blake hissed, looking around for any sign that any other others might be approaching.

"Why not?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Someone will see us," he answered, "come on, get up."

"Come with me then," Melissa said quickly, standing up and taking Blake's hand.

Blake hesitated.

"I promise it'll be the best blow job you've ever had," she whispered, her bare thigh creeping up between his and making contact with the hard contents of his shorts.

Blake let himself be led away in to the darkness, behind the tents and a little way away. His eyes finally got used to the darkness and the shape of Hannah's car appeared through the gloom.

"Here," Melissa said, positioning Blake and turning to look back towards the fire.

The fire was mostly shielded from view by the cluster of tents but it's soft orange glow was still very visible.

"Make it quick," Blake said quietly.

"Oh, you're such a romantic," Melissa teased, stepping forward and cupping him through his shorts.

Looking up in to his eyes she unfastened his fly and pushed his shorts down, following them and kneeling, lifting Blake's feet and pulling his shorts out from under them.

"That's better," she sighed, placing her hands on Blake's thighs and staring up at him, her breath on his stomach. "You'll enjoy this," she whispered, grinning, "I know I will."

Wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of Blake's engorged shaft Melissa giggled as she found they didn't meet.

"A two-hander," she groaned with a smile.

Her other hand rose up and grasped him gently, giving him a little squeeze before slowly massaging him up and down.

Blake stared down at the nymph, watching her in joy as her hands slid up and down his pole. Her touch felt so good, delicate yet insistent, teasing him to swell more until it took all her strength to hold him low enough for her mouth to make an initial survey. Her lips parted as she held his head before them, her breath breezing across him in the warm summer night. For a moment it seemed as if she'd either chicken out or gobble him down in one go, but with a smirk she flashed her eyes up to meet his and dodged her head to one side, pressing his hot shaft to her cheek and giving it a sideways kiss near the base.

Blake sighed, closing his eyes and fighting the urge to place his hands on Melissa's head.

Withdrawing she finally pressed her puckered lips to the bulbous purple tip, sucking through closed teeth before slipping her tongue out and probing his leaking slit.

Above her Blake gasped, his fists clenching before he put his hands behind his back on the cold front of the car.

Melissa traced her tongue down, its tip descending to the base of Blake's head, flicking back and forth momentarily before withdrawing entirely and silencing his groans of pleasure. She adjusted her grip and pressed him once more against her lips, her hands massaging him up and down again, pulling him more and more towards her mouth until he felt himself press against her teeth. Once more she licked across his head, circling it quickly before opening her mouth and placing him on her tongue, closing her lips around him and sucking for a few seconds before moving back and pulling him out with a soft, sucking 'pop'.

"It's like sucking on a lollipop," she sighed, "I love lollipops. I never had one that'd gush hot semen in to my throat though."

"Clearly there's a gap in the market," Blake groaned without humour as Melissa tugged him hard. 

Holding his shaft up she trailed kisses down its underside to his balls before opening her mouth wide and giving his girth a gummy bite.

"You felt so good. Piercing me. This afternoon." she moaned between licks and kisses as she made her way back up. "But. If there's. One thing. I love. It's the taste. Of hot. Man juice."

Her mouth now back at his head she parted her lips and descended them down his cock, taking as much as she could before sealing her mouth closed around him and sucking hard.

Blake felt the inside of Melissa's cheeks press against his throbbing manhood, her tongue trapped beneath him licking from side to side as best she could until she finally began dragging her mouth backwards, inch after inch of the saliva coated shaft reappearing from her mouth in a steady procession until she sat back, his head bobbing up and down in front of her face and dripping with the combination of her spit and his juices.

"I can see I'm going to have to learn to deep-throat," she giggled, "then I can feel this monster stretching open my throat when you pour everything you've got in to my stomach."

She took him firmly in her hands again, glaring up as she pumped him vigorously, her tongue slashing at him when the movement brought him closer enough.

Blake grunted, his knuckles white as he gripped at the car.

Melissa held him steady and pressed the tip of her tongue against the base of his head, writhing it back and forth like a landed fish while he tensed and relaxed in her hands, his juice oozing from his head only to be lapped up and drawn away in thin strands between his cock and her mouth.

"Fuck you taste good," she moaned, "I want you all over my face."

She aimed him back at her mouth, rubbing his glistening head around her lips and back over her cheeks, moving back and looking up at him.

Blake looked down at the multiple threads hanging from his throbbing cock to Melissa's beaming face, wondering if she'd ever been in the same position and had another girl lick it all off.

"You're not done yet," he groaned, finally giving in to temptation and reaching forward with one hand to grasp her head.

"Oh, not by a long shot" Melissa began, "I want you-"

Her words disappeared to muffled moans of delight as Blake forced her face forward on to himself and felt her suck him deep in to her mouth once more.

"Fuck that's good," he grunted, guiding her head back and forth as she moaned and mumbled around him.

Yanking her head back she looked up at him.

"Fuck my face," she ordered, her mouth hanging open as she gasped down another breath before reapplying her frantic ministrations.

Blake's hand gripped tightly in Melissa's long dark hair, twisting it around his fingers and pushing her down deeper on to his burning length. He heard her choke and pulled her back quickly, his sudden fear vaporising as she looked up with a dirty grin.

"More," she gasped.

Blake pushed her back down feeling his impending orgasm roar back up as every soaked inch of his thick cock came under Melissa's attention once more. For a moment he debated whether to tell her or just pump his seed in to her mouth, assuming that she'd probably like the shock of the latter. He felt himself tense, the immediacy draining him momentarily, like the tide disappearing before a tsunami pours forth.

Melissa leaned back, her hand holding him aside as she turned her head.

"What?" Blake gasped, feeling his body see-saw on the edge, not sure whether to retreat or if it was too late and it should just go ahead and ejaculate.

"Not yet," Melissa breathed, flicking her eyes from Blake's head up to his face and grinning wickedly.

"Jesus," Blake groaned, "you have no idea how close you are to getting it."

"Mm-hmm," Melissa nodded, still looking away in to the darkness.

"What are you looking at?" Blake finally asked.

"I'm wondering how long it's going to take Henry to get up the nerve to come over here," she said matter-of-factly.

"What!?" Blake hissed.

"Come on Henry," Melissa called softly, "I only bite a little bit."

"What the fuck?" Blake gasped, pulling himself free. "I'm not watching you go down on Henry too."

"Fine," Melissa said, "go finish yourself off, or y'know, ask Allison if she'll do it," she laughed and turned to watch Henry appear sheepishly from the depths of the gloom. "There's a good boy," she praised, "no need to be shy."

Blake watched Henry approach, making an effort not to make eye contact as he shuffled forward, his jeans already half down and his cock in his hand.

"How long have you been watching?" Melissa asked, still in complete control despite her position on her knees at Blake's feet.

"Uh, a while," Henry muttered.

"And you were probably wishing it was you here rather than Blake?" Melissa asked.

Henry nodded and looked up, catching Blake's eye.

"That's funny because Blake just decided that he didn't want me to suck his cock any more, and to be honest I'm so horny right now I'll suck anyone."

"Now wait a minute-" Blake began, stopping as Melissa turned her head and looked up at him critically.

"You have something to say?" she asked.

"I was here first," Blake replied, immediately realising how lame it sounded.

Melissa reached out and caught hold of Henry's jeans, tugging him forward until he stood to her left. Reaching up she knocked his hand aside and wrapped her own fingers around his shaft, keeping her eyes locked on Blake's. She began stroking Henry up and down, licking her lips and raising an eyebrow, challenging Blake to make the next move. She took his inactivity to be acceptance and once more reached up with her free hand and took hold of his cock.

"Isn't it nice when we share?" she sighed, looking back and forth between the two friends standing above her. "You two can share my hands and mouth with each other, and share your cum with me."

"Fuck," Henry gasped as Melissa turned her head to him and sucked him noisily between her lips, her hand pumping Blake's shaft slowly.

"I wonder if I can get you both to cum at the same time," she grinned up at them, "I've never had two guys paint my face with their cum at the same time."

Melissa turned and pressed her lips back to Blake's rigid shaft, still red and swollen, nearly on the point of eruption. She stroked it slowly with one hand while lapping at his head, staring up at him as she went, daring him to do anything but stand by and watch as she sucked off him and his best friend together.

"I'm going to cum soon," Henry warned her as her hand pumped him up and down.

"You must've been doing a solo performance before I saw you," Melissa teased, turning and licking the length of Henry's cock before sucking him deep in to her mouth. "You naughty boy," she gasped, releasing him and breathing quickly, "keeping it for yourself for so long." 

She lowered her mouth on to him again, sucking hard and feeling herself moisten as he grunted and thrust against her face.

"I wish David was here," she moaned, pumping both cocks in a steady, fast rhythm, "I'd love to lay on my back, naked, with my legs spread while the three of you shower me with your hot creamy man juice. Shall we go find him?"

"Fuck you're filthy," Blake groaned, gasping as Melissa thrashed her tongue against the sensitive underside of his head again.

"Not nearly enough yet," she replied, sucking him hard. "Come on boys, drench me."

"Oh god," Henry grunted, his knees buckling a little. 

Melissa turned quickly to face him, opening her mouth with a smile and looking up at him.

"Give it to me," she hissed, lowering her lips.

Henry felt the surge swell up and gush the length of his cock, firing out in to Melissa's eager mouth, her eyes never leaving his until he closed them and tipped his head back as the second shot raced out.

"Shit!" Blake cried, "here it comes."

Melissa turned towards him, immediately taking a shot to her cheek from Henry and failing to align her mouth with Blake in time, his first shot splattering over her right cheek and nose, the second on target as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked it down, gulping on his hot, pearly seed. Henry twitched and let loose another arcing string of semen, leaving it trailed on Melissa's jaw and neck, watching it ooze on to her shoulder. Pulling her mouth off Blake she returned it to Henry, lapping at his head to get every last trace from him. Blake panted, holding himself and aiming for Melissa's chest, decorating her throat and collar bones between the thin straps of her dress. Satisfied that Henry was spent Melissa turned and cleaned off Blake's cock, savouring the last drops before licking her lips and smiling up at him.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she grinned.

Both guys offered her a hand to help her to her feet, awkwardly pointing to the remaining deposits they'd made over her upper body, Melissa scooping them up on her fingers and swallowing them slowly. Finally convinced that there was nothing left to clean she straightened her dress.

Blake located his discarded shorts and pulled them back on, consciously avoiding Henry's gaze and unsure of what to say next.

"One of us should probably try to find David," he shrugged at last.

"I'll do it," he said in unison with Henry, both looking up and catching the other's eye. 

Blake was the first to move, wishing Henry and Melissa a good night and strolling back towards the fire. David was immediately visible silhouetted against the orange glow but Blake deliberately took his time, not eager to explain his whereabouts to his ever-curious friend.

As Blake wandered away Henry smiled awkwardly at Melissa, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well, uh, good night, I guess," he muttered.

"Bed time it is," Melissa smiled, "your tent or mine?"

"What?" Henry asked, almost certain he'd misheard her.

"I know you've got another load in you yet," Melissa purred, stepping towards him and tugging at his belt. "So how about it? Fancy showing me what else you can do with that thing?"

Henry wasn't sure what to say, he hesitated, Melissa's delicate body seemingly dwarfed by his stature but nonetheless towering above him in the forwardness stakes. 

"Come on," she ordered, pulling him forward and back towards the tents.

She led him round to her tent, pushing him down to his knees with a hand on his shoulder and watching him crawl in before following him.

"I might need a minute," Henry apologised as he knelt on the ground.

"A big strong man like you?"Melissa asked, "well OK, I'll give you a hand."

Her eyes glinted up at him as her fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and snaked inside his boxer shorts.

"Lay down," she whispered, shuffling out of the way to allow Henry to recline.

He pulled off his tee shirt and lay flat on Melissa's bed roll. Melissa tugged off his jeans and boxer shorts, moving about him in a low crouch, her feline body stretching to step across the solid bulk of his form. Henry watched as Melissa pulled her dress off over her head, her pert little breasts begging to be fondled by his huge rough hands. She straddled one of his thighs, sighing as he instinctively raised it against her, allowing her to rub her panty-clad lips up and down.

Melissa wrapped one hand around Henry's thick cock, her fingers failing to meet as she lifted it from it's semi-erect state. 

"When I felt this in the pool this morning," she whispered, "it felt big, when I stuffed it in my mouth it felt huge." She grinned at him, "I can only imagine what it's going to feel in my pussy." She stroked it up and down, feeling its girth grow under her touch. "It's going to be like getting fucked by a train."

One of her hands had eased itself inside her underwear, gently caressing her clit as she ground herself on Henry's thigh.

"Did you enjoy me sucking you off?"she purred, making it perfectly clear that she'd certainly enjoyed it.

"Mm-hmm," Henry nodded, closing his eyes as Melissa's fingers danced quickly across his swollen head.

"I hope we can do that again sometime, like I said, I've never blown two guys at once before." She smirked as Henry twitched in her grasp. "You like that huh? Me talking dirty, or is it the memory of how I look getting splattered with cum?"

Henry's cock was pointing skyward, throbbing in Melissa's little hand, his head big and purple as she circled it with a single digit, occasionally lifting the finger to her mouth and sucking his clear juice from it. Still rubbing herself up and down his thigh, Melissa raised her pelvis enough to curl the two stroking fingers and insert them in to herself.

"I bet you'd love to see me tied to a stake and showered with cum as a line of guys step forward and spray me. Fuck, if I wasn't so eager to feel this spear in to me I'd ask you to kneel above me and give me a cum bath right now." She tugged hard on his cock as she spoke, gritting her teeth and glaring up at him.

Henry glared back. The blow job had been fantastic and the sight of Melissa taking a drenching from Blake and himself wasn't one he'd soon forget, but while her filthy ideas were getting him harder than ever before he just wished she'd focus on the here and now.

"Jesus," she groaned, her knuckles pressed against Henry's thigh as she dug her fingers in to herself and squirmed down on them.

Henry reached forward and took Melissa's wrist, dragging her hand away from his cock and he pulled her forward off his thigh. 

"What the-" Melissa gasped as she found herself laying on top of Henry's solid figure, her thigh pressed against the ferocious heat of his engorged member and her hand still inside her panties.




Summertime Lust Ch. 03



Henry reached down with his free hand and tugged at the waistband of her underwear.

"Let me," Melissa panted, removing her hand and pulling the other side down over her slender hips. 

Between them they got the skimpy white panties on to her thighs before Henry released her wrist and let her push them past her knees, kicking them off as she pulled her legs up to straddle his monolithic form.

"Couldn't wait any longer then?" she purred, catching his wrists as he reached forward to touch her breasts. "uh-uh," she giggled, "I'm still in control."

Pulling herself up on to her feet she positioned her body to bring her pussy within inches of Henry's impatient shaft of meat, letting the two touch briefly before retreating again, her glance flicking back and forth between watching his cock twitch with each touch and his eyes staring back at her. She knew he could easily take her any time he wanted to and part of her wished he would, but for now she loved dictating the pace and rhythm of their union.

As Melissa's lips brushed up and down the underside of his shaft Henry felt his climax stir, wishing she'd slipped forward and impale herself on him. He was aware that it'd only take a slight pull of his arms while she clutched at his wrists and she'd be on him, but the sensation of the soft kisses from her delicate swollen lips around the base of his head was breathtaking.

Melissa released Henry's wrists and placed her palms flat on his chest, bending her knees to bring her dripping pussy down to the tip of his bulging pillar. Her face now just inches from his she stared in to his eyes.

"Does it feel good?" she breathed, her voice still seasoned with the combined taste of his and Blake's cum.

Henry nodded.

"I can't wait to have you inside me," she purred, "but knowing that you're about to burst is far too enjoyable for me to stop this." She bit her lip and dipped her hips again, suddenly finding Henry's hands on her butt when she went to rise again.

"I think you've teased me enough," he smiled, tightening his grip as Melissa wriggled.

"Put it in me then," Melissa growled, "fill me."

Henry began pushing down, feeling the tight entrance to Melissa's pussy resist the huge circumference of his head at first but slowly open up and permit him to proceed. To his pleasure the domineering smirk quickly disappeared from Melissa's face, being replaced with a look of contorted discomfort as he buried his head a few inches inside her.

"Jesus Henry," she gasped, "just, just take it slowly, OK?"

Henry took pity on the shocked girl and nodded slowly, still grinning as her lips parted to let more of his meat slip inside.

Inch by inch Henry pushed Melissa down on to his cock, feeling her tight tunnel grudgingly stretch to accommodate him. Finally her lips brushed against the base of his cock and he groaned, releasing his grip on her butt and holding her hips.

"Just a minute," Melissa gasped with unusual uncertainty, "let me just, I need to breath for a minute." 

Henry watched Melissa sit up straight, her fingers dragging down his body and up on to her own thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly began moving her hips, back and forth at first and then circling them.

"Jesus you're big," she groaned, her eyes opening as she smiled down at him, "I think I can manage though."

Pushing down on his stomach with her hands she lifted herself, her lips dragging back up Henry's cock until just his head remained inside once more. With a gentle wiggle of her hips she smiled as Henry gasped and closed his eyes.

"Fuck," he sighed.

"I think we're both going to enjoy this," Melissa whispered.

She sunk back down, slowly but more certainly, her wet interior opening up and massaging Henry's cock with slightly less hesitation.

"I just need to get used to having something so big inside me," she sighed happily.

"Is it that big then?" Henry asked.

"Oh yeah," Melissa nodded, her eyes wide. "Biggest one I've had."

"And that's saying something," Henry laughed.

"Cheeky bastard," Melissa gasped, pinching his thigh behind herself.

"You haven't had a lot?" Henry replied, raising an eyebrow.

"You're only number five,"she replied, lifting her hips again until only Henry's swollen head remained inside her.

"'Only'?" Henry echoed.

"How many girls have you slept with then?" Melissa asked, holding her position.

"You're the second," Henry replied.

"Oh-" Melissa began, her mouth hanging open as Henry thrust up with his hips and buried himself in a long hard stroke. "Fuuuuck," she groaned, arching her back. "I think after this I'll be able to start doing two at a time though," she said, the intended salacious edge to her voice tempered by the hint of whimpering discomfort. 

Henry lowered his body once more, pulling his cock out, coated in a satisfying amount of Melissa's gooey cream.

"I think that when we get home I'm going to have my father build me a room where I can keep you chained to a bed so I can come in and worship your cock every day," Melissa giggled, "I bet the other girls would pay a lot to have a go."

Her laugh vanished as Henry pushed her back down on to his full length again, her lips squelching against the base of his cock as her thighs slapped against his.

"Fuck!" She grunted, "stop doing that."

"You just threatened to pimp me to your friends," Henry laughed.

"Are you telling me you wouldn't love it?" Melissa moaned, grinding herself down on him.

Henry gripped her butt, one hand on each cheek and his fingers pressing deep in to her open crack as he lifted her. 

"Would you watch?" he asked, holding her aloft.

"Would you want me to?" she replied.

"That depends," Henry grunted, burying himself in the hot little minx once more.

Melissa whimpered, the smirk leaving her face for a fraction of a second.

"On?" she asked.

"If you'll clean me up when they've finished with me," he said, gasping as she writhed in his loose grasp.

"Suck you clean? Get all that pussy juice off your magnificent cock?"she asked.

Henry lifted her again, sitting up and latching his lips around one of her impossibly firm nipples. Melissa groaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

"Fuck. For unrestricted access to this monster I'd lick your cum out of their cunts every fucking time," Melissa sighed, her fingers interlocking on the top of Henry's head as she closed her eyes and let him do what he pleased.

"You're filthy," Henry whispered, forcing Melissa's body back down.

"Harder," she breathed in his ear.

He quickly raised and lowered her again, feeling her contract around him as she cried out.

"Harder," she repeated.

Henry lay back down, staring up at Melissa's glistening, quivering body above him and held her hips tight as he thrust up in to her.

"Again," she demanded. "Again!"

Henry thrust in to the moist heat, beads of sweat forming on his brow as yet more dripped on to him from Melissa's body.

"Fuck this is good," Melissa groaned absently. Every thrust filled her more completely than the last, the lack of feeling in the endless, powerful insertion making her feel like she was riding a piece of machinery designed to provide a climax. She felt hers now, it had been raging away, feeding on her lust since Henry had appeared while she'd sucked on Blake. But now it was physical, an urgent need of the flesh to be satisfied fully.

She wriggled out of Henry's grasp, raising herself up until just his head remained inside her pulsing lips. He reached up to force her down once more and she grabbed his wrists again, shaking her head and flicking sweat from the dark hair plastered across her forehead. With a dip and wiggle she teased Henry's cock, caressing just his head as she had earlier and daring him to try and penetrate her again.

"I'm going to cum," Henry hissed.

"Not yet," Melissa replied, as a statement rather than a hopeful request.

Circling her hips she began descending down Henry's pole again, leaning backwards and letting him graze over her g-spot as he entered her. Shuffling her feet forward she resting her weight on them, delighting in the expression that flashed across Henry's face with every movement she made.

"You gonna cum in me?" she whispered, her own climax balanced just as she liked it.

Henry nodded silently.

Suddenly she lifted her body and slammed it back down, crying out as Henry stretched her open once more. Henry pulsed inside her. Lifting her weight again she rocketed back down with another whimper, feeling him throb. 

"Fuck you're going to split me in half," she cried, raising and crashing back down again.

"Uh, uh uh uh-fuck" Henry grunted as Melissa made another ragged ascension.

A the pinnacle of her rise Henry fired, the intolerable teasing finally coaxing another gushing delivery of his cum from him.

Melissa felt the hot stream fill her and dropped herself back down, grinding furiously as her climax appeared, forcing her to gasp her surrender as her body shook silently, her nails digging in to Henry's chest as his dug firmly in to her butt.

They gasped and moaned in to one another faces, their mouths inches apart as Melissa fell forward.

"Jesus," she whimpered, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as Henry gave another half-hearted thrust. "That's, fuck-"

Henry lifted his head and pressed his mouth to Melissa's pushing his tongue between her teeth, another twitch and another spurt in her convulsing pussy as her tongue eagerly drove his back and entered his mouth.

"Damnit," Henry groaned as Melissa trailed kisses down his jaw to his throat.

Her kisses continued on to his shoulder, Melissa having to pull herself off Henry's raw and red manhood to continue planting her lips as she descended over his chest.

Henry breathed deeply, the humid air of the tent offering little in the way of relief. He was aware of Melissa's head above his chest, her little mouth pressing against his body over and over, getting lower and lower.

"I think it's time to clean you up," he heard her mutter and then, with a gasp, he felt her tongue lap at his burning, swollen head.

"Fuck me you're amazing," he sighed, raising his head to look at the tangled mess of hair bobbing up and down.



Summertime Lust Ch. 04



Henry awoke, his eyes focusing on the dull blue interior of the tent, the low light telling him that it was still early. It took a few minutes for him to form a solid idea of what had happened the previous night. He grinned to himself as he recalled Melissa pulling him towards her tent, this tent, and stripping him, then the difficulty she'd had with his size. After that first fuck she'd sucked him clean, getting him hard again in the process and then wriggled her delicious little arse on to his face, panting and gasping as he ate he pussy for the second time that day, her fingers and tongue tormenting his impatient cock but never taking him to another climax.

She'd cried out his name over and over, writhing on his mouth before toppling off on to the ground and making shallow-breathed promises that she'd return the favour just as soon as she'd recovered. Then she'd fallen asleep, her slender olive arm thrown across his chest and her head resting on his shoulder. 

Now Henry raised his upper body, looking down at Melissa laying beside him, her head pillowed by her folded arms, her naked figure face-down on the bed roll, her pert little arse smooth and begging to be fondled. His usual morning erection stared back up at him as he looked down and he wondered if he'd get away with taking care of it in Melissa's tent or if he should head back to his own while it was still early.

Beside him Melissa shifted, mumbling something and throwing an arm out and back across Henry's body.

"I was about to go," Henry whispered.

"Uh-uh, stay," Melissa replied without opening her eyes.

"I kind of have something I need to take care of," Henry gulped.

Melissa raised her head and opened her eyes a crack to look at him, following his gaze down before laughing and dropping her head back on to her arm.

"You can do that here, I don't mind," she sighed with a sleepy smile.

"Unless of course you fancy helping?" Henry suggested hopefully.

"Too sleepy," Melissa replied.

"But if you were awake you'd do it, right?" Henry asked.

"Mm-hmm," Melissa nodded.

"Fair enough."

Henry wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and tugged it gently, feeling a little tender after the previous night. As he stroked himself he looked down at Melissa, her flawless skin, the sweep of her spine down to the small of her back and then those tight little cheeks. Sitting up he traced a single finger down to her butt crack then on to her thigh, pulling one leg away from the other a little and glimpsing her soft labia concealed in the shadow. Still slowly rubbing himself up and down he pushed a finger between Melissa's thighs, straight between her soft dry lips and found the hot entrance to her womanhood.

"What're you doing?" Melissa groaned, crossing her ankles.

"Nothing," Henry replied innocently.

He added another finger and softly caressed between Melissa's lips. Emboldened by the lack of further protests he withdrew his fingers, placing one knee the far side of her thighs and straddling her slim legs with ease. Henry released his cock and squeezed Melissa's arse in both hands, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart slightly where they curved down to her thighs. Leaning forward he rested his hands on the ground either side of her shoulders, feeling his girth press between her soft buttocks as he leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck.

"Too tired," Melissa protested.

"You don't have to do anything," Henry promised, reaching down with one hand and pushing her thighs apart once more.

"Too sore then," she groaned.

"I'll be gentle," Henry hissed, kissing again and dipping his hips to rub himself between the apex of her thighs.

When Melissa didn't reply he sat back, repositioning his knees between Melissa's legs as he pushed them further apart and revealed her soft puffy lips, slightly parted and dewy in the dim light.

Taking hold of himself he leaned forward, holding his weight on one hand while the other guided him towards the welcoming confines of Melissa's body. At the first touch she lifted her hips off the ground, easing his access and groaning as he pushed his head firmly through her opening.

"Fuck Henry," Melissa grunted, raising her head and looking back over her shoulder.

"You're so tight," he grinned.

"Not for much longer unless you take it easy," she replied.

"You love it," Henry teased, circling his hips as he pushed deeper in.

"Damnit, you stretch me so much," Melissa winced, screwing up her eyes as inch after inch of Henry's thick meat crept through her tight lips.

Laying face-down with Henry's solid form held up by his strong arms above her she felt at his mercy. His long, thick cock anchoring him to her body, slipping in and out with surprising ease once he'd found his rhythm. She felt like an animal, her mate climbing on top with only the slightest of concern for her willingness, his heavy, muscular body intent on satisfying its carnal instinct through her. He was right, she did love it. 

Each slow push forward rubbed his swollen head over her g-spot and it wasn't long before Melissa had pushed down with her knees, pushing up and back with her butt to guide Henry's entrance more directly. Every thrust forward felt like a massive intrusion, every nerve in her body tingling as the hot, grunting beast above her ploughed himself through her delicate petals.

Henry held himself on his hands, lowering his head and kissing Melissa's shoulder through her long dark hair.

"Bite me," she moaned.

Henry kissed once more before parting his teeth and pressing them in to the firm flesh of Melissa's shoulder-blade, his nose pressed up as he nuzzled as best he could, desperately trying to find an angle that allowed him to bite with greater ease. Turning his head as his hips continued to drive back and forth behind Melissa's raised butt, he sunk his teeth in to the softer flesh where her back curved down below her armpit, feeling her recoil slightly in pain as she gasped. He pulled his teeth back, kissing and licking the marks he'd left.

"Again," she gasped, turning her head and trying to look back.

Henry lowered his head once more, sinking his teeth in to her body while he closed his lips and sucked hard.

"Uh! uh Jesus fuck!" Melissa cried loudly.

Henry reached down with one hand and slapped it firmly against Melissa's arse, groping her roughly while he bit her shoulder.

"You like it?" he snarled as she moaned and writhed under his body.

"Don't stop," she whimpered, "please, don't stop."

Henry increased his pace, his body slapping against Melissa's tight little arse with every deep thrust. In-between savaging her back and shoulders with his mouth he grunted in her ear. One of his hands took all his weight while the other went from leaving it's deep red impression on her butt to pulling her up enough to reach around and grope at her tender little breasts. Pulling her further back he raised her up on to her hands and knees, disappointed that he could no longer reach to bite her but pleased to pull on both nipples simultaneously and hear her cry out.

Melissa looked back over her shoulder, reaching up to push her hair out of her face.

"Fuck me deeper," she grunted.

Henry lifted one knee, placing his foot flat on the ground and giving him more purchase from which to pummel her pussy with his huge burning cock. 

"Shit that's good," she gasped, "now fill me with your hot man juice."

Henry pulled Melissa up off her hands, straightening her up with her back against his chest as he thrust up and in to her. With one hand on her smooth, flat stomach he turned her head with the other, licking across her cheek until their tongues met in an awkward kiss. He dropped his hand back down to her breast, pinching each nipple hard as his other hand clumsily sought out her clit.

Melissa bent over Henry's probing hand, falling back on to her hands and knees before him, feeling his grip shift to her hips and pull her back hard as he thrust forward. Damn it felt good to have him fuck her like this, raw and furiously, she felt the warm wet mixture of their fluids dribble down her thighs, each unstoppable penetration coming with a wet squelch of welcome and followed by a sucking slurp on exit.

Henry pulled at one of Melissa's knees sending her crashing back down on to the ground, his cock not missing a beat and his body once more slapping against her butt as he speared himself in to her. Melissa placed her hands flat on the ground and tried to push her upper body back up, finding Henry immediately pushing her back down, his own body hovering above her as he lowered his head and took her shoulder in his mouth once more.

"That's it," she moaned loudly, "bite me, uh uh fuck baby." 

Henry's big rough fingers dug in to the firm flesh of her arse, gripping it tight as his hips blurred, pumping him in and out of her. Turning his head he took the nape of her neck between his teeth and sucked it hard, his thrust slowing immediately but coming unbelievably hard, each as deep as it'd go. Melissa froze beneath him, giving a high-pitched yelp with each brutal insertion, her mouth wide open until at last Henry thrust impossibly deep and grunted around her neck, his cock twitching and gushing inside her tight confines as he nailed her to the floor.

"Fuck!" Henry groaned, releasing Melissa's neck from his mouth and leaving a red set of impressions in her flesh. "Fuck that was good."

He pulled himself free from her body and rolled on to his back beside her. Melissa stayed face-down, her body heaving with the effort of breathing, Henry's saliva trickling down from the back of her neck and his cum leaking from her pussy.

They lay in silence for several minutes.

"Are you OK?" Henry asked eventually.

Melissa looked up from her folded arms.

"You really know how to fuck," she groaned, a smile in her eyes. "You're like an animal."

"You're not too bad yourself," Henry chuckled.

"No really, like an animal, it's like being fucked by a, a, I don't know, a fucking bear or something."

Henry laughed and sat up.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked anxiously.

"Only in a lot of good ways," Melissa replied. She pulled herself up on to her knees and sat back on her haunches with her hands on her thighs.

"Did you cum?" Henry asked.

She shook her head.

"So close," she added, seeing the look of guilt spread across his face.

"You want me to do something?" he offered enthusiastically.

"It's fine Henry," Melissa replied shaking her head with a smile. 

She sighed, blowing the hair aside from her face and failing to stop herself from biting her lip and grinning.

"I need a shower and food," she nodded eventually. "I feel like I could scrape the dirt off my body."

Ten minutes later the pair had pulled on as much clothing as they needed and crawled from Melissa's tent. Outside it was overcast and colder than it had been since they'd arrived. Straightening up they turned to each other to say a few words before heading in their separate directions.

"Yeah! Woo! Go Henners!" 

They turned towards the sound of David's voice and saw the rest of their friends sitting around the little stove holding mugs of coffee. Blake reached across and gave David a slap around the back of his head and held up a mug.

"Sounds like you two could do with a drink," he called.

Melissa and Henry turned to face each other, then with a broad grin Melissa took Henry's hand and strutted through the wet grass to their friends, leading the sheepishly downcast Henry.

"Good night was it?" Allison smiled.

"Sounded fucking fantastic," David cackled, dodging Allison's hand as it swung at him.

"Good morning everyone," Melissa announced, standing beside Henry and still holding his hand, "thank you, yes it was a good night." She turned and looked up at Henry. "Fucking fantastic, as David said."

Blake held up two steaming mugs and Melissa stepped forward, taking one and handing it to Henry before taking the other for herself and sitting down. All eyes were now on Henry, he clutched the mug in both hands and looked around his friends.

"What?" he said defiantly, "she seduced me."

The group broke out laughing as Henry found himself a seat, Melissa looking up from her coffee and catching his eye, smiling at him briefly.

"At least have something to eat," Hannah said, chucking a canvas bag across to Henry, "you'll need your energy."

"Why, what're we doing?" he asked, tearing off pieces of bread.

"We're going to hike to this place here," Hannah said, half turning the map she'd folded on her knee.

Henry leaned as far as he could without getting up.

"What is it?" he asked as he sat back.

"Two Falls," Hannah replied, "it's where this river meet another one."

"And what's there?" Melissa asked.

"Two, falls," Blake laughed.

"Yeah, but, what else?"

"A visitor centre," Hannah replied.

"Pass," Melissa sighed, knocking back her coffee.

"If you don't want to come that's fine, you can stay here with David," Allison said.

Melissa looked across at David who smiled back lecherously. 

"Fine," she shrugged, "I can put up with him."

"Henry, you coming?" Hannah asked.

"Ye-ah," Henry nodded enthusiastically. "Give me ten minutes to get ready though." He tipped back his coffee and got to his feet. "Anyone know what the weather's expected to do today?" he asked.

"The woman in the bakery said it should clear up by mid-morning," Hannah nodded, kind of impressed that she wasn't the only one who took such things in to consideration.

Hannah watched Henry disappear towards his tent, his tall body ducking down out of sight as she wondered what it must've been like for Melissa to have him inside her. She wished she had the forthrightness her friend had, that ability to see what she wanted and just go for it. What would Melissa think if she made a move on Henry? Did Melissa think she had some kind of ownership now? How did this situation work?

The rest of the group began getting to their feet and sorting themselves out, checking they had everything they needed and pulling on pairs of boots. As Hannah raised one foot to a log to tighten her laces she found herself on the edge of the little crowd, Melissa appeared at her shoulder, and leaned closer.

"He really was good," she whispered, looking around their friends.

"What?" Hannah answered, a little irritated.

"Henry, I mean he's not just big, he's good at what he does with it too," Melissa took another sip of coffee, "just thought I'd let you know."

"Oh, right," Hannah replied, "thanks?"

"In case you were thinking about giving him a go yourself," Melissa explained with a lascivious grin. 

Hannah bent down to tie her laces and Melissa moved around to look down at her partially exposed cleavage.

"I know he'd enjoy those," she whispered.

"What?" Hannah asked, shocked as Melissa pointed at her breasts.

"I'm thinking about getting a decent pair myself," Melissa added.

"Right, I'll, I'll bear that in mind then."Hannah straightened up and Melissa moved away again, chatting to the others.

Was that Melissa giving her consent, albeit in a round-about way? Hannah considered this, deciding that it probably was, Melissa not being the kind of girl who got possessive about such transient commodities as boys, whether or not she'd understand it phrased in such a way.

Twenty minutes later the assembled friends were ready to go, calling their 'good-byes' back as they headed down to the river, crossing it at the boulder and setting off along the tiny, overgrown footpath on the far side.

To begin Hannah and Allison led the way, walking several meters ahead of the boys, Hannah carrying the redundant map in one hand as they made their way along the riverbank and in to the steep-sided valley. Behind them Blake and Henry wandered along, both focusing on the two pairs of buttocks in front of them: Hannah's tight in a pair of combat trousers, and Allison's covered with the flimsy material of her short summer dress.

"About last night," Henry said at last, quietly and slowing his pace in order to let the girls pull slightly further ahead.

"Don't mention it," Blake replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"After what Melissa did to us, I didn't, that is, I wasn't planning on going to her tent. It just kind of happened." 

"Not a problem," Blake reassured his friend. "Melissa can be quite persuasive, can't she." 

"You have no idea," Henry laughed.

"Oh, I think I do," Blake replied, his face deadpan. 

"What? Really? You and Melissa?" Henry hissed, checking how far ahead the girls were.

Blake nodded.

"I thought you were trying to, I mean I thought you and Allison," Henry went on.

"So did I," Blake said, "and you never know, maybe that ship hasn't sailed. But I don't fancy turning down every girl while I sit and wait for Ali to make up her mind."

Henry sensed this was a sore point.

"But, hang on, when? I mean yesterday morning you said it's always good to have a plan B and now you're telling me plan B has been... done?" Henry looked confused.

Blake nodded and couldn't help grinning to himself.

"Wait, when we were all in the pool?" Henry guessed.

"You got it," Blake replied.

They walked on in silence for a few minutes.

"She's insistent, isn't she?" Henry said at last.

"Insatiable," Blake replied. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"You should've seen the look on Hannah's face when we heard the two of you going at it this morning. She wasn't particularly pleased, to say the least."

"Maybe she's a prude?" Henry suggested.

Blake laughed loudly, the girls ahead stopping and looking back before shaking their heads and continuing.

"Hannah? I don't think so," Blake gasped.

"I suppose not, she was grabbing my dick in the pool yesterday," Henry said thoughtfully.

"I suspect you've got yourself a free meal there, any time you want it buddy," Blake said with a smile.

"Would you though?" Henry asked critically.

"Hannah?" Blake asked. "Yeah I think I would, I mean she's a little bigger but she looks like she's probably up for anything." Blake's mind immediately raced back to the sight of Allison sticking her finger in Hannah's butt. He swallowed hard and went on. "Also, she's got a big pair of tits on her, you could probably suffocate in there."

Henry laughed and nodded.

"I wouldn't mind giving that a go," he agreed. "Allison's tits aren't too bad either," he acknowledged.

"Definitely," Blake replied, "not too bad at all. So, are you going to make a move on Hannah or not?" He asked, hoping to draw Henry's attention away from Allison.

"You think I should?" Henry replied.

"That's up to you, I would, but I'm just saying that if you did you'd almost certainly get lucky." Blake signalled that he'd given his final word on the subject by punching his friend on the shoulder.

"You want me and Allison to give you two some time to talk?" Blake asked a few minutes later. He turned and looked at his friend, Henry wrinkled his forehead in uncertainty.

"I'm, I'm not so sure..." he said.

"Fuck it," Blake breathed. "Allison?" he called, "Allison!" 

Ahead of them the two girls stopped and turned, watching Blake trot to catch up with them.

"Can we talk?" he said as he neared. "D'you mind Hannah?" he asked, turning to her.

Blake couldn't miss the wide-eyed look that Hannah gave Allison before wandering back to Henry as he approached.

"So what is it?" Allison asked as she walked beside Blake.

"What? Oh, nothing," Blake replied, turning and looking back at the couple.

"So why did you want to talk?" Allison asked.

"Henry," Blake said, pointing back, "and Hannah. I wanted them to have a chance to talk. I mean, he clearly wants her-"

"Did he say that?" Allison asked, a little shocked.

"Not in so many words, but, yeah," Blake nodded. "And unless I'm wrong, she's a bit interested in him, although I didn't think she would be."




Summertime Lust Ch. 04



"What d'you mean?" Allison said.

"I uh," Blake realised he'd probably said a little too much. "I just thought she was in to girls now," he stuttered, "that's all."

"What gave you that impression?" Allison laughed.

"I don't know, I just thought she was, isn't she?"

"What? No, I don't know, maybe," Allison replied with a shrug. "I know she's interested in Henry."

Blake and Allison walked on in silence for a while, both straining to hear the mumbled conversation going on behind them.

"So, you wanted to walk with me, just to give your friend a chance with Hannah?" Allison asked.

"Hannah's my friend too," Blake replied, "I'm giving them both a chance, I just want people to be happy."

"And fuck," Allison added.

"If fucking makes them happy then yes," Blake smiled.

"Y'know Blake," Allison said, "you're almost considerate to a fault."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, a little hurt by the accusation.

"You'll walk with me, with all the awkwardness we've got between us, just so your friends can try and get round to screwing each other without either of them having to specifically mention it." Allison slipped her hand in to Blake's and smiled to herself. 

Blake felt his friend's hand in his and looked down, catching her gaze as he did.

"What awkwardness?" he asked hesitantly.

"Very good," Allison smiled, "I think we might just work this out."

The group stopped for a break when the footpath peaked on the back of a ridge, the river now far below and fast-flowing. Hannah passed around her bag and each of them found something to eat. Blake gave Allison a look as they both noted the uneasy silence between Henry and Hannah.

"How much further is it?"Allison asked Hannah.

Hannah pulled the map from her pocket and traced the footpath with her finger.

"It's up and down one more ridge, across this bridge, then another half-a-mile I guess," Hannah replied.

"So...?" Blake asked

"An hour maybe," Hannah said.

"That's not too bad," Allison smiled, "there in time for lunch, right?"

The group set off again ten minutes later, Blake and Allison insisting that they still had things to discuss and Blake choosing to ignore the stare Henry gave him.

Making their way down the ridge they gave Henry and Hannah plenty of time to move on ahead, giggling to each other as the pair walked in apparent silence.

"At least we're not as bad as that," Blake laughed when they were out of earshot.

"No, I guess we're actually pretty good," Allison nodded, slipping her hand in to his once more.

"So, you think we've got a chance at a relationship then?" Blake asked, his heart in his mouth.

Allison stopped and turned, looking him up and down critically, her hand on his waist turning him and slapping his butt.

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, "well let me see."

She went to slap him again and Blake caught her wrist, pulling her to him as her face cracked in to a huge grin.

"If you promise that you won't neglect your own studies to be with me, and that you won't get angry when I neglect mine to be with you," she hissed, her breath on his neck.

"Uh-uh," Blake shook his head, "you're the genius, you're the one who needs to concentrate, if there's any visits being paid it'll be me paying them."

"If I'm a genius I should be able to do perfectly well without concentrating," Allison replied, her voice low as her lips crept closer to Blake's.

Blake stared down at her mouth, her lips parted just a fraction and turned up slightly at the corners as she revelled in her dominance.

"I make all the rules," she whispered.

"You think-" Blake replied, cut short as Allison reached up with her free hand and pulled his head down, locking her lips to his and thrusting her tongue hard against his.

All attempts at restraint were abandoned immediately as Blake found his hand slipping around Allison's waist and pulling her closer, her body firmly against his as the sound of rushing water far below and birdsong above seemed to fade. 

Allison pulled her mouth away from Blake's, breathing heavily as she looked up in to his eyes, his surprise matched by her hunger. She looked ahead to where Henry and Hannah were still marching on, then back to where another group of hikers were approaching. Frantically she looked around, a steep incline to their right and the sheer drop to the river on their left.

"If we were anywhere else right now, you'd-" Allison began.

"I'd what?" Blake teased.

"Come on, this place better have a toilet," Allison said, sighing and dragging Blake forward along the footpath.

The pair walked quickly, catching up with Henry and Hannah, mildly surprised to find them actually talking. Then the group continued on together, laughing and joking with each other, Allison's hand surreptitiously finding its way to Blake's from time to time.

Finally they rounded a corned in the valley and saw a low building up ahead, marooned between the twin channels of the rivers before they met. Outside were tables and chairs, a few other visitors sitting in the sun with cold drinks and assorted foods.

"At last, I'm starving," Henry said, making his way across the disappointingly stable rope bridge.

"Where're the toilets?" Allison said nonchalantly, "I'm bursting."

"Oh, me too," Blake said quickly when Allison jabbed him in the ribs as they followed Hannah.

"Find us a table, I'll be right back," Allison said, disappearing around the building as she followed the signs to the bathroom with Blake in tow.

They found the two doors and Allison pulled Blake through to the women's.

"Hey, why not the men's?" Blake protested.

"It'll be cleaner in here," Allison explained, sticking her head around the corner to check it was empty. "Come on," she hissed.

Blake found himself yanked in to the airy bathroom, pleased to find it smelling fairly clean. Allison pushed him in to a stall and squeezed in behind him, turning to lock the door. Her arms were immediately around his shoulders, pulling his mouth back to hers. 

Allison mumbled something incoherent against Blake's mouth and he broke away.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said the other night was amazing and I can't wait to do it where I can see you," she gasped.

"Me neither," Blake replied, reaching down and grabbing Allison's butt in his hands as she licked his throat.

"Come on then, get it out, let me see what it was you put in me," she panted, pulling at his belt as she stepped back.

Blake let her yank down his jeans and shorts, exposing his rapidly swelling cock in the restricted confines of the cubicle.

"It's beautiful," Allison smiled, wrapping her fingers around it as she looked up in to Blake's eyes.

"Now show me what you've got," Blake groaned as she pumped her fist up and down him violently.

"Have a look for yourself," Allison replied. 

She turned away from him and reached up to hold the top of the door, spreading her legs and thrusting her arse back at him. Blake kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans and shorts off after them, stepping forward and running his fingers up the back of Allison's thighs, his cock wetting the back of her dress where it hung over her butt. Reaching under the thin material he hooked his fingers in to the waistband of her underwear and pulled down, leaving her panties stretched in a band around her thighs. Sliding his hands back up he cupped both of her bare cheeks, his thumbs pressing low against them and toying on the base of her lips.

"Are you going to spend all day looking at me or are you going to put it in?" Allison laughed impatiently.

Blake dipped his hips, angling himself forward slightly and pushing up, feeling the head of his cock press against the hot folds of Allison's pussy as she turned her head to speak.

"We'll have to be quick," she sighed.

Blake thrust up, grunting as he entered his friend, his hands holding hers atop the door as she gasped. Moving her hands together he held them in one of his, lowering his free hand and groping Allison's breasts roughly through her dress.

"Your tits are amazing," he groaned, leaving his cock buried deep in her as he thrust with his whole body.

"You like tits?" she panted. 

"Mm-hmm," he nodded.

"I thought you fucked Lissa, not much in the way of tits on her," Allison said matter-of-factly.

"How d'you know?" Blake asked, not sure if he was more shocked by Allison knowing or not caring.

She pushed back with her arse, grinding it against him.

"I just put two and two together," she hissed. "There's something else though."

Allison wriggled her hands free from Blake's grasp and reached behind her back to push him away. Blake pulled himself out, a little worried about where this was going. Turning, Allison pushed Blake back.

"Sit down," she said, guiding him on to the toilet.

Blake watched as Allison pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them then straddled him on the seat. He put his arms around her waist, reaching up her back to support her as she leaned back and enveloped his glistening rod once more in her hot pussy.

"Tell me," she whispered, rocking back and forth slowly.

"Tell you what?" Blake asked.

"Tell me what you did to Melissa," Allison said, her fingers creeping up Blake's back and in to his hair.

"I fucked her," he admitted, "oh, and she sucked me off," he added, Allison's eyes widening at this further admission.

"You know what?" Allison whispered, "in the spirit of clarity, and wishing to start our new relationship with a clean slate," she trailed the tip of her tongue up Blake's throat, biting and kissing along his jawline to his ear, "I fuck Hannah," she whispered, feeling Blake swell inside her.

"What?" Blake groaned, the surprise coming naturally despite already knowing, as it was the last thing he'd expected her to say.

"Me and her, we've been fucking each other," Allison whispered, her eyes locked on his, her body leaning back and writhing her hips against his crotch.

"Fuck," Blake said.

"What d'you think about that?" Allison asked.

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard," Blake replied.

"I want you to watch us," Allison added, "I want my boyfriend to see me with another girl."

"So I'm your boyfriend now?" Blake asked.

"Mm-hmm," Allison nodded, "if you're OK with me and Hannah having our relationship too."

Blake stood up, holding Allison in his folded arms and pinning her against the door with her legs wrapped around his waist. Allison looked down in to his eyes and saw the desire raging.

"I love the taste of her cunt," she whispered.

Blake thrust hard, shaking the door violently in its frame.

"Uh, oh fuck Blake," Allison cried, she reached up and took hold of the door frame above her head, taking her weight, Blake's hands cupping her arse and holding her steady as he slammed in once more with a grunt.

"She throws her legs over my shoulders and I eat her until she screams my name," Allison moaned.

Blake snaked his tongue back in to her mouth, licking every inch as he imagined her tongue and lips bringing Hannah to a screaming climax.

"You want to taste her on my lips?" Allison gasped.

Blake thrust again and again, the whole row of stalls rattling in time with Allison's cries of pleasure.

"You're filthy," Blake grunted, "I love it, I want to lick you clean after you've squirmed your pussy against hers."

"Oh my god, yes," Allison whimpered, "I want that." 

With each thrust her breasts bounced inside her loose dress, her cleavage on show just below Blake's gasping mouth. With one hand Allison pushed Blake's head down in to the sweaty embrace of her tits.

"Lick them," she pleaded, feeling Blake's tongue dart under the thin cloth and seek out her swollen nipples. "Oh god!" she cried, "oh fuck yes, I love it."

Blake held her tight, sucking hard on each of her exposed breasts as he slammed himself in and out of her gushing, hot pussy.

"Come on," she panted, "fuck me harder, cum in me, come on Blake, fuck me."

Blake felt his climax rush forward, each soaking slap of his skin against Allison's bouncing her bare legs behind his back. He felt her tense and release around his cock, grimacing each time, her moans of pleasure coming faster and faster.

Allison pulled Blake's head back from her breasts, holding a fistful of his hair and pressing her mouth back to his, coaxing his tongue out and inside herself, wanting every possible inch of him inside her as the inferno inside tore through her, centring itself on the the rising ecstasy that poured forth from his throbbing manhood buried deep within her. Her oldest and dearest friend, now a man, strong and capable, everything she wanted him to be, and fucking like a dynamo, she wanted to stay like this forever, the perfect moment of bliss, the anticipation of the peak, she felt his thick meat twitch and spurt with his next thrust, his load gushing out as he retreated, then pouring in to her as he speared to her depths a final time, hurling her to the summit as she creamed herself back against his hot, white seed.

"Blake!" she cried, "my god," she rolled her eyes back, feeling him continue to pump himself in to her, his body on autopilot.

"Fuck," Blake breathed, "fuck me that was knackering."

He slowly lowered Allison to the ground, holding her briefly until her unsteady legs could take her weight once more. Backing away he sat back on the toilet seat and rested his head in his hands.

"Fuck," he panted.

Allison stepped forward and sat lightly on his knee, leaning down and kissing him tenderly.

"That was outstanding," she whispered with a smile, "I can't wait to get back so we can do it again somewhere a little more comfortable."

Blake was about to reply that he didn't care where they did it, when Allison got back to her feet and took his hand.

"Come on, get dressed," she said, "the others will be wondering where we are."

"What about you?" Blake answered, "where'd your underwear go?"

"Leave it," Allison laughed, "I'm not sure I want to put them back on now they've kicked around a toilet floor."

Blake didn't argue, the idea of the walk back to the campsite with his new girlfriend naked beneath her short summer dress was very appealing. He pulled his shorts and trousers back on and then helped Allison adjust her dress before pulling his boots on.

Outside a few of the other visitors seated closest to the toilet block glanced up and gave the pair damning looks. They wandered around to the front of the building and found Hannah and Henry seated with drinks and plates of food.

"You two took your time," Hannah said accusingly.

"There was a queue," Allison replied quickly.

"Fair enough, we just got some burgers, is that all right?" Hannah asked.

"It's fine, I'm starving," Blake said, sliding in to one of the empty chairs.

The four ate quickly, enjoying the dappled sunlight and the cold drinks. Allison caught Blake sneaking glances at her cleavage and covertly slipped her hand across to his lap, stroking him through his jeans while she chatted with Hannah and Henry. 

When the time came to leave Allison made sure Henry and Hannah were first on to the rope bridge, then stepped in front of Blake, grinning to herself as she saw an elderly couple coming up behind him. As she walked slowly across the bridge she reached back and lifted her dress, exposing her arse to him and her bare pussy, still swollen and puffy, sandwiched at the apex of her thighs.

As the group began wandering back along the way they'd come Blake walked beside Allison, his hand resting on her arse, slipping down and under the hem of her dress every time the narrow path forced them behind Hannah and Henry. Eventually Allison stepped away from Blake's probing fingers and walked beside Hannah, chatting to her in a low voice. Blake watched the two girls walking side by side, unable to shake the thought of them locked in a passionate, naked embrace. 

Allison turned and looked back at Blake walking beside Henry, giving him a quick smile before slipping her arm around Hannah's waist.

"So how's it going with Hannah?" Blake asked.

"I'm not sure," Henry replied, "she didn't seem too interested to me."

"I'm pretty sure she is," Blake said, "maybe try to get close to her tonight around the fire."

"I'll give that a go," Henry sighed with a nod, "it's just impossible to get her away from everyone else."

"I'll try to keep Allison out of the way for you," Blake promised, "it shouldn't be too hard."

"You two seem to be doing better," Henry observed.

"Yeah, I think we've sorted it out now," Blake smiled, "I probably shouldn't say anything though."

"Yeah, you're not getting away with saying something so intriguing, what's happened?"

"OK, but not a word," Blake hissed.

Henry nodded solemnly.

"We did it back there," Blake said quietly, his eyes fixed on the girls in front.

"Fucking hell Blake," Henry replied, a little louder than Blake would've liked. "What, when we were getting the food?"

Blake nodded, unable to keep the grin off his face.

"You're a lucky bastard, y'know that right?" Henry laughed, shaking his head.

"Oh yeah," Blake agreed. "Listen, can you go and talk to Hannah again, or at least, I don't know, walk with her? There's something I want to tell Allison."

"Sure," Henry replied, happy to help his friend.

"And if you noticed we've dropped behind a bit, don't worry too much, OK?"

Henry nodded and laughed as he quickened his pace to catch up with the girls, speaking briefly to Allison. Hannah and Allison turned and looked back, Allison stopping and waiting for Blake to reach her while Hannah and Henry moved on ahead. Blake's hand was right back on Allison's butt as they walked side by side.

"So, Henry said you wanted to talk," she said.

"Haha, I did no such thing," Blake replied, "I told him he should talk to Hannah again."

"Oh, OK," 

"But only because I wanted you back here with me," he explained.

"I saw you watching me and Hannah," Allison smiled, "what were you thinking?"

"How cute your butt looks barely covered by this dress," Blake said, his hand slipping under the light material once more and cupping a cheek.

"I was thinking about you watching us while I lick every inch of her body," Allison groaned.

"Sounds good," Blake replied quietly, "how's that going to work then?"

"You leave that to me, I'll think of something, if I can't then clearly my education has just been a waste of time." Her laugh was cut short as Blake's hand reached further down and probed a finger below her cheeks.

Blake felt the soft, stubbled lips, naked in the breeze, giving way and permitting him to slip between them.

"You're so bad," Allison scolded, wriggling her hips as she walked and trying to squirm herself down on the intruding finger.

"I'm bad?" Blake asked, "you're the one walking around with no underwear."

"Don't you like it?" Allison asked innocently, turning to look at Blake.

He nodded with a smile and pulled his finger back out.

"I love it," Allison admitted, "especially in this dress. It's long enough to cover me, but short enough that it doesn't take much to raise it sufficiently to give you a good view."

"And anyone else who happens to be around," Blake added.

"Mm-hmm," Allison agreed, "that makes it especially nice."

"You like showing yourself off?" Blake asked.

"I like thinking someone might catch a sneaky glimpse of me," Allison hissed, "it gets me wet."

Blake slipped his hand back on to her arse, lifting her dress and exposing her. He looked back along the path.

"There's no one behind us," Allison said without looking back.

"No, sorry about that," Blake said, dropping the flimsy material.

"Maybe later though," she added.

They caught up with Hannah and Henry, Blake noticing that Allison skipped along and walked beside Hannah as soon as they got closer. The group walked as one the rest of the way back to the campsite, Blake making sure he was behind Allison every time they had to scramble up an incline or duck under low-hanging branches. By the time they got back he could feel his cock throbbing against his thigh in his jeans and had to make a conscious effort to think about something else.




Summertime Lust Ch. 04



They found Melissa reclining by the river, her book held above her face as she lay on the boulder.

"Good morning?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, nearly finished my book," Melissa replied.

"Where's David," Blake asked, slightly concerned.

"Oh, he was around here somewhere," Melissa answered, "he must've disappeared without me noticing."

"I'll find him," Henry said, "he's probably jerking off in his tent."

"We thought we'd go in to the village and have something to eat in the pub," Hannah said, sitting down beside Melissa, "you up for it?"

"Proper food?" Melissa gasped with mock enthusiasm.

"Proper food," Allison nodded, "with cutlery and everything."

"Well god-damn," Melissa laughed, "I'm in."

"We're not going yet though," Hannah said looking at her watch, "in a couple of hours, I need a shower and a rest first."

*

It was three hours later, nearly six o'clock, when Hannah began shouting people's names and trying to get everyone assembled.

"How re we all going to fit in your car?" Melissa asked absently as they all settled to silence.

"We're walking in to the village," Allison whispered, laughing as Hannah gave her what she considered her matronly glare.

"Walking?" Melissa gasped, "it's fucking miles, I can't walk that."

"It a mile," Hannah replied loudly, "you can drive my car there if you want." 

Melissa's face lit-up.

"But then you're not drinking," Hannah added.

Melissa slumped back down.

"You'll barely even notice the walk back," Blake reassured her.

"If everyone's ready?" Hannah called.

There was a general murmuring, Allison doing her best to look like a stubborn teenager but cracking in to a huge grin as she caught Hannah's eye.

They wandered along the road in to the village, Hannah congratulating Melissa on not complaining once the whole way there as they walked past the first few stone houses that lined the street. There was a noticeable increase in their pace as the pub came in to view, it's battered sign creaking in the hot breeze.

Inside was dark but refreshingly cool after the stifling summer heat of the exposed road outside. There were a few other patrons, a couple of locals at the bar with a pair of border collies curled up on the floor beneath them, one or two couples seated through in the lounge area and beyond another small group of teenagers were visible sitting outside in the garden.

"Evening," the woman behind the bar nodded as the group approached, "what can I get for you?"

"Do you serve food?" Allison asked.

"We certainly do," she replied, her thick country accent assuring them it was going to be good too.

"Could we see a menu please?" Allison asked.

"Of course, but if any of you are going to want a drink I'd like to see some ID now, if you don't mind."

Most of the friends grinned to themselves, at eighteen getting asked for ID was almost a daily occurrence and they were all in the habit of carrying some proof of age. They fished them out and lined them up on the bar. The woman looked at each until she came to David's at the end.

"No need to check your's darling, I'm sure you're a man," she gave him a wink.

Beside him Hannah laughed and slapped him on the back as he began to turn red. The woman turned and handed them a pile of menus.

"Take a seat through there then and I'll send the waitress in to take your orders."

They wandered through to the lounge and sat around one of the larger tables, a few minutes later the woman strolled past them and flashed a smile as she headed to the door out to the garden.

"Amy!" she called, "you've got customers." 

One of the teenagers sitting at the table outside shuffled off the end of the bench and sauntered towards the door, pulling a notepad from the pocket of her apron as she came in and approaching the table with a broad smile.

"Hi," she said, "you lot all look parched, what can I get you to drink?"

The woman stood behind Amy, seemingly checking on her as she took the order, then following her through to the bar.

"Sorry about her," Amy said, returning with a tray, "she's my mum. Now what can I get you to eat?"

She took the order and wandered away again, David watching her go.

"David!" Allison hissed across the table, "if you scare away the waitress we'll never get our food, keep it in your pants until the food gets here OK?" she laughed but David nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on the girl.

Amy had shoulder-length blonde curls and rosy cheeks, but more importantly to David she'd never met him before, also she was carrying a firm round pair of tits around in that tight white tee shirt she wore, they bounced as she walked.

Blake saw David staring and leaned across to him.

"Like anything you see David?" he asked.

"She's perfect," David replied, his stare not breaking until she was out of sight.

"So play it easy," Blake said, "there'll be plenty of time to talk to her after we've eaten, until then be polite and friendly, OK?"

"OK, good idea, polite and friendly," David repeated as if they were ground-breaking new ideas.

True to his word David managed to behave himself throughout the meal, at least while Amy was inside. Each time she headed back out to her friends David would dart looks around the table, telling the others how perfect she was.

Finally they sat back in their chairs, their hunger satisfied, and Amy reappeared.

"You want anything else?" she asked.

Allison turned and looked at Blake then Hannah.

"Another drink?" she suggested.

There was general consent and they waited for Amy to return before taking their drinks and heading out in to the evening air. They sat on the grass a little way away from Amy's friends, chatting and laughing, David turning as he heard Amy squeal and break in to uncontrollable laughter. One of her friends caught David's eye and leaned across to say something to Amy, she stood and looked across at David, smiling and turning to speak to her friends again.

"Shit!"David hissed, "shit, she's coming over, what do I do?"

"How are you possibly nervous?" Allison asked, "you've spent the last hour and a half preparing yourself to talk to her, I've seen you wave your penis around in the middle of the street, you talk non-stop and you say horrible, crude things. But a girl with a nice smile-"

"And a good pair of tits," Henry added, hiccuping.

"And a good pair of tits, as the honourable gentleman to my left has noted, and you get fucking... shy?"

Amy dropped down beside David and looked around the group.

"What're we talking about?" she smiled.

"David's deep-seated fear that one day a woman will actually make herself available to do half the things he won't shut up about," Henry said, knocking back his pint as he finished speaking. "I'm getting another, anyone?" he added.

The friends exchanged glances in silence until Amy began laughing.

"Come on," Hannah said, getting to her feet beside Henry, "I'll help you carry them."

"So what are the things you won't shut up about? David" Amy asked, turning to David.

"Nothing," he replied defensively.

"Shame," Amy said. "So who's the drunk one?"

"That's Henry," Blake replied, "and that was Hannah who went with him. I'm Blake."

"Hi Blake, I'm Amy," Amy smiled. "You girls are lucky," she added, turning to Melissa and Allison, "these three guys are all cute, the best we've got is Dan over there." She pointed back at her friends. "Say hello Dan," she shouted. 

A tall guy stood up from the table and waved.

"Hello Dan," he shouted back.

"Not much going for him," Amy laughed.

"Also, Henry's got a huge cock," Melissa suddenly stated, looking away in to the middle distance.

Amy nearly choked on her drink, turning to Allison as if asking her to validate the claim.

"That's what they say," Allison nodded. "That's Melissa by the way, I'm Allison."

"Hmm, you're staying up in the valley aren't you?" Amy asked, "I might have to come and pay you a visit."

"Why don't you all come up tomorrow night?" David asked quickly.

"Aww, you can speak," Amy said, "I'd love to but I'm working again tomorrow, how about the day after?"

"Sounds good," Melissa nodded, "bring us a bottle of vodka-"

"Amy!" her mother yelled from the door, "customers!"

"Whisky," Blake corrected.

"You two are so rude," Allison sighed, shaking her head. "Sorry about them, it'd be great if you want to come and spend the evening with us, and your friends, we might even get David to do some more talking for you."

"That'd be nice," Amy smiled as she turned to David again. "We'll be there, and I promise I'll bring a drink with me." She put her hand on Blake's knee and pushed herself back up to her feet. "Right, back to work," she said, "it was nice meeting you all." 

She ran towards the door, slowing and giving Henry a look up and down as he reappeared with two handfuls of glasses and Hannah carrying a tray of shots.

The evening wore on, it slowly got dark and they all got drunk. Amy's friends departed, giving a wave as they went and leaving the garden deserted.

"I need a piss," David announced, staggering to his feet and heading in the general direction of the door.

"You think he'll be all right to get there and back by himself?" Hannah asked, looking at Henry and Blake.

"What you think we want to go and hold it for him?" Blake laughed, "he'll be fine."

David reached out and found the door handle on the second attempt, stepping through and in to the cool interior. The lounge was empty and he wandered through to the bar, the woman who'd greeted them sat in front of it reading a book and holding a glass of red wine halfway to her mouth. She tore her eyes away from her book and looked up to see who'd interrupted her.

"Another round is it darling?" she asked.

"No, well, maybe, in a minute, where's the uh, the toilet?" David asked, leaning heavily on the bar.

"It's through there," she smiled, standing and pointing, "the door with the little picture of the man, you can't miss it,"

"Thank you," David replied, touching his fingers to his forehead and going to bow with a sweep of his arm.

"Woah, watch out!" the woman gasped as David stumbled forward.

She jumped up and put her arm out under his chest, pulling him back upright and holding him steady.

"You daft drunk," she laughed.

David found himself clutched to the woman's chest, his bare forearm buried in her breasts and the sweet smell of her perfume filling his nostrils. 

"You smell nice," David said, as if the possibility had never dawned on him.

"That's the drink talking," she replied. "What's your name?"

"I'm David," David said quickly with a broad grin.

"Well David, I think you better sit down a moment. Here," she guided him across in to the lounge and sat him in a chair, sitting herself down in front of him. "You city kids really can't take your drink, can you."

"I'm not drunk," David replied defiantly.

"Oh really? How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked, raising her hand to her chest.

"Thre-two?" David frowned, his eyes focusing on the woman's chest.

"Those aren't my fingers darling," she laughed. "But well done, there are two of them."

She shuffled forward on her chair and placed her hands on David's knees, leaning down a little and letting her top hang low, smiling as David's eyes drifted down. 

David knew he was staring but he was pretty sure the woman hadn't noticed. She looked good, what he wouldn't give to reach inside her top and have a feel of her breasts, they didn't look as perky as her daughter's but there was definitely a familial similarity. She had the same smile too, but her hair was dark, almost black, long and straight, and her body was a little leaner than Amy's.

"Your daughter's hot," David slurred, his eyes still gazing down the woman's top.

She reached forward and cupped his chin, lifting his face and his eyes from her chest.

"Amy? I know, why d'you think I keep her here as a waitress?"

"You're hot too," David grinned.

"That's very sweet of you," she replied, "I think I'm a little too old for you though."

"You're only as old as..." David began, his forehead furrowing, "as old as you... feel... tits..." he mumbled, his eyes drifting back down.

The woman laughed and leaned a little lower for him, her hands sliding up his thighs.

"You want to feel them?" she whispered, trying not to break his concentration.

David nodded and the woman moved forward, sitting right on the edge of her chair.

"Here," she said, taking his hand and pressing it to her chest, his fingers squeezing through the loose threads of her baggy top.

Her hand slipped higher on his thigh until she felt the shape of his cock held tight between his jeans and his leg. She stroked it softly, coaxing it to swell.

"Why don't you put your hand inside my sweater?" she suggested, pushing David's hand down.

David reached under and found the bare flesh, soft and warm. She felt him grow under her touch as she rubbed him up and down, his manhood hot and firm beneath the denim. 

"What's your name?" David murmured.

"Why d'you want to know?" she asked, kissing his forehead.

"You're gorgeous," he replied.

"Tell me David, is one of those girls out there your girlfriend?" she whispered.

"Hmm?" David said, looking up in to her eyes. "What? No."

"Well how about you come with me then?" she said, getting to her feet and taking his hand in hers.

"Where're we going?" he asked.

"You're going to make love to me," she replied, turning and smiling to him as she led him behind the bar.

"But, but, I don't know your name," David said.

She stopped and turned, putting her hands on David's shoulders and staring at him.

"What?" he asked self-consciously.

"What's your mother's name David?" she said.

"Penelly-Penenoply-Penlenopy-" he slurred.

"Penelope?" the woman asked.

"Yeah yeah yeah," David nodded enthusiastically.

"Call me Penny then," she winked and turned, pulling him through a doorway and in to a back room.

Standing him against a desk she yanked open his belt and pushed his jeans down with his shorts, standing back to look at his cock as it stood erect.

"Not bad," she smiled, "now the shirt."

David pulled his tee shirt off over his head and kicked his jeans off his feet.

"Sit down," Penny purred, pushing him back on to a chair.

David watched as she hitched up her long skirt and pulled down her red underwear, tossing it aside and approaching him on the chair. She straddled his lap, holding her skirt in bundles around her waist until the bare skin of her thighs pressed against his, the warm summer air sticking them together. She put her arms over his shoulders and tilted her head as she lowered her mouth to his.

David instinctively parted his lips, accepting her tongue and thrusting back with his own. He reached forward and put his arms around her hips, feeling the approaching warmth as he pulled her closer on his lap.

"You want to be inside me?" Penny purred in his ear.

"Yes," David breathed.

Penny stood and moved forward until she felt the hot bulbous tip of David's cock beneath her eager pussy. She placed a hand on his head and tipped it back, leaning down to kiss him passionately as she lowered her body, feeling her lips envelope him and contract around the hot intrusion.

"Oh that feels good David," she sighed, resting for a moment.

She reached down and pulled off each of her shoes, feeling the cool flagstone floor beneath her bare feet before raising her legs behind the small wooden chair and feeling herself sink deeper on to David's manhood. She wriggled her body, grinding down on him, eliciting a grunt of pleasure.

"You like that, huh?" she smirked.

David nodded, finding his head tipped back once again and Penny's tongue lapping first at his lips and then back across his cheek, along his jaw and down his throat leaving a trail of saliva.

"You're a naughty, sweaty boy aren't you?" she growled in his ear, her hips thrusting suddenly, plunging him back inside her with a jolt.

"Uhh," David groaned, "fuck."

"Mm-hmm," Penny nodded with a smile. 

She looked over the top of his head, a movement in the corner of her eye catching her attention. Out in the bar Blake had obviously come looking for his friend. He looked around and leaned over the bar, looking in through the open door. Penny stared back at him as his mouth hung open, she smiled and gave him a wink then pulled her loose top off over her head and dropped it on the floor, resting her arms back on David's shoulders. David stared down at the twin orbs, big and round, hanging a little pendulous and tipped with big dark nipples.

"You better suck on them soon or you'll start drawling," Penny laughed, looking momentarily back up at Blake.

David flicked his eyes up to hers.

"Go on," she hissed, "suck on them."

David tipped his head down awkwardly, his tongue flicking against first one hard nub and then the other. Penny leaned back, thrusting her chest up and pulling David down by a fistful of his hair. His mouth disappeared in to the clammy mass of flesh as he mumbled incoherently. She looked back up and Blake had gone.

"I want you to make my breasts wet with your tongue," she sighed happily, "here." She straightened up and reached to the desk behind the chair, grabbing an open bottle of red wine and splashing some across herself. "Lick it off," she ordered.

David pressed his face to the glistening skin, licking and kissing at every trace of the intoxicating mix of the dark fruity alcohol and Penny's sweat. 

Penny held the bottle to her lips and tipped it back, filling her mouth then pulling David's head back and pressing her lips to his, spitting the wine in to him, following it with her tongue and moaning as she flailed it against his.

David's hands crept up Penny's bare thighs, under the folds of her long velvet skirt and on to her butt, pulling her hard against himself. She responded by circling her hips, feeling him throb inside her, his meat at the centre of a radiating sphere of pleasure and desire.

Penny lifted the bottle again, knocking it back and spitting the wine in to David's mouth, he swirled it around and spat it back at her, covering her neck and chest with the warm red fluid.

"Uh, you filthy boy," she gasped, grabbing his head and pulling it to her chest once more, coating his cheeks with the liquid before licking it off him.

She leaned back and began riding him, her feet back on the cold floor as she pistoned her hips back and forth, loving every inch of him as he slipped back and forth through her swollen lips and stoked the furnace that raged inside her.

"Are you going to make me cum?" she moaned, biting her lip as she looked at him. "Please David, make me cum?"

David felt his cock twitch and throb inside Penny as the wanton desire became evident on her face. He sat back, trying to push himself deeper in to her with each of her thrusts, his hands reached up and groped at her breasts, pinching her nipples hard.

"Oh god yes," she gasped, one hand reaching up to hold David's to her breast and the other still holding the bottle of wine behind his shoulder.

Penny poured more wine on to her chest, using David's hand to massage it in to her flesh before sucking each of his fingers clean. David took the bottle from her hand and emptied it in to his mouth, feeling the delicious fluid swirl around as he pulled his lover down. She drove her tongue past his lips, greedily sucking at the fluid, spilling most of it down his cheeks.

"Oh fuck David," she groaned, writhing her soaked body against his, feeling her skin stick to him with every move.

"Cum for me," David grunted, "scream and buck and grind and cum like a whore."

Penny's eyes shot open and she slapped David hard across his cheek, her pace slowing but not stopping.




Summertime Lust Ch. 05



 A quick note to say thanks for the feedback, I love hearing your thoughts. Questions nad suggestions are welcome. Enjoy the story. 

*

The hazy recollection of the previous night drifted slowly to the surface of Hannah's mind as she blinked back the morning sun and staggered to her feet in the wet grass. It was still too early, no one should be awake this early, nor feel this hungover, not on a Tuesday. Her friends were of course still sleeping, at least she assumed they all were, they'd all come back together last night, hadn't they? Allison and Blake definitely had, Hannah was sure of that, she'd been up for a drunken fumble with Allison when they got back but Allison had very willingly followed Blake to his tent. That was right, then she'd wondered if Melissa was drunk enough to fuck another girl, but Melissa was unconscious by the time she'd negotiated the zip on her tent. That'd left Henry and David, she'd contemplated seeing if what Melissa had said about Henry was true, it'd certainly felt pretty large in the pool, grinding against her butt, so why hadn't she woken up in Henry's tent? No, she most definitely hadn't slept with Henry, and she was pretty sure she hadn't slept with David either. 

The wet grass around her bare feet was refreshing and was doing a pretty good job of waking her up, she contemplated going for a quick dip in the pool, certain that it'd be freezing, but that seemed like too cleansing a way to pull oneself from a hangover, no, it was six-thirty in the morning and unlike her friends she was awake, denied sex and awake, the very least she deserved was coffee and breakfast. She fetched her car keys and wallet from her tent and shuffled her feet in to a pair of hiking boots. Checking herself in the rear-view mirror she swept her tousled hair back and blinked her eyes holding them wide open as she stared back at herself, a little bloodshot but not too bad.

Parking by the village green she clambered out and headed towards the bakery, first thing's first. She'd come to the bakery every day so far so why should today be any different. She was pretty sure that the boy working there liked her, although she was pretty sure the older guy did too, were they father and son? It seemed like they could be, there was a familial resemblance, the only problem being that the boy looked too young and the man looked too old. She walked in, the little bell above the door tinkling, the warm smell embracing her, forgiving her sins as a drunk and promising that actually there was quite a lot of good in the world, not least the timeless wonder of freshly baked bread.

"Back again," the boy grinned, "same as before?"

"Yes. Thank you," Hannah smiled, her eyes flicking across to the older of the two. He nodded a silent greeting just as he always did and gave her a wink.

The boy chatted away as he fetched loaves, his voice fading in and out of Hannah's conciousness as she tried to avoid making eye-contact with the older man.

"D'you know where I can get some breakfast?" she asked abruptly, interrupting the boy.

"Er..." he mumbled, suddenly silenced.

"Rosie might be able to help you there," the old man said, then, noticing Hannah's blank expression, "over at the Queen's Head," he added, nodding in the general direction of the pub.

"Oh, really?" Hannah replied. "This early? She's keen."

"Yep, she's keen all right," the man nodded sagely.

"OK, well I'll give her a try then, thank you," Hannah smiled, passing a handful of coins over the counter.

Hannah returned to her car, placed the warm bread in the passenger seat and headed across towards the pub. The front door rattled in its lock as she tried it, but peering in through the small window she could see the woman from the previous night, wiping down the bar and evidently singing. Hannah back-tracked along the street to where the low brick wall separated the pavement from the garden, letting herself in through the little wooden gate under a honeysuckle arch and heading around to the back door. It was unlocked and she pushed it open, calling out as she placed a foot hesitantly inside.

"Hello? Anyone around?" she could hear the radio playing through in the bar and wondered how impolite it would be to just stroll in. "Hello?"

The woman's face appeared the other side of the lounge, smiling brightly.

"Can I help you dear?" she asked.

"Hi, are you Rosie? I was told that I might be able to get some breakfast here?" 

"Yes, come in, come in," Rosie beckoned, "I've been known to make breakfast from time to time, who sent you?" 

"Uh, the man in the bakery?" Hannah replied, closing the door behind herself and walking between the tables towards the bar.

"OK, well it's no problem, what d'you fancy, I imagine that after the amount you lot put away last night you're up for sausage, bacon, egg, mushroom, tomato-" she broke off as Hannah's face broke in to a huge grin.

"That sounds like exactly what I'm up for," she smiled.

"Coming right up," the woman grinned, "take a seat." She patted a bar stool as she headed around behind the bar. "Coffee?" she asked, laughing as Hannah looked skyward, made the sign of the cross and mouthed 'thank you'. 

Rosie brought Hannah a cup of coffee straight away and then continued to talk to her as she wandered back and forth between the bar and the room behind it, the smell of hot grease wafting through every time she reappeared. Hannah was sure there'd been some joke last night, Blake or Henry had said something about the room behind the bar, there'd been a moment of silence and then they'd all burst out laughing, she couldn't for the life of her remember what it'd been though. Finally Rosie carried out a plate piled high with glistening food, set it down before Hannah and stood back with a smile.

"There, if that doesn't sort you out, nothing will," she said.

"This looks delicious," Hannah said, almost to herself.

"Well you eat up before my Amy sees it and gets ideas in her head about me cooking her breakfast too."

Hannah dug in to the food, barely registering how good it tasted as it tumbled back through her mouth and fought against her hangover. Rosie pulled up a stool behind the bar and nursed her own mug of coffee as she watched the teenager gratefully shovel the meal in to her mouth. Eventually Hannah stabbed at the last few scraps on the plate and slid her knife and fork through the sheen of egg yoke and grease, Rosie poured her another cup of coffee and slid it across the bar.

"I've got something else for you, if you want it?" she laughed.

"Pardon?" Hannah replied, certain that she'd missed something.

"Something I think you and your friends might like to have."

"Oh, OK, that's very kind of you," Hannah smiled politely.

"You haven't seen what it is yet," Rosie smiled, "I'll go and get it."

Hannah sat on the stool and wondered what the hell the woman was talking about, she heard footsteps across the floor above and distant muttering over the sound of the radio, then finally the footsteps again until Rosie appeared back behind the bar with a grin.

"Here it is," she announced, stepping aside as David wandered out, scratching his head and yawning.

"Morning Han," he smiled sleepily.

"I'll let you two get going then," Rosie said, "I'll see you another time perhaps," she said to David kissing his forehead and slapping his butt as he exited from behind the bar.

"Er, right, thanks for the breakfast," Hannah said, getting to her feet and heading for the door.

"Any time," Rosie called, "take care of David for me."

"Will do," Hannah replied, now completely lost.

"Bye Penny," David called, spinning around on his heel and waving.

"What?" Hannah said, dragging David out in the bright sunshine.

*

During the drive back to the campsite Hannah managed to piece together what had occurred the previous night through David's happy, sleepy, and depressingly un-hungover account. When he'd finished she wondered how they'd managed to get back to their tents without any one realising David wasn't with them. 

Once back they found that Allison and Blake were up too, sitting by the stove, wrapped in blankets and drinking coffee. Blake broke in to an eager grin as David approached.

"Well?" he said, "good night was it?"

David returned the smile, "the best," he replied.

"I never would've picked you for one with the older ladies," Allison laughed.

"What can I say, I'm a connoisseur," David winked as he sat down.

"I think what he means is 'anything with a pulse'," Blake teased.

"That too," David nodded enthusiastically.

"I brought you all breakfast," Hannah announced, tossing her bag at Allison and pouring herself a coffee.

"Cheers Han," Blake said, realising she was sulking.

"What's up?" Allison asked her.

"Nothing, I'm going to go for a walk, d'you want to come with me or not?"

Allison turned and looked at Blake who shrugged, then looked back at Hannah.

"Sure," she said, "give me a couple of minutes to get ready, that's all." She took another long draw on her coffee and went back to the discussion between David and Blake.

"I'll wait for you down by the river," Hannah interrupted before marching away.

"What's up with her?" Blake asked as their friend disappeared across the field.

"I have no idea, I kind of get the feeling that she's pissed that even David had sex last night but she didn't," Allison frowned. "I suppose I better go talk to her, d'you mind?" 

She leaned across to kiss Blake and gave him a questioning look, he got her meaning and nodded. 

"It's fine," he replied quietly, "you do what you need to do."

"Thanks," she whispered and got to her feet. "Take David down to the river and wash him," she laughed as she walked away, "he still smells like that woman."

"Bring back pics and you've got a deal," Blake shouted after her.

"That woman?" David repeated angrily, "her name is Penny and she's a classy lady."

"I know David," Blake smiled, drinking his coffee, "and she has her own pub, what more could you ask for?"

"Threesome with her daughter?" David suggested with a glint in his eye.

*

Allison caught up with Hannah as she stood on the boulder throwing stones in to the pool.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Why'd there be anything wrong?" Hannah replied turning and heading for the footpath on the other side of the river.

"You seem a little angry?" Allison asked hesitantly, double-stepping to keep up. 

She knew better than to push Hannah and let her walk in silence for a couple of minutes. They headed the same way as they had the previous day, then took a sharp right turn away from the river and headed up a path, little more than a sheep track, through the wooded side of the valley. It was steep and hard going and before long they found themselves having to haul each other up from one twisted tree trunk to the next, clasping at each others out-stretched hands as they slipped on the loose ground. Finally though the ground began to even out as they made their way out of the valley and on to the high, barren moorland.

"So?" Allison asked again, "what is it?"

Hannah was out of breath and stood bent double, her hands on her knees.

"Come on, don't tell me I just climbed the fuck up here for you to give me the silent treatment."

"Fine," Hannah replied, "it just pisses me off, that's all."

"What does?" 

"I wanted to spend the night with you," Hannah sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to look away.

"Is that really all it is? You're jealous that, whilst drunk, I went to bed with my new boyfriend rather than you?" Allison stared at the back of Hannah's head.

"Well if you say it like that..."

"Han, we walked back from the pub holding hands, when we got here I simply didn't let go of his hand until we were in his tent. I dare say that if I'd walked back holding your hand I would've ended up in your tent."

"Yeah but-" Hannah began, turning back.

"No Hannah, no 'but', you know how fragile my relationship with Blake is and arguably if I had spent the night with you he wouldn't be speaking to me any more."

"You did tell him about us though, right?" Hannah asked, sensing a small victory.

"Yes Hannah I did, but!" Allison added, holding up a finger to silence Hannah's interruption, "but, this is a new relationship, I want it to work and that means being careful with it. You know how delicate a guy's ego is."

Hannah was forced to concede the point, she dropped her shoulders and nodded.

"You want to know the truth?" she asked.

Allison nodded, putting her arm out and wrapping it around her friend's shoulder.

"I think I'm just tired, and horny obviously, I got up too early and then finding out that even David got some last night-"

"I thought so," Allison smiled, "if even David is getting some before you do, you know you're in trouble right?"

"Yeah but seriously," Hannah chuckled.

They were walking across the moor now, the narrow path between the heather and bracken kicked up little clouds of sandy dust as they strolled along hand-in-hand. Wandering along, taking each turning at random they eventually found themselves leaving the coarse vegetation behind and making their way through a patch of long grass on the edge of a rocky outcrop looking back down in to the valley. 

"You can see the campsite from here," Allison pointed out.

"Look, everyone's in the pool," Hannah added, gazing down at the shimmering blue hole.

"Looks like Melissa is keep the guys entertained," Allison laughed as below them the three boys floated in the middle of the pool while Melissa stood on the boulder stretching before a dive.

"You're not bothered by your new boyf checking out another girl then?" Hannah asked.

"Firstly, please, never use the word 'boyf' ever again," Allison laughed, "you're about to start a degree in English Language, you'd probably get thrown off the course for saying that."

"How about beau?" Hannah laughed.

"Secondly, it'd be fairly hypocritical of me to care about him looking when I do so much more than that with you."

"How did he take it when you told him?" Hannah asked.

"Really well actually, I said it right after he told me he slept Melissa and right before I was about to fuck him, so I don't think he really had much choice." Allison stared down in to the pool.

"But he knows we're going to keep doing it right?"

"When I left there to catch up with you he told me to bring back pictures," Allison said, turning and raising an eyebrow at Hannah.

"Yep, sounds to me as if he likes the idea," Hannah nodded.

"Shall we then?" Allison asked.

"What?

"Take some pictures for my new boyf?" Allison giggled, sticking out her tongue.

Hannah reached across and grabbed the waistband of Allison's cut-off shorts, pulling her closer until their bodies were touching. Leaning down she kissed her friend gently, probing her mouth with her tongue as her hand crept up to cup the firm swell of Allison's breast.

"Up here?" she asked as Allison kissed her neck.

"Mm-hm," Allison nodded.

"Anyone could see us."

Allison broke away and scanned the expanse of the moor, to the distant horizon it was nothing but hazy grey vegetation punctuated with the odd gnarled tree.

"I think we'll be OK," she giggled, pulling Hannah back to her mouth as they stumbled away from the edge and in to the long grass.

They stripped themselves entirely and rolled on top of one another, relishing the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies and the touch of the others soft skin and eager lips.

"Don't get me wrong, fucking boys is great, but this is-" Allison cut off as Hannah slithered down the length of her body and slipped her tongue against her soft labia.

Allison arched her back and closed her eyes with her arms folded behind her head. If there was another definition of heaven she'd love to hear it. Her relationship with Blake was promising, the sun was shining, and she could lay back and enjoy the expert ministrations of Hannah's mouth.

"You taste like a peach," Hannah sighed, her mouth insistent on Allison's pussy, her tongue easing its way between her lips and seeking out the hot interior.

"Let me taste," Allison giggled, her hand reaching down and her fingers trailing through Hannah's soft curls to pull her gently but insistently back up.

Hannah grinned, keeping her lips firmly shut as Allison probed them with her tongue, eager to part them and taste herself in her lover's mouth. Defeated she lowered her head, watching as Hannah's grin broke with a chuckle, her face descending and her tongue slithering out to meet Allison's in a slow twisting dance.

Hannah felt Allison's thigh raise between her own, she smooth, firm skin rubbing against her pussy. Hannah lifted her lower body, kneeling, one knee in the grass at the apex of Allison's thighs, the other beside her left hip, her butt thrust up towards the late-morning sun high above the valley behind her. As her mouth mashed back against Allison's and a pair of fingers crept down her mound to part her lips, she imagined a pair of hands appearing on her buttocks, spreading them. She pushed her butt back and up, feeling the breeze cavort across her tightly puckered hole, what if a third could be added to their tryst, she wondered, Allison's mouth licking her throat, her finger's skating the length of her swollen lips and criss-crossing over her emerging clit. What if someone, anyone, Blake, what if Blake were back there? His thumbs brushing around that delicate ring, the cool breeze up here on the moors warming as it became his breath and then the first tentative touch of his lips, his tongue circling, closer and closer until its tip pressed to her centre, begging her to open. What if Blake were to make a meal of her arsehole while she and Allison kissed and caressed, their mouths and fingers teasing each others bodies in the warm summer sun?

Hannah realised she had begun grinding herself back against Allison's probing fingers, squirming down on them as Allison's thumb grazed her clitoris, caught between her own leg and Hannah's wet crotch.

"Fuck that's good," Hannah breathed, her thoughts swirling back and tugging on the idea of Blake joining them, every fibre of her being urging it to come true.

"Mmm," Allison nodded, biting her lip as Hannah's knee pressed accidentally against her puffy lips.

Allison opened her eyes and gazed happily at her friend as she knelt above, that pair of breasts, larger than her own and a source of longing and fantasy in almost every male they'd ever know. They hung from her chest now, swinging a little as Allison's fingers and thigh moved Hannah's body in a slight rocking motion. Allison pulled her leg up higher, pushing Hannah forward on her hands and knees, her breasts now hanging above Allison's face, each nipple pink and firm, made to be sucked. Allison raise her head off the ground, wrapping her lips around a nipple and drawing it back in to her mouth, testing the firm nub with her tongue, pressing it against her top row of teeth, giggling as Hannah gasped and then groaned her approval. Allison circled it with her tongue, lapped at it, feeling the soft flesh around it relent, then puckered her lips and sucked on it again, moaning happily. A hand brushed up Hannah's flank, over the tender flesh that covered her ribs and coming to rest as it cupped the slightly pendulous orb, the nipple caught between knuckles and pinched. 

"I love your tits," Allison giggled, cupping both and pressing them together.

"Yours are nicer," Hannah whispered, smiling down at her, "they're firmer, more pert."

"I've seen how the boys drawl over yours," Allison laughed, "they all want you to wrap yours around their cocks."

"I could probably get all three in there at once," Hannah smirked.

"But who cares what the boys want?" Allison sighed. "Right now I just want you."




Summertime Lust Ch. 05



Smiling, Hannah lowered her face to Allison's and found the slightly parted lips which met her, a pair of tongues attempting to corkscrew around each other with mounting desire and urgency, the two bodies pressed together, two pairs of breasts vying to occupy the same space, and four legs tangled, bare feet in the cool grass, shins and thighs rubbing together as knees bent, nudged each other aside to spread thighs, each aware of the unspoken intent, the soft tickle of stubble on stubble as each pussy found the other. Their bodies twisted and writhed, Hannah rolling on to her back, hauling Allison's form up on top of her own, lifting her right leg and feeling Allison's left stretch out beneath it, the delicious warmth of her wet womanhood once more making contact, the non-invasive sensation of lip against lip, the exquisite touch of delicate petal on tumescent bud, the humid, the fleshy fragrance of mutual affection blossoming in to exuberant lust.

Allison toppled from her perch, finding herself lying on her side, held up on one elbow, Hannah's left foot below Allison's left armpit, Hannah's right ankle clutched in Allison's right hand, using her grip as leverage to pull herself down against her friend, mashing their lips together, grinding, desperate to find that sweet spot where both would cry out in simultaneous satisfaction. Below her Hannah held Allison's foot, pressing her mouth against the pale skin at the base of Allison's calf, nuzzling the warm flesh, pulling her friend's body up, grinding back against it, relishing the unrelenting tango their lips performed, praying that the point of release could be staved off indefinitely, that the world might be permitted to cease so that up here on the edge of the valley, with just the breeze, the distant buzz of bees, the hissed and gasped proclamations of dreamy bliss and the sudden gasp and sigh with the pinnacles and troughs of decidedly feminine pleasure, all warmed by the watching sun, that this time and place might just never end. 

Allison gasped and moaned, a climax roaring to life, the knot of desire unravelling somewhere deep in the pit of her body. She pulled it back, wanting to hear the luscious whimper of that peak being reached first by Hannah. She arched her back, the breeze teasing her nipples, cool in contrast to the sun. This was heaven, perhaps if Blake were here too it could be even better though, if he could be conditioned to ride this wave like she and Hannah did, right across the ocean, hoping it'd never break, until it did, washing up the distant shore, leaving them bedraggled and soaked but eager to climb back on, stand up and ride it back over the horizon. There were skylarks singing high above them, another summer sound to add to the orchestra as it accompanied their movement. Then there was something else, on the edge of what was audible, just caught on the breeze. Allison sat up and scanned the moor, her hips still grinding her against Hannah. There! 

"Fuck," she hissed, Hannah's eyes jolting open and staring up at her.

"What?" she asked lazily.

"People," Allison replied, slowing her grinding.

"Coming this way?" Hannah sighed.

"Not yet- shit, yes," Allison groaned, "a fucking scout pack or something," she added.

"Kids?" 

"Yeah," Allison nodded, untangling her legs and reaching for her clothes.

"For fucks sake," Hannah grumbled, sitting up and moving to where her clothes had ended up.

Allison brushed her hair behind her ear as the first few children came screaming along the track and stopped dead on the edge of the outcrop. She and Hannah sat in the long grass watching as the rest of the troupe of young teenagers appeared, followed by a few of their own age and a couple of adults.

"Not too close to the edge," one of the adults shouted above the hubbub.

"There's people down there," a kid called back, most of the group moved to edge and looked down towards the pool.

"OK, everyone find a place to sit and let's have our lunch now, not too close to the edge," the guy turned, he appeared to be the leader, he saw Hannah and Allison sitting in the grass and smiled. "Good afternoon," he said, checking his watch, "lovely spot, isn't it."

"Yes," Allison smiled.

"It was," Hannah mumbled.

Allison and Hannah got to their feet and approached the edge once more, looking down at their friends in the pool. It was easy to tell who was who, the three guys bobbed in the water, all apparently looking at something, the something turned out to be Melissa who came diving off the boulder in to the water.

"She naked," Hannah hissed, almost sounding angry.

"Wow," Allison replied, "she's got some balls hasn't she? I could never do that."

"Me neither," Hannah conceded with a shrug.

"Shall we get down there before she turns them all in to dribbling wrecks?" Allison suggested, then caught Hannah's eye and added "I mean more so than usual."

They made their way back to where they'd climbed up through the trees, holding one another's arms and sliding down, grabbing at trunks until eventually they both found a rhythm of controlled falling that delivered them safely to the valley floor and the footpath that led back to the pool.

As the pool came in to view a little way away they watched as Melissa's waif-like form sprung up out of the water, her long dark hair tucked back perfectly, hanging down her back, her flawless olive skin shimmering in the sun, her little breasts tipped with dark nipples, erect, begging to be touched. After the interruption up on the moor the girls shared an unspoken moment of lust at the sight of their nude nymph of a friend, she'd never made any overt sign that she had any interest in a lesbian experience, but at that moment both wanted to drag her back to their respective tents and lick her tight little body until she screamed.

Melissa looked up and saw Allison and Hannah approaching along the path, she smiled and waited for them to get closer, giving them a wink, apparently totally unabashed by her nudity. She stood far enough from the edge of the pool that as the other girls neared the boys treading water wouldn't be able to see them.

"Nice morning?" she asked with a grin that said she knew exactly what her friends had been up to.

"Not bad," Hannah replied, suddenly feeling very gruff in contrast to Melissa's feline perfection.

"We could see you from up there," Allison smiled, letting her eyes flick down and drink in Melissa's figure.

"See anything you like?" Melissa purred. 

"I bet the boys are loving this," Allison giggled, ignoring the question.

"They're all stuck in the water, I think they might pass out if I don't start letting their blood circulate a little more freely soon."

"Well let's see what happens now we're back," Allison replied, a glint in her eye.

"You two going to join me?" Melissa asked excitedly. 

"I'm not up for swimming," Hannah said bluntly.

"I will," Allison smiled, "I'm not getting naked though, not in front of everyone. I'll swim in my underwear."

"Fair enough," Melissa nodded, "are you sure Hannah?" she asked.

"You go ahead," Hannah replied, "I'll just watch."

Allison smiled as at last Hannah's frown cracked in to a little grin.

"Let me help," Hannah said, taking Allison's tee-shirt as she pulled it off over her head and her fingers making light work of her cut-offs.

Melissa watched as Hannah stripped Allison down to her skimpy underwear, catching their eyes as they both kept flicking glances across at her dripping wet figure. Finally standing in as little as she was comfortable wearing, Allison turned towards the pool, reaching out to take Melissa's hand. Hannah grabbed her quickly, puling her back.

"One more thing," she said, pulling her friend close and mashing their lips together, her tongue shot out, invading Allison's mouth as she moaned, her hand dropping Allison's clothes in order to reach up and grope her roughly through her bra, her eyes flicking open and locking on Melissa's, begging her to step closer, to be part of their pleasure. 

Melissa looked away a little impatiently and waited for Allison to be released, taking her hand and pulling her closer, her arm around Allison's waist as they approached the pool and her hand dropping on to Allison's arse as the boys came in to view.

Behind the girls Hannah gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, determined not to let Melissa get to her. Anyone can grab a feel of Allison's butt, she told herself, but she'd like to see Melissa go down on her, eagerly bury her face in Allison's delicious little pussy, that spring of nectar, actually she would love to see that, damn it, she was going to have to have sex soon, this was driving her mad.

Hannah approached the edge of the pool, looking down as Allison jumped in, the boys and Melissa cheering her on, laughing and splashing as she surfaced with a huge smile. Allison made her way over to where Blake was bobbing, leaning in to kiss him and whispering in his ear. Clearly she'd be using her new boyfriend to make up for the halted coitus. Hannah looked at the rest of the group as she found a smooth bit of rock to sit on and watch. She was left with a choice of Henry, David or Melissa.

With Blake now totally preoccupied by the return of Allison, Melissa ignored him, focusing instead on just Henry and David, drifting over to them to talk. She smiled sweetly and innocently, her naked figure on show in the clear water. Hannah watched as Henry reached out an arm under the water and obviously grabbed at Melissa's bare butt, she shrieked and spun around to face him, laughing and splashing him. As she turned David's hand grabbed at her, another laughing shriek and she turned back. Henry grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against his body. As Hannah watched she couldn't help but imagine how it felt to have Henry's cock suddenly pressed eagerly against her butt, and there Melissa was, getting it, she always got what she wanted, and why? Because Melissa has the nerve to go for it, Hannah's traitorous brain told her, because Melissa's easy, she corrected herself.

Hannah got to her feet, determined to make a move, should she strip down to her underwear like Allison or go naked like Melissa? She hesitated, her eyes still fixed on the boys and that slutty little whore. Melissa moved to the far edge where the water poured over the lip, pulling herself slowly from the water until she rested on her knees, her back to the group, leaning forward and placing her hands on the rock, her flawless little arse thrust up and back, her cheeks spreading to reveal her arsehole above that set of perfectly smooth lips. 

Hannah turned from the pool and stormed away, tripping as she tried to climb over the fence in haste, pulling herself to her feet and making a beeline for her tent. She hated it, she hated that Melissa always got what she wanted, that all the boys wanted her, that she had the nerve to shed her clothes, that she had that body, that she was so perfect and delicious, that Melissa would almost certainly never crawl in to her tent and wriggle that tight little cunt on to her mouth. Hannah threw herself in to her tent, rolling on to her back, gritting her teeth and staring up at nothing. She fumed at the inequity, every one of her self-professed failings boiling to the surface of her thoughts and projected on to Melissa, there was nothing wrong which wouldn't be righted by the absence of Melissa.

She clenched her teeth and thumped her fists down on the ground, furious at everything, and then furious at herself for being so caught up in it all. She was horny, she knew that's what the problem was, horny and denied satisfaction, everyone else was getting it and she wasn't. She had a good mind to drive back to the village and see if that baker wanted to fuck her. For fucks sake it was ridiculous. She thrust her hand up and rummaged in one of her bags, her fingers finally touching what it was she was searching for, closing around it and pulling it down: her sleek purple toy. She pushed down the waistband of her combat trousers, lifting her butt and returning it bare to the cool touch of the ground, lowering her trouser enough that she could spread her legs by bending her knees, feeling the sticky mess of her lips parting as she ran her fingers down to them.

Outside there were voices, footsteps through the grass and then the unmistakable sound of someone kneeling on the groundsheet outside the entrance. Hannah froze as the zip rose, seemingly taking forever. The flap pulled back a little way and Allison peered in.

"You OK-" she begun, her eyes falling immediately to Hannah's crotch.

"Kind of busy," Hannah said awkwardly.

"You left in a hurry," Allison went on, trying to tare her eyes up to meet Hannah's. "I wanted to check that you were OK."

"I'm OK," Hannah replied, "I'd be better if you'd join me though," she added hopefully.

"I uh, me and Blake just came up here to, well, y'know."

"I know," Hannah nodded, smiling weakly.

Allison crawled a little further in to the tent, whispering and resting one hand on Hannah's knee.

"Maybe a quick taste," she hissed, lowering her head and inhaling the hot scent.

Hannah gasped as Allison gazed up at her, maintaining eye-contact as she slithered her tongue out and brushed its tip over her swollen clit. A movement outside the tent made Hannah look up, Blake's bare legs moved behind Allison's form, his body dropping to kneel behind hers, taking her hips in his hands and pulling her back gently, unable to see what was going on in the tent.

"One minute," Allison said firmly as Blake pulled her back against himself. "He's so insistent," she whispered up to Hannah, "he would've fucked me in the pool if I'd let him."

Hannah placed her hand on the back of Allison's head and pushed it back down, feeling that tongue slip between her lips and tease her open. Behind Allison Blake ran his fingers under the thin strip of fabric between her cheeks, pulling it out and easing his fingers down until he could press them between her lips.

"OK, OK, I'm coming," Allison said loudly, looking up and mouthing an apology to Hannah. "Later," she whispered, "I promise."

With that she was pulled backwards out of the tent and skipped away giggling. A few minutes later the giggling had turned to mumbled words and groans of pleasure coming from the next tent. Allison and Hannah had deliberately put their tents side-by-side to ease nocturnal visits, but if it meant listening to Allison and Blake going at it every night would be be the price she'd just as soon go pitch her tent on the other side of the field.

There were more footsteps outside, light and quick. Surely no one else wanted to talk. Allison had closed the entrance when she'd left but now the zip began to rise once again. Hannah quickly grabbed a discarded tee shirt and covered her crotch with it. Melissa's smiling face appeared.

"What the hell do you want?" Hannah asked.

"Hi Han," Melissa began, "oh, nice dildo, I used to have that one."

Hannah looked at the toy still clutched in her hand.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Henry is taking a shower now, and I don't think he was interested in having a wash."

"You mean he's up there masturbating," Hannah frowned.

"That'd be my guess, he seemed to get pretty worked up down at the pool," Melissa smiled mischievously.

"I thought you wanted-" Hannah said.

"No," Melissa interrupted, "I just enjoy teasing them, maybe later I'll be up for a fuck, but not right now, he's all yours if you want him, I know sometimes a toy's more fun that the real thing, but trust me, if the real thing is what you want, it doesn't get much more genuine than Henry." She laughed and backed out of the tent.

"Fuck it," Hannah breathed to herself, casting her toy aside and pulling her trousers back up.

Outside her tent she could hear Blake and Allison panting enthusiastically and Melissa was sitting by the ashes of the fire reading.

"I'm just going to, uh, take a shower, then," Hannah announced.

"Have a good one," Melissa replied without looking up from her book.

"Right," Hannah sighed to herself, "let's go."

She walked briskly across the field towards the shower block, determined to get there before she lost her nerve. What if Henry wasn't interested? What if she walked in on him tugging away on that monster and embarrassed him? 

Entering the building she heard the unmistakable yell of David's voice rattling away over the rushing water. David, great, she thought rolling her eyes. The female side of the block was open plan, a relic of the more unabashed nature of the average camper from the 70's, but maybe the men's half had been refurbished at some point in the last forty years, maybe she could sneak in to a cubical with Henry and have her filthy way with him. She peered around the concrete dog-leg and in to the steam-filled room, without entering properly all she could see was the low bench topped with dark wooden slats where two piles of clothes were bundled. So far it looked like it was exactly the same set-up as the women's half. 

With a sigh Hannah stepped around the corner and in to the thick steam. The boys were both facing the wall and only Henry was naked she noticed. She stripped down to her underwear quickly, leaving her clothes beside theirs, hoping that her appearance would be enough to arouse David sufficiently to send him scuttling back to his tent to wank.

"Er, Han, you've got the wrong room, this is the guys shower," David's voice suddenly called.

Hannah winced and turned from the bench to look towards the boys. Looking through the steam she saw David's stupid smug grin and Henry's passive smile looking back at her.

"Unless there's something you're not telling us about what you've got hidden in your pants," David went on.

Hannah took a breath and stepped through the steam until she stood in the middle of the room, out of reach of the falling water but close enough to see the boys properly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you David?" she asked calmly, pissed that he was there, ruining yet another fuck, hopefully she could get him to leave. "Is that why you two are together in here? I'm sorry, I didn't realise, I'll leave you to whatever it is you were up to." She noticed Henry's smile, as he turned to listen to David's retort. 

"Yeah, well, yeah, we weren't doing anything. I'm not gay!" David screamed back.

"It's always those who protest loudest about not being gay who turn out to be the secret cock hounds," Hannah replied with a smirk. Then, a new idea taking her she stepped closer. "It's OK David," she said, "I know you weren't in here blowing Henry." She stepped closer to Henry until she felt the drops of hot water catching her eyelashes. "From what I hear Henry's cock wouldn't fit in your mouth." 

She waited for David's reply, her back to him as she held Henry's gaze. When David stayed quiet she turned to him and saw his eyes linger on her hips.

"No witty comeback then?" she asked then realised that her underwear had become transparent the moment she'd stepped under the water and David was now far too busy getting an eye-full of her body to bother with arguing. Knowing that her leaving in embarrassment would count as a victory for David she turned turned back to Henry and brushed her hair back from her face with her hands.

"See anything you like?" she asked him flatly.

This was it, she was all but naked, what else did she have left to lose, it was time to stop being self-conscious, responsible Hannah, and start being the Hannah who got laid.

Henry let his eyes coast up and down Hannah's curves, drinking in the heaving mass of her breasts barely contained in her bra and her firm thighs running up to a small dark thatch of dark pubic hair clearly visible as a shadow through her panties. Hannah stretched her arms above her head and joined Henry in looking down at her inviting cleavage.




Summertime Lust Ch. 05



"D'you mind if I shower with you Henry?" she asked. Henry shook his head and gulped before managing to speak for the first time.

"No, not at all. Here, let me get out of your way," he mumbled. He went to step aside but Hannah put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back under the water, stepping closer to him and looking over her shoulder at David.

"No, stay close to me, I want you here in case David tries anything." She let her hand rest on Henry's hip and tipped her head back under the water. 

Henry stood absolutely still, unsure how to react to the situation. Hannah seemed to be positively inviting him to leer at her but he still felt slightly embarrassed about doing so. Hannah caught him looking away and put her hand up to his face to turn it back to hers.

"I'm here," she said firmly and tipping her head to the right she pressed her lips against Henry's feeling his part instinctively and his tongue press back against hers. "That's better," she breathed as they parted, "now put your hands on my hips, like this." She took Henry's hands and positioned them on her hips, swaying them under his gentle grasp as she lifted her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, beginning to dance to an unheard tune in her head.

Henry was acutely aware of the erection rapidly appearing between his bare legs but thankfully it seemed as if Hannah was too caught up in enjoying her dance to notice it, until her gyrating hips caused her thigh to brush against it at which point she opened her eyes and looked down.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "did I do that?"

Blushing, Henry nodded. 

"But I'm just dancing, there's nothing sexy about that is there?" she asked innocently, turning to David. "David, you don't find my dancing arousing do you?"

"No," David replied, "not at all, you're the least attractive person I know."

"See," Hannah said to Henry, "David isn't turned on."

"Sorry," Henry replied.

"It's OK, you don't mind if I keep dancing though do you?"

"No, I'll try to, well, to keep things down," Henry muttered.

"Not at all, it's nice to know I'm appreciated," Hannah said with a grin, then gripping Henry's hands once more she replaced them on her hips and swung straight back in to her fluid writhing. 

She stood closer to Henry, her eyes open and locked on his, her swaying body inching closer to him until once more she came in to contact with his rigid cock. Hearing him gasp she couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself. But she didn't step back, instead she deliberately brushed against him again, feeling the hot hard heat of his member against her firm thigh. 

She danced closer and closer until her breasts, still clamped tight in her sodden bra, were pressed against Henry's naked chest, then, without warning she spun on her heels to face David, leaving Henry's cock pressed between her buttocks. With a sudden jerk she bent over at her waist, pushing her arse back against Henry and locking eyes with David. 

David stared back at Hannah, torn between the burning look of lust on her face and her breasts hanging in that wet white bra. Now, try as he might, he couldn't hide his erection. Hannah smirked at him.

"You're still here," she said accusingly.

"Whatever, it's a free country," David replied automatically. 

Hannah wasn't sure she wanted an audience but she was certain that she didn't want to stop now she'd started with Henry. She straightened up and placed her hands on top of Henry's on her hips. Pulling his hands up she directed him to massage her breasts and ground her arse back against his cock as he did. Maybe she should take him back to her tent, but then they'd have to dry themselves and it would get awkward, she was over-thinking it again, just go with it, she told herself.

"Fuck your hands feel good on me," she groaned, then reaching a hand up and pulling Henry's head down over her shoulder she kissed him deeply, her tongue coaxing his in to her mouth. 

As they kissed, her free hand directed one of Henry's down to her pussy, pressing his fingers against the wet fabric of her panties before replacing her own hand on her breast where his had been. 

Henry could feel the slick juices seeping through Hannah's underwear and the soft, relenting flesh of her lips eager to grant him access. He rubbed her tenderly as she moaned in his arms, trying to bend her over enough to trap the length of his cock between her arse cheeks and grind against her. She willingly leaned forward, their embrace breaking as she thrust her butt back against his cock, tensing her buttocks around his length and grinding. Henry gasped at the sensation, his hands grabbing at Hannah's waist and holding her hard back against himself. 

Hannah could feel Henry's throbbing cock press urgently against her swollen lips and wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties and let him slip his length in to her sodden hole. But teasing him longer would be more fun, and perhaps David might still fuck off. Damn Henry was big, she hadn't got a proper look at it yet but as she ground her arse back against its length she felt his head tapping the inside of her thigh. She had to have it spearing deep inside her, it'd been too long now, she loved the gentle caress and endless bliss that the naked romps with Allison provided, and her toys could bring her to unbelievable peaks of pleasure, but having a cock thrust deep within, abandoning herself to the will and lust of another person and feeling wanted as they urgently twitched and burst inside her. It'd been too long.

She straightened up and pulled Henry's hands once more to her breasts, letting him pinch her erect nipples through the transparent material of her bra. She turned her head and locked him once more in to a ferocious kiss, her hands reaching up behind Henry's head to hold him. Then, without warning, she felt another pair of hands on her ribs. She opened her eyes and saw David inches away from her, his hands sliding over her skin and pushing Henry's hands out of the way in order to cup her breasts.

Henry repositioned his hands on Hannah's hips and held her as she continued to sway. She tried to turn once more to scream at David but Henry turned her mouth back to his and she relented, fighting the urge to accept that she relished the feeling of four hands fondling her. David slipped one hand under her bra, pushing it up to reveal the firm orb of glistening flesh before lowering his mouth her nipple and drawing it between his lips. Hannah groaned and pulled the other breast free too, pinching herself.  

Spurred on by Hannah's apparent acceptance David dropped a hand to her panties, his fingers easing over the white cloth that covered her lips. He could feel her juice oozing through and brought his hand up to his mouth to taste. Returning his fingers he coated them once more and brought them back up, feeding them in to Hannah's mouth this time as she turned momentarily from Henry.

"Fuck," she groaned, "lick me." The request had been to Henry, she wanted him to descend behind her, spread her cheeks and toy his tongue against her puckered arsehole. Instead David dropped to his knees, his fingers making short work of pulling at the elastic waistband of her panties and lowering them to her ankles. Hannah sighed and placed a hand on the top of David's head, guiding him in.

David leaned down without a second thought and dragged his tongue along her length, letting his tip dip between her labia and trace up to dance across her emerging clitoris. She moaned and pushed his head deeper in to her hot embrace, then with her free hand she reached behind her body and grabbed Henry's cock.

Hannah clutched a handful of David's hair and pulled him back up, directing his mouth to her shoulder and collarbone.

"Put it in me," she muttered to Henry over her shoulder, feeling his cock pressing hard against her thigh. Spreading her legs a little she took the thick length of meat and pushed it down until it eased between her legs.

Henry felt Hannah's soft lips, slick with her juice, caress the upper length of his cock as she pushed it between her legs. Bending his knees he angled himself up and slowly fed his manhood in to her inviting pussy. He grunted as she welcomed him in and once more took hold of her hips, thrusting gently. He was huge, Hannah stretched to accommodate him, gasping as he pushed on in to her tight confines.

"Now you get down there and lick my clit," Hannah ordered David, panting as she pushed him back down to his knees, damn this was good.

David was about to protest at having to perform so close to Henry's cock but his arousal got the better of him and he applied his mouth to her erect nub, flicking it with his tongue. Hannah moaned loudly and grabbed his hair to hold him in place.

She ground herself back against Henry, feeling him fill her completely with each thrust, his hands roughly groping her breasts. She wanted more, her lust surged and she craved... just more!

"Stand up," she ordered David, pulling him up by his hair. He went to caress her again but she held him back with one hand while the other attempted to yank down his shorts.

"Take them off," she panted, realising she couldn't do it while Henry fucked her from behind.

David quickly pulled down his shorts and stood naked before Hannah. Reaching forward she took him in her hand and stroked him, feeling his girth and weight, then bent at the waist, pushing back against Henry's thrusts, and took David in her mouth.

David groaned as Hannah's tongue caressed his head then trailed quickly down to the base of his cock as he filled her mouth.

"Oh, God," he grunted, steadying himself with one hand on the tiled wall as Hannah sucked her way back up until just his head sat clamped between her lips like a lollipop. 

Henry reached forward and gripped Hannah's shoulder in one hand to hold her up as he pistoned in and out of her tight, hot hole. David meanwhile awkwardly groped her swinging, exposed breasts while she sucked up and down his member with each of Henry's thrusts. Soon he felt her lips tighten around him as Henry banged away harder and harder, until she loosened her mouth and straightened up, pulling David closer to suck on her nipples as an orgasm erupted through her body. 

Her clenching muscles drew Henry's own climax out, letting him spurt his creamy seed in to her as she shuddered in his arms.

"Oh fuck Henry, that's it, fuck me fuck me fuck me-uh uh God!" Hannah screamed as Henry fired shot after shot in to her begging pussy. His cum began seeping out around his cock and when he pulled himself free it poured out and oozed down her leg. 

Henry stepped back, exhausted and watched as Hannah leaned forward, propped up by David. For a moment it looked like she might collapse but she moaned deeply and straightened up, taking David's cock in her hand.

"Your turn," she breathed quietly, and pressed his stiff rod against her gaping hole.

Henry expected that David would be revolted by the idea of sloshing his dick through the white flood of his cream which was still dribbling out of Hannah's pussy but David eagerly pushed himself inside, groaning with pleasure as Hannah squeezed him. The position was awkward and Hannah found herself on the edge of collapsing backwards with each of David's desperate thrusts. Leaning back she let Henry hold her, his hands groping at her tits.

"Wait," she breathed at last, "this isn't working."

David reluctantly withdrew and waited for Hannah to catch her breath.

"Over there," she ordered, pointing at the wooden bench. 

Taking David's hand she pulled him over and lay him down, pushing the clothes aside. Straddling him quickly she sunk back on to his cock with a satisfied sigh.

"That's better," she smiled, rocking back and forth on top of him.

David clearly wasn't as big as Henry but he filled her nicely, his head rubbing across her g-spot as she rode him slowly. She looked down at him in the steam, his face still a picture of surprise as the girl who he loved to feud with massaged his manhood with her hot pussy. 

"Don't just stand there," she moaned, looking over at Henry, "I'm not done with you yet."

Henry approached, his cock swinging, it's end still coated in their mixed juices.

"You want me to suck it?" Hannah asked, taking it gently in her hand and looking up in to Henry's eyes.

He nodded silently and watched as she pressed his head to her lips, kissing it and smearing the sticky white cream around her mouth. Fuck this was nasty, tasting herself on this monster cock while David provided a passive presence in her stretched hole, it felt good, throwing it all to the wind, turning her back on the old Hannah and letting loose for a while.

"You gonna cum in my mouth?" she asked, her fist slowly tugging on Henry's shaft. "All over my face? On my tits?" 

She pushed her mouth over the head of Henry's cock, grazing it against the inside of her cheek, immediately aware that she's never get the whole length in. Henry grunted as she cupped his balls, mumbling around his thick meat before pulling back.

"I bet you could hose me down," she gasped, pumping his cock.

Below her David was whimpering with each of her thrusts, his hands playing with her wet tits, teasing her nipples. She ground down hard on him, feeling him stir her pot. Taking Henry's hand she placed it on the back of her head, his fingers slipping in to the tangled wet mess of her hair, pulling her mouth forward and back on to his burning shaft. She eagerly took it back between her lips, sucking it hard as her tongue thrashed against it. Who knew having two guys at once would feel so good? Hannah wondered if Melissa had ever done this, she pictured her there, that dripping naked figure sauntering in, straddling the bench and lowering that sweet little cunt on to David's face, sharing Henry's cock. Fuck it was big, how had Melissa ever managed to fit it inside her tight body? 

David was grunting, attempting to thrust up with his hips, his cock twitching and throbbing inside Hannah. She considered climbing off and having him shoot it over her face, god that'd be good, where had her sudden desire to be showered with cum come from? Reaching back her finger found his balls as they bounced up and down, slapping against her arse, she teased them, eliciting a protracted whimper from him, mumbling something on to Henry's cock as she sucked it.

"Cum in me David baby," she repeated, pulling her mouth free, her fist rocketing up and down as she looked down at the open-mouthed boy on the bench.

She sucked Henry back in once more, his hand insistent on the back of her head, holding her still while he fucked her mouth. The hand that'd teased David's balls now rested on Hannah's butt, squeezing the firm flesh lightly then sneaking down, between her cheeks as her lust drove her fingers to caress that innocent back door. She ran her index finger around her puckered hole, its movement eased by her wet skin, then pushed hard against the ring of muscle, feeling it open reluctantly and grant her access. The first inch of her finger slipped in, writhing against the impossibly tight squeeze, she leaned forward on David's cock, spreading her cheeks wider and letting more of her finger penetrate her hot arsehole. 

"Oh my god," she breathed, pulling back, lapping at Henry's head as she stared up at him, discomfort and lust competing in her expression.

"I'm going to cum," Henry gasped.

"Not yet," Hannah begged, she wanted him to coat her she she bucked through her own climax.

She urgently pulled her finger from her butt, holding it at the entrance circling once more as her middle finger uncurled to join it. Holding her breath she pushed both fingers back inside, damn it was good, she tried to part them, stretch her hole. Imagine if Blake were there, his cock filling her tight hole, she felt her climax surge up at the thought, all three holes filled, three guys all wanting her, all ready to give her their essence.

"Fuck," she panted, rubbing Henry's cock over her cheeks, feeling it pulse against her skin.

"I can't," Henry moaned, closing his eyes tight.

Hannah pulled his cock away from her cheek, quickly sucking on his head and feeling it tense, a fraction of a second of silence and calm before a torrent of his thick creamy seed flooded her mouth, she swallowed the first deluge, pulling back and letting the second splatter over her lips. Below her David pushed up hard, his hands holding Hannah's hips still as he refilled her pussy with another load of semen.

"Uh," Hannah grunted, "keep coming, both of you."

She ground back down on David, desperate to draw every drop of his cum from his aching balls, her hand jerking Henry's fiery monster as it bobbed up and down, another spurt covering her big wet tits. The fingers buried in her arse shot back and forth as she writhed on David's passive body, until finally the mounting wall of pressure broke.

"FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" she cried, her pussy the epicentre of a savage orgasm as it rocked her body.

She fell forward, her free hand gripping the edge of the bench above David's head, her cum-covered tits hanging in his face, her two fingers still deep in her arse, prodding in and out slowly. She closed her eyes and panted. Fuck that was good, she thought, exactly what she needed. She let her breathing return to something approaching normal and eased herself back up, David still holding her hips. She braced herself and pulled her fingers from her arse slowly, catching Henry's eye as she did, realising that he would've seen what she'd been doing the moment she'd fallen forwards.

"Don't get any ideas," she panted at him with a smirk, "it'd never fit."

She climbed off David, Henry reaching out to take her hand and steady her. David remained on the bench, his cock red and slowly deflating as his chest heaved. 

"Come and help me wash," she said quietly, looking down at her body, cum coating both thighs and her breasts.

She led both boys silently back under the water and guided their hands over her body, occasionally having to step back as each of them grew too bold in their contact. Henry gently ran his soaped hands over her breasts and neck, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, unable to shake the sight of her fingers in her arse. Meanwhile David eagerly ran his hands up and down Hannah's firm thighs, apparently unconcerned about the mixture of both his own and Henry's cum. Hannah stroked both cocks, using the pretext of washing them to enjoy watching how easily they grew at her touch. She unconsciously made light work of David's, leaving him standing tall but brushing aside every amorous advance he made thereafter. Realising that playtime was over he moved away, drying himself in uncharacteristic silence and disappearing.

"I was wondering when he'd go," Hannah said quietly, her eyes drifting slowly up to Henry's. "Did you enjoy that?"

"It was unexpected," Henry replied, his cheeks flushing red.

"That's not what I asked," Hannah giggled."How was it, having my pussy, then my mouth, did you like it?"

Henry nodded, occupying himself by ducking his head under the water and letting it cascade over his face.

"It really felt good having you, Melissa was right, you're huge." 

Hannah took Henry's hanging cock in her hand and lifted it enough to feel its weight, his bulbous head in her palm, covering a good portion of it.

"You might've seen me doing something else," she began, locking her eyes on his meaningfully. 

He nodded, not sure if a verbal acknowledgement was required.

"With my butt," she added, wishing her cheeks would stop blushing. "Can I trust you to keep that to yourself?"

"Of course," Henry blurted, as if the concept of him acting with anything other than discretion was a personal insult.

"You sure?" Hannah asked, the fear draining from her thoughts. "You're not going to get drunk and announce it this evening?"




Summertime Lust Ch. 06



Blake lay in the darkness, his eyes still closed, his breathing slow and even but his mind very much awake, he hoped he was doing a passable impression of a sleeping person. He'd woken about ten minutes ago, there'd been no particular reason, none that he was aware of anyway, and he'd been about to reach across to his phone to check the time when he'd heard whispers, he'd frozen, listening carefully, Allison's voice and Hannah's, behind him. He'd feigned discomfort, mumbling incoherently and rolling over, the voices had stopped abruptly and he knew better than to open his eyes right away. He'd waited, his patience rewarded with the eventual return of the whispers and giggling, and then, then he'd felt safe to crack open his eyes.

At first he couldn't see anything, just the dark form of a body on its side, very faintly silhouetted against the fractionally lighter side of the tent. From the size he decided the body must belong to Hannah. As his eyes grew accustomed to the low level of light he began to discern more. A hand slipped over Hannah's hip, its thumb toying with the top edge of her underwear while the fingers splayed out across her buttock, gripping it firmly before slipping down lower. There was a brief mutter and the hand disappeared, Hannah raising her leg and placing her foot flat on the ground, her knee bent and her thighs now spread. The hand reappeared on her panties, the fingers pressing in to the soft shape of her lips. She moaned happily and Blake wondered if she was pleasuring his girlfriend with the same treatment.

He watched Allison's fingers rub back and forth between Hannah's lips, slowly, patiently, until they pulled the damp cloth aside, the exposed lips, clearly wet. Allison went back to work, curling one finger up and eliciting a gasp from Hannah. Allison fingered her for a short period, Blake watching the action, his imagination providing a crystal clear image based on what little he could see and the moist sounds he could hear.

Fuck it was hot, he knew his girlfriend and Hannah got up to this kind of thing, he'd specifically given it his approval, but he didn't expect to watch it happen, and doing so while they were unaware made it all the sweeter. There was a strong urge to slip his boxer shorts down and move up behind Hannah, ease it in to her while he looked down over her shoulder at his girlfriend sucking on those big tits. Maybe Allison would go down on Hannah once he'd finished, bury her head in Hannah's flooded pussy, lick it all out while he fucked her too?

A mutter from Hannah brought him back to the present events and his eyes refocusing on Allison's fingers as they moved away from Hannah's pussy, sliding up under the tight confines of her underwear and stopping on her butt. There was another mutter, a giggle and Hannah seemed to move fractionally, then freeze, Allison's hand shifting in her panties, then a groan.

"Damn that's good," Hannah said, probably a little louder than she intended to.

Allison mumbled a reply.

"Mm-hmm," Hannah said, her head nodding.

Allison's hand slipped away and a moment later Hannah's body lifted fractionally and the underwear was pulled down, her legs bending and a hand reaching to push the twisted, wet material off her feet.

"That's better," she giggled rolling on to her back.

"On your stomach," Allison ordered clearly.

Hannah rolled over once more, bringing her closer to Blake, he closed his eyes quickly, waiting for the sound of the movement to cease before daring to open them again.

Hannah lay flat on her front, her head pillowed on her folded arms and thankfully turned away. Blake let his eyes drift down the side of her now naked body, Allison straddled her knees, she was still dressed in the tanktop and thong she had been when she and Blake had lay down together earlier that night. Her hands were on Hannah's thighs, slowly ascending until her thumbs ran parallel up over Hannah's butt, stopping and pulling her cheeks apart. Hannah mumbled something in to her arms.

"I know you do," Allison giggled, moving her hands, turning one and probing between Hannah's cheeks with a finger.

Hannah groaned, seemingly trying to lift her hips off the ground.

"Try this," Allison hissed, shuffling backward on Hannah's legs and pulling her up by her hips.

Hannah raised her butt off the ground, bending at her waist to take her weight on her knees and chest.

"That's better," Allison sighed, her hands back on Hannah's arse as she stared at the tight puckered hole and warm, wet, swollen lips presented below it.

Blake wished he could sit up, kneel beside his girlfriend and get a good view of the decadent act she was about to perform.

Allison lowered her head kissing each cheek before straightening up. Her hands stroking up and down Hannah's thighs and cheeks, one finger, then two, dipping between her lips, lubricating themselves in Hannah's sticky, sweet mess, frolicking inside her all too briefly, eliciting moans and giggles of enjoyment. Then Allison pulled them free with a slow, wet sucking sound.

Hannah mumbled again.

"In your arse?" Allison teased, her fingertips rising and toying gently around Hannah's tight little hole.

Blake watched as Hannah tensed her body, Allison smiling broadly as her arm moved forward slowly.

"Ughn," Hannah grunted, "ugh god, fuck, that's good."

"You like my fingers in your arse?"Allison giggled.

"Fuck yes," Hannah growled.

Blake wished she was facing him, he wanted to see her expression as his girlfriend finger-fucked her back-door.

"Deeper Ali," Hannah moaned, "deep- fuuuck!"

Allison giggled again, one hand gripping Hannah's cheek hard while the other pushed forward with equal ferocity.

"Mmm," Allison groaned, obviously enjoying herself, "I love the way you take my fingers."

"I'm your little arse-whore," Hannah laughed.

"Damn right," Allison replied.

Blake was surprised by this side of her, he knew she didn't have any qualms about taking control but she seemed to be getting off simply from inflicting pleasure on Hannah. Her hand moved with a steady rhythm now, each of Hannah's grunts of discomfort and joy followed by a tight sucking sound. Blake watched as Allison's hand on Hannah's cheek fell, a moment later Allison tipped her head back, her mouth wide open as she silently cried out in pleasure. She looked forward again and lowered her face to Hannah's arse, biting her cheek before licking it, lust taking over her actions as she pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue.

"Oh dear god yes," Hannah gasped, lifting her head and looking back over her shoulder.

"Head down," Allison hissed, looking up from her feast.

Allison snuffled and grunted, her nose pressed in to Hannah's crack as her tongue danced around the hole, tracing the ring, skipping across it before finally diving in, prising it open and plunging as deep as she could.

Blake felt himself strain in his boxer shorts, thankful that a blanket offered a little in the way of cover. Allison was so going to get it so hard when Hannah left. 

Allison reached out her free hand, slipping it under Blake's blanket, running hastily up his thigh until she found his aching cock. Blake remained silent, not sure if Allison was aware of his fully conscious state. Her hand reached inside his boxers and closed around his shaft, tugging it firmly, uninterested in enjoyment, obviously just desperate for the feel of his thick shaft.

Hannah was panting in to her folded arms, her grunts of pleasure becoming whimpers in an ascending crescendo.

"I love how you, uh fuck, I love how you tongue fuck me," she moaned.

"You love it, don't you," Allison growled, raising her head to look over Hannah's cheeks, "you love it in the arse, soon I'll have to wear a strap-on for you, fuck this tight hole with a big rubber cock."

"Oh please, yes," Hannah cried as Allison dropped her mouth back down.

"How would you like to have me in your butt and my boyfriend in your mouth?" Allison panted.

"Blake?" Hannah asked, trying to feign surprise through her discomfort and arousal.

"Mm-hmm," Allison hummed in to Hannah's arse. "Come on," she suggested, lifting her face once more.

Allison moved back from Hannah, pulling her hips around until she knelt facing Blake. She crawled over and knelt beside Hannah, making a show of carefully lifting Blake's blanket.

"He's pretty big," Hannah moaned seeing the straining tent in Blake's shorts.

"You want to see?" Allison sighed, stroking her fingers across his head through the thin fabric.

"You'll wake him," Hannah replied quickly.

"Not a chance," Allison reassured her, "like I said, dead to the world."

Allison pulled the front of Blake's shorts down, he immediately felt her breath on his swollen head and her fingers wrapping around him, gently massaging him up and down. He'd closed his eyes as soon as Allison had suggested to Hannah that she move, now he wished he could watch as his girlfriend and Hannah toyed with his cock. He felt another hand on him, around his base, slowly creeping up, nudging the first up and away. A hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, then a new sensation: warm and soft, tugging on them slightly and then wet.

"Where d'you learn to do that?" Allison asked as Hannah suddenly gasped for air. "I want to try."

The feeling returned, then the hand around his cock disappeared, only to be replaced by the familiar and breath-taking sensation of a pair of lips descending his shaft and a tongue lapping at his head. Fuck it felt good, he wanted to groan, to cry out, to at least open his eyes and watch as these two goddesses licked and sucked him up and away to heaven.

"What d'you think?" Allison asked, the caressing of Blake's balls stopping abruptly.

"I want you to get back there and stick your tongue back in my butt," Hannah groaned, her breath swirling around Blake's head.

Blake sensed Allison moving away but thankfully Hannah's mouth stayed right where it was, rising and falling on his throbbing cock. A few seconds later Hannah grunted, gasping around Blake as she sucked him, mumbling something. Then the feeling was gone.

"This is so good," Hannah whispered, "having you and your boyfriend at once."

Hannah's mouth returned, it's movements rapidly becoming uneven as Allison's tongue-fucking rocketed her towards a climax. She panted, her tongue slapping against his head, one hand pumping him discordantly. 

"Fuck, yes, yes, that's it, just... UH FUCK," Hannah cried.

Blake wondered how the hell she thought he'd still be asleep and risked opening his eyes a fraction, witnessing her bucking through an orgasm, her eyes shut tight, her body up on one hand and her knees as her free hand gripped his cock, her big sweaty breasts swinging beneath her body as she came hard on his girlfriend's tongue.

"Fuck," she breathed again. "That was- oh Jesus, no please no more- uh fuck!"

Behind her Allison jammed her two fingers back in to Hannah's arsehole, tickling around the impossibly tight ring with her tongue while she fucked her fingers in and out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, mm, yeah Ali, please keep- oh god," Hannah hung her head, all thoughts of Blake's cock now forgotten as she swept up towards the crest of the next wave. "Fuck, yes, shit, yeah, in my cunt too, put them in my cu-" she gasped, "-unt. Fuck me Allison, you have no idea how good this is." 

Hannah lowered her mouth once more, sinking it back on to Blake's length. He felt as if he'd explode in to her throat, desperate to open his eyes wide, kneel up and watch the scene properly. Fuck it sounded nasty, he wondered if Allison would be willing to put on another performance with him in attendance, she clearly seemed to have a degree of control over Hannah, so presumably the choice was hers.

Hannah's mouth disappeared from Blake's cock again, her gasps and whimpers reaching an inaudible pitch as Allison pushed her over the edge of another precipice.

"God damn, fucking hell, yes," Hannah finally managed to groan, falling sideways on to her hip. 

Allison mumbled something and hummed appreciatively before breaking in to giggles.

Blake listened again as the two girls moved about the tent, whispering and giggling together. How they thought they could indulge in such behaviour without waking him was beyond him, but he was pleased they thought they could. He risked opening his eyes again and saw Hannah, now re-dressed, lying on top of Allison, their lips mashed together and Allison's hands groping Hannah's butt through her underwear.

"That was," Hannah began, a huge grin on her face, "fucking, spectacular," she laughed quietly. "We definitely have to do that again."

"No doubt," Allison agreed. 

"I better get back to my own tent before we wake your boyf," Hannah giggled, letting Allison pinch her butt hard.

"I'll see you in the morning, sweet dreams," Allison replied.

Blake closed his eyes again as Hannah began to move, listening as the zip rose and fell again, the shuffle of Hannah on the edge of the groundsheet outside and then the quickly disappearing sound of her feet in the grass. Then Allison moved, seemingly getting closer until her could feel her body touching his shoulder. After a while, when she hadn't moved for a minute or two, Blake risked opening an eye. Cautiously he peered down the length of his body, scooting his eyes over to Allison's beside him, she was laying on her side, that was good, he could causally throw an arm over her. His eyes continued up, his head having to move a little, her breasts bulged in her tanktop, but her position looked odd. With a mumble that he hoped would suggest a natural waking he moved his head and followed the line of her figure up. She was reclining on one elbow, her head resting in her hand as she stared down at him with a sly smile toying on the corners of her lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, unable to stop the hint of a smile from breaking in to a huge grin.

"What?" Blake murmured, hoping the dumb act would work.

"I know you were awake, I hoped you would be, listening and watching Hannah and I. Did you like it?" 

Blake looked down guiltily. 

"I thought getting her to blow you was a particularly sweet touch on my part," she whispered, "aren't I good to you."

Blake couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"The only problem is," he began, "she didn't finish the job."

"You cheeky fucker," Allison laughed as Blake nodded down at his erect cock. "There's nothing I'd like more than to suck that," she purred, "well, not much more. Right now though I want it deep inside me."

Allison sat up, pulling her underwear down quickly and leaving it at her feet before rolling on to her hands and knees and wrapping her fingers around Blake's length again.

"All I could think of while I licked Hannah's arsehole was having you buried in me." 

She stroked him up and down, his erection quickly returning to it's full glory.

"You really knew I was awake?" Blake asked.

"Mm-hmm," Allison nodded slowly.

"That's so hot," he groaned.

"I thought you'd enjoy it. Next time I want you to have a proper view though, I love eating Hannah and the thought of having you by my side while I do it makes me want to cream myself."

Blake sat up and put his hand behind Allison's head, for a moment she thought he was going to push her mouth down to his cock and a spark of desire flickered at the idea of reluctantly submitting. Instead he pulled her forward, pressing his mouth to hers and drawing her in to a long, slow kiss, his cock swelling impossibly as he thought of the nasty things he'd watched his girlfriend do.

Allison rolled on to her back, pulling her boyfriend with her, spreading her legs as she looked up longingly in to his eyes. He pushed his boxers down and kicked them off, his cock oozing and leaving a slick patch at the top of Allison's mound as he lowered his body to kiss her once more.

"Did you like it when I sucked your balls?" Allison asked innocently.

"Oh that's what that was," Blake smiled, "yeah, having you and Hannah both on me at once was mind-blowing."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind doing that again," Allison sighed happily, "I know I wouldn't."

Allison lifted her legs, crossing her ankles over the base of Blake's spine and pulling him lower towards her waiting pussy. 

"That's all for another time though," she whispered, "right now can we just fuck?"

Blake lowered his hips, gazing in to Allison's eyes as he blindly guided the head of his penis to her swollen lips, dipping his body to brush over them, bringing himself up to graze her clitoris and smiling as she groaned and shuddered at the sudden contact. He repeated the movement, loving the way she bit her lip and smiled with her eyes closed.

"Put it in me," she whispered, reaching her arms up and loosely interlocking her fingers on the nape of his neck.

Blake pushed forward, feeling his head ease through the narrow opening and in to the hot, moist interior. He slipped deeper in, slowly, relishing the feeling of Allison's velvet caress on every inch of his member. Every nerve ending screamed at him to thrust hard but something in his body betrayed him, holding back, wanting to savour every moment. He wondered what it must feel like to push his cock in to an arsehole, how tight it must be, he considered if Allison would respond favourably to such a suggestion and then immediately realised he'd have a better shot with Hannah. He was about to voice such thoughts to Allison when she sighed, wriggling back against his penetration and smiling up at him sweetly.

"It got me so wet doing that with Hannah," she confessed. "I fingered myself a bit, but knowing that you'd make love to me later made me want to hold back. I want you to make me cum."

Blake eased himself back out, feeling Allison's lips cling tightly to him until just his head remained inside her. Leaning down he kissed her softly, trailing his lips down to her ear and then her neck, brushing over her soft skin, his tongue sneaking out and licking gently, tasting the salt of her dried sweat and listening as she gasped with each flick of his tongue on her throat. As he went he pushed his thick cock back in to her, feeling her give him a welcoming squeeze. He slowly gyrated his hips, feeling Allison push back against him, grinding herself on his intrusion.

"Fuck that feels good," he groaned, unsure of how long he'd last after what'd happened already that night.

"You like it?" Allison purred.

"Mm," he nodded with a huge guilty smile.

"Wait a second then," she replied, pushing him up with her hands on his shoulders and uncrossing her feet from his back.

Blake leaned back, his head still dipped between her puffy lips and watched as his gorgeous young lover lifted her legs, closing her thighs around his cock. She held her legs aloft with one arm behind her knees, and smiled out from behind them.

"Now," she groaned eagerly.

Blake entered her fully once more, her knees bending over his shoulder as he turned his head and kissed whatever skin he could find. Fuck it felt good, she opened up around him and closed tight as he entered.

"Mmm," she moaned happily, "that's nice, fuck me like that."

Blake wrapped an arm around Allison's legs, leaning forward and resting his other hand on the ground beside her shoulder, bending her legs back over her body. Every entrance now brought him closer to the climax that boiled up ferociously inside him, he could already feel that it would be big.

Allison reached down and pressed a single digit between her closed legs, landing it directly on her clit and circling it quickly. Her own climax had been lapping away since she'd reached out for Blake's cock, her tongue buried in Hannah's arse, slowly rising, each peak on the road to the summit causing a flutter in her stomach, now the summit was in sight though, looming over her, tipped with the white crest that she longed to feel.




Summertime Lust Ch. 06



"Kiss me," she ordered, parting her legs and reaching up to pull Blake down by his neck.

Blake fell forward, his mouth opening and accepting Allison's tongue as it thrashed against his. Her legs now bent, one over each of his shoulders, she moaned with every one of his thrusts, his balls knocking against her and the wet slap of skin on skin. She imagined how it'd be to get fucked by Blake like this while Hannah sat on her face, her creamy interior spread open to be devoured, Blake leaning forward to lick at Hannah's arsehole just as she had done. Fuck Hannah would love that, two mouths on her at once, one tongue in each hole. 

Blake felt Allison tense around his cock, her body locking up, holding him tight inside and feeling as if she's break him off.

"Uh fuck," she grunted, "nearly there, don't stop."

Blake felt Allison's pussy relax and swung back out, swirling his head at her entrance before plunging back in.

"Oh yes, Blake, fuck me, god that's good, mmmyes," she groaned, her mouth open, her eyes staring up in to his.

Blake fought back the insistent urge to cum, desperate to see his girlfriend moan and writhe in ecstasy before he poured his seed in to her. He looked down, his eyes slipping in and out of focus, her bright face staring back, her cheeks flushed red, her mouth hanging open, her dark hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and those beautiful eyes.

"Harder," she breathed, "please?"

Blake found the energy from somewhere to piston himself in and out, causing Allison to buck beneath him, cries of ecstasy ringing out, certainly waking everyone of their friends in the other tents.

"Fuuuck!" she screamed, "yes, ohdeargod fuck! That's it Blake, yes! Cum in me, yes, yes YES!"

Blake blinked as sweat dripped from his face on to the squirming body of his girlfriend below, her breasts, still inside her tanktop, thrust up as she arched her back against their simultaneous orgasm. He felt himself tense, pulse and gush inside her, her pussy massaging him, seemingly milking every drop of his semen from his manhood. He grunted, his hips still moving with slow, shallow thrusts.

Allison smiled up at him, her hands once more around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him slow and deep.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," she groaned.

Blake fell off her, rolling on to his back, his engorged cock, red and drenched in a mix of his cum and Allison's own juices, still pointing skywards.

"Fuck," he sighed, his bare chest rising and falling as he gulped down air.

"That was amazing," Allison said, rolling on to her side and running her hand across his sweat-soaked skin.

Blake turned his head to look at her, her face incredibly bright and perky in contrast to how he himself felt.

"Tired you out a bit did it?" she giggled.

"Fuck," Blake groaned, "yes."

"Well you relax then," Allison whispered. "Get your breath back. I'll prepare you for round two."

Blake watched in amazement as Allison got to her knees, pulled her tanktop off over her head and lowered her mouth on to his aching cock, taking it all in and sucking it softly. He groaned and closed his eyes, letting the unfulfilled beast of his lust begin to stir once more.

*

As usual Hannah was awake early, in the bakery staring at the yawning boy as he fetched her order, her hands drumming on the steering wheel as she slowed and turned off the road and on to the dirt track back at the campsite. She made a pot of coffee and sat at the fire circle drinking it, her eyes fixed on the row of tents, specifically the last in the line, Melissa's. She hoped, no, she expected to see one of the boys come crawling out of it any moment. Then she'd know who was giving it to Melissa on the quiet, who she was letting put it in her butt. Hannah thought about this, wondering how long Melissa and this guy had been together, how long he'd been entering through her arse, what it felt like. She was beginning to realise that watching Melissa's tent was a stupid idea given that Melissa was always up late and if she'd managed to keep this guy a secret for this long, presumably it wasn't by doing careless things like letting him sleep in her tent all night.

There was the familiar sound of a tent opening and Hannah's eyes darted up and down the line, it was Melissa's, Hannah held her breath, her mug of coffee frozen halfway to her mouth. A movement and then a head poked out and looked up, it was Melissa.

"Morning," she hissed quietly as she walked briskly along the line of tents. A huge grin on her face.

"You're up early," Hannah said accusingly, looking past her to her tent, wondering if a guy was still asleep in there.

"Yeah, I had a really good night's sleep," Melissa replied brightly, sitting on one of the logs and plucking a blade of grass from a coffee mug.

Hannah turned to face her, letting herself relax uneasily. This was unexpected, but then as it concerned Melissa she probably should've expected precisely that. She lifted the pot and poured the coffee for Melissa, wondering how to start talking to her.

"I get to you, don't I?" Melissa said, sipping her coffee.

See, unexpected. Only Melissa could so openly start talking about an on-going and unspoken feud like that, like it was something between two completely different people.

"I don't, no, what d'you mean?" Hannah replied hesitantly.

"Basically? That you don't like me very much." Melissa's eyes locked on Hannah, not in a threatening way, more like the way a child would focus on a bug.

"I wouldn't say I don't like you," Hannah replied quickly.

"At least not to my face," Melissa laughed.

"No, no not at all, I think sometimes you're a bit..."

"A bit what?" Melissa asked, ducking down to try and catch Hannah's reluctant eyes again.

"I don't know, sometimes you seem a little cold, a bit unaffected, is that a fair statement?" Hannah looked up at Melissa, hoping she hadn't hurt her feelings.

Melissa seemed to consider this appraisal, taking another long pull on her coffee and savouring it. She was taking too long, she hadn't replied, she hadn't even made any sign that she'd heard or understood what Hannah had said. Finally her eyes came back down and stared back at Hannah.

"I guess that's fair," she replied at last, "I wish it wasn't true though." She cast her eyes down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just that sometimes it's like you work in a whole different set of rules to the rest of us."

"Like how?" Melissa asked, holding out her mug for more coffee.

Hannah lifted the pot and poured more without even thinking.

"Well, like yesterday," she began. "When Allison and I came back and you were with the guys, I got pissed off because you had all their attention-"

"That's hardly my fault," Melissa replied defensively.

"No, absolutely, but it pissed me off, and then ten minutes later you were in my tent telling me that Henry was ready," Hannah let the last word hang, her expression making it clear what an odd series of events it'd been.

"What's wrong with that? I mean, it was a nice thing for me to do, right?"

"Well, yes, it was kind of nice, I suppose, but weird Melissa, normally people don't do things like that. And I suppose it kind of confuses me when you do."

"Maybe you just don't know me well enough then?" Melissa suggested, "I mean if you were used to it then it wouldn't confuse you, right?"

"I suppose not," Hannah conceded, frowning.

"C'mon then, you need to get to know me better." Melissa got to her feet and held out her hand.

"Where're we going?" Hannah asked.

"Morning dip," Melissa replied.

"It'll be freezing," Hannah warned, downing the rest of her coffee and standing up.

They began walking down towards the river, their bare feet quickly drenched in the dew and leaving wet footprints as they sauntered across the boulder and stood looking down in to the clear water.

"D'you want me to swim naked?" Melissa asked bluntly.

"What?" Hannah replied.

"I know you like girls too, I just figured maybe you'd enjoy me being naked."

"OK, that's another example," Hannah replied.

"But I'm offering to do something I think you'll like, that can't be a bad thing."

"No, but it's a bit weird and it confuses people, well me at least," Hannah said, turning to face Melissa.

"So if I hadn't asked and I'd just done it?"

"That would've been better, still a bit weird and confusing, but better, at least then I wouldn't know you were consciously behaving in a way designed to please me."

"What's wrong with doing things just to please people?" Melissa asked, starting to get a little exasperated.

"Nothing, but most people don't do that, they have motives, they do things to please people because they want those people to do things for them."

"Well, yeah, obviously I do things because I want other people to do things for me," Melissa said, "I mean, if I swim naked because I think you'll like it, then I hope that in return you'll like me more and be nicer to me."

Hannah had no idea of how to respond, she stared dumbfounded at Melissa until she turned to face her.

"What?" she asked.

"You do things like that so people'll like you?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Melissa of course I like you, we're here camping together. We may have our disagreements and apparently wildly different ways of looking at the world, but I do like you."

"Good, can we swim now?" Melissa didn't wait for a reply, she pulled her tee shirt off over her head, wriggled her shorts down her legs with her panties and stepped out of them.

Hannah got a brief glance at the nymph before she dived off the boulder in to the freezing water.

"Fuck that's cold," Melissa laughed as she surfaced, "come in."

Hannah stripped down to her underwear, leaving her clothes in a neat pile, then collecting Melissa's and piling them neatly too, one eye watching the nude figure distorted by the movement of the water. She straightened up and stood at the edge of the water.

"Not getting naked?" Melissa asked.

Hannah shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I'm not really comfortable doing that," she replied, wishing Melissa were a little closer so she didn't have to shout.

"No one's going to see except me," Melissa said, drifting closer, "and if I can do it, you definitely can."

"What d'you mean?" Hannah asked, her forehead furrowing.

"Well, with your body, you've got no reason to be shy, but mine-"

"Don't give me that," Hannah replied, actually a little annoyed. "You're body is perfect."

"Ha! I don't know if you noticed but I have no tits," Melissa laughed, her hands cupping the pert little swells on her chest. "I'd kill to have a pair like yours."

"Now I'm really not sure that I should get in there with you," Hannah laughed.

"Just get your underwear off and get in here," Melissa giggled, "it's so much nicer doing this naked."She lay on her back and drifted away staring up at the sky, apparently having said her last word on the subject.

Hannah watched, wishing she could see the world as Melissa did. Fuck it, she thought, reaching back and unhooking her bra, dropping it on the rocks and pushing her underwear down her thighs, kicking them off and leaving them halfway across the boulder. With a run and a scream she jumped in to the pool, plunging in to the frigid water, surfacing to a cheer and a round of applause from Melissa.

"Damn it it's cold," Hannah cried, a huge grin on her face.

"You'll get used to it," Melissa smiled, making her way over, "and doesn't it feel good to be naked?"

Hannah conceded that it did feel nice to be able to enjoy the water without her restrictive underwear on. She still felt a little self-concious though, floating around nude, her body on full display to anyone who wanted to look. She caught Melissa's eyes scrolling up and down but tried to ignore it.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I envy your breasts," Melissa said at last, seeing Hannah's slightly displeased look. "I can see why guys like them, they're just so inviting."

"Er, thanks," Hannah mumbled, wishing she could hug herself and cover up.

"Why does that make you feel uncomfortable?" Melissa asked.

"Because you're you. I'd expect a guy to be checking out my boobs, and I can accept an honest critique from another woman, but, well, you're you?"

"I don't understand," Melissa replied.

Hannah sighed and tried to think of a way to explain herself that wouldn't offend.

"OK," she began, "you're perfect, your body, your hair, everything, it's all perfect. Right? So if you're commenting on my body I have trouble seeing it as anything more than one of two things."

"And what are those two things?" Melissa asked, having managed to keep up so far.

"Well, either you're saying stuff to be bitchy-" Hannah held up her hand quickly as Melissa's mouth dropped open, "-or," she said, "or, you want to, I don't know fool around, or something."

"Can't I just appreciate something that looks good?" Melissa replied, uncertainty edging her words for the first time in all the years Hannah had known her.

"But that's exactly it, I don't really ever hear you give compliments, and if we're talking about something looking good, you're the ultimate example."

"So you assume I must want to sleep with you then?" Melissa asked bluntly, daring Hannah to back out of her own thought process.

"No, well, I don't know," she sighed.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" Melissa added, her eyes refusing to let Hannah's move away.

"Honestly?" Hannah asked, stalling.

Melissa nodded and released Hannah's eyes, watching them flick down below the surface of the freezing water.

"Objectively, yes, I would enjoy enjoying your body," Hannah breathed, her eyes slowly finding the courage to drift back up to Melissa's.

"So," Melissa said quietly, eager to phrase her next sentence correctly, "if you want to sleep with me, and you think I want to sleep with you, why aren't you making a move on me?"

"Because, like I said, objectively I want to sleep with you, if you were a stranger for example, it's not as simple as just liking someone's body and wanting to jump in to bed with them."

"So you felt you had a special connection with both Henry and David yesterday when you fucked them?" Melissa saw the wince flash across Hannah's face and wondered if she'd gone too far.

"That was, different," Hannah looked away.

Melissa drifted closer, her hand reaching out under the surface for Hannah's hip, stroking her softly and ducking down to look up in to her eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean, just, sorry," Melissa whispered. "Don't worry about it, everyone gets like that, they do things they don't necessarily feel great about in the cold light of day, but at the time it felt great. Am I right?"

Hannah nodded slowly, surprised at how insightful Melissa was capable of being.

"I get that too, when I just need to have someone, my ability to spot a bad idea goes out the window and before I know it I'm screaming their name, then thirty seconds later I'm wishing I hadn't just lost my favourite knickers to the dark ground of the park."

That got a flicker of a smile from Hannah.

"I bet you don't have to deal with nonsense like that sleeping with other girls though, right?"

"I guess," Hannah nodded.

"It's all gentle love-making somewhere comfortable."

"Not necessarily," Hannah replied, a little defensively.

"No?"

"No, well, tents aren't comfortable, we also did it up there," she turned and pointed to the rocky outcrop high above the pool.

"What you and Allison?" Melissa asked.

Hannah nodded, slightly proud of having impressed Melissa when it came to her sexual exploits.

"What's it like?" Melissa asked.

"What, sex up there? Actually it wasn't that uncomfortable."

"No, I mean, sex with another girl," Melissa asked, her usual bold expression staring back at Hannah.

"It's nice," Hannah replied.

"Well, yeah I kind of thought you might enjoy it, but how's it different, I mean other than the obvious things like not having a cock stuck in you."

Hannah laughed.

"Well firstly having another girl stick a toy in you feels so much better than doing it yourself, relinquishing control of your pleasure like that. I mean with guys it's usually about reaching a goal, isn't it? They want to get to an orgasm as quickly as possible, right?"

"I guess most do," Melissa frowned as if the thought had never occurred to her before. "Although there was one guy, let's just call him an older gentleman, he was far more interested in making sure I enjoyed myself. I kept my climaxes quiet because I figured that once he thought I'd cum he'd make a race for the finish himself. We fucked all afternoon before he told me he loved holding back while I rode endlessly on pleasure."

"Right, but generally," Hannah replied, "but with Allison it's about every moment, every touch, I mean yeah, sometimes you just want to feel that orgasm explode," a guilty smile crossed Hannah's face briefly.

"And with a guy, once it's exploded there's a bit of tidying up to do," Melissa laughed.

"Yeah, something like that, and then the desire is gone, isn't it?"

"Usually, yeah," Melissa nodded.

"OK," Hannah said, feeling a lot more comfortable after sharing with Melissa, "my turn to ask a question."

"Fire away," Melissa replied.

"You're, let's say experienced, right?" Hannah began.

"You mean I've fucked a bunch of guys? It's not that many." 

"Well, anyway, my question is, did you uh, ever try, y'know, anal?" Hannah asked, the final word creeping out like a disobedient child confined to its bedroom.

Melissa nodded, her face stern.

"Not good?" Hannah asked.

Melissa's frown cracked and broke in to a huge grin.

"I got you," she crowed. "No, yeah, I've done that, once or twice, I keep it for someone special, it's good though."

So whoever was in her tent last night was considered 'special', Hannah noted.

"Why? You want to try it too?" Melissa asked.

"I'm not sure, I mean just between you and I, sometimes I stick a finger up my arse and it feels so good-"

"Oh, you have to get someone to lick it for you," Melissa interrupted enthusiastically, "that's fucking amazing."

"But what about having like a penis in there, isn't it really uncomfortable?" Hannah asked.

"If you take it slowly, make sure he's gentle, it's not too bad, also obviously you'll stretch and get used to it."

"So you think I should?" Hannah asked.

"You only live once, why not give everything a try," Melissa purred, her eyes almost imperceptibly flashing down to take in the sight of Hannah's inviting breasts beneath the surface.

Hannah gulped hard and took a breath, preparing herself to make a suggestion.

"Come on, let's swim," Melissa blurted, suddenly diving down and speeding away through the water.

Hannah watched Melissa's sleek figure move deep in the pool, half thankful that she'd been spared the opportunity to make a fool of herself, half furious that she'd found the courage only to be denied at the last second. With a laugh she dived under and turned to spot Melissa, following her around the pool and surfacing at the far side.

"Henry went down on me right here," Melissa announced proudly, her hand resting on the lip of rock.

Hannah imagined what it must've been like for Henry, floating in the water, confronted by Melissa's flawless thighs, spread, olive skin framing her lips, that little flicker of pubic hair she'd noticed, then burying his face in what was surely a delectable pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself twitch as her desire squirmed at the thought.

"Have you ever had sex with Henry, I mean besides here?" Hannah asked, her hand beside Melissa's on the lip.

"Well there was here, and when I blew him and Blake together," Melissa replied, unable to keep the grin from her face.




Summertime Lust Ch. 06



"Yeah I heard about that," Hannah said, "I bet they both loved that."

"Actually Blake wasn't to keen to share my mouth with anyone," Melissa sighed.

"You're lucky you got him before he and Allison became an item," Hannah replied, "he's well and truly off the market now."

"You think?" Melissa laughed, "I can still have him any time I want."

"No way, he's faithful, you'd never get him to cheat on Allison."

"I can have him today if I want," Melissa laughed.

"You think? Before midnight?" Hannah replied.

"OK, let's make a deal, if I can get Blake to fuck me, you have to, I don't know, give anal a try."

"OK, no big de-"

"With Henry," Melissa added quickly.

"Are you insane?" Hannah laughed. "And if you can't?"

"Then I have to, fuck it, then I have to sleep with you," Melissa shrugged.

"You mean-"

"Yes, sex. Not that that's going to happen, you're so getting Henry's fat cock up your arse."

"Wait, if I'm getting fucked by Henry then I think if you lose you shouldn't get away with just having to sleep with me, let's say your have to do anything I want for, how about two hours?"

"Anything sexual you want?" Melissa asked, "and I get to watch you and Henry."

"Yeah, OK, and you have to fuck Blake before midnight," Hannah clarified.

"OK, today, before midnight," Melissa agreed.

Both girls fell silent for a moment, thinking over what it was they faced, doubt and anxiety tingeing their thoughts, and neither willing to admit to themselves that whichever way Melissa's attempts with Blake went, they were cautiously willing to face the consequences.

*

Blake and Allison were seated by the ashes of the fire when Melissa and Hannah returned, the other boys having apparently woken and downed mugs of coffee before heading to the showers.

"That's fairly unusual behaviour for them, isn't it?" Hannah asked.

"Maybe they're fucking each other," Melissa giggled, "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of Henry's cock in that scenario," she laughed, her eyes glinting as she glanced at Hannah.

"They said they wanted to be ready for our guests this evening," Allison replied, shaking her head with a smile at Melissa's flight of fancy.

"They think they're getting lucky, don't they?" Hannah asked.

"I think we're all getting lucky," Melissa said with a grin.

"You're very perky this morning," Allison said, turning to Melissa.

"I've just got a feeling it's going to be a good day," Melissa smiled.

*

The day dragged on, Melissa took her book and went to sunbathe by the river, evidently unconcerned about the time ticking away, Henry and David were more than happy to follow her now that she'd become a part-time nudist. Allison told Blake he was welcome to go gawp too if he liked. Blake preferred to lay in the grass staring at the clouds and watching as Hannah and his girlfriend busied themselves around the camp, thinking over the events of the previous night.

"You should watch out for Melissa around Blake," Hannah hissed as they cleared away the pile of coffee mugs.

"What? Why?" Allison replied, giggling as she whispered loudly.

"I think she's going to try and get him to sleep with her again," Hannah answered, wondering if warning Allison was somehow against the implied rules of the bet.

"What makes you think that?" Allison asked.

Hannah hesitated, unwilling to go in to any more detail, then she realised that Melissa would undoubtedly use any means to win and that Allison and herself were best friends was a gross oversight on Melissa's part.

"We made a bet," she hissed, her eyes flicking up at Blake.

"What kind of bet?" Allison asked.

"She said she could still fuck Blake even though he's with you, I said she couldn't."

"What? Oh thanks Han, you're a great friend aren't you?" Allison replied angrily.

"Sorry, it just kind of got to a point where she had me cornered, and she has to do it today, before midnight," Hannah sighed.

"So you set the sexiest, most desirable person we know on him," Allison said through gritted teeth, nodding towards her boyfriend.

Hannah nodded slowly, hating how angry Allison was.

"And what happens when she gets him?" Allison asked.

"What?"

"You said it was a bet, what are the terms?"

"If she wins I have to let Henry fuck my butt," Hannah winced.

"Ha! And if she loses?" Allison laughed doubtfully.

"I get to sleep with her," Hannah replied quietly.

"Y'know what? I almost hope she wins," Allison snarled, turning and walking away.

"Allison wait!" Hannah called, quick-stepping to keep up.

Blake sat up and watched as Hannah went after Allison, wondering what they were fighting about. He was sure they'd sort it out, girls were always arguing and bitching about one another only to be best friends again five minutes later, weren't they? He hoped they'd sort it out, the possibility of a repeat performance of the night's entertainment was very conditional on them staying friends. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance to fuck Hannah, with Allison's willing approval of course, having all three of the girls during the trip would be quite an achievement. He felt himself swell at the thought of his girlfriend cheering him on while Hannah bounced up and down on his cock, doing it right here in the camp, under the blue sky, his personal harem wandering around naked, just waiting for him to want them. 

"Allison," Hannah said again, grabbing her friend's arm, "listen. Now you know it's no problem to make sure it doesn't happen."

Allison turned and scowled at Hannah.

"All we have to do is make sure we don't leave Blake alone with Melissa."

"And how do we manage that?" Allison asked dismissively.

"Maybe he'd be more interested in taking a shower with you?" Hannah suggested.

Allison seemed to consider this, there was no way that she could keep Blake in the shower block for the next, she checked her watch, for the next ten hours, but maybe she could keep him fully satisfied for that long.

"OK," Allison said, a smile creeping over her face, "but you're going to have to help me with this, it's the least you can do."

"Help you how?" Hannah asked.

"Come with me," Allison replied, grabbing Hannah's arm and pulling her back towards Blake. "You have to do whatever I want, OK?"

"OK," Hannah sighed, beginning to think that Allison was overreacting a bit.

"If you don't I swear I'll hand Blake over to Melissa personally just so I can watch Henry rip you in half. Blake," she said innocently, coming to a stop by Blake's feet and casting a shadow over his closed eyes.

"Yes?" Blake replied, opening his eyes and gazing up at Allison's sweet smile, Hannah stood beside her looking worried.

"I was going to take a shower and I was wondering if you could wash my back for me?"

Blake was on his feet like a shot.

"Sure," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Allison took his hand and began leading him to the shower block, Hannah walking beside them.

"I hope you don't mind if Hannah comes too," Allison said softly, "she needs her back washing as well."

Blake immediately felt himself throb in his shorts, both of them, he was going to get both of them, naked and soapy.

Hannah looked past Allison to Blake, seeing his broad smile and wondering if Allison had any idea how eager she was to get under the water with him. She wondered how far Allison would take it.

Blake followed the girls in to the shower block and was naked before they'd pulled their tops off over their heads. Allison giggled at his eagerness, taking his hand as soon as she was naked, pulling him over and standing close to him as he turned on the shower, her erect nipples brushing against his firm chest and his proud manhood pressing against the soft skin of her stomach.

"Come and join us," Allison said as they turned to watch Hannah strip slowly.

Blake's eyes fixed on Hannah's big round breasts, watching them swing as she sauntered over, no wonder his girlfriend couldn't resist her. She stepped under the water, standing behind Allison, tipping her head back and letting her hair soak. Allison's hands were on Blake's chest, her eyes looking up at him as he stared past her at Hannah.

"They're magnificent, aren't they?" she whispered, bringing Blake's gaze back down.

Allison reached up and pulled Blake's head down to her's, drawing him in to a drawn out kiss, her tongue slowly exploring his mouth, trying to hold off the more urgent of his advances. Hannah ran a pair of lathered hands up Allison's back and on to her shoulders, pulling her away from Blake enough for their kiss to break. Allison looked up at him and smiled, then turned in the cramped space between his and Hannah's naked bodies, looking up at her other lover and accepting Hannah's mouth as it lowered to her own.

Blake watched, his girlfriend and Hannah finally locked in a passionate kiss right here in front of him, fully aware of his presence, unabashed, in fact positively eager for him to watch. He put his hands on Allison's hips moving even closer behind her, having to push his thick shaft down so that it strained up against her butt cheeks. Leaning in he softly kissed her shoulders, his eyes always looking up, focusing on the glimpses of the girls' lips and tongues massaging each other as their heads turned this way and that. His hands drifted up Allison's ribs until they brushed the underside of each of her breasts, aware of Hannah's opposite, mashed against Allison's. Allison ground her butt back against him and he pushed his fingers on, easing them between the four glistening orbs of flesh to cup Allison's, Hannah's hard nipples evident against his knuckles. His mouth curved up on to the side of Allison's neck, giving little bites and licks as she mumbled and moaned in to Hannah's mouth.

Allison pushed her butt back against Blake again, this was better than she'd ever imagined it could be: her boyfriend and Hannah all over her simultaneously, two mouths caressing her, four hands on her body, and everything that was still to come. She tipped her head aside and pressed her lips to Hannah's throat, inviting her to do the same. Hannah's mouth fell on to her neck beside Blake's, both of them dancing across her skin planting endless kisses and licks with the occasional soft bite. Reaching up from Hannah's hips she took hold of Blake's wrists and pulled his hands from her breasts, turning them and directing them on to Hannah's, feeling his fingers turn beside her own until his hands and hers, interlocked, groped at the huge wet tits. 

Hannah groaned on Allison's neck, feeling twenty fingers press in to the flesh of her breasts. Her mouth was beside Blake's now, both of them open as tongues and teeth explored the firm curve of skin, she could feel every time Blake licked. She moved her mouth closer to his, timing her licks to match his until every brush of their tongues caused them to touch. She felt him groped her harder, move his head back a little way and lick at a different angle, his tongue keeping the same rhythm and at the end of each lick flicking up past hers. She looked up from Allison and saw Blake's eyes locked on her, their next lick brought their tongues a little closer, a definite pause for a fraction of a second as they slipped up past one another. The next lick found their tongues slithering past one another on Allison's wet skin, their eyes never breaking contact. Finally they both licked, the passing of one tongue by the other bringing them fully together, sliding slowly in to each others mouths as they turned their heads and joined in a cautiously eager kiss.

Allison felt her two lovers kissing beside her head, felt her pussy twitch at the idea and found Hannah's fingers, as if reading her mind, suddenly appear on her lips, two opening her up as a third pressed gently but determinedly inside her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, dropping her own hand to Hannah's mound and rubbing two fingers over her lips.

Hannah shifted her lips, grinding herself against Allison's touch, begging her with every movement to penetrate her desperate pussy.

Allison stepped back, forcing Blake to step back with her or fall on his arse. Hannah was left standing under the water, the hands on her body gone. Allison turned, her hands back on Blake's chest as she gazed up in to his eyes.

"Hannah wants me to make her cum, but she's been a bad girl this morning so I think she'd better do something nice for us first, don't you agree?"

Blake nodded, certain that whatever it was Allison had in mind he'd enjoy it. 

Allison pulled him back under the water, standing beside him and looking Hannah up and down.

"On your knees," she ordered, almost unable to keep the begging desire from her voice.

Hannah dropped down, squatting on the tiled floor before the couple, her eyes at once fixing on Allison's delectable pussy in front of her. Allison leaned back against the tiled wall, spreading her legs a little and beckoning for Hannah to move closer. Hannah eagerly ran her tongue up Allison's thigh, heading straight for the dripping lips at the apex of her perfect legs.

Blake watched, his cock so hard it felt like it'd explode as Hannah went to work on his girlfriend's pussy, thrashing her tongue against it before burrowing in, her nose grazing Allison's clit and eliciting moan after moan.

Allison pulled Blake closer until his rock hard manhood brushed through the tangled curls of Hannah's wet hair. She ran her fingers in to the curls, grabbing a fistful and pulling Hannah's head back, turning it a fraction and guiding it on to Blake's cock. It happened so quickly that Blake found himself engulfed between lips and cheeks and tongue before he knew what was happening. Allison pulled him down in to a kiss, one hand on the back of his head while the other forced Hannah back and forth on his cock. She broke the kiss and smiled up at Blake.

"You love sucking my boyfriend's cock? Don't you?" she snarled, stifling a giggle as she jerked Hannah's head again. She pulled it back and turned Hannah's head up to face them, her mouth hanging open as she filled her lungs.

"Fuck yes," Hannah panted.

Allison pushed her back on to Blake's cock, let her suck for half a second and then dragged her head across, pushing it on to her pussy once more. Hannah switched technique without missing a beat, feeling Allison squirm down on her tongue and knowing that for all the bravado she could still make her do whatever she liked. She was enjoying this though, the mock domination, playing along with being forced to pleasure both of them, fuck she wanted to feel Allison cream herself all over her lips then turn and have Blake paint her mouth and tits with every drop of his cum. That was her goal: to have Blake cum for her rather than for Allison.

Blake reached up and held on to the shower head for support as he watched his friend alternate between eating his girlfriend's pussy and sucking his cock, he was close now, he knew he'd be emptying his balls in the next few minutes no matter what. Every movement of Hannah's mouth caused him to groan, his manhood twitching and throbbing unbearably.

"Fuck," he gasped as she pulled off him again, her eyes flicking up to his for the briefest of moments, a look of focused, desperate lust burning in to him.

Allison turned to see the pained expression on Blake's face and held Hannah's mouth firmly on herself, wanting to see Blake slide away from the peak of his climax before letting his ascent start once more. She watched as Blake visibly fell away from his impending orgasm as it became clear Hannah's mouth wasn't about to make a sudden return to pleasure him.

"Not yet," Allison whispered to him, "but soon Blake, I prom- uh fuck that's good."

Hannah had slid two fingers deep inside Allison's pussy, her mouth now caressing Allison's engorged clit.

"Oh fuck Han, wait, wait," Allison writhed at Hannah's touch, the two fingers brushing Allison's g-spot, beckoning her closer and closer to her first orgasm. Allison fought against the rising tide, desperate to hold off her climax, to keep control firmly in her grasp, but Hannah's touch felt so good, and having Blake at her side, watching, fuck, his hands now on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, damn it felt good.

"Han wait," she pleaded, "not yet, please?"

Hannah ignored Allison's cries, determined to make her cum, knowing that once that first wave had broken Allison would do whatever she asked of her, and there was something she had in mind, something she needed badly.

"Come on Ali," Hannah snarled, "cum for me, cum on my fingers," she spoke between laps of her tongue over Allison's clitoris. "Say my name, say it!"

"Please Hannah," Allison whimpered.

"Good girl, now cum."

"Oh fuck, yes yes yes," Allison reached out and pulled Blake's mouth to hers kissing him awkwardly as he leaned over Hannah's crouched form, then pushing him down to suck on her tits.

Blake latched his lips around first one firm nub and then the other, they pointed towards the ceiling, moving as each jolt of Hannah's hand bounced Allison's breasts. He gazed up and saw her tipping her head back against the wall, her smooth throat curving up to her face wrapped in ecstasy. Her gasps and pleads to Hannah now coming almost silently as the wave grew impossibly high, Hannah's hand nearly a blur between Allison's thighs, just the very tip of her tongue making the softest flicks against Allison's clit. 

Blake felt Allison's body tense, Hannah's mouth suddenly forcing its way back on to her quivering lips. Allison looked down at Blake, her eyes wide and pleading for release, then she came, her body bucking on Hannah's mouth, her hand clutching one of Blake's to her breast, groping herself as she panted open-mouthed, her other hand reaching down and grabbing Blake's cock, jerking it violently, wanting him to cum too. 

"Uh fuck me that's good," she moaned, another tremble shaking her body as Hannah drew her fingers out and pulled her tongue the length of Allison's wet lips.

Hannah got to her feet, leaving Allison leaning heavily against the wall. Turning to Blake she put her hand around the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, sharing his girlfriend's nectar with him, letting his hands instinctively reach out and hold her body, her hand stroking his cock gently, rubbing more of Allison's juice up and down its length. Then she turned from the kiss to face Allison, smiling at her.

"Now it's my turn," Hannah purred, stepping closer to Allison, putting her arms around her friend's waist and sharing a slow kiss with her.

Blake watched his girlfriend sucking on Hannah's tongue, clearly enjoying her own delicious taste. Hannah leaned down to Allison's ear and whispered something, the pair then turning to look at Blake and grinning. Hannah turned to face the wall, shuffling her feet back a little and bending at the waist. Allison stood behind her, and slowly got to her knees, one hand trailing down Hannah's bare thigh while she held Blake's gaze.

"Come and watch," Allison said calmly, smiling as Blake moved closer.

Allison rubbed her hands up Hannah's thighs, slowly up and on to her butt, giving both cheeks a squeeze.

"Hasn't she got the sexiest arse you've ever seen?" Allison asked, turning to look up at her boyfriend. "It's just so perfect." She caressed the pair of fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart. 

Lowering her head she kissed across one buttock to Hannah's crack, sneaking her tongue out and sliding it up the tight valley to the small of her back. 

Blake noticed Hannah lower a hand and then saw two fingers appear on her swollen labia, one pressing between them and entering herself before withdrawing and spreading them. Without moving her mouth away from its continuous attending to her arse, Allison raised a hand up bringing her fingers to Hannah's wet pussy and slipping two inside. Hannah released her spread lips, letting them envelope Allison's knuckles.




Summertime Lust Ch. 07



"So you see," Allison sighed as she gave a slow, shallow thrust with her hips, "if you manage to not sleep with Melissa before midnight, Melissa has to sleep with Hannah-"

"Any sex act I want for two hours," Hannah corrected.

"And I don't know about you, but I want to see Melissa and Hannah together," Allison grinned.

Blake reached up and cupped Allison's breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently as he watched her body ease up and down, back and forth on top of his.

"What makes you think I'd just jump in to bed with Melissa anyway?" he laughed, "last time I checked I had a girlfriend."

"I know, and I trust you," Allison replied, "but-" she winced as he arched his back and lifted her off her feet.

"But Melissa can be very persuasive," Hannah said. She was standing under the cascading water, gently massaging her stretched and sore arsehole as she watched her friends make love on the wooden bench.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Blake laughed. "So what happens if she manages to suppress my fidelity, what does she win?"

"Hannah has to let Henry give it to her in the arse," Allison smiled, looking across at her friend.

"And that's bad?" Blake checked, looking from one girl across to the other.

"By all accounts Henry is fairly large," Allison nodded, "large enough to make Hannah think twice about where she'd want to put it."

Hannah was thinking about it, as her finger traced around her aching ring. Taking Blake in there had felt spectacular once he'd stretched her open, she'd felt so full, so animalistic, so fucking good. Now the prospect of Henry penetrating that tight little hole didn't seem so bad, she was still unsure about it but as she dipped a finger inside herself and the other hand eased down and applied two digits to her clit, she couldn't help but squirm at the thought of having Henry's monster slowly sliding in and out of her.

"Besides," she said absently, "I could have Henry any time I want, this will probably be my only shot at getting Melissa."

*

Down by the river Melissa stood up and stretched, Henry and David watching her from the pool, her lithe form on display for them as she watched their reaction from behind her shades. She bent over and snatched her flimsy summer dress off the ground, dropping it on over her shoulders and sauntering away back towards the campsite.

Henry and David watched her go, both wondering why she bothered with the dress after lying around naked for so long, especially as the dress barely covered her at all.

"Would you?" David asked.

"I have," Henry replied with a confused look, "you know that."

"Oh, yeah."

"Why? Wouldn't you?" Henry asked.

"I've got something to say about that," David gulped, uncertain about whether or not to continue.

"Oh yeah?" Henry replied, raising an eyebrow, expecting a torrent of explicit filth to come pouring from David's mouth.

"I have been," he said quietly, watching Melissa disappear over the fence.

"Ha! In your dreams maybe," Henry replied.

"I swear, I've been sleeping with her for weeks," David said, turning to his friend.

"Bullshit," Henry replied.

"She doesn't want anyone to know, so you can't tell anyone, she's amazing."

"Can't you see it's just pathetic that you have to lie about stuff like that," Henry laughed.

"I'm not lying, I slept with her last night, she likes me to put it in her butt."

Henry roared with laughter.

"Now I know you're lying," he said, slapping his friend on the back.

"I'll prove it," David said as he pushed his friend away, "I'll prove to you that Melissa fucks me."

David swam to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out, grabbing his towel and giving himself a quick dry before walking away and leaving Henry alone. 

David looked towards the camp as he approached it, hoping to spot Melissa still loitering around. He had to get her to admit to sleeping with him, it wasn't fair that he had to keep such a secret, he'd beg her. He couldn't see her anywhere and wondered where she'd got to, she must have really moved fast to put so much distance between herself and the pool so quickly.

Melissa had run to the camp, her bare feet virtually silent in the grass, none of her friends were out which worried her, she'd checked the tents, listening carefully at each one before her gaze was drawn towards the shower block. She crept up on it now, glancing back at the tents and seeing David wander between them, what the hell did he want?

She stood outside the low brick building listening to the splashing water and the incoherent snatches of conversation. There was definitely at least two voices: Hannah and Allison, but was there- ah, there it was, the deeper, quieter sound of Blake's voice. She crept in a little way, still hidden by the dogleg in the entrance, but now out of view of David should he look in her direction. She peered around the corner, looking in through the steam, making out two bodies on the bench and a third further away, just a pink figure under the shower by the far wall. She watched the two figures on the bench, clearly it was Blake lying on his back and Allison slowly riding him. So that was Hannah's plan: keep Blake occupied.

"Mind if I join you?" she announced loudly as she marched in, pulling her dress off over her head.

Allison turned quickly and looked as Melissa walked around the bench, dropping her dress on Blake's feet as she went and headed for the water.

"I've been down by the pool for hours," she said, turning on the shower beside Hannah and sweeping her hair back as it soaked. "David and Henry have been staring at me, I just feel so filthy, y'know?"

Hannah, Allison and Blake all stared at her as she took the soap in her hands and worked up a lather, caressing her whole body and washing it all off.

"Of course having the three of you watch me is completely different," she laughed. 

Allison leaned down, turning Blake's face back towards her own and pressing her lips to his, smiling inside as his hands stroked up her thighs and on to her hips.

"Keep fucking me," Allison whispered in his ear, "it gets me wet when she watches us."

"How about when you've finished over there you come and satisfy me again," Melissa said loudly, stroking her firm little breasts as she moved her eyes from the couple to Hannah. "He's going to fuck me," she hissed quietly through the water, "there's no way you and Allison can keep him to yourselves until midnight."

"We'll see about that," Hannah replied.

"Also, letting Allison in on our bet is low, even for you," Melissa snarled. She turned and watched the couple again, they were staring in to each others eyes as Allison ground herself down on Blake, his hands up on her breasts.

"They look good together, don't they?" Hannah smiled, "there's no way you're going to get between them."

Melissa stepped closer to Hannah, reaching out and resting a hand on Hannah's hip, looking up in to her eyes.

"Look at my body," she purred, "every inch of it, glistening, wet, firm, I've got fingers and a mouth that can drive you wild and my cunt tastes like heaven. You want it, don't you?" She watched as Hannah's eyes fought her lust, desperately trying not to stare. "You're not getting it, Blake is though, oh God he's going to be all over me, and then-" she dropped her voice until it was almost inaudible, sliding her hand up Hannah's flank and on to her breast, smiling as Hannah closed her eyes and gasped at the contact, "and then, Henry's going to be all over you, that big fat shaft of meat fucking your innocent virgin arse." Melissa thumbed Hannah's nipple briefly, noticing her thighs squeeze together.

Hannah pictured herself in a sandwich between Henry and Melissa, her fingers drifting unbidden back to her pussy.

"At the stroke of midnight I'm going to push your pretty little face in to my pussy," she sighed, not a scrap of malicious tone in her voice, more a promise, between lovers.

"I'll bet Allison won't let you fuck her arse," Melissa called to Blake, her hand moving away as she saw the look in Hannah's eyes.

"Oh," Hannah whispered, "I should probably mention, he's already done that with me, just so you know, it was good."

Melissa turned back quickly.

"You had him-"

"In my arse? Yes," Hannah grinned, happy to have put one over on Melissa. "God it felt good, Allison was watching us, she likes watching me and her boyfriend."

On the bench Allison arched her back and looked over at Hannah and Melissa under the showers, wondering what they were talking about between Melissa's calls to Blake.

"You want to fuck Melissa in the arse?" she asked Blake quietly, tensing her body and squeezing his cock.

"No," he breathed, "I just want to fuck you." He couldn't keep the thought from his head though, that lithe little temptress putting her knees by her ears and smiling as he pushed himself through her impossibly tight back-door.

"You can do whatever, to whoever you like, as long as you don't fuck Melissa," Allison hissed, "I know you want to see her with Hannah as badly as I do."

They both looked up as Melissa stormed away from Hannah, grabbing her dress as she went, and disappearing back out in to the blazing sunlight.

"What did you say?" Blake asked as Hannah wandered over to the bench.

"I told her I wasn't an anal virgin any more. I told her you'd done me, and that Allison loved watching us. She didn't appreciate that news too much, I can't imagine why." She laughed and returned to her shower, dipping her fingers between her lips and masturbating as she watched her friends make love.

*

Melissa pulled her dress on over her head, immediately making it transparent, she reached the fire circle and looked around for something to kick, cursing her bare feet as she realised she'd come off worse no matter what she aimed for. How the fuck had she been beaten by Hannah? It wasn't fair, she always got her way, that was how it was supposed to be.

"Are you OK?" 

She turned on her heel and for the first time saw David sitting on one of the logs, holding a bottle of beer.

"I'm fine," she growled dismissively.

"Good, I wanted to talk to you about us," David said.

Melissa looked around quickly, checking none of their friends were around.

"There is no fucking us David," she hissed, "you know the deal, we never mention this."

"But I wanted to-"

There was the sound of a car horn honking and both looked up. A beat-up old car was bumping across the field, a girl leaning out of the window waving and shouting.

"Not fucking now," Melissa growled between gritted teeth, "just not now."

Melissa turned and ran to her tent, throwing herself face-down on to her makeshift bed and screaming silently in to her pillow. The guys from the village arriving was the last straw, she really didn't need visitors now.

David ducked down and slunk to his tent too, he wasn't in the mood for being friendly, he just wanted Melissa to acknowledge him, to talk to him. He'd let Henry and the others deal with their guests, he just wanted to be by himself and think for a while.

*

Henry had been laying on the boulder drying out when he heard the car approaching, remembering at once that the girls from the village were coming over. He jumped up and jogged back to the camp site, eager to greet them. They were standing in a group looking around when he reached them, five of them, holding a couple of crates of beer between them.

"Hi," he said happily, holding out his hand to the one girl he recognised, "Amy, it's good to see you again."

"Henry, right?" Amy replied, beaming as she reached up to give him a big hug.

"I don't know where the others have got to, there were at least two more here a minute ago," he laughed, "I'm sure they'll be back soon, come on, let's get comfortable. Let me help you with those."

He stepped past Amy and took one of the crates in his arms, leading the way down to the ashes of the fire.

They all sat down and Amy went around the circle introducing everyone:

"This is Emily, Dan, Steph and Laura," she said, pointing at each of them in turn.

"Emily, Dan, Steph and Laura," Henry repeated. "got it, ask me again when I've had a few," he laughed. "I don't know where everyone else is."

"I have something for David," Amy said, "my mother wanted me to give it to him."

Inside his tent David listened to the voices, remembering what Amy looked like, his mind told him to get up, go be sociable, but his body refused, he wasn't in the mood for that right now, he wanted to sort things out with Melissa.

"Here they come," Henry said, nodding past the visitors as Blake and the girls made their way over from the shower block.

Noticing the car they looked up and hurried over.

"Sorry," Allison said as they neared, "sorry, we were just taking a quick shower, it's so good to see you all."

They exchanged hugs and introductions, Allison noticing a few of the girls looking Blake up and down.

"Henry where's Melissa, and David for that matter?" Allison asked.

"I don't know," Henry replied, "I kind of thought they might be with you." He immediately remembered the claim David had made and wondered if it might be true.

"Shall we get a fire going?" Hannah said, clapping her hands, "Er, Blake, can you come and help me collect some more wood?"

She pulled the reluctant Blake off his seat and walked with him up across the field.

Melissa lay on her back listening to the group, she'd been coming to terms with having to sleep with Hannah, it wasn't even so much that she objected, at least Hannah seemed to be an enthusiastic and generous lover, it was more the idea that she'd lost the bet, she never lost. She heard Hannah ask for Blake's help, they were going to get firewood, where was it they went for firewood? She hadn't gone to get any since they'd arrived, someone else always did it, but they'd all been talking about where to find a lot, where had it been? The small copse behind the shower block, that was it, out of sight of the camp and perfect for an ambush. She crawled from her tent and darted around behind it, her heart beating hard in her chest as she wondered if anyone had seen her.

She watched Hannah and Blake walk up towards the shower block and vanish from view behind it. This was her chance, a reprieve, a shot at proving Hannah wrong. She quickly ran up to where Blake had gone, waiting to hear the shouts from her friends sitting at the camp but none came. She stopped, leaning against the brickwork of the shower block, catching her breath and grinning as she planned her next move.

"We need a lot," she heard Hannah say, "I don't want to have to come back up here when it's dark." 

Melissa looked around the corner and saw the pair slowly moving further apart. The copse was thick and twisted, it wouldn't be hard to confront Blake without Hannah seeing, she'd just have to be quiet. She crouched down and moved stealthily between the trees, trying to get ahead of where Blake appeared to be walking. She found a tight knot of trunks and leaned against them, waiting for Blake to pass, lifting one foot and pressing it back against the rough bark, sliding her short dress up her thigh and bunching it around her waist.

"Blake," she hissed as he moved a few meters in front of her.

Blake turned quickly, dropping most of the dead branches he'd picked up.

"Melissa what the hell?" he said.

"Shh, I just wanted to talk," she giggled.

"Which is why you're naked from the waist down?" Blake replied, lowering his voice without even realising.

"Well it's just that I'm so wet, I don't know why, since you fucked me I haven't been able to get you off my mind, nothing seems to satisfy me, I just need you back in me again."

"Nice try," Blake replied, cursing his traitorous cock as it swelled in his shorts, "but Allison and Hannah told me about the bet."

"Did they really, what did they tell you? Did they tell you that if I manage to sleep with you then all three of us have to be your naughty little fuck toys for the rest of the week? Did they tell you that we all have to do whatever perverted thing you want us to? I bet they didn't, did they? See, I want that Blake, I want to be yours, I'll do anything for you, I'll let you abuse me with your big cock in any way you want, all you have to do is fuck me before midnight and then you'll get all three of us."

She moved away from the trunk, her dress dropping back down to cover her soft mound, she stood, a hand on Blake's shoulder as she whispered to him.

"If you want to you can fuck my arsehole and then fuck Allison's while she licks your cum from mine. You'd like that wouldn't you? Watching your sweet girlfriend get down and dirty. All you have to do-" she dropped to her knees, her palm rubbing Blake's cock through his shorts, "is stick it in me." She lowered her open mouth to the bulge and bit it lightly.

"Oh god," Blake moaned, feeling the warmth and pressure on his swollen head.

"Blake!" Hannah shouted from a few feet away.

Blake and Melissa both turned.

"Don't even think about it," Hannah said, stepping forward and pulling Melissa to her feet with one hand. "I swear to god Blake that if you fuck her you'll be playing solo for the next month."

Hannah's sudden appearance shook Blake out of his lust-driven submission, he stepped back away from Melissa and adjusted his shorts.

"I wasn't going to," he said defensively.

"Melissa get the fuck out away from him," Hannah said, pushing past her and gripping Blake's shoulder to lead him away.

Melissa watched Hannah take Blake back down to the camp then followed, heading straight back to her tent. She'd get another chance, she was sure of that. There was no way this was over yet. She'd wait until later, she'd make sure they needed more firewood, Blake would go, Blake always went, it was a guy thing, she'd follow him, next time Hannah wouldn't get in the way.

*

The group sat around the fire talking, they were well on to the second crate of beer. Henry had offered to drive back to the pub with Amy to fetch more but Hannah had refused to let anyone go anywhere near a car in their drunken state.

"When the beer's done I've got something a little more special," Amy had winked, "if Hannah is OK with coming with me to my car to fetch it?" She joked.

Hannah had agreed and accompanied Amy to collect a few bottles of spirits. 

Amy had watched the group open the bottles and pass them around, smiling as they did.

"I'm going to find David and drag him out here," she announced quietly, hoping no one would notice her leave, then stopped and leaned across to Blake sitting beside her. "Blake? Blake, which tent is David's?" she asked, her hand on his knee. 

"It's the second from the end," Blake replied, "what did you have in mind?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Amy giggled, turning on her seat and quickly creeping away in to the darkness. 

*

David lay on his back staring up in the darkness, the happy sounds filtering through to him. He'd heard Melissa join the party, she'd walked from her tent straight past his, she must've noticed he wasn't at the fire.

There was a sound outside his tent and he sat up, leaning back on his elbows, wondering if it was Melissa come to make amends. The zip slowly ascended, the shadowy figure outside remaining hidden until the last moment when she ducked her head in.

"Hi David," Amy smiled, "mind if I come in?"

David looked at the huge grin and the big pair of tits in the uniform white tee shirt that Amy wore.

"Sure," he said, moving to sit up and make room for his guest.

Amy moved in to the tent and sat cross-legged opposite David.

"Why aren't you out with the rest of us?" she asked.

"I've just got a lot on my mind," he replied, "I'm not really in the mood for drinking and laughing."

"That's a shame," Amy sighed, "I've been missing you."




Summertime Lust Ch. 07



"Really?"

"Of course, also, I have something I'm meant to give you."

"What is it?" David asked, his mind suddenly racing.

"This," Amy smiled, leaning across a kissing him softly.

"Oh, OK,"David said.

"That was from my mother, you made quite an impression on her, she wanted me to tell you that any time you're back in the village you should call in on her."

"Oh, OK I will," David replied, not sure how to respond.

"There was something else too," Amy said slowly, her eyes begging David's to look up at her.

"What?" David asked.

Amy knelt up, leaning towards David and kissing him again, her hand on his shoulder pushing him on to his back until he was forced to straighten his legs out either side of her knees.

"My mother told me to suck your cock," she giggled, reaching forward and tugging down his shorts. "And I always do what my mother tells me."

David stared as Amy stripped him below the waist and took his rapidly swelling member between her rosy cheeks.

"Oh god," he sighed as he watched the blonde curls bob up and down.

"Put your hand on the back of my head," Amy smiled, looking up and slowly pumping David's cock with her fist.

David pushed her head back down, guiding her movement with his fingers in her hair. He'd gone from lovelorn to getting sucked off in the space of five minutes, god it felt like getting blown by an angel. 

Amy locked her lips tight around his shaft, feeling every vein throb as she dragged her mouth up until just his purple head remained inside her. She swirled her tongue around it and probed his slit, smiling to herself as he gasped, his hand suddenly disappearing from the back of her head as he stretched his arms up and arched his back.

"Did you enjoy fucking my mother?" she asked, suddenly withdrawing her mouth and grinning up in to David's staring eyes as she pumped him slowly. "Guys usually do, she's obviously pretty good at it, you'll have to let me know which of us is better though."

"Fuck," David gasped as Amy lowered her mouth back on to him.

She sucked hard, suppressing her gag reflex as her lips reached the base of his cock and his head bumped against the back of her throat. Slowly pulling back she followed her lips with her thumb and forefinger wrapped partially around his shaft.

"I bet all your friends have enjoyed this cock," she grinned, lapping at his head.

David shook his head.

"No? Why not?"

"I, uh, I don't know," David replied, wishing Amy would stop teasing.

"You haven't slept with any of those girls out there?"

"No, well one," David winced as Amy's tongue flicked against the underside of his aching head.

"I've messed around with most my friends, in one way or another," she replied with a frown. "In the winter when there's no tourists around there's fuck-all else to do 'round here."

"You mean you've fucked-" David groaned, suddenly cut-off as his mouth hung open.

"The girls and Dan? Of course, well mostly it's just been us fingering each other with the girls. Why? D'you want to watch me and one of them sometime?"

David nodded silently as Amy's mouth spread in to another devilish grin and she sucked him back between her lips again.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned, feeling the pressure rise as Amy snaked her tongue out and trailed it up the underside of his shaft.

"You want to cum in my mouth?" Amy asked, withdrawing all contact with his rigid pole as it twitched skyward, glistening on the cusp of eruption.

David nodded almost imperceptibly as Amy teased a single finger across his head.

"Maybe later," she said, nodding, her face suddenly solemn.

"What th-" David gasped, his eyes wide as Amy held her sweet lips and tongue just inches from his impatient manhood.

"I don't want you to cum just yet," Amy replied, her breath tormenting his cock. "I want you to fuck me first," she nodded thoughtfully, a playful look passing across her face.

David sat up and watched, fighting the urge to finish himself off with his hand as Amy knelt up and slowly stripped. Finally she crawled her naked figure back towards him, pushing him back down from his raised position. The immediacy of his need had faded a little but it was obvious that it wouldn't take much to have his orgasm galloping back.

"Now, all you have to do," she began, "is close your eyes," she whispered, her voice drifting up as she moved down his body, "and," her breath flowed around his swollen and oozing head, "catch me!"

Amy was already crouched outside the entrance to his tent by the time David's eyes had shot open and he'd sat up. She flashed a huge grin at him and disappeared. David flung himself out of his tent and scrambled to his feet as he watched Amy's naked figure race along the row of tents and past their friends at the fire. He was after her in a shot, the open-mouthed faces a blur as he focused on the naked figure, pale in the moonlight, tearing across the campsite towards the river.

At the fire the friends turned to one another with a mixture of confusion and drunken giggles. Allison had moved on to Blake's lap after watching a couple of the visiting girls eyeing him up and turned to him now, knocking back the last couple of inches in her bottle.

"Skinny-dipping?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with desire.

By the time Allison and Blake had made their way from the fire to the pool, accompanied by their friends and guests, David had dived in after Amy. The group assembled on the boulder and watched as David caught her and she pulled him in to a tight embrace, their bodies shimmering, pale in the moonlit water.

"Last one in's a chicken," Allison laughed, quickly pulling her top off over her head and turning to Blake as she pulled at her jeans. "I want you in this river, right now," she hissed.

Naked she jumped in, David turned at the sound, apparently seeing the others for the first time but quickly turned back by Amy's hand on his cheek. 

Blake stripped down and followed his girlfriend in to the water. 

"Come on," Allison called up to Hannah, "join us."

Hannah shuffled her feet, she'd just about plucked up the courage to swim naked with Melissa and she was just about ready to shed her clothes in front of the rest of her friends, but doing so in front of a group of relative strangers was awkward.

"Let me help you," Dan said as he took her hand.

Hannah turned and looked at him his eyes staring back and telling her exactly what it was he wanted.

"OK," she mumbled quickly, letting him reach down to grasp her tee shirt and lift it up off her body. 

She stood still, watching as he pulled his own off, then his head moved, his eyes following Melissa as she sauntered past dropping her clothes, swaying her slender hips and diving off the rock. For a moment Hannah gritted her teeth, furious that another boy found Melissa so much more appealing, then her cunning kicked in.

"How'd you like to watch her and me together?" she whispered, leaning close to Dan and dragging his eyes back to her body.

"You and, er...?"

"Melissa. Yes, the two of us, fucking," Hannah replied, her voice all but breaking as the thought of it ignited her lust again.

"I didn't know you were both in to girls," he replied, turning again as Henry was led to the edge of the rock by Steph and Laura, the three of them naked.

"She's not," Hannah grinned, but she will be, trust me. 

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, shrugging its straps down her arms and dropping it to the rock.

"I don't understand," Dan said, his attention now fully on Hannah.

"We had this little bet," she explained, pulling at his belt, "if I can stop her from fucking Blake there, she has to sleep with me."

"It looks like Blake's got enough to be getting on with already," Dan laughed.

"Mm-hmm, Allison knows about the bet, she wants to see me and Melissa together too," Hannah nodded slowly.

"So, what do I have to do to get a seat at this performance?" Dan asked.

"Keep Melissa occupied until midnight," Hannah replied, "tell her you'd rather be with her than me, she'll love that."

Dan turned and looked for Melissa in the pool, she'd made her way over to Blake and Allison and was talking to them, evidently much to Allison's annoyance.

"OK," Dan nodded, "I'll do it," he grinned.

"I bet you will," Hannah laughed, she watched as Dan shed the rest of his clothes and jumped in to the water.

Watching the group of bodies spread out across the dark water Hannah smiled and pushed her jeans down her legs, leaving them in a crumpled heap as she stepped out of them, turning to push them away from the edge. A little way back one of the visitors was sitting on the rock, her chin on one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

"Not swimming?" Hannah asked, suddenly feeling very undressed in front of the girl in her jeans and hoodie.

"Not in the mood," she replied.

"It's Emily, isn't it?" Hannah said crouching by the girl's feet.

"Yeah," Emily sighed, her eyes flicking up and down as she took in Hannah's curvy figure.

"What's wrong Emily," Hannah asked.

"Nothing, well, no nothing."

"Tell me," Hannah said softly, "everyone else is having fun, what's got you down?"

Hannah turned and followed Emily's gaze across the pool.

"You wanted David?" she asked as she turned back quickly.

On the opposite side of the pool, away from everyone else David had Amy up against the rocks, her legs were evidently wrapped around his hips as they kissed.

"Not quite," Emily replied.

"What then? Oh," Hannah said, realisation hitting her, "Amy."

Emily nodded and looked down at the ground.

"You don't think it's, I dunno, wrong?" she said quietly.

Hannah moved to sit next to her and leaned down.

"I'm uh, well let me put it this way, between Amy and David I'd have Amy any day," Hannah said happily.

"You mean?" Emily asked.

"I like girls, yeah," Hannah smiled. 

"But you and Dan were just-"

"I like boys too," Hannah giggled. "So you've got yourself lusting after your friend and let me guess, while she's happy to entertain you from time to time, she's also always away with someone else, a boy."

"She does seem to get around," Emily sighed.

"How about I fill in, for now?" Hannah asked.

"How'd you mean?"

Hannah was already kneeling up and stretching her leg over Emily's seated figure, bringing herself down to straddle her.

"Oh," Emily gasped, dropping her bottle as Hannah took her hands.

Emily allowed her hands to be placed on Hannah's breasts and she instinctively began squeezing them.

"Mm," Hannah sighed, "why don't we have our own little party up here?" She lowered her head as Emily tipped hers back to look up, their lips met and within seconds their tongues were thrashing against one another.

"You're too dressed," Hannah moaned in Emily's ear.

"So are you," Emily replied, her hands slipping down Hannah's back and under the waistband of her underwear.

*

Allison rolled her eyes as Melissa told Blake again how good fucking him had felt and how she needed it so badly. She looked up and saw Hannah, pretty much naked, standing and talking to someone then moving down and out of sight. She looked around the pool and counted the bodies in the water, nine including herself, so aside from Hannah there was one other person absent. She tried to recall the names and faces from around the fire but couldn't, Melissa's stupid voice was distracting her.

"Maybe I can help?" that voice was new, Allison looked across.

The new boy Dan was treading water behind Melissa. She turned to face him.

"You said you needed it so badly," Dan said flatly, "maybe I can help with that?"

"Uh, no I'll be fine, thanks," Melissa said incredulously.

"Oh, well she said you'd probably say that," Dan sighed.

"Wait, who said what?" Melissa snapped.

"Your friend, er, Hannah, she wanted me to mess around with her but as soon as I saw you I knew what I wanted. She said I had no chance, I guess she was right." Dan shrugged his shoulders and turned.

"No! Wait," Melissa said quickly, "where is Hannah now?"

"I don't know, still up on that rock I guess," Dan replied.

Melissa turned in the water, looking Blake up and down before turning back to the new boy.

"I guess I can spend fifteen minutes proving a point," she grinned, "come on. Dan, isn't it?"

Melissa gave Dan a peck on the cheek and led him away.

Blake and Allison watched them go, both about to speak when Dan turned quickly as Melissa disappeared. He smiled and gave them a wink before turning and hurrying after Melissa.

"What the fuck was that about?" Allison laughed.

"No idea," Blake shrugged, "still, at least that leaves us in peace."

"Looks like David's enjoying himself," Allison said, looking across the pool.

David was against the rocks, Amy hidden from view in front of him, just her legs visible as to distorted pale lines as they wrapped around his waist beneath the surface, slowly rising and falling as he thrust his hips. The sound of Amy's low moans echoed across the pool.

"How about it?" Allison asked, looking up in to Blake's eyes as she moved against his body, her firm nipples pressing in to his chest.

"How about what?" Blake teased.

Beneath the surface Allison's fingers wrapped round his cock, pulling it gently.

"Well if you don't know I'm sure I can find someone who does," she teased, releasing him briefly.

"Actually, I'm not sure you can," Blake said looking around.

David and Amy were screwing on the far side, Melissa and Dan had disappeared back on to the boulder where apparently Hannah and one of Amy's friends were and Henry, Blake scanned the pool.

"Where's Henry?" he asked.

"I saw him jump in with those two girls, er, Laura and Steph," Allison replied, looking around.

A murmur caused them both to turn and look up on to the bank behind them. A few meters away Henry lay flat on his back, his long, hard cock pointing straight up at the stars as Steph lay one side and Laura the other, one slowly stroking his shaft, the other other fondling his balls and taking turns to suck on his swollen head. All three bodies wet and inviting.

"So," Blake said, eyes wide as he turned back to Allison, "Henry's otherwise occupied too."

"Looks like he's enjoying himself," Allison grinned. "Well seeing as there's no one else available I suppose you'll just have to do then."

She grinned as Blake wrapped his arms around her back and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder. His cock was hard in her hand now and she slowly pumped it between their bodies, it's heat radiating in the cool water. Reaching one arm back she found the rocky edge of the pool and lifted herself slightly, feeling Blake's strong arms take some of her weight and guide her back down holding her still as the hot tip of his cock slipped between her lips.

"Don't tease me," she pouted.

"Wait," Blake groaned, torn between the sensation of Allison's lips teasing the tip of his cock and what he had in mind.

"What is it" Allison asked.

"Want to watch them while we do it?" Blake whispered, nodding at the three figures lying on the bank.

"Mm, I've had my eye on the blonde since they got here actually," Allison hissed, her eyes innocent as they looked up in to Blake's.

"Laura?" Blake replied.

"Mm-hmm,"Allison nodded.

"Oh really?" Blake grinned, "she's got a a good pair of tits on her, hasn't she," he whispered. "Like Hannah's."

"What can I say, I have a type," Allison's eyes glinted in the moonlight, her pussy twitching as she talked to her boyfriend about the stranger they both wanted to fuck.

"What about Steph?" Blake asked, helping Allison to turn around, holding her hips as she rested her elbows on the smooth rocks of the bank.

"I wouldn't say no," Allison giggled, feeling Blake's hard cock edging up the inside of her thigh as he moved behind her and pulled himself closer.

"They certainly don't have a problem making hot girls out here, do they," Blake sighed.

Laura had half of Henry's monster cock in her mouth, her hand on his balls as Steph licked and kissed the base of his shaft. Both girls were lying on their sides, one leg up, bent at the knee as their fingers mashed between their wet lips.

"I wonder if they've ever fucked each other," Allison groaned, closing her eyes as Blake nuzzled his way across her shoulder and on to her neck.

"I can imagine they have," Blake whispered.

"I bet you can," Allison replied, "I expect you can imagine them doing all kinds of things."

"Oh yeah," Blake laughed quietly.

"Tell me," Allison sighed, squirming back against Blake's cock as he pressed it up against her pussy.

"I bet they have a strap-on," Blake whispered in Allison's ear.

"Mm, that's good," Allison smiled, resting her chin on her folded arms as she watched the two girls play with her friend.

Blake gave a push up with his hips and entered his girlfriend, her tight pussy opening up for him and accepting him with a brief squeeze.

"I think Laura there likes to bend Steph over and give it to her hard," he said picturing it as he watched the girls masturbating as they sucked his friend.

"You think?" Allison asked, "I see one of them on her back while the other rides on top," she grinned, "hands up cupping the others tits, slowly fucking."

"No way," Blake replied, holding Allison's hips as he found a nice steady rhythm to his thrusts. "Look at the way Laura's sucking Henry's cock, she's holding back, she likes it hard."

The pair watched, silent except for Blake's light grunts and Allison's soft moans. Laura had pulled back from Henry's cock and now Steph was sucking on his head. Laura dipped her head down and began sucking Henry's balls, one hand immediately diving back between her own legs.

Blake slipped his hands down and cupped Allison's buttocks, groping them briefly and wondering if she was as willing to try a little anal as Hannah was.

"Maybe someday, but not now and definitely not here," Allison said, lifting her head to turn and look over her shoulder at her boyfriend.

"What?" Blake asked innocently.

"You were thinking about my arse," Allison replied.

"How d'you know that?" Blake laughed.

"Trust me, I know," she said.

Blake pulled back and gave a deep thrust, penetrating his girlfriend fully, biting below her ear as she straightened up and tipped her head back.

"Fuck that's good Blake," Allison groaned.

"You're so tight," Blake gasped, "I love it."

He kept sliding in and out, his pace slowly increasing. On the bank Steph had got up and was straddling Henry's cock, Laura holding it upright as they pushed it's bulbous head between her labia. She lowered herself down slowly, Henry's big hands on her hips to steady her. Laura leaned closer, obscuring Blake and Allison's view. Steph's hand dropped on to Laura's head, guiding it as it became apparent that Laura was licking at Steph's lips as they stretched around Henry's shaft. Steph closed her eyes and moaned, Laura looking up and laughing as she spoke, then Steph's body slipping right down on to Henry. The cry of discomfort was audible.

"Mmm, I'd love to suck on Laura's clit while she sits on your cock," Allison moaned quietly, "I bet she's delicious, when you've fucked her I want to clean you with my tongue."

"You want me to fuck her?" Blake grunted, his eyes fixed on Laura's wet pussy, glistening in the moonlight.

"God yes, I want to watch you make her scream then drink your cum from her," Allison hissed, meeting each of Blake's thrusts, pressing her hips back and loving how he felt entering her with hard, sudden, stabs.

"I love it when you're filthy," Blake gasped in her ear, leaving himself buried in her as she writhed on him.

"Well I like being filthy for you. Next time you fuck Hannah in the arse I'm going to blow you as soon as you pull out of her, I want the taste of her arsehole filling my mouth." Allison lifted her legs underwater and pushed her feet against the bank, swinging her body down to meet each of Blake's ascensions.




Summertime Lust Ch. 07



"Fuck me Blake, fuck me harder," she grunted.

Laura looked over from her position knelt beside Henry and Steph, grinning as she saw Allison and Blake for the first time.

"Fuck I want to taste that pussy," Allison groaned as Blake grabbed her hips and held her still.

Without warning Allison pulled herself out of the water and off Blake's cock, crawling across the grass, water pouring off her body as she approached Laura. Blake hauled himself out and followed, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend's pussy and arse as they swayed back and forth.

Laura had turned her attention back to Steph's clit when Allison reached her and apparently didn't notice as Allison lowered her head, inhaling deeply before tracing up her thigh. Steph turned and looked down, smiling as she watched Allison lick up to her pussy, she lowered her hand and pushed Alison's head down, then looked up as Blake stood watching.

"I was hoping you two might join us, I had no idea that your girlfriend like to eat pussy though," Laura purred.

Blake didn't reply, his cock throbbed as he watched Allison snuffle away between Laura's long legs. Dropping to his knees he slipped his cock back inside her, her head rising briefly to look back at him open-mouthed before Laura pushed her back down.

"Maybe when you've finished in there she'd appreciate it if I give her a quick clean up," Laura moaned, her eyes fixed on Blake's body as he pumped in and out of Allison. "Perhaps you'd like to make me dirty while I'm doing it." She turned and licked at Steph's pussy once more, her tongue bathing Henry's cock simultaneously. "Of course, if Henry cums first your girlfriend is going to have to wait her turn."

"Well this looks like fun," Blake and Laura both turned at the words, appearing through the gloom were David and Amy, hand in hand and naked.

David had a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" Amy asked, releasing David's hand and sauntering over. She bent down and exchanged a long slow kiss with Laura then straightened up a little and did the same with Steph. 

Steph was bouncing on Henry's cock as he lay still, he'd stretched her wide open and she'd got used to the depths his cock hit, now she was enjoying every throbbing inch of his big, thick meat.

Amy took Laura's hand and without a word Laura rose up to her feet and stepped away from Allison's tongue. Allison looked up, panting as Blake continued to fuck her, David standing nearby watching, his cock in his hand. Allison turned to look over her shoulder at Blake and then moved slightly and flicked her tongue against Steph's clit as it rose and fell above Henry's cock.

"Fuck that's hot," David said quietly as if trying to avoid breaking the spell.

Amy had dragged Laura to the ground beside him and the pair were bowing their heads between one another's thighs, dipping tongues between wet lips and moaning softly.

Steph looked up at her audience and motioned for David to come closer, taking his hand and pulling him as soon as he was within reach. She looked up at him and knocked his hand away from his cock before wrapping her own around it and guiding it to her mouth.

"Oh Jesus," David groaned, his hand at once on the back of Steph's head as it bobbed back and forth on him.

She moaned around him as she sucked, the dual attention of Allison's tongue and Henry's thick cock stuck inside her clearly rocketing her towards a climax. 

"I want you to cum on my breasts," she ordered, her mouth inches from his swollen head as she spoke, "right now, I want it."

David whimpered as the mouth attacked his cock once more, sucking him back hard as Steph's eager eyes stared up at him. He looked down at the lips tight around his cock, the breasts bouncing beneath and below that Allison on her hands and knees tonguing Steph's pussy.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Come on big boy, give me everything you've got," Steph snarled, lapping at his head, "spray it all over- oh god," her voice broke as Henry finally pushed her over the edge. 

"I'm gonna cum," Henry moaned from somewhere behind her.

"God, yes, fill me," Steph sighed, "and you fire it on my breasts," she added, looking up at David again and slapping his head against her lips.

Blake watched the whole scene, his own orgasm raging forward. Allison's pussy flexed around his cock, massaging him continuously as her head rose and fell on Steph's clit. 

"Uh god, here it comes," David moaned, taking his cock in his hand and pumping it furiously, "uh, uh fuck!"

He came hard, strings of his semen firing out, the first catching Steph across her cheek, the next three bursts splattering over her breasts as she grabbed him and aimed his cock down.

Henry wasn't far behind, grunting as he pumped his own contribution deep inside Steph's pussy, as she continued to ride him hard it began oozing out around the base of his cock.

"Lick it," Steph ordered, holding Allison's head still as she lapped at Henry's cum.

Shaking her head free from Steph's grasp Allison turned to look over her shoulder at her boyfriend, traces of Henry's semen still on her lips. Blake reached forward and held her shoulder, pulling her up straight, his cock still buried inside her as he wrapped an arm around her torso and fondled her breasts.

"God that's good," Allison whispered, "I want more though, I want..."

"What?" Blake moaned, his balls twitching as Allison ground back against him.

"I want a cock in my mouth while you fuck me."

"How about Henry?" Blake suggested, not really believing the words were coming from his mouth.

"You wouldn't mind?" Allison asked.

Blake shook his head and helped Allison lower her body back down on to her hands and knees.

Steph had clambered off Henry's exhausted cock and was lying flat on her back.

"Henry," Blake said, waiting for his friend to sit up and take notice. 

"Come here," Allison said, her mouth open as her boyfriend fucked her hard from behind.

"What is it?" Henry asked, standing, looking down and watching his friend's go at it.

"On your knees," Allison gasped.

Henry dropped down and was surprised when Allison's fingers took his hot swollen length and lifted it to her lips. She kissed his head, licking around it.

"Oh god it feels so good to be filled at both ends," she groaned, "both of you fuck me."

Blake and Henry pumped away at either end of her body, finding a steady rhythm, each thrusting in time to push Allison on to the other's cock. It didn't take long before Blake felt his orgasm rise up again, the sight of his girlfriend on her hands and knees taking it from himself and his best friend had him aching to drain his balls in to her dripping pussy.

Allison grunted and whimpered around Henry's thick pole as she sucked it for all she was worth, her pussy clung to Blake's cock, squeezing him tight as wave after wave of bliss broke, multiple orgasms rocking her body until she could barely hold herself up. Blake came first, crying out as he emptied himself in to his girlfriend.

"Oh god," she groaned as she felt the hot tide of cum swirl in to her body "yes Blake, fill my aching little fuck hole."

Henry turned Allison's head back and pushed himself back in to her mouth just in time to blast his load against the back of her throat, she gagged briefly before swallowing it down and moving her head back to take the next shot across her face.

"I want to lick her clean," Laura said, standing and watching, her sixty-nine with Amy obviously having come to a satisfactory climax.

"Where's Emily?" Amy asked, her fingers dancing on her clit as she watched Allison roll exhausted on to her back. "I bet she'd love to squirt all over her,"

"Oh god," Allison sighed, "someone please lick my clit."

"Mmm, hungry for more?" Amy grinned

"Please?" Allison begged, her fingers pressing between her lips.

Laura dropped to her knees and lowered her head to Allison's pussy, quickly burying her face in the mess of Blake's cum that covered the swollen pink folds. Amy followed Laura down, kneeling behind her and spreading her cheeks.

"Let's have a taste of your little arse then," Amy sighed as if it were a chore. She snaked her tongue out and pressed it against the tightly puckered ring.

"Which one of you boys wants her arsehole?" she asked, raising her head to look around the three watching friends.

Allison was crying out as Laura ate Blake's cum from her pussy and the sound had Blake's cock erect again already. He watched as Amy pressed a single finger through the tight opening between Laura's cheeks, Laura raising her face from Allison's pussy to look up.

"Someone fuck it," she groaned.

David stepped forward, his hand pumping his cock and angling it downwards as he lowered himself towards the up-thrust arse.

"That's it, good and deep David,"Amy purred, her hand on his thigh.

Blake, Henry and Steph had sat in the grass a short distance away and watched as Laura raised her face from Allison's pussy, the smeared cum glistening around her mouth, she grunted as David entered her, then smiled as Allison's hand pulled her head back down.

Amy made her way over to the others, turning to look as Laura cried out at David's first retreat and thrust.

"That David likes to fuck, doesn't he," she grinned at Blake and Henry. 

She sat down cross-legged beside Henry and watched the trio in action for a moment.

"So this is what all the fuss is about, is it?" she said at last, her fingertips stretching out to run up Henry's deflated length.

Henry turned away from watching and smiled sheepishly.

"I guess," he replied.

"I think it'd be a mistake for me not to take the opportunity to experience it," Amy whispered, moving up on to her knees, her hand now stroking him as he hardened in her grip.

Blake and Steph turned to watch as Amy lowered her mouth to Henry's cock and sucked it gently. Henry lay back in the grass and folded his arms behind his head. Blake grinned and turned back to watch David fucking Laura, Allison was wriggling out from under Laura and getting to her feet.

"She's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Steph asked.

"Mm-hm," Blake nodded, watching as Allison walked towards them.

"Fuck," Allison sighed, dropping to the ground beside Blake, "I'm exhausted."

"How d'you think Henry feels, I think there's a queue for his cock," Blake laughed turning to smile at her. "You've got a little bit of, uh, cum on your cheek," he added, brushing his own face.

"Where?" Allison asked trying to not grin.

"Let me," Steph said quickly, crawling over Blake's legs to get to Allison and running the flat of her tongue right up the side of her face.

Blake felt his cock twitch as Steph licked Allison's face clean, finishing with her tongue in Allison's mouth. For a moment he wanted to get up and kneel behind her, fuck her over Allison's body, but she moved away again, sitting between his legs and quickly taking his cock in her hand. Blake turned and raised an eyebrow at Allison who nodded and smiled as she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him on to his back.

Allison watched Steph blowing Blake for a while then turned to watch David and Laura again. Up on the boulder a movement caught her eye and she saw four figures appear on the edge. Hannah stood holding Melissa's hand on one side and the other girl's on the other, Dan stood beside Melissa, grinning like the cat who'd got the cream. The four of them were completely naked and were obviously talking about what they could see their friends dong below.

Allison beckoned them down, waving with her hand and smiling at the thought of what Hannah had been getting up to.



Summertime Lust Ch. 08



Melissa scrambled out of the pool and on to the boulder, water pouring on to Dan as he followed her up. As she pulled herself on to the cool, flat surface the shape of two bodies came in to view across the other side of the rock. Hannah was sitting naked on the ground, her back to Melissa and her legs apparently interlocked with another girl's, Emma or Emily or something, Melissa couldn't remember, she hadn't been paying much attention by the fire. Melissa waited for Dan to catch up and quickly took his hand to lead him over so that Hannah could see him.

As Melissa and Dan approached they heard the soft murmurs of rising pleasure, Hannah and Emily were naked, sitting facing each other, each with their left leg over the other's right thigh, grinding against one another slowly and rhythmically. Melissa cleared her throat innocently and the pair of girls both looked up, taking in the arrival of the new-comers but quickly turning back to face each other. 

Melissa pulled Dan to the ground, directing him flat on his back and straddling him, his cock was hard at the sight of his friend and Hannah obviously enjoying each others body so intimately. Melissa sat her lithe, wet body on top of his, feeling his cock firm against the tight little cleft in her butt as she ran her hands up his chest and leaned down to kiss him.

"Tell me how much you want me," she whispered in his ear.

"I want you so badly," Dan breathed, his hands on Melissa's hips, ready to guide her back and on to his cock.

"No, say it louder," Melissa said, adding a sweet smile and wondering if he was deliberately trying to annoy her.

"I want you so bad," Dan repeated loudly.

Melissa turned to look, catching Hannah and Emily as they turned back to their own coupling. Perfect, she thought, she had Hannah's attention.

"Mm, now put that big cock in me," she moaned.

She sat up, her hands still flat on Dan's chest, and lifted her pelvis a little, feeling his rigid dick rise against her lips as she went.

Dan looked up at her, the moonlight on her olive skin was mesmerising, she was truly beautiful but already she was annoying him. He guided her back, feeling her pussy slip on to the head of his cock, its tight entrance squeezing him as she ground back on it.

"Oh, that's so good Dan," she groaned loudly, turning her head to watch Hannah and Emily again.

Dan turned to look too, the other girls were apparently paying no attention to him and Melissa, they'd shuffled their bodies closer, arms around one another, fingers in hair and on shoulders, mouths pressed firmly together and knees raised. He could only imagine how good they felt so close. A hand on his face violently turned him back to face Melissa.

"Hey, I'm right here," she hissed. "I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

"Of course," Dan replied, running his hands up her flanks and brushing his thumbs over the pair of hard nipples that topped Melissa's small breasts.

"I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had," she went on.

Dan could believe Melissa was capable of doing just that, although the attempt would possibly be eased by a gag of some kind. He watched her as she turned again to look at Emily and Hannah, wondering if her obsession went further than the bet Hannah had mentioned.

*

"Ignore her, she lives for attention," Hannah whispered as she kissed her way up Emily's throat to her ear.

"And you're sure she's not gay, right?" Emily sighed, "it's just that she seems far more interested in watching us than in Dan."

"I wish she was," Hannah replied, immediately realising that it could've come out better. "Sitting on her mouth would certainly keep her quiet," she added with a giggle.

"I prefer girls with a bit more to them," Emily said, her eyes slowly dropping down to Hannah's breasts mashed up against her own. 

"Me too," Hannah moaned happily, casting her own glance down to take in the sight of the two ample pairs vying for space. Emily wasn't exactly lacking herself. "But it's something of a matter of pride for me to have Melissa. It's a long story but if I can keep her occupied until midnight she's mine for a couple of hours."

"Mm, what did you have in mind for her?" Emily asked, feeling the pleasure rising.

"I want to tie her down," Hannah replied, the wet sound of her pussy on Emily's reminding her of why she liked girls so much.

"Then what?" Emily asked, biting her lip as her breathing quickened beside Hannah's ear.

"Lick that tight little cunt until she screams for mercy."

"Fuck that's good," Emily gasped feeling Hannah graze over her clit, "I think she'd like that."

"No, no, Melissa loves to be in control, she plays the innocent but she's always in charge."

"So what next?" Emily asked, she'd moved her head back and now as she spoke her breath touched Hannah's lips and tongue, their eyes flicking up and down, dancing between each others gaze and lips.

"I have a dildo in my tent that I'm dying to fuck her with, I only wish I'd brought my strap-on with me."

"I wish you had too," Emily said, her tongue sitting eagerly behind her teeth.

"Then we could both fuck her you mean?" Hannah grinned.

"Huh? No, then you could fuck me," Emily frowned.

"Why would I need two for that?" Hannah giggled.

"What? How much did you drink?" Emily laughed her frown breaking in to a grin.

"Enough," Hannah replied, finally pressing her mouth against Emily's and letting her tongue enter her.

It felt good to be so intimate with another woman again. Sharing Allison with Blake was good and she did love the feeling of that cock stretching her open but there was something so much deeper about the kind of carnal embrace she could only share with another female body. Emily's body reacted so willingly to her touch, she'd been wet as soon as Hannah had pulled her jeans down around her knees and now, after what seemed like an age of slowly kissing their bodies together over and over with the stirrings of pleasure, a peak was just appearing over the horizon. 

Hannah followed Emily's glance over to Melissa and Dan as he penetrated her, her moan obviously exaggerated for Hannah's benefit. 

"Is she trying to make us jealous?" Emily asked.

"She's trying to make me jealous," Hannah replied with a smile.

"There's something about her that just makes me want to, I don't know, do stuff to her I suppose," Emily shrugged, a grin spreading across her face.

Hannah ground her pussy against Emily's, leaning back on her hands.

"I know," she sighed, "she just begs to be fucked, doesn't she."

"Mm," Emily smiled, nodding as she glanced back over at Melissa's tight little body.

As they watched Melissa looked back at them again, clearly enjoying the attention. She leaned down and whispered to Dan again then sat up and slowly turned around on his cock, his face a picture of ecstasy as she did. Grinding back against him briefly she reached forward and placed her hands on his legs then began riding once more, her enjoyment evident. 

"I'd love to press that pretty face in to my cunt," Emily groaned.

"I wouldn't mind tasting hers either," Hannah added.

They were both openly watching Melissa now, each picturing how she'd fit in to their love-making. She was obviously beginning to enjoy Dan more than the attention she was getting from them, she'd straightened up and then leaned backwards over his body, the firm little swells of her breasts thrust up, shaking as he thrust up in to her. Her lips stretched around his shaft as it disappeared inside her. Hannah slipped her hand down between the soaking press of her lips on Emily's, wriggling her fingers back and forth for them both to enjoy.

"Oh, that's so good," Emily groaned, turning to smile at Hannah quickly.

"You should feel what I can do with my tongue," Hannah replied bluntly.

Dan slid his hands up Melissa's body, covering her breasts and pulling at her nipples as he pulled her down to lay flat on his chest. His cock still buried in her pussy, he arched his back to continue fucking her. Hannah stared at Melissa's lips squeezed tightly around Dan, meeting again above it's intrusion and curving up to her perfect mound, God she wanted to kneel down there and lick it, tease Melissa's clit with the tip of her tongue until she felt the urgent push of a hand on the back of her head. She'd push her tongue inside, happily sharing that pussy with Dan's cock. 

Melissa's eyes were closed, her back arched against Dan's chest, his hands holding her thighs apart, her arms reaching up above their heads. Hannah felt the roar of her lust take over, a sudden grip on her need, her fingers darting back and forth and the proximity of Emily's body pushing her over the edge.

"I want to do something bad," she moaned quietly to Emily, "something I shouldn't."

"I think I know what you mean," Emily replied, her eyes glinting as they pulled away from Hannah's to glimpse back at Melissa.

They disengaged their reluctant bodies, their juices smeared across their thighs and the immediacy of their lust grudgingly shifting down a gear. Silently they got to their feet and tip-toed across to where Dan and Melissa lay. Melissa's eyes were closed, her mouth open a fraction as she enjoyed Dan's cock, her flawless body stretched out on top of his, every curve and muscle highlighted by the moon, shimmering as they slowly dried.

Dan stared up at them, a frown suddenly appearing on his face and cracking in to a smile as Emily put a finger to her lips. Hannah motioned for Dan to get a tighter grip on Melissa and he slowly curled his legs around hers then reached up to do the same with his arms, casually locking Melissa's body firmly in to his grasp.

"That's so good," Melissa moaned, tipping her head back as Dan kissed the back of her shoulder.

"You're so tight," Dan whispered in her ear.

Emily watched as Hannah moved carefully in to position between Dan and Melissa's legs, kneeling on all-fours, her face closing in on the epicentre of their union. They were so wet, her lips and his cock drenched, a sucking noise every time he withdrew followed by a wet slap of her arse against his body as she bounced on his re-entry. Hannah inhaled deeply, wishing she could bathe in the smell alone. She lowered her head, easing her mouth closer so that each of Dan's thrusts brought Melissa's clitoris within licking distance. There it was, that little bud, exposed, erect, positively begging to be tongued. She looked up at Emily, standing at the side of the writhing bodies, her legs apart as she gently ran a single finger up and down over her lips.

"Do it," Emily mouthed with a grin.

Hannah winked and turned back, licking her lips before dropping them down and closing them on Melissa's clit, she quickly dragged her tongue up over it, bringing the tip up to dance around it.

"What the fuck?" Melissa gasped, her eyes immediately open as she tried to sit up and look down the length of her stretched body. 

Dan's grip prevented her from seeing more than the top of Hannah's head as it moved fractionally up and down with her mouth. Melissa turned and looked up at Emily instead, the need for silence gone she'd begun plunging two fingers between her dripping lips, a wet slurp accompanying each movement.

"Fuck, get off me, let me go!" Melissa shouted, wriggling in Dan's arms and failing to loosen his grip.

Emily giggled as she straddled the restrained body, lowering herself on to Melissa's taut stomach, feeling the caress of Melissa's smooth skin against her wet lips. Melissa tried to thrash her arms and legs free but her struggle was completely hopeless against Dan's grip. He smiled up over her shoulder, watching as Emily clearly enjoyed her position of power over the smaller, bossy girl.

"I bet you'd love me to slide up and sit on your face, wouldn't you?" Emily asked, running one hand up Melissa's body, her fingers wet from her pussy. 

"Get off me," Melissa growled, her struggle subsiding as she realised it was futile.

Emily slipped two fingers either side of one of Melissa's nipples and pinched it between her knuckles, pulling at it as she groped the firm mound of her breast. 

"Oh come on," Emily sighed happily, "I bet you'd love the taste of pussy if you gave it a try." She pushed her hand further up Melissa's body, her wet fingers snaking up her throat as Melissa turned her head sharply aside.

Beneath her Dan continued to push up with his hips, slipping himself in to Melissa's tight body, feeling that despite what her mouth was saying, her pussy was still enjoying itself. He looked up at Emily, groping one of her tits with her free hand, her own pussy juice smeared around the nipple. Emily had always been off limits to him, the only one of the girls who'd been categorically uninterested in him. Sure they were friends but the friendship he shared with the rest of the girls had come with certain unspoken agreements. He'd occasionally seen her kissing Amy or Laura or Steph, but that was as much as he was permitted to witness and never in such a state of abandon as she was currently enjoying. 

Emily slipped her fingers back down between Melissa's breasts and back to her pussy pressing against Melissa's body, raising herself a fraction of an inch to dip her fingers back in, coat them in her plentiful juices and lift them up, aiming straight for Melissa's mouth. Melissa grunted and turned her head aside. Laughing Emily grabbed at the girl's cheeks and held her still while she rubbed her fingers over Melissa's lips. 

"Mmm, I taste so good," Emily groaned enthusiastically, sliding her fingers in to her mouth, "why don't you lick your lips and tell me what you think?"

Melissa scowled up at Emily, her lips firmly shut.

"Well we shouldn't let it go to waste," Emily replied with a grin, grabbing her cheeks once more and holding her still while she licked her juice from Melissa's lips.

Melissa tried to struggle in the tight confines of Dan and Emily's grip but it was impossible. Her body was betraying her, her pussy submitting to Dan's cock as he continued to fuck her, her arousal slowly ascending as Hannah licked at her clit and finally Emily's tongue tracing around her mouth, its soft, gentle tip begging her to reciprocate. She couldn't though, she couldn't let someone else, other people, dictate how things went, that's just not who she was. Her mind traitorously flicked back to her submission to Henry in her tent, how she'd loved being used by him, she told herself that that had been different, that this was non-consensual. But god it felt good. Emily was teasing a nipple now as she caressed Melissa's throat with her tongue.

Emily sat back up, two fingers rubbing her own clitoris as she smiled down at Melissa's firm little body.

"Mmm, the things I'd like to do with you," she groaned. "Does she taste good?" she asked, turning to look over her shoulder at Hannah.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Hannah replied, raising her head briefly.

Emily got to her feet and turned then lowered herself back down, leaning forward and dropping her face to Melissa's pussy. She watched as Hannah lapped at the tight coupling of Melissa and Dan's bodies, following Dan's thick shaft as it curved up in to Melissa's hot cunt. Hannah's eyes flicked up and met Emily's sharing a wicked grin before they both moved their heads to kiss.

"Mmm, she is good," Emily whispered. Then, raising her head and turning it she went on, "Melissa, feel free to have a taste of me back there."

Melissa didn't respond, she stared ahead at Emily's pussy, dripping wet and on display in front of her. She could hear Dan grunting and panting in her ear as he too obviously got an eyeful of his friend. As she watched she felt Hannah's tongue return to pleasure her, followed by Emily's, fuck it felt good, triple attention on her aching little pussy.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her brain demanding to know where the words had come from as she immediately regretted them.

No one seemed to have noticed, at least no one was saying anything, she would have, she would've jumped on the opportunity to point out how it proved she was enjoying herself.

"I'm going to cum," Dan groaned, breaking the already fragile flow of her thoughts.

Emily sat up at once and turned around to face Melissa again.

"You taste so good," Emily purred, stroking Melissa's cheek and noticing how she didn't try to turn aside. "I could lick your sweet pussy all night," she said, her eyes gleaming.

"Kiss me," Melissa said, her brain catching up a few seconds later.

"With pleasure," Emily whispered as she lowered herself until her mouth was hovering about Melissa's. 

Melissa's eyes flicked down from Emily's, looking at her lips, still moist, soft and round, parted a fraction, her tongue waiting expectantly behind them. She realised she'd parted her own, Emily's breath warm as it came in short waves, Emily moved closer, agonisingly slowly, her eyes locking on Melissa's until the moment they made contact. Emily gently pressed her tongue forward, closing her eyes with bliss, finding Melissa's coming the other way, pushing hers back and quickly invading her mouth. Emily mumbled and moaned as Melissa drew her deeper and deeper in to the kiss, wishing the girl's hands were free to hold her body, run down her back and pull her firmly in to the embrace.

Dan watched over Melissa's shoulder, the two mouths locked together, their tongues swirling and twisting around one another as Emily murmured her lust. He realised that Hannah's mouth had disappeared from his cock buried in Melissa but it had little effect on the surge of his climax. His short, shallow thrusts were grazing the underside of his head inside Melissa's pussy, tormenting him unbelievably until his body surrendered, freezing and locking at the pinnacle of one little thrust and emptying. He grunted with the effort, feeling his hot seed flood the girl's body as she lay on top of him.

Emily felt the sudden release of tension in Dan's body, his grip on Melissa noticeably loosening. Melissa hadn't moved though, she remained there, returning the kiss, sharing the taste of both their bodies as it lingered on their lips. Emily wriggled her butt backwards, Hannah had moved her mouth up and was feasting on her swollen and soaking pussy, she knew it wouldn't be long now, she was going to surprise everyone, hopefully. She felt Hannah's hand slide up the back of her thigh and on to her arse, one finger easing between her spread cheeks. Hannah's tongue continued to probe between her lips, lapping at them, obviously enjoying the sweet nectar that was flowing freely. Her finger brushed lightly over Emily's puckered arsehole, sending a shiver through Emily's body, that was something she'd never done before and she wasn't sure she wanted to try now. She moved her hips forward, away from Hannah, and sat up, leaving Melissa's mouth behind as it grinned up at her.

"I'm going to cum," she sighed happily.

Hannah moved back a little, realising that she might've gone too far by teasing Emily's arse. Emily didn't seem annoyed though, she'd simply moved out of reach. Hannah looked down at Melissa's pussy again, still clinging firmly to Dan's cock, Dan apparently still hard inside her, his cum oozing out around his shaft and coating her lips and his balls. She lowered her head and began licking at the warm, sticky mess, remembering how Blake had reacted to having his balls sucked she quietly wrapping her lips around Dan's while she ran the tip of one finger around Melissa's clit. She gazed up at Emily as she got to her feet above Melissa's body, towering above the rest of them, turning to look back at Hannah briefly, winking with a grin as her fingers frantically shot up and down on her clitoris.

Melissa was squirming on top of Dan's body, obviously still enjoying his cock and now the added pleasure of Hannah's finger. Dan too was groaning, his hips beginning to move again, slowly pumping his length back and forth in to Melissa's body as Hannah bathed his balls with her tongue. Melissa stared up at Emily's dripping wet pussy, wondering if it'd be so bad to taste it, the juice lingering around her mouth from where Emily had smeared it had tasted good, now as she looked up she could see it coated the tops of Emily's thighs, God the girl was so wet. She was panting and moaning too, obviously close to coming as she stood above the writhing sweaty bodies of the other three.




Summertime Lust Ch. 08



Emily looked down, meeting Melissa's gaze briefly, her open mouth and eyes full of hunger telling Emily that Dan's cock and Hannah's finger were about to push her over the edge. Emily was there too, she could feel her orgasm rolling and boiling to a head like a vast storm cloud inside her, the summer breeze felt cool on her soaked thighs. She wondered how they'd react, would it be too much for Melissa? Would Hannah enjoy it? She was sure Dan was already having the time of his life, she'd been trying to avoid catching his eye, his presence there was something to be ignored, it was the two girls she was fucking- oh God!

"I'm cumming," she gasped, her face turned up to the star-strewn sky, her fingers still frantic on her lips and clit.

Melissa, panting as her own climax neared, looked up, feeling a drop of rain and wondering where it'd come from. Then another as she watched Emily, the moonlight catching the drops as they flew from her pussy, scattered by the movement of her hand.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Emily whimpered, "oh God oh fuck."

Melissa was mesmerised by the sight, Emily's juice flicking down on to her body, occasionally a drop catching her cheek or tongue. Hannah too had stopped, raised her head and was enjoying the sight. 

"Uh- oh shit, here it comes, I'm, uh-"

Hannah stared as the drops of Emily's falling juice became a sudden surge, squirting from her pussy down and splashing on to Melissa's tight little figure. It was over quickly, leaving Emily standing with buckled knees, her finger still stroking her aching clit, another little spurt coming as Hannah watched.

"What the fuck-" Melissa gasped, grinning, Dan's pace increasing inside her.

"So hot," Hannah added, looking up at Emily before turning back to Melissa's body and crawling over it.

"Oh God, lick me clean," Melissa groaned as Hannah lapped at the thick sheen of Emily's expelled juices.

Hannah ran her tongue up Melissa's body, from her clit over her taut stomach, up between the the firm mounds of her tits to her throat.

"L-let me taste?" Melissa said quietly as Hannah's face rose from her body.

Hannah smiled and dipped her head back down to Melissa's breast, savouring the sensation of swirling her tongue around Melissa's erect nipple as the girl groaned beneath her. She rose back up, a thick coating of Emily's cum on her tongue, then lowered her mouth to Melissa's, their eyes staring in to each other as their lips pressed together to share the delicious nectar. She was vaguely aware of Emily moving above her, then appearing at her side, her hand turning Hannah's head to her own and drawing her in to a kiss.

"Both of you, lick me clean," Melissa groaned, "please?" she begged as the two girls turned to look at her.

Hannah and Emily took their time lapping at Melissa's body, both sucking on her nipples at once while she held their heads against her body. Then Hannah headed lower, teasing Melissa's clitoris again and tracing the tight line of her lips as they stretched around Dan's shaft. Emily licked every trace of her own juice off Melissa's breasts, repeatedly bringing her mouth up to Melissa's and enjoying a long, slow kiss as Melissa hungrily sucked her tongue clean.

Emily sat back on her haunches, one hand still on Melissa's body, smiling at the new convert before looking down to Hannah who was once more sucking on Dan's balls. 

Melissa was panting with each of Dan's hard little thrusts, moaning with the effort of his intrusion in to her body. She was too exhausted to do anything else, she could feel her orgasm swell up again, another small peak in her bliss came and went with an all too brief tensing of her body on his and against Hannah's finger.

"Lick my clit," she moaned, her hand reaching across to Emily's shoulder.

Emily turned to look at Hannah, her head dipped between Dan and Melissa's legs, then shuffled closer, her eyes focusing on Dan's cock stretching Melissa's pretty little pussy open, she felt her stomach turn at the thought of it. She turned back to Melissa, ready to make an excuse. 

Hannah glanced up and caught Emily's hesitant expression. Taking Dan's cock in her hand she pulled it with a slurp from Melissa's gushing pussy, immediately dropping her mouth down on to it and savouring every inch of it. Her eyes stayed locked on Emily who mouthed a thank you as she lowered her head briefly to tease Melissa before pulling her to her feet.

"I think Hannah wants a ride on Dan now," Emily said softly as she led Melissa a few feet away.

They turned to watch as Hannah crawled up Dan's body, her mouth lowering to his with a grin as his hands ran up her thighs to cup her arse and pull her down.

"Come," Emily smiled, "I want you to wriggle on my mouth."

She pulled Melissa to the ground, lying flat on the rock, reaching across for her bundled jeans to use as a pillow and nodding as Melissa stepped over her torso and looked down as she sunk in to a crouch. 

"That's it," Emily purred, "on your knees, and lower."

Melissa was on her hands and knees above Emily's body, dropping her pussy down and immediately feeling Emily's breath dance over her swollen and aching lips.

Emily stared up, Melissa's lips right there, almost within reach, would she reciprocate and drop her mouth down, make Emily her first? Melissa's lips were still coated with Dan's cum and Emily fought against her reluctance to taste it, but she knew she'd never get Melissa to go down unless she was willing to make the first move. 

Emily took a deep breath, ready to reach up and pull Melissa's firm little arse down, her hands on the sticky skin of her thighs. Then without warning Melissa descended, grinding her hot, swollen pussy against Emily's mouth, massaging her own juices and Dan's cum on to Emily's tongue with a deeply satisfied groan.

Emily tunnelled her tongue in to the sweet hole above her, loving how Melissa squirmed around her, her pussy contracting and convulsing to her touch.

"Oh god that's so good," Melissa whimpered, her fingers clutching Emily's thighs tightly and her head dropping.

"Lick me," Emily gasped, lifting Melissa's body off her face briefly, "please?"

She trailed her tongue over Melissa's lips, teasing her.

Melissa stared down, her eyes vacant as the rest of her mind dealt with the sudden absence of Emily's tongue from her pussy.

"Lick me," Emily repeated, her breath begging its way over Melissa's clitoris.

Melissa planted her mouth on Emily's pussy, the humid scent drawing her in.

"Oh Melissa," Emil sighed, "eat me. Fuck that's good."

Spurred on Melissa gave an experimental lick, eliciting an exaggerated cry of pleasure from Emily. She licked again, dragging her tongue over Emily's clit and burying it between her lips. Behind her Emily dove back in, making a feast of Melissa's pussy, ignoring the taste of Dan as she tugged at her lips and teased her.

Hannah sat atop Dan's exhausted body, slowly rocking back and forth on him, his hands fondling her breasts. She looked over at the girls in their sixty-nine, envying Emily for getting Melissa's mouth between her thighs first but grinning at the sight of Melissa performing so willingly.

"Looks like she's enjoying Emily's cunt," Hannah hissed as she turned back and saw Dan watching.

Dan didn't reply, he just looked up at Hannah and squeezed her breasts a little harder, groaning as she ground down determinedly in response.

"Why don't you fill me so Melissa can enjoy mine too?" Hannah sighed.

She leaned down, kissing Dan along his jawline and to his throat then up to his ear. Her hands found his and pushed them down her flanks to her hips. In her position her butt was pushed back, her cheeks spread and the nocturnal breeze cooling and teasing her exposed arsehole. Looking across at Emily licking at Melissa's pussy that'd so recently been filled by Dan's cock, and Melissa burying her face in her first pussy, Hannah sighed and realised that it wasn't the night to be hesitant about her desires. Easing herself forward a little she pushed one of Dan's hands further back, curling her fingers around his until just one probed between her butt cheeks.

"I want you to put your finger in my arse," she whispered, her teeth closing around his earlobe as she moaned softly.

Dan swelled inside Hannah's pussy at her request, his finger inching closer at once and finding the tight ring of muscle.

Hannah pulled his hand back up her body, directing his finger to her mouth, sucking it long and slow, leaving it heavily coated in her saliva and smiling as she released it for him to send it back down to her arse. 

"I love having it in my arse," she whispered, "Allison usually puts her fingers in me to open me up before sticking her tongue up there."

"Oh god," Dan groaned, feeling Hannah's puckered hole ease open before his finger, her pussy clamping tight around his cock at the same time.

Hannah grinned as he obviously enjoyed the picture she was painting for him.

"I had my first cock in there today, Allison's boyfriend, Blake. God it was amazing, he fucked me in the shower while she watched." Hannah squirmed at the thought of how it'd felt, hoping it was something she'd get to do again soon.

"Jesus," Dan gasped, his body thrusting involuntarily as his manhood seemed to defy the realms of possibility and swell even more.

"What I'd really like," Hannah whispered, wriggling back as Dan buried his single digit deeper in to her, "is a cock in both holes. You think you could help me with that?"

Hannah didn't wait for a reply, she lowered her face and licked the firm curve of Dan's throat, down to his shoulder, her big breasts mashing against his chest as she pushed down harder on top of him.

"Which hole is it you'd like to have?" she panted, jerking her body on his cock and finger. "Hmm? How'd you like to have my arse?"

She grinned down at the expression on Dan's face, obviously he was enjoying the things she was saying, his cock thumping up in to her as they bounced in unison. It felt good too, saying what it was she wanted, not caring about what he thought of her for it.

"OK," Dan grunted, fighting back his orgasm.

Hannah flicked her eyes back from Melissa and Emily as Dan spoke, unsure of what it was he'd said. Before she could figure it out he rolled her off and on to her back beside Emily, pinning her down beneath his body.

"What-" Hannah began, gasping as Dan pulled himself from her body leaving her lips swollen and drenched.

"Lift your legs," he ordered, pushing her thighs up and spreading them apart.

Hannah caught on quickly as Dan moved back in closer. His throbbing head bobbing as he slipped it back and forth between the messy wet folds of her labia, grazing it over her clit and then pulling back and down, bumping against her arsehole. His eyes flicked up for a fraction of a second, catching hers and seeming to ask for final clearance. 

Hannah gulped, unsure of what she was about to do, or rather what it was she about to let be done to her, but it'd felt so good when Blake had been in there, but was that just because it was Blake and Allison? All of her determination and enthusiasm was suddenly washed away, leaving just the remnants of her hesitation and anxiety. She nodded slowly, biting her lip and bracing herself as she felt Dan push forward, his hard round head feeling so good as it slipped and skidded against her little closed bud. She pushed back, trying to relax and begging her body to open up. 

Dan danced his head back up, Hannah's lips caressing him once more before he pushed back at her arse. He felt her slowly open, her whimper reminding him to be gentle. He looked up from his cock and saw her head tipped back, her mouth open as he penetrated her.

"Damnit you're tight," he groaned, feeling her sphincter finally stretch open around his head.

"Please," Hannah gasped quietly, "please don't stop."

Dan continued to push, pausing momentarily every time Hannah gasped.

"It feels so good," she said, "oh god Dan, go on, put it deep in my tight arsehole."

"You like it?" Dan asked, wanting to hear Hannah talk dirty.

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, grunting again as he entered her further.

"You like my cock in your tight fuck hole?" he hissed, shifting his weight and leaning further forward over Hannah's body.

"God yes, please," Hannah cried, arching her back and trying to open up fully to him. She stretched her arms above her head, every muscle of her body trying to pull him deeper in. She cried out as he began to withdraw, her arsehole clinging tight around his shaft, then feeling him push back in, opening her up once again.

"Oh god, fuck that's good, fuck me," she moaned, her eyes wide open and staring down her body to Dan's.

Dan grunted, thrusting himself the last few inches before gasping.

"Uh, uh oh-fuck," he hissed to himself, "uh, uh, uh oh god!"

Hannah felt the torrent deep inside her body, and the sudden disappearance of Dan's tension. He pulled back a little way, his body nearly falling as he held himself above her on his arms.

"Sorry," he panted, grimacing as he pulled the bulbous head of his cock back out through her tight ring.

Hannah smiled up, feeling bad for the guilt evident on his face.

"That was good," she whispered reassuringly. 

Dan managed to roll on to his back beside her, his cock slowly deflating as it hung against his upper thigh, red and drenched in his own cum. Hannah tried to move, very aware of how open arsehole was, fuck, and how much it ached as she got to her knees. 

Melissa and Emily had apparently concluded their business without Hannah noticing and were now sitting face-to-face, legs interlocked and slowly kissing. They looked up as Hannah got unsteadily to her feet, trying to stretch out her joints after lying on the hard boulder.

"How was it?" Hannah asked, smiling as she noticed Melissa's hand casually cupping one of Emily's breasts.

"Amazing," Emily replied, "she's a natural."

Melissa smiled and kissed down Emily's neck to her shoulder.

"Did Dan just put it up your butt?" Emily asked, turning to share another kiss with Melissa.

"Mm-hmm," Hannah nodded, wincing as she took a step.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Emily went on, giggling.

"Trust me, it feels so good," Melissa whispered to her.

"You've done it too?" Emily asked, turning back to her new lover.

"Oh yes," Melissa nodded happily. "You feeling sore?" she asked, giving Hannah a look of genuine concern.

"Only a little,"Hannah replied, "I'll be fine."

"I usually make them lick it better," Melissa laughed quietly.

The three girls all turned to look at Dan, lying flat on his back with one arm folded across his face.

"Ha, no stamina," Emily chuckled.

Melissa untangled herself from Emily's legs and got to her feet, taking Hannah's hand.

"Why don't you let me then?" she asked, turning Hannah around before slowly dropping down to her knees and spreading Hannah's cheeks with her fingers.

Hannah turned and stared down wide-eyed at Melissa.

"What?" Melissa laughed.

"Oh god, I'm not turning that offer down," Hannah grinned, getting down on her hands and knees and presenting her hole to Melissa, wondering where Melissa's sense of charity had suddenly come from.

Melissa gently lapped around Hannah's aching ring, cleaning off the trickle of Dan's cum and then easing her tongue inside.

"Fuck me that feels good," Hannah moaned, her arousal flickering back to life.

"What else are friends for?" Melissa laughed.

Hannah raised her head and turned to look at Emily still seated on the rock a few feet away.

"She's good, isn't she?" Emily hissed, crawling closer and kissing Hannah quickly.

"I can't believe she's- oh god Melissa!" Hannah's knees nearly buckled as Melissa slithered her tongue impossibly deep, teasing her arse with surprisingly dexterous flicks. "God, she's going to make me cum so- fuck fuck fuck." Hannah's mouth hung open.

"Maybe I should give anal a try," Emily giggled.

"I can't believe she's never done this before," Hannah panted.

Melissa drew her tongue back, teasing Hannah's ring once more, slipping two fingers up and between her dripping lips and smiling to herself as Hannah dropped her head and let out a guttural groan of pleasure. God it felt good to make another girl cum so hard. Boys were easy, she'd known that for ages, why she'd never seriously considered giving girls a try was beyond her, it was a whole new game to play and by the sound of it she was winning. She drove her tongue deep in to Hannah's arsehole again, her fingertips stroking Hannah's clit as she bucked and writhed.

Hannah lowered her upper body, desperate to invite Melissa even deeper, it felt unbelievable, that tongue, those fingers, the carelessness of letting someone do that to her in front of relative strangers, and all of it delivered by Melissa. She couldn't wait to get Melissa in to a proper bed, thank her fully for everything she was doing and more importantly get an opportunity to explore her divine body.

Melissa raised her head as Hannah looked back at her, hunger and abandon painted across her face.

"Make me cum Lissa, please?" Hannah begged. She just needed a little more to push her over the edge, Melissa had her on the brink, like an entire storm ready to hit as a single violent downpour.

Melissa circled Hannah's arsehole with her tongue, pressing her thumb up in to Hannah's pussy and stroking her g-spot as her fingers ran back and forth over her clit. Her eyes caught Dan sitting up and watching, she loved an audience, she winked at him and plunged her tongue back in to Hannah, holding her still with one hand on the base of her spine as she cried out, writhing uncontrollably as the downpour finally came, obliterating the dam, Hannah's thighs vibrating as if an earthquake were hitting, it's epicentre her convulsing pussy.

"Uh, your cunt feels so good on my thumb," Melissa gasped as it clutched her digit, she hadn't realised how good it'd feel to make Hannah cum, she felt her own pussy twitching as her friend came to her touch. 

"Oh god, please, no more," Hannah begged, "please, stop."

Melissa grinned and pulled her tongue back, then rammed it back in.

"Uh, uh fuck, Melissa, please, I can't-"

Melissa felt Hannah's body tense again.

"You love it in you dirty fuck hole, don't you?" Melissa groaned, stroking her own clit.

"Mm-hmm," Hannah nodded.

"Say my name," Melissa ordered, "tell me how good I am."

"Please Melissa, please, you're the best- uh, fuck- please?" Hannah panted, looking back over her shoulder.

Melissa pulled her hand away from Hannah's pussy, withdrawing her tongue and giving a final wide lick up the length of Melissa's arse crack. She moved back and got to her feet, watching as Hannah collapsed in to Emily's arms.

"Jesus," Hannah said, gasping down the sweet summer air, "that was-" she closed her eyes and lay flat on the boulder.

"I think she enjoyed it," Emily smiled, taking Melissa's hand as she sat down beside her.

The four sat on the boulder, Hannah slowly recovering, as they listened to the water gurgling down in to the pool below and the somewhat muffled grunts and cries of the rest of their friends as they too evidently fucked each other.

Dan was the first to move, getting to his feet and walking to the edge of the boulder to look down at the others below, watching as Laura lowered her head to another girls pussy and one of the other guys fucked her. A little way away Amy was kneeling, sucking a cock as the others sat and watched, all obviously relaxing in a post-coital glow.

"What's going on?" Hannah asked, suddenly wanting to feel Allison's body pressed against her own again.

"Come and see," Dan replied.

The three girls got uneasily to their feet, helping one another up and sauntering over to stand along the edge of the boulder.




Summertime Lust Ch. 08



*

Allison watched as Hannah turned and spoke to the others standing beside her on the boulder, the way Melissa smiled as she replied looked as if she and Hannah had forged a new friendship. Without another word shared between them the four friends leapt from the boulder in to the pool, David turning from his position behind Laura's body to watch. As they clambered out on to the bank Amy lifted her head from Henry's cock and grinned at the new arrivals.

"What've you lot been up to?" Allison scolded in mock anger.

"Pretty much the same as you by the looks of it," Hannah replied, ruffling David's hair as she strolled past him.

Steph looked up from Blake's cock, licking her lips as she got to her feet. Amy wasn't far behind her, leaving Henry in a state of complete satisfaction.

"I need another drink," Amy declared, her finger wiping a smear of Henry's cum from her cheek in to her mouth.

"Why don't we head back to the fire then," Allison suggested, reaching a hand up for Hannah to pull her to her feet.

"I think David and Laura have some unfinished business," Blake laughed as the group turned to look at David ploughing away between Laura's arse cheeks. Laura raised her head, her mouth hanging open as she stared back at her audience watching her get fucked.

"Uh, oh fuck, go on up," she panted, "he's not going anywhere until he's made me cum."

The group clambered back up on to the boulder and pulled on what clothing they'd shed their, Amy standing naked, grinning as she watched them. Finally dressed they climbed over the fence and wandered back towards the dim orange glow of the remains of their fire. The wet slap of skin on skin, the grunt of David's thrusts and the steady moan of Laura's slowly mounting pleasure faded as they reached the fire circle. They all sat down except Amy who disappeared briefly to fetch her clothes from David's tent. As she returned she looked around the circle.

"Sit here," Allison said, patting her log as she vacated it. She moved across and sat on Blake's lap.

Amy sat down and accepted a beer as it was passed to her. The group fell in to happy, idle chatter, Allison particularly interested to hear Hannah recount Melissa's lesbian exploits. Allison looked across to where Melissa sat close to Emily, the pair talking quietly between themselves. An idea struck her and as Hannah turned to talk to the others Allison whispered in Blake's ear then slipped off his lap and walked quickly around the fire to Melissa and Emily, stooping to collect another beer on the way. She knelt beside the pair of girls, Blake watching her smile, placing a hand on Emily's knee and nodding in his direction. Melissa turned and smiled at Blake, he recognised that smile, it meant trouble. Melissa turned back and spoke briefly to Emily who shrugged and nodded albeit reluctantly, watching as Melissa followed Allison back.

"I think Emily wanted a chat," Melissa said to Amy, giving her a wink as she got to her feet.

Allison sat on the log as Amy left and Melissa slipped her graceful form on to Blake's lap, sitting with her back to his chest, immediately feeling his hands on the bare skin under her short dress. Melissa grinned, taking a swig of beer as she watched Hannah chatting away to Steph, Henry and Dan. Behind Melissa Allison reached down to Blake's crotch, unzipping his fly. Melissa scooted forward on to Blake's knees, allowing Allison to pull his cock from the tight confines of his jeans, feeling it's warm girth already swelling in her hand. 

Melissa turned and looked over her shoulder, giggling as Allison lowered her head and took Blake in her mouth.

"Mm, get him good and wet for me," Melissa hissed.

"He's ready," Allison replied quickly, straightening up and looking across the fire to see if Hannah had noticed what was going on.

Melissa bent forward, placing her bottle of beer on the ground, her short dress rising up and exposing her bare arse, Blake's fingers sliding up to her hips, lifting her a fraction and sliding her back, feeling the wet heat of her lips engulf the head of his cock as she suddenly jolted her hips back hard.

"Oh fuck," Blake gasped, Melissa's hot little pussy closing tight around him as it had done before.

"Good?" Allison asked, her hand on Melissa's thigh as she watched the pair gradually find a rhythm.

"You wouldn't believe it," Blake grunted.

"I want you to lick me clean when he's cum in me," Melissa hissed as she turned to look at Allison, "Emily prefers my cunt to be nice and clean for her."

Blake ran his hands up Melissa's flanks, bringing them up to cup her pert little breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, then pulling her dress down to expose her to anyone who cared to look. Allison gazed around the group and saw Henry watching, he turned and spoke to the others he was with and they all turned to look, each of them grinning as they watched the action begin once more. Allison caught Hannah's eye and saw the happy expression drop from her face as the implications of what she was witnessing suddenly hit her.

Allison looked up and saw the huge grin plastered across Melissa's face, she couldn't help but share Melissa's mischievous sense of joy, it only seemed fair after what Hannah had told her.

"Your boyfriend's cock is amazing," Melissa sighed as she saw Allison's grin.

"Thank you," Allison replied, "I'm pleased he could be of service."

"Why don't you come and kiss me?" Melissa continued.

Allison didn't need a second invitation, the beer helped her to ignore the voice telling her to consider Hannah's feelings as she stood and straddled Melissa, their mouths finding one another immediately.

Melissa smiled, a flicker of her old self loving that Hannah was watching her there, winning the bet and getting Allison in to the bargain. Allison was Hannah's as much as was possible and now Melissa had taken her, the old her would've crowed proudly at her accomplishment but the new her just loved the sensation of being sandwiched between her two friends. She pushed a hand under Allison's top, her fingers closing around the large firm orb of Allison's breast and massaging it as their tongues slithered around each other.

Allison sighed happily as she pulled her top off over her head and guided Melissa's mouth down to suck on her breasts. Melissa sucked and licked, all the time feeling Blake's cock throb inside her pussy as he watched her and his girlfriend together. Allison leaned over to kiss Blake, Melissa's mouth finding Allison's shoulder and kissing it softly as she watched Hannah walk nonchalantly around the fire to them.

"It's only eleven-thirty," Melissa groaned softly, rocking back on Blake's cock.

Allison looked up.

"It seemed fair, after all you already got what you would've if you'd won the bet," she hissed to her friend.

"Don't be annoyed," Melissa said, worried for the first time that she might've ruined a relationship, "you'll still get me, but now you're going to have to have Henry too."

Hannah turned and looked back at Henry sitting with Steph and Dan, the three of them chatting happily. Turning back she couldn't help a worried smile from spreading across her face.

"Oh god that's going to be a struggle, isn't it?" she winced.

Melissa laughed and nodded, her hands clutching Blake's as he continued to knead her breasts.

"I tell you what," Allison said, "we won't say anything about it until these guys have gone, I guess you'd rather have as small an audience as possible, right?"

"Thank you," Hannah replied nodding.

Allison looked up at her friend and smiled, feeling bad for her pivotal role in Hannah losing the bet.

"Come on," she said, clambering off Melissa. "If we're not on guard duty any more we can go and have some fun of our own." She took Hannah's hand.

"What did you have in mind?" Hannah asked. "Oh..." 

Allison led Hannah across to the nearest tent, leading her in to it and closing the flap behind them.

Melissa turned to watch them go, a part of her annoyed that Hannah had taken defeat so well, another, new part, feeling happy that her friend was happy. She pulled herself off Blake, her hand on his shoulder as she turned and slipped straight back on to him.

"You like that Allison and Hannah fuck each other, don't you?" she sighed as his length filled her once more.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" Melissa smiled, rolling her eyes as she sensed the urgency in his voice. 

"Mm-hmm," Blake nodded.

"Well whose going to clean me up now your girlfriend has gone?" Melissa groaned, pulling Blake to her chest by a fistful of his hair. "You going to eat your cum from me, huh?"

Blake tried to ease Melissa up and off his body, every inch of his cock protesting as she ground down hard on him.

"You know, I've had every guy here, you've all fucked me, you've all sprayed your hot, creamy cum in my innocent little cunt. I bet you can still taste them all." She laughed as she lifted her legs off the ground and wrapped them tightly around Blake's waist, pulling herself harder on to him.

"Fuck, you guys never stop." It was David, approaching the fire, naked, a half-dressed Laura holding his hand and looking exhausted.

Blake watched him pull Laura around the fire to pluck two bottle of beer from the crate, the flickering orange glow illuminating him, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Melissa riding hard on Blake's cock. Blake noticed the wind blowing David's hair and realised for the first time that the sky had become overcast.

"Wanna swap?" David asked, nodding at Melissa and ushering Laura forward.

"He's going to fill me, then he gets to lick it all out again," Melissa cried, grinning wildly back at Blake as he struggled in her vice-like grip.

"Oh, lucky boy," David laughed.

Blake caught Laura's eyes widen and glint at the mention of him licking his own cum from Melissa and wondered what she had in store for David if they spent the night together. She smiled at him knowingly.

"Well, we're going to my tent then," David announced, "it's about to rain."

Laura gave Blake another smile as she was led away.

"You heard what he said," Blake growled, "we should stop and get inside before it rains."

"Not a chance," Melissa laughed.

Blake felt a drop fall on the back of his neck, then another. Looking past Melissa he saw Henry Steph and Dan looking up, the other side of the fire Amy and Emily were sitting together, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. Another drop fell, and another, big fat summer raindrops.

"We'll get soaked," Blake said.

"I will, but you're going to clean me up, remember," Melissa hissed, licking up to his ear.

The rain began to fall harder, the three sitting chatting jumped to their feet and headed for the tents, there was an almighty flash and an immediate roll of thunder that seemed to shake the ground. Emily and Amy also stopped and ran laughing for cover.

"Come on," Blake shouted as the wind tore at Melissa's hair and the rain drenched her skin.

She pulled her dress off over her head, the rain glistening on her flawless complexion as she rode Blake harder and harder.

"Fuck me," she demanded, leaning back.

"You're insane," Blake grunted, taking her hips and jerking her body up and down on his aching length.

Another flash of lightning and another crash of thunder came.

"Fuck!" Melissa cried out, "come on Blake, fuck my tight little cunt, fuck me like a bad girl."

Blake leaned down and sucked hard on Melissa's erect nipples, biting them and rolling them between his tongue and teeth. Melissa pulled him back up by his hair, lowering her own mouth to him and biting hard on his shoulder.

"Ah-fuck," Blake growled as the pain hit him.

He got to his feet, holding Melissa's skinny figure as he turned and lowered her in the grass outside of the fire circle. He made short work of stripping himself and plunging back in to her impatient body.

"Oh fuck Blake,"she groaned, "fuck me hard."

Blake took both her wrists and held them above her head in one of his hands, taking his weight on his other arm and thrusting back and forth between her spread legs.

"That's it," Melissa panted, "that's it, fuck, fuck fuck."

The rain poured on Blake's back, feeling as if it were turning to steam the moment it touched him, beneath him the temptress smiled up, her mouth hanging open, her eyes full of wickedness. He felt his orgasm surge up, ready to burst in to her body.

"You want it?" Blake grunted, his bare feet slipping in the wet grass as he tried to find a purchase to thrust harder and deeper.

"Cum in me," Melissa panted, "fuck my hot little fuck hole."

There was another blinding flash of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder rolled along the valley.

"Oh fuck Blake," Melissa cried, "you're gonna make me- uh, oh fuck fuck fuck."

Melissa threw her legs as wide as she could, her arms wriggling free and reaching up to find Blake's butt and pulling him to her body. Blake found another ounce of energy and pumped himself harder.

"Sweet fucking Jesus," Melissa screamed over the howling gale, "fuck, me, harder," she grunted with each of his thrusts, "I'm, uh-" her face contorted as her words became silent, her pussy convulsing, dancing around Blake's cock and dragging his climax up and out as her own hit.

"Ugh, uh god yes," Blake grunted, "uh, uh oh fuck!" His body visibly sagged as the impatient desire drained from him in a torrent.

"Fuck me that was good," Melissa laughed, staring up in to Blake's exhausted face.

Behind him she watched the lightning streak down the sky, illuminating the entire campsite and the surrounding hills. 

"OK, we probably should get inside," she yelled over the thunder and wind, "I don't want to become and urban legend."

Blake allowed himself to be rolled off Melissa's body and lay in the soaking grass, his hand on his stomach as he stared down at his chest rising and falling.

"Come on," Melissa said, reaching down and trying to pull him to his feet.

Reluctantly Blake stood up, watching as Melissa ran naked along the line of tents to her own, leaving her discarded clothes in the mud around the extinguished fire. He headed quickly for his own tent, unsure if Melissa was still planning on him cleaning her up.

Kneeling down at the entrance of his tent he wished he had a towel to dry himself with rather than soaking everything inside. He sighed and pulled the zip up, opening the flap and looking in.

"Towel?" Allison offered, holding one in her hand.

Blake grinned and took it, patting himself dry quickly and crawling in. He found his tent was a little fuller than he'd expected, being closest to the fire it'd been the obvious shelter as everyone had fled the rain. Fortunately his was also the biggest, although not quite big enough for five.

"Sorry buddy," Henry smiled, "it was raining."

"No problem," Blake nodded, "the more the merrier."

Henry and the others moved aside, making space for Blake to sit down. Hannah and Allison had pulled their clothes back on, obviously interrupted in the middle of enjoying themselves.

"It doesn't sound like the storm's going to stop any time soon," Hannah said, looking as the tent shook in the wind. "We should get to our own tents rather than all cramming in here." She kind of hoped Henry and Steph would go first, leaving her behind with Blake and Allison.

"Do you mind if I share with you?" Steph asked Henry, not a hint of reluctance in her voice.

"No problem," Henry replied eagerly reaching for the tent flap.

"You can't go back out there," Allison laughed, "you'll drown before you get to your tent."

"We won't all fit in here," Henry replied.

"Sure we will, we'll make it work," Allison nodded, her eyes flicking across to Blake as she grinned.

"She's right," Blake said, "it'll be snug if you stay but I can't ask you to go back out there. Everyone find a space and we'll try and sleep through the storm."

The five of them shuffled around the tent, pulling off clothing and trying to make themselves as comfortable as possible. The storm outside had done nothing to alter the summer warmth and the mass of bodies were soon feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Eventually though each of them began drifting off to sleep.

Blake lay behind Allison, spooning her, his arm over her body and his hand gently cupping her breast.

"It's been an interesting evening," he whispered in her ear.

"You're telling me," she smiled.

Hannah lay in front of her, her low breathing suggesting that she'd already fallen asleep. Beyond Hannah lay Steph and then Henry, Allison could hear him murmuring and guessed that he and Steph were having a sleepy conversation.

Allison reached up and took Blake's hand in hers, guiding it down to the lace trim on the underwear she'd pulled back on as Henry and Steph had come hurrying in. She turned her head a fraction and looked sideways up at Blake. 

"You're insatiable," Blake hissed, easing his fingertips under the tight fabric.

"What can I say, I never got to finish earlier, besides it sounded like you got yours outside with Melissa."

"You heard us?" Blake asked guiltily.

"It sounded like you were competing with the thunder," Allison giggled.

"Sorry," Blake replied.

"Me too, I promised I'd eat her once you'd finished, I know you both would've enjoyed that."

Blake felt himself swell against the firm curve of Allison's arse.

"You're so bad," he hissed, teasing his fingertips through the soft stubble above her pussy and edging closer to her lips.

"Mm," she sighed, "and yet so good."

She released Blake's hand, letting him find his own way down, reaching up and tracing a finger along the edge of Hannah's bra before placing her hand over one big, round breast and squeezing it softly.

"You'll wake her," Blake hissed.

"Then she can play too," Allison sighed happily.

"Let her sleep," Blake said.

"You're right, she'll need her energy for tomorrow." 

Blake slipped two fingers between Allison's wet lips and curled them up inside her, loving the soft sound of her quiet moan as she wriggled back against him.

"Do you mind if I go to sleep while you're doing that?" she asked, closing her eyes, "it feels so good to be with you."

Blake didn't reply, he just slowly pulled his fingers back out and eased them in again, Allison's velvet walls opening up and closing around him. Tomorrow, he promised himself, tomorrow he'd have his tongue in there.

*

Blake wasn't sure if Allison had cum on his hand or not, he'd drifted off to sleep at some point, as had she. His hand now rested back on her breast and her body on top of his other arm. There was a soft sigh and he looked over her shoulder as best he could, in the darkness a silhouette moved in the tent and another sigh was followed by a wet sucking noise and a stifled moan. He tried to raise his head higher to see who it was but couldn't move enough with Allison on his arm. He listened and heard a soft murmur, then saw the shape of Henry's head rise up, his body face-down, holding still for a moment then a another little whimper and his body dropped out of sight again.

Blake grinned to himself, unsure if it was Hannah or Steph that Henry was on top of but happy to listen to her moans as his friend slowly screwed her. Listening to the quiet and urgent coupling he fell back asleep with a smile on his face and his manhood swelling back up against his girlfriend's arse.

*

When Blake next awoke the light suggested that the sun was making an effort to come up but it was still overcast and blustery outside. He rolled on to his side to face Allison and instead came face-to-face with Steph, her round features and big green eyes staring back at him, her lip held between her teeth as her eyes seemed to plead.

"Morning," he whispered.




Summertime Lust Ch. 09



The sun was chasing the clouds from the sky and promising another hot day as Blake, Allison and the others emerged from his tent. Amy, David and Dan sat by the damp embers of the fire, each clutching a mug of coffee, Amy grinning happily, her eyes twinkling as she bid everyone a good morning.

"Good night was it?" Allison chuckled, ruffling David's hair and sitting herself down beside him.

"These two sound like they had fun," Amy laughed.

"Why, what happened?" Hannah asked, pouring coffee in to proffered mugs.

"Not a word," David growled quickly.

"What is it?" Allison asked, everyone's attention suddenly on Amy.

"Well, Laura said-"

"Shut up!" David yelled, his voice somewhat muffled with his face buried in his hands.

"What d'you do?" Hannah asked Dan.

"Um, well, let's say David and I don't ever have to wonder about what another guy's cum tastes like," Dan sighed, his downcast eyes flicking up to check on the reaction of his audience. "Laura had us, um, clean her, afterwards," Dan clarified.

"It never happened," David groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Poor boy," Allison giggled patting David on the back, "don't worry, you'll get used to it."

The assembled group laughed while David and Dan turned crimson.

"Where's the lucky girl got to now?" Steph asked.

"She's gone home, taken Emily and Melissa with her," Amy smirked. "I think that after spending the night with these guys she wanted to get clean." 

"Fair enough," Hannah shrugged, wondering whether Melissa would remember her promise. 

She gazed around the circle and briefly let her eyes linger on Henry before looking on and catching Allison grinning straight back at her. The rest of the group had fallen in to clutches of chatter amongst themselves and Allison took the opportunity to sit beside Hannah and lean to her ear.

"Thinking about making good on that bet you lost?" she asked, nudging her friend in the ribs.

"Thinking about getting Melissa in to bed," Hannah replied.

"Ha! Yeah you're lucky that worked out, I wish I could've been there for her first time though."

"Well there's nothing to stop you being around for the next time," Hannah hissed, her hand on Allison's thigh.

"I think everyone would want to be around for that."

"Was it just my imagination or did I see you playing with your arsehole this morning?" Hannah grinned.

Allison couldn't help but smile as she looked away.

"A certain amount of fingering might've occurred," she whispered, "you started it though, who gave you permission to lick me there?" she giggled.

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" Hannah sighed, leaning closer.

"I'm not saying that. You've taken it upon yourself to introduce people to a few new experiences, haven't you?"

"Sometimes people just need a push," Hannah replied, her breath on Allison's neck. "So when am I going to get to see you taking Blake in there?"

"I think that's a way off yet, besides, stop changing the subject, you're due a dose of Henry in yours first." Allison smirked, her eyes darting from Hannah's to her mouth and back up again.

"Shh," Hannah hissed, looking around the others quickly.

"Getting nervous are you?" Allison giggled, placing her hand on top of Hannah's and directing it higher on her bare thigh.

"You have to admit, it's going to be a squeeze getting it in there," Hannah grimaced.

"Mm-hmm," Allison grinned, "would it help if I said I'll be there to kiss it better?"

"That sounds very friendly of you," Hannah whispered, her fingers slipping higher and deeper between Allison's thighs, disappearing under the hem of her dress.

"It's the least I could do" Allison sighed happily.

"Damnit Ali, you're making me wet," Hannah groaned, looking away and around the group to see if anyone was paying them any attention. Blake was sitting beside Amy laughing while Steph and Henry spoke to David and Dan.

"Fancy a quick dip?" Allison asked, nodding across the field towards the pool.

"You realise they'll all follow us, right?" Hannah frowned.

"OK, how about this," Allison grinned, quickly rising from her seat. "Me and Hannah are going in to the village to get breakfast," she announced, "anyone want to help us?"

Hannah rose beside her, "brilliant," she whispered as the rest of the group stared back blankly.

The two girls walked quickly to Hannah's car and got in, pulling away from the tents and on to the dirt track. As Hannah drove Allison got on to her knees and leaned across, licking her friend's throat and slowly working her way down.

"Easy," Hannah giggled, trying to concentrate as Allison teased a nipple through the thin layers of Hannah's bra and tee shirt.

The car descended and splashed through a ford before climbing back up, Hannah pulled to the side of the road and stopped.

"Here?" Allison laughed, looking up out of the window.

"Get out," Hannah said, opening her door and climbing out.

"Here?" Allison repeated.

"Over there," Hannah said, pointing to a small orchard beside the stream they'd just crossed. She took Allison's hand and pulled her towards the dappled shade beneath the trees.

"But anyone could see us from the road," Allison laughed.

Hannah pushed her back against the nearest tree, the bark rough through Allison's flimsy dress.

"Let them see," she hissed, dropping to her knees and licking the length of one smooth thigh to finish with her face beneath Allison's dress.

"Oh god Han," Allison groaned, feeling her friend's tongue wriggle between her lips and open her up.

Allison reached down and pulled Hannah's face firmly on to her pussy, both hands tangled in the mess of Hannah's curls.

"Fuck that's good," Allison whimpered, "I love your tongue in me."

"I love it when you don't wear underwear," Hannah giggled, leaning back to look up at Allison's desperate expression.

"There hardly seems any point any more," Allison grinned, pulling Hannah back on to her pussy.

"Your cunt is delicious," Hannah mumbled as her mouth nuzzled in the warm, wet folds.

"Take off your jeans, let me taste yours," Allison moaned, eager to return the favour.

Hannah drove her tongue in to Allison, thrashing at her insides before slowly retracting it and dragging its tip up to tease her clit.

"Not yet," she hissed, "first there's something else I want to do." She leaned back and gripped Allison's hips, spinning her around to face the tree.

Allison moaned, hoping she was right about Hannah intentions. Reaching up she took hold of a low branch, the hem of her dress rising up to reveal her firm butt.

"What're you doing?" she asked, shuffling her feet a little further apart.

"Oh nothing," Hannah replied innocently, staring at Allison's bare arse as she quickly stripped behind her. "Oh," she giggled, crouching and pulling her phone from her pocket, she held it up and took a picture of Allison before returning it to her jeans and stepping closer.

"What now?" Allison asked, feeling Hannah's body close behind her.

"Shh," Hannah replied, "you'll see."

Allison loved the feeling of Hannah so close to her body, one arm appeared on the tree trunk beside hers, clutching the same branch, then the soft touch of Hannah's thigh against the inside of her own, nudging her legs apart. Hannah's breath wafted past her ear before she felt the familiar sensation of Hannah's mouth on her shoulder. Hannah's free hand slipped around her thigh, edging higher until two fingers brushed up and over the thin stubble, seeking and finding the moist centre quickly and dipping in. She raised her hand, the sunlight streaming down through the leaves and glinting off the dewy coating on each of her fingers.

"Lick it," Hannah breathed in to Allison's ear.

Allison opened her mouth and allowed Hannah to insert her fingers, licking her nectar as she had so often before, then sucking Hannah's fingers as they were pulled clear. Hannah slipped her two digits back inside Allison's wet pussy, grazing them over her clit as she went and planting kisses up the side of her neck as she tipped her head back against Hannah's shoulder. Allison ground her hips down, feeling Hannah's body moving in sync with hers, the soft pubic stubble atop Hannah's mound pressed against the top of her butt as they swayed their bodies in unison.

"You remember the time we were dancing at that party?" Allison groaned happily.

"When the lights went out and you pushed my hand between your legs," Hannah whispered.

"Then you took me out in to the garden where no one would see, oh god, and you, fuck-"

"You like that?" Hannah smirked, curling her fingers up, deeper inside Allison. "How about this?"

Hannah slithered down Allison's body until her bare knees met the damp ground, her hands on Allison's thighs and her lips kissing up to her firm little arse. She brought her hands back, rubbing her palms over Allison's buttocks, running her thumbs down the crack and spreading her cheeks.

Allison bent forward a little, feeling the cool air and Hannah's breath on her arsehole, she reached one hand down and pushed two fingers between her swollen lips, lubricating them before stroking them across her clit. 

"Naughty girl," Hannah giggled, watching Allison's fingers disappearing once more in to her own pussy.

"Please Han," Allison groaned, looking back over her shoulder.

Hannah grinned and leaned forward, using the tip of her tongue to trace a line from Allison's knuckles to the tight knot of her sphincter, wriggling against it, eager to penetrate her quickly.

"Uh, oh yes," Allison said, her fingers slipping out to clumsily toy with her clit before plunging back in.

"You want me to lick you here?" Hannah asked, pulling the flat breadth of her tongue over Allison's hole.

"Mm-hmm," Allison nodded.

"To lick your arsehole?" Hannah teased, flicking her tongue against the puckered muscle.

"Please," Allison gasped.

"To-"

"Eat my arse," Allison cried out with a laugh, her fingers frantic on her clit.

Hannah buried her wide smile between Allison's cheeks and burrowed her tongue in to her tight tunnel, easing her open and using a little force to enter her. Her hands automatically reached up and held Allison's butt, both taking her weight and spreading her cheeks further apart.

"Oh god Han, that's amazing," Allison moaned, her wet hand reaching back and resting on top of Hannah's head.

One of Hannah's hands slipped down from Allison's butt and up between her thighs, quickly pushing two fingers in to her pussy, feeling her squirm against the dual sensation. Allison shuffled her feet forward and pushed her arse back against Hannah's mouth, Hannah's tongue quickly burrowing deeper in to her body, stretching her wider, oh god she'd never thought it'd feel so good.

Hannah grinned to herself, pulling her tongue back and teasing the rim of Allison's arsehole, she loved the desperate moans of bliss that Allison gave, she loved how depraved it felt to bury her tongue in Allison's tight little backdoor, now she knew why Allison was always willing to do the same for her. She could feel her own juices running down her thigh, her pussy drenched without the slightest physical stimulation. She straightened up, pulling her tongue and fingers clear from Allison's holes.

"When we get home," she breathed in Allison's ear, her fingers now pressed to Allison's butt, "I want you to put on your strap-on and fuck me so hard." Hannah eased her fingers through Allison's sphincter, feeling it stretch open for her.

"Uh, fuck, Hannah," Allison gasped.

"And then I'll fuck you with it," Hannah grinned, reaching around and groping Allison's breasts with her free hand.

"Hannah, please," Allison groaned, clenching her buttocks around Hannah's hand.

"You want that? Hmm, you want me to fuck you?"

"God fuck yes," Allison cried, tipping her head back beside Hannah's.

"In here?" Hannah asked, thrusting her fingers harder in to Allison's arse.

"Everywhere," Allison groaned.

"You're going to let me fuck your arsehole before Blake does, aren't you?" Hannah whispered, licking the side of Allison's throat up to her ear.

Allison didn't answer, she turned her head and met Hannah's mouth with her own, snaking her tongue out sideways. Hannah pushed her hand down Allison's body and between her thighs, curling two fingers up it to her pussy and stroking her interior. 

"Fuck me," Allison sighed, once again grinding down on the dual insertion.

Hannah's hand moved back and forth, pumping her fingers in and out of Allison's arsehole, her knuckles bumping back against her own clit with each withdrawal. Soon she was rocking her body back and forth, keeping her pussy pressed firmly against the back of her hand as it moved between Allison's arse cheeks. 

Allison was panting and moaning, her hand joining Hannah's on her pussy, pressing Hannah's fingers deeper between her fleshy pink lips and feeling her fluid gushing out around them. Damn it felt good, she'd been hesitant at first but now she wanted more, she wanted to bend over and feel herself stretched wider, to feel Blake back there, taking her, and one in her pussy too. She'd said Hannah could go first but she didn't care, whoever got there first was welcome, just to feel herself so full.

There was a splash from the ford behind them and the pair froze, Hannah's fingers still deep in Allison's body, they both turned to look over their shoulders and watched as a sleek black car continued along the road.

"D'you think they saw us?" Allison asked.

"I don't think they could've missed us," Hannah grinned, gently pulling her fingers from the tight confines of Allison's arsehole. "Lick," she ordered, holding her fingers up to Allison's mouth.

Allison parted her lips just wide enough for Hannah to push her fingers in, then sucked, tasting her own arse for the first time.

"Why didn't we bring that dildo with us?" Hannah sighed, stroking her own pussy slowly as Allison turned and leaned back against the tree.

"As soon as we get back to the camp I promise I'll get it and put it wherever you want," Allison grinned.

Hannah stepped closer, leaning in to kiss her friend but laughing as Allison ducked down between her arms and out of reach. She turned and watched as Allison pulled her short dress off over her head and tossed it on to the damp ground. Hannah sauntered over to her naked friend and placed her hand on Allison's hip, tilting her head and once more leaning in to kiss her, this time Allison stayed where she was and happily felt Hannah's body move closer to her own, the soft warmth of her skin and the firm press of her nipples. Allison lowered her mouth and took one of Hannah's nipples, flicking her tongue over it briefly before sucking it back between her lips and biting it lightly.

"You can fuck me any way you like when we get back to the camp," Allison smiled, cupping Hannah's other breast in her hand. 

Without another word she took Hannah's hand and sunk to her knees, pulling Hannah down with her lying back in the wet grass, guiding Hannah on top of her and smiling up as Hannah's face appeared above her own. She felt Hannah's knee rising between her thighs and eagerly parted them, raising her own knee until she felt the wet caress of Hannah's open pussy press back against it. They broke their kiss and smiled, giggling softly, biting lips and sharing their breath as their bodies began to move slowly in unison.

*

Back at the campsite Blake was laughing with Amy as Steph and Henry continued to quiz Dan and David about what they'd done together during the night. Blake looked up at the sound of a car approaching and saw the black car with tinted windows crawl across the grass and come to a halt a short distance behind the tents.

"Who's that?" Blake asked, nodding at the car.

"How should I know?" Amy giggled.

"Not a local then," Blake shrugged.

"Not that I know of," Amy replied getting to her feet.

The passenger door of the car opened slowly, the figure inside obviously still speaking to the driver before climbing out. 

"Melissa?" Blake said as she appeared from the vehicle.

"Long story," Melissa sighed, quickly approaching the fire circle, fiddling her fingers and pulling her phone from her pocket. "I've got to pack."

"What? Why?" Blake asked as Melissa headed towards her tent. By now the others had stopped talking and were watching with interest.

"I'm going home," Melissa called back.

Blake turned to look at the car again, the driver had emerged now, standing patiently. Melissa's suitcase landed in the wet grass outside her tent, and she followed it out, pushing it aside with her foot before pulling at the tent.

"What're you doing?" Henry asked, now on his feet beside Blake and watching.

"Taking my tent down," Melissa snapped.

"Why?" Henry asked.

Melissa grunted and straightened up, kicking at her tent and slipping on the wet grass. 

"Fucking, fuck tent!" she shouted.

"Here," Blake said quickly, hurrying over to her, followed by the others. "Let me help."

Blake and Henry began dissembling the tent and Melissa brushed her hair back behind her ears.

"Thank you," she managed.

"Why're you going home?" Henry asked.

"My dad, the investigation, he's needed at the Berlin office so him and mum have flown over. They were trying to contact me all day yesterday but there's no fucking signal here, so they sent Bert," she turned and pointed at the driver. "He's my dad's assistant, he's to pick me up and take me home to look after the dogs while they're away, he was in the village asking for directions."

"Oh, OK," Blake replied.

"But I want to get back so I can speak to my parents and see how they are," Melissa added, hoping the guys would get the hint to hurry up a little.

"Why don't you go on ahead then?" Henry asked, pulling the last peg from the ground.

"What?" Melissa asked.

"Take your bags and go and we'll bring your tent back with us," he laughed, "it's not a problem."

"Henry, you're a genius," Melissa grinned.

"We'll probably get everything packed up and leave later today," Blake said absently.

"What d'you mean?" Melissa asked, struggling with her suitcase.

"Well we'll come home too," Blake replied.

"Why?"

"Why not? It'd be weird without you around, so if you're going we'll all go," Blake nodded.

"You think the girls will go for that?" Henry asked, turning to Blake.

"Yeah sure they will. They're not going to let a friend leave like that are they," he replied.

"Well do any of want a ride then?" Melissa asked, "you're not all going to fit in Hannah's car are you."

"That's a point," Henry said, straightening up and wiping his forehead.

"I'll come back with you," David smiled, stepping forward. He'd been wanting to get Melissa alone since the previous afternoon and getting away from the others would stop the awkward questions about what'd gone on during the night.

"Really?" Melissa asked, spinning to face him.

"Sure," David grinned.

"Thank you David," Melissa said, hurrying over and putting her arms around his shoulders, "that's so sweet."

"It's no problem," David replied, a puzzled look on his face.

"You guys are all so nice to me," Melissa sniffed, wiping a her eyes on the loose sleeve of her top.

"I'll get my stuff together," David said, heading towards his tent.

"Don't worry about your tent either," Henry called, "we can sort that out for you."

"Cheers," came the reply.

Melissa watched the boys working then turned to Amy, Steph and Dan, all standing looking fairly lost.

"Sorry about this," she said, "I must look like a wreck."

"Not at all," Amy smiled, "we understand."

"Just when it looked like the beginning of something fun I go and take these guys away from you," Melissa shrugged, giggling as she wiped her face on her sleeve again.

"We'll see you again," Steph said, "you'll all come back, right."




Summertime Lust Ch. 09



"Oh of course," Melissa grinned, "you try and stop us. I'm just sorry it's come to such a sudden stop."

"Not a problem," Amy replied, "you just get yourself home."

"Thank you," Melissa smiled, "you all take care, OK?"

"You too," Dan said, stepping forward and giving Melissa a hug.

"I'm ready," David announced, appearing at Melissa's side with his bag packed.

"Wow, that was so quick," Melissa laughed.

"I just kind of shoved everything in," David grinned.

"OK, I guess goodbye then," Melissa said.

"Well have a good journey," Amy smiled, hugging her and then David.

"I hope everything is all right at home," Steph added.

David picked up Melissa's case and hauled it towards the waiting car. 

"Tell Allison and Hannah I'm sorry to cause so much trouble," Melissa said to Blake.

"Not a problem," Blake replied, "you just get home and we'll see you when we see you, OK?" 

"Thank you," Melissa smiled, "call me as soon as you've got a signal, yeah?"

"Of course," Blake answered, "now go."

They watched as David and then Melissa disappeared in to the car and it slowly reversed away from the tents, turning and heading back along the dirt track. As it vanished from sight Blake wiped his arm across his forehead, it was getting muggy already and clearly they had a lot of work to get done and the girls were nowhere to be seen.

"D'you want us to hang around and help?" Steph asked.

"No, no it's fine," Blake replied waving his hand.

"We can manage," Henry grinned.

"But if you're going back to the village and you happen to see Allison and Hannah could you tell them to hurry up and get back here?" Blake sighed.

"Of course," Amy nodded.

*

The sleek black car slipped through the ford and past the orchard once again, this time barely noticed by either girl as they nuzzled their faces between the others thighs, lapping at engorged lips and moaning loudly in to one another.

"Fuck that feels good," Allison groaned as Hannah flicked her tongue against her clit, teasing a wet finger around her arsehole.

"I want your boyfriend's cock in my arse while you lick me," Hannah giggled in response.

"Uh, oh god!" Allison cried, grinding her pussy down on her friend's face.

"I want you to lick his cum from my butt,"Hannah moaned.

"Put your finger back in me," Allison pleaded, ducking her head back down and thrashing her tongue over Hannah's clitoris.

Hannah slipped her finger through Allison's sphincter, wriggling it inside her, feeling her own pussy squirm at the sound of Allison whimpering through the tremor of her mounting climax.

"You should've seen Emily," Hannah moaned between licks, "fuck it was hot, the way she sprayed all over Lissa. I can't wait for her to do that to me." She began rimming Allison's arsehole with a second finger.

"Yeah," Allison cried, "put another one in."

Hannah grinned and slipped her finger out, bringing both down to her mouth and sucking them, coating them with Allison's plentiful juices before easing both back up her crack and to the wet, winking hole. 

"Ugh! Uh fuck!" Allison cried as Hannah pushed both fingers back in to the knuckle. "Fuck my tight little arse," she gasped.

"You want a cock in there, don't you?" Hannah sighed happily.

"Stop talking and lick my cunt," Allison grunted, pushing back against Hannah's fingers.

Hannah reached up and pulled Allison down hard on her mouth, burying her tongue deep inside the gushing, hot pussy and wondering what it'd be like to have Emily cum on her mouth. She licked and nibbled at Allison's lips, feeling her grind down and begin to writhe.

Allison sat up straight, leaving Hannah's pussy begging for attention. She wriggled herself down on Hannah's face, trapping the pair of fingers in her arsehole and feeling them moving inside her. Hannah's tongue and lips coaxed her on, her climax boiling up as she lifted her hands to her own breasts and pulled at her nipples, wishing someone else was there to pull them, or suck them, oh god to have a second mouth on her body. She imagined Blake appearing in the orchard, naked, his cock hard already, wet and glistening, he'd approach and stand over Hannah's body, maybe he'd dip himself in to her briefly, wet himself in her, then stand again and she could suck on that glistening rod, hold it firmly against her cheek, feel its heat then bob her mouth back on to it. Then he'd be behind her, holding her cheeks apart as he pressed his soaking head in to her arsehole.

Allison leaned forward once again, pushing her arse back against Hannah's fingers.

"Fuck me with your fingers," she grunted, trying to rock back and forth on Hannah's hand.

"You really like it in your butt don't you?" Hannah grinned, raising her head and flicking her tongue over Allison's clit. She eased her fingers out, sucking them again before pushing them back in, trying to stretch Allison wider and pumping her.

"Oh god Han," Allison whimpered, "fuck me." 

Her head dropped, the tips of her hair tormenting Hannah's desperate pussy. She was on the edge, she knew it, she could feel her orgasm rush up in a seemingly endless ascent. 

"Deeper," she yelped in time with Hannah's thrusting fingers, "fuck, yes, that's it, uh, uh, uh uhfuck-ohgodyes," she arched her back downwards, throwing her head back, her butt clenching around Hannah's fingers until she felt as if they'd snap off inside her. "Jesus fuck," she breathed at last, rolling on to her back in the wet grass.

Hannah rolled on to her side and raised her naked body up on one elbow, grinning as she watched Allison's chest rise and fall as she gasped down oxygen. Allison's hands were resting on her stomach, rising and falling with it, her eyes staring up through the leaves of the apple trees and her mouth turned up at the corners with blissful contentment.

"Good?" Hannah giggled.

"Unbelievable," Allison sighed.

"Good." 

Hannah slumped back down on to her back, her right hand reaching down to find Allison's and interlocking their fingers, her left hand slipping over her thigh to her own pussy and idly stoking the unsatisfied fires of her own needs.

*

Blake and Henry had just finished packing away David's tent, they threw the tightly packed sack beside Melissa's and turned to the next in the row.

"Where the hell have the girls got to?" Henry sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Blake had a fairly good idea what Allison and Hannah were up to, if not where they were doing it.

"Hopefully they'll be back soon," he replied.

"They better bring some food with them, I'm starving," Henry said, "typical that we're the ones left to do the work."

"Come on, let's at least get our stuff packed up, then we can take our tents down too,"Blake sighed, moving towards his own tent.

Henry headed to his tent, obviously unhappy and reluctant to pack. He knelt down and crawled inside, reaching for his big bag and stuffing his clothes in to it. Outside a car horn sounded repeatedly.

"So you're back then," Blake was shouting accusingly from beside his tent.

"We brought you breakfast," Allison replied happily, leaping from the car and rushing forward.

"Where've Melissa and David's tents gone?" Hannah asked, approaching Blake.

Henry wandered over and sat on one of the logs again, waiting for the promised breakfast.

"It's a long story," Blake said, his arms around Allison's waist as she kissed along his jawline. 

"No it's not," Henry laughed, "Melissa's had to go home, so we're packing up and going."

"What? Why?" Hannah demanded, sitting on a log beside Henry.

"I don't want to go home," Allison said, turning her head to face Blake.

"Let me explain," Blake sighed.

The four of them sat beside the sorry remains of the fire and ate, Hannah moving to make more coffee as they spoke. They explained why Melissa had to go and that David had gone with her, and that they'd promised to pack up her tent and his and take them both home.

"I guess we're going home then," Hannah shrugged eventually.

"Sorry but it seemed kind of mean for us to stay here without Melissa," Henry said.

"That's true," Allison conceded, "and I guess we can still have fun back home."

"It'll be a squeeze getting six tents and four of us in my car," Hannah said, turning to look from the tents to her car.

"And all our bags," Henry added.

"Two of us could get on the train," Blake suggested.

"I think it'll work," Henry said, taking a sip of coffee and looking back at Hannah's car critically. "Yeah it should all fit."

"Well let's get on with it then," Hannah said determinedly, slapping her hands down on her knees and getting to her feet. 

The other three stood up a little more reluctantly and moved towards their respective tents to pack.

"It's a seven hour drive," Hannah called to them, "I want to be on the road by -" she checked her watch - "by midday."

Blake looked at his own watch and laughed dismissively before ducking back in to his tent.

*

"OK, maybe midday was a little ambitious," Hannah shrugged.

It was quarter past one and the four of them collapsed on the ground having just finished stuffing the last tent in to its bag and chucking it on the pile.

"The last thing I want to do now is climb in to a car and be buried under all our crap for seven hours," Blake groaned.

"Yeah, I feel kind of gross," Allison said, wiping her hair back from her forehead.

"Sorry guys but I want to get going now," Hannah shrugged, "we'll stop off somewhere and get a drink, I promise."

Reluctantly they clambered in to the car, Blake and Allison getting in to the back after a brief discussion. They pulled out on to the dirt track and bumped along it to the road.

"We had a good few days, didn't we," Allison smiled, sorry to be leaving.

"I enjoyed it," Hannah agreed, her eyes glinting as they made contact with Allison's in the mirror.

The road up out of the valleys was steep and long but eventually they emerged on to the moors, their phones all beginning to buzz and beep now they had a signal again.

"Melissa says she's sorry she fucked up our holiday," Allison read out-loud.

"I hope everything's OK with her dad," Hannah replied, "tell her we're on our way back now."

The roads were clear and they sped over the moors and back to civilisation in no time, passing through the first proper town and on to the motorway.

"We're going to be back a lot quicker than I thought," Hannah grinned, as long as we can avoid the rush-hour traffic we'll be good. Looking forward to getting home?" she asked, turning briefly to Henry and reaching across to pat his thigh.

"I guess," Henry replied unconvincingly.

Hannah's hand lingered, then drifted higher, her brain reminding her that the morning's tryst with Allison hadn't delivered as much as she'd hoped.

Henry shuffled in his seat, watching Hannah's hand and wondering if she'd noticed the bulge slowly growing under the denim.

In the back Allison watched her friend absently fondling Henry and grinned as she turned to Blake and nodded for him to take a look. Blake looked and laughed quietly.

"What is it?" Hannah asked, both hands suddenly back on the wheel.

"Nothing," Allison grinned.

Blake's phone hummed and he opened up the new message.

'Cheers buddy," it said, from Henry.

Blake laughed again and Henry turned in his seat, frowning at him. Allison looked across at her boyfriend and shook her head. 

"What?" Blake laughed at her.

Allison didn't reply. After a few minutes she scooted forward on her seat, moving aside some of the bags that were cluttered around her.

"What're you doing?" Hannah asked.

"Nothing," Allison said innocently.

She reached around Henry's seat from the side and ran her hand over his thigh, having to stretch to do it but finding the bulge of his cock, stroking it and grinning as she felt it swell under her touch. Henry turned and caught her eye briefly before she looked back down, then he looked up at Blake sitting beside her, watching what she was doing. Blake didn't look thrilled but was keeping quiet about it.

Blake watched as his girlfriend rubbed her hand up and down the long bulge in Henry's jeans, pinching his head through the denim as he tipped his head back and groaned quietly. Hannah cast quick glances at Allison's hand then reached over and stroked Henry too.

"Get it out," she said, her eyes on the road.

"What?" Henry groaned.

"Get your cock out," Hannah smirked.

Henry hesitated, the roads were empty but what if-?

Allison made up his mind for him, grabbing him as well as she could through his jeans and tugging him violently. He quickly undid his jeans and raised his body enough to slip them down with his shorts, his thick cock springing up.

"Damn that thing's big," Hannah muttered, suddenly remembering where she was meant to be putting it and hoping that everyone else had forgotten.

Blake kept watching as Allison practically crawled between the front seats to wrap her hand around Henry's shaft and gently massage it up and down. As she leaned further and further forward her short little dress rode higher and higher until her perfect little pussy lips came in to view. Blake reached across, running his fingers quickly up her thigh and between the soft folds to her hot, wet hole.

"Mm, yeah," Allison sighed happily, turning quickly to look back at her boyfriend, her expression seeming to apologise and beg him to continue.

Hannah reached across to Henry's cock again, joining Allison's hand on it, gliding up and down.

"Godamnit you guys," she groaned, removing her hand from Henry and awkwardly stuffing it down on to her own crotch.

Blake pushed his fingers deeper in to Allison's pussy, twisting them inside her, loving how she gasped. He leaned closer and reached out with his other hand, brushing his thumb up the smooth, firm skin of her buttock before lowering his head and kissing it softly. Pulling his fingers from her he slipped them up and quickly rimmed her arsehole with one of them, coating it with her juices, leaving it glistening as he plunged his fingers back in to her pussy.

"Fuck Blake," she groaned, turning again to look back at him.

"What's he doing?" Hannah asked.

"Uh, fuck, my arse," Allison replied, closing her eyes and squeezing Henry's cock hard as Blake eased a single digit through her sphincter.

Henry turned and looked at Allison's up-thrust butt, reaching a hand under her body and roughly groping her breasts.

"Jesus," she cried, her hand uneven but tight on Henry's cock.

"Shit that's hot," Henry groaned.

Hannah reached across again, jerking him hard for a few seconds before licking her hand and returning it to the wheel.

"Fuck, fuck," Henry gasped, "fuck, I'm going to cum."

Hannah pulled over, slamming on the breaks and immediately turning in her seat, getting on to her knees and bending down to Henry's cock. As the traffic flew past the passenger window she locked her lips around him, feeling Allison's fingers still tight around the base of his shaft, she sucked, bobbing her head up and down furiously, aware of Henry's hand on the back of her head as he groaned and writhed on his seat before finally bucking his hips, grunting and blasting his cum deep in to her throat. She took dose after dose, swallowing it down but realising that at least some of it was tricking out the corners of her mouth.

"Fuck me, that was good," Henry finally sighed, his hand leaving Hannah's head and reaching up to rest on top of his own.

Hannah straightened up again, panting, her lips plastered with heavy globs of Henry's cum. Allison was clutching the two head-rests of the front seats, her tits hanging loose in her thin summer dress, bouncing as Blake thrust his finger in and out of her arse. Hannah pressed her mouth to Allison's, sharing the last traces of Henry's cum as their tongues met and thrashed together.

"Fuck," Allison groaned in to Hannah's mouth. "Fuck me Blake, stick your fingers deep inside my butt and- uh uh oh fuck!"

Blake had willingly obliged, adding another finger to Allison's tight backdoor, watching the ring of muscle stretch to accommodate it. Hannah reached down and pressed her finger to the soaking mess of Allison's pussy, rubbing between her lips quickly.

"You're going to cum," she ordered, "cum for me Ali, cum with Blake's finger in your arse."

"Deeper," Allison moaned, her head dropping and immediately flying back up as Blake rammed his fingers harder and deeper than before.

Hannah's fingers were on Allison's clit now, frantically rubbing back and forth across it, feeling her juices dripping out.

Blake quickly pulled his fingers out causing Allison to cry out briefly before he burrowed his tongue in to her and pushed his fingers back in to her pussy, twisting them and probing deep then finding her g-spot and stroking it.

"Ugh god oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she cried, "please Blake, please?" 

She tried to force her body back as hard as possible on to the triple assault, grinding against fingers and tongue as each hurtled her towards the most intense climax. Just when she thought she'd explode she felt Henry's big rough hand groping one of her tits again, pulling her dress down to expose them and then pinching her nipples. Her cries became a torrent of incoherent pants and sobs as her three closest friends brought her to the brink there in Hannah's car on the side of the motorway. Finally her body tensed, her head up and looking through the tears at Hannah's hungry grin, then released, Hannah and Henry both reaching up quickly to hold her shoulders as she began to slump.

Blake lifted his head and slowly eased his fingers back out of his girlfriend's body, taking her hips and guiding her back on to the seat. She leaned heavily, her head tipping back as she grinned up.

"That was incredible," she breathed at last, "you guys are incredible."

Hannah laughed and turned in her seat, starting the car again and pulling back in to the traffic as her passengers straightened themselves out.

"Can I take it then that you'll be reciprocating?" she asked.

"I'll reciprocate your fucking brains out," Allison promised with a heavy sigh.

"And what about me?" Blake asked.

Allison looked down at the tent at his crotch, leaning across to him, sliding her hand up his thigh and pulling open his jeans. She took his cock in her hand, bending down and licking across its tip quickly before raising her head again.

"How did my arse taste?" she whispered, her eyes flicking forward to check if Hannah or Henry were listening.

"Amazing," Blake replied quietly, wondering why.

Allison leaned closer.

"Let me taste," she breathed, pressing her mouth to Blake's and thrusting her tongue out.

Blake felt her hand grip his cock tight as their mouths thrashed passionately together.

"I want you to put this in there," Allison whispered, moving back a fraction and dancing her fingers around the wet head of Blake's cock.

"What, now?" Blake hissed.

"Not now, but soon, very very soon," Allison grinned. "I want you to butt-fuck me Blake," she breathed, leaning back to his mouth again.

Blake felt his cock nearly erupt in Allison's hand as her mouth drifted down from his and sucked him down to the hilt.

*

"I got a text from Allison," Melissa said, holding up her phone, "she says they're on their way."

"They'll be a few hours yet," David replied.

"Yeah, we're alone for now," Melissa smirked.

Bert had dropped them off at Melissa's familial home and immediately left to join his boss in Berlin. They'd fed the dogs, had a drink, and then Melissa's tour of her home had ended abruptly in her bedroom.

David rolled over, gently running his fingers up the back of Melissa's bare leg to her pert buttocks.

"So...?" he sighed.

"Of course, not here though, there's somewhere I've always wanted to do it."




Summertime Lust Ch. 09



Melissa giggled and rolled off the bed, taking David's hand and pulling him to his feet. They ran naked through the upper floor of the huge house, out on to the landing and down the wide sweeping staircase, coming to a stop in the middle of the entrance hall. The floor was marble, an ornate pattern decorating it.

"Here?" David asked.

Melissa looked up at him with a devilish grin and nodded.

"The floor's so cold," he laughed.

Melissa hadn't thought of that and quickly turned to looked around the various doorways.

"Wait right here," she said, her hand on his chest.

David grinned and watched the naked nymph disappear to his left, leaving him standing with his cock beginning to swell again. She came back quickly, dragging a large round rug behind her and pushing him back to position it exactly in the middle of the hall.

"There," she said, walking on to it and standing with her hands on her hips, "perfect."

"Good, now, on your knees," David ordered.

"With pleasure," Melissa replied, dropping to her knees and grinning up at David's erect member.

*

The journey home was nearing its end. The weather had turned from bright sunshine to torrential rain as they'd driven, but it hadn't dampened their spirits. They were back in their home town but had agreed that they should all go straight to Melissa's house to drop off her things and see if she had any more news about her father. 

"I didn't know Melissa lived out along here," Henry said absently as they turned off the main road out of the town and on to a long, winding private road.

"Didn't you?" Allison asked, "I guess I've only been out here once or twice, how about you Han?"

"I came out here a couple of months ago, apart from that-" Hannah replied.

"These places are huge," Blake said peering out the window and catching glimpses of the houses at the end of long driveways.

"This is it, right?" Hannah asked as she slowed the car to a stop.

"Yeah, this one," Allison nodded.

The car crunched over the gravel as they slowly approached the front of the house.

"Let's leave everything in the car," Hannah said, turning in her seat, "we'll find Melissa first, yeah?"

"Sure, I don't feel like having to carry all her stuff in through this rain," Blake nodded.

The doors opened and all four friends made a dash, laughing as they ran up the steps to the big tiled porch. 

"Right, let's see if we can find her then," Hannah said. 

Henry turned and tried the front door, it opened and the four wandered in, stopping dead in their tracks and staring at the scene in front of them.

"Well that was easy," Blake murmured.

In the middle of the floor, on a big round rug, Melissa was kneeling, her head resting on her folded arms, her arse thrust up in the air, David standing behind her, his legs bent at the knees, his hands holding her hips as he frantically plunged himself in to her arsehole. The sound of their wet skin slapping together echoed around the hall.

"Deeper," Melissa cried, "harder."

David grunted and pummelled his cock like a piston in and out, he looked around and saw his friends watching, nodded a greeting and went right on fucking Melissa. 

Melissa turned her head, her face like a startled cat as she realised she was being watched. She was about to wriggled out from under David when he tightened his grip and lowered his whole body, sinking his length through her tight sphincter and burying it as deep as he could. Her look of shock melted, her mouth suddenly wide open, her eyes rolling and a long guttural groan competing for volume with the thunder outside.

"She loves it," David panted, "I told you Henry, didn't I?"

Henry nodded silently, still taking in the sight.

"Shut up and fuck me," Melissa growled.

David slapped his hand hard on her buttock.

"I'm going to cum in your arse," he grunted, "you want that, don't you?"

"God yes," Melissa whimpered, "fill me with it."

"Here it comes," David groaned, "it's coming-uh uh uh. Yeah! Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah that's it."

The four friends stood and watched as David pounded himself impossibly deep in to Melissa's arse, bending forward, grabbing her shoulder and pulling himself in to her as hard as he could. Beneath him Melissa was gasping, her lithe figure obviously exhausted.

"Fuck," she breathed, trying to move out from under him, "fuck, I love it when you do that to me"

David finally managed to straighten himself up again, placing his hands flat on Melissa's butt and pulling himself slowly out of her with a long sucking noise. He left her arsehole stretched open, a trickle of his cum dribbling out and down over her soaked pussy. The four friends stared at it until Melissa managed to push herself up on her arms. As if suddenly shaken awake they all began to move again, Hannah walking over and helping Melissa to her feet.

"That was, I didn't know you and David-" she began, shutting her mouth as Melissa's exhausted but happy expression turned to look up at her.

"We've got the house to ourselves," she sighed happily, "why not keep this holiday going for a few more days?"