by Matthew Lee
I'm a sluuuuuuuut!
She came down slowly, careful to avoid Mike, controlling her breathing. Her electrified body trembled all over. Sweat beaded her skin.
Jennifer groaned and whispered for Dean to pull out so she could suck it and Sara smiled. At that moment she knew a new truth about herself; she was too far gone. She would cheat on Mike again, if not with Dean then with Randy, or Jamul, or someone totally new if she had to. She gazed one last time at her phone and sent Randy a goodnight text.
Did it work? he asked.
Fireworks, she answered.
Happy to help.
She forwarded the pictures to her personal email account and turned off her phone.
Drowsy at last she slipped into her sleeping bag.
In the morning she was the last to rise. The others sat around the fire preparing breakfast. Mike handed her a tin cup of black coffee. Dean wore only white boxer briefs and Jennifer a white sports bra and white booty shorts. They looked like underwear ad models. Sara noticed Jennifer's slightly darker areola through the cloth and glanced at Mike to see if he'd noticed, but he was busy poking the fire. Without thinking, she glanced at Dean's bulge and clearly saw the outline of his penis.
The sun was up and the air was already hot so Sara slipped her over-sized T-shirt off and draped it over a log. If everyone was going to relax then she was too. Underneath she wore a sports bra like Jen but her bra was cut much lower in the front. Dean was sly but Sara caught him looking at her big tits. She'd put on her hiking shorts before leaving the tent and she left those in place. Mike was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts but seemed oblivious to the heat, as well as the scant attire of his companions.
“I'm still feeling the whiskey,” Jennifer joked. “I'm going to take a quick dip in the lake. Sara, want to join me?”
Sara looked at Mike.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Breakfast won't be ready for a while.”
Sara downed the rest of her coffee and left with Jennifer. Dean took her spot on the log and the two guys started discussing football.
The girls had gone a hundred feet when Jen spoke. “I apologize if Dean and I kept you awake last night. Whiskey always does that to me. I just had to have some.”
“No worries,” Sara stated, trying to sound confident, like she talked about sex with her friends all the time. “Mike and I got a little busy too. Must be the mountain air.”
Jennifer smiled. They reached the shore and Jennifer peeled off her top and stepped out of her bottoms and Sara once again studied her body.
No biggie, Sara counseled herself. Just like the girls at the gym.
But Jennifer was nothing like the girls at the gym. Jennifer's body was almost flawless. Sara followed the line that ran down Jen's back to her ass and then over and around to her long legs. As Jennifer turned Sara saw her perfectly bald labia with two tiny inner-lips, barely protruding. Sara caught her breath. Her eyes rose to Jennifer's large firm breasts and small stiff nipples. Tina was pretty but Jennifer radiated sex. Tina flaunted her looks and behaved like a slut but Jennifer was composed and classy. Surprisingly, Sara found herself attracted to naked Jennifer. Jennifer pretended not to notice. She folded her garments and swept back her long blonde hair and fixed it in a hair-tie. She felt Sara's eyes crawling every inch of her body and it thrilled her. She took her time and allowed it to continue as long as possible. Finally, Sara looked away and began to undress too.
The girls stepped into the warm water, the crunch of small pebbles beneath their feet. Sara felt the water relax her muscles. She carried tension without realizing it and recognized most of it was sexual. They floated in silence for a few minutes and then Jennifer asked Sara to rinse her back. Jennifer lifted her arms above her head, taking her long hair with her. Sara moved closer. The water ran down the tone muscles of Jennifer's back and Sara washed off the dust and grit, rubbing the flesh with her hands.
“Your turn,” Jennifer said.
Sara did the same, lifting her long brown hair up over her head. When Jennifer's hands touched her skin, she gasped. Jen's touch felt so good. Her fingers traveled across Sara's back, up to her neck and down to her buttocks. Jennifer sometimes kneaded the muscles and other times let her fingers drift across the skin in a light touch only a woman could appreciate. Sara closed her eyes. Jennifer was so much more feminine than Tina.
When Jennifer's fingertips brushed over Sara's ribs, she did nothing. Emboldened, Jen curled her hand around to the front and lightly stroked the underside of Sara's breast. Sara held her breath, hoping for more, and a moment later Jennifer cupped Sara's tit and brought her hand up over the curve, gliding across a nipple. Sara shivered and gasped.
“You like that?” Jennifer asked.
Sara nodded.
Jennifer moved her body against Sara's and cupped Sara's other breast. She pressed her warm lips to Sara's neck, trailing kisses up to her ear. Jennifer felt Sara's nipples harden against her palms. She continued to fondle her tits until she sent a hand down between her legs. Still paralyzed, Sara felt Jennifer split her labia and push a slender finger in. At last she was able to move and rotated her pelvis down on Jen's finger.
Jennifer finger-fucked her new lover until Sara's pussy gushed wetness, and then moved to a near-by boulder, where she sat and opened her legs. This was the moment of truth. Sara stood confused for a moment and then understood. Jennifer held still. Jennifer wanted Sara to do this all on her own.
Eat my cunt, you fucking bitch, she thought.
Her sweetest, most alluring smile curled her lips.
Lick Dean's cum out of me.
Sara struggled with her desires. She felt drawn to Jennifer but confused. Her sex with Tina had been opportunistic and centered around Randy's penis. This was so deliberate. She looked down at Jennifer's perfect pink pussy, wet and glittering in the morning light. It seemed to call to her, begging to be pleased. Her mouth watered.
With a moan she sank to her knees and fastened her mouth to it. Remembering the lessons from Tina, Sara pushed her tongue up inside her tight friend, instantly greeted with a hot salty flow. She understood immediately and goose bumps broke out across her back. As Dean leaked into her mouth, she lapped him up like a dog, licking his slippery fluid off her labia, her clitoris, and even from inside her.
Jennifer smothered a laugh. Sara's enthusiasm surprised her. She rested her hands on Sara's hair and gently guided her mouth and tongue all around her sensitive opening. She looked down between her legs at her hated enemy and reveled in the sight. Sara eagerly licked and sucked at Jennifer's pussy, savoring the strong male flavor, gulping down Jennifer's juices as well as Dean's manly seed.
Sara whimpered with an overpowering desire to please. Jennifer hooked a heel behind Sara's head and held the girl in place, leaning back on the rock, preparing to cum. Watching Sara eat her pussy was sweet revenge and completely unexpected. This delightful turn of events had Jennifer sailing through the clouds. When she first led Sara back here, she was sure Sara would panic and run. Instead she now feasted on pussy, working hard to make Jennifer orgasm.
Jen gripped Sara's head more firmly and ground her pussy into the girl's mouth. Dean seeped and Sara gobbled him up and that was the last thought Jennifer had before an earthquake slammed into her body and she writhed under Sara's oral attention. She clamped her jaw shut so as to not cry out and then flooded Sara's mouth with ejaculate; her's and Dean's.
Sara held on as Jennifer lost control. She kept her tongue working, doing her best to drive Jennifer over the edge. Even when Jennifer could take no more Sara followed her, licking and sucking. Only when Jen slipped off the rock and into the water did Sara stop her oral assault. Jennifer was left panting and weak.
“Holy Mother of God,” she murmured. “Christ, you're good at that. I never would have guessed you are into girls.”
“I'm not. You're my second. I have no idea what I'm doing.”
“The fuck you don't. I've never had my pussy eaten like that. Let me catch my
breath and we can head back to the men. Come here.”
Jennifer opened her arms and gathered Sara into an embrace, four big tits mashing together. Sara felt her heart racing against her ribs. Jennifer turned Sara to face her and kissed her softly, allowing it to grow into a passionate merging of their mouths and tongues. They made-out for several minutes as both girls kneaded and teased each other’s breasts.
“We can't breathe a word of this to the men,” Jennifer warned. “Dean is the jealous type. He wouldn't care that is was with a girl.”
“Don't worry, Jen. I won't tell anyone. I can't believe we just did that. I can't believe I just did that. What is happening to me?”
Jennifer got the impression Sara referred to more than just this encounter in the lake but held her questions for now. Dean would not actually care and in fact he'd like it, but Jennifer loved to watch Sara struggle with the guilt.
When they returned to the camp Dean and Mike still argued about which football team was better. Dean made eye-contact with the girls, keenly aware of how long they'd been gone, but Mike had no idea something was up. He fixed the girls a plate of freeze-dried eggs and bacon and took it to them.
After breakfast they broke camp and finished their hike, eventually making their way around to Dean's Jeep by nightfall. They threw their packs in the back.
“Stay another night or drive back in the dark?” Dean asked.
Nobody spoke. Jennifer waited to see what Sara would do. If Sara wanted to stay another night, she clearly wanted more of the naughty things they'd all been doing. If she wanted to bolt for the city, it meant Sara was consumed with guilt.
“We should get back,” Sara offered. “I have work to do before Monday morning. I'm sorry guys.”
Jennifer looked out the passenger window and smiled. She enjoyed Sara feeling guilt.
Poor little innocent Sara, she thought. All torn-up inside. Let's all drop what we want to help Sara get what she wants. You lied to get that job and then you lied again to get me fired. You turned my life to shit. But I'm back on my feet now and you are going to pay. You and everyone else that fucked with me. I'll get Dean to put a baby in your belly and watch Mike raise it without ever knowing the truth. I will laugh at you behind your backs.
Dean backed out of the spot and headed down the dirt road. When he hit the asphalt he made a right, heading for the freeway. The huge pine trees flashed by in the dark.
After ten minutes, Sara spoke.
“Is it too late to change my mind? It's so nice up here. I hate to leave. Screw work.”
Jennifer felt a thrill.
“No,” answered Dean. “I know of another campsite just ahead. We'll pull over and set up. Everyone cool with that?”
Mike and Jennifer said yes. Dean drove on another few minutes and then a sign announcing “Mary Jane Falls” appeared. He took the turn-off. He dropped the Jeep into four-wheel drive and left the asphalt, crawling and climbing over rocks and branches.
“Not quite as public a spot,” Mike observed.
“No, in fact pretty secret, but awesome. The waterfalls fill a big pool. It's really beautiful.”
For almost an hour they drove over rough road. The campsite was on top of a hill. They parked the Jeep and locked it and hiked down to the pool. A crescent of moon hung in the sky, providing just enough light to see shapes. They stumbled a few times on smaller objects but soon reached the falls. Dean had been correct; the sight was awesome. Three towering columns of water plummeted with a roar, filling the air with mist, which glowed from the moon. Jennifer wandered to the water's edge.
“It's warm.”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “That water travels all day under the desert sun. By the time it falls it's pretty warm.”
Jennifer faced the group. “I don't want to embarrass anyone, but I am dusty and dirty and all our stuff is packed away. I think it's dark enough I think I can take a quick dip and rinse off. If you want to wander away for a while that's cool. Like I said; I don't want to embarrass anyone.”
“I'm cool with it,” Dean admitted.
“Me too,” Mike said, a little too fast.
Sara looked around, gauging the light, deciding it was dark enough.
“Well I'm not going to be the only prude. If you guys don't care than I don't either.”
Sara and Mike moved to the side and Dean and Jen did the same a few feet away. Sara began undressing but Mike just stood there.
“Get undressed, Honey,” Sara said. “If I'm naked you have to be too.”
Mike looked over at Jennifer and Dean. Jennifer stepped out of her shorts and underwear and stood up. Mike gawked. Jen was so sexy, so feminine, he found it hard to look away. Dean lowered his shorts too and his big cock swung free. Mike swallowed.
“Okay, Sara.”
When Mike's shorts came down he glanced again at Jennifer and Dean. Both were nude now and entering the water. Sara followed them with a suggestion Mike hurry up.
Mike looked down at his penis. Dean was so much bigger! Mike rubbed his penis briefly, just to wake it up, folded his clothing and marched towards the water. He sank chest-deep as quickly as he could.
The two couples gave each other room, at first, but slowly floated closer. Dean asked Mike about a cycling trip he took years ago and Sara began a conversation with Jennifer about the office where they met. Jennifer had dirt on everybody and Sara was shocked to hear the secrets some of her former associates kept. The roar of the waterfalls caused them all to float closer to each other in order to be heard. The guys loved four big tits bobbing in their face, even if the dim lighting hid the details.
Soon they were clean and refreshed and swam for the shore. Dean and Jennifer boldly exited the water, walking up the gravel with self-assured strides. Sara tried to be confident but unconsciously hunched her shoulders as she walked to her clothing and Mike practically turned his back on everyone. Dean shook the water from his hair, causing his cock to bounce wildly, and Jen wrung her hair over a log. Neither seemed in any hurry to get dressed or even cover up. Sara calmed herself, determined to stop being that killjoy girl, and shook the water from her hair too. Bent over, she found herself once again staring directly at Dean's swinging phallus which, based on how large it remained, was apparently immune to the water's chill.
This time Mike watched Sara, waiting to see if she looked at Dean again. When she did, he felt a mild tingling at the base of his scrotum. An idea occurred to him and since he already had his shorts on again, he acted on it.
“Ha!” he yelled as he grabbed Dean's shorts away from him.
“Dude.”
Mike ran a few steps and waved Dean's clothing in the air over his head. Dean took a step towards him but then stopped.
“Brother Mike, this won't work; I'll drive home naked. Ask Jen.”
Jen nodded her head reluctantly. “It's true. Dean only wears clothing because society says he must. That boy's a born exhibitionist. You can't threaten him with nudity.”
All eyes moved to Dean. He stood unperturbed, fat cock hanging, fists on hips, waiting for Mike to give up. Sara couldn't stop herself. She ran her eyes up and down his lean and wiry frame, lingering twice at his dangling meat.
It's so big I have to stare, she thought. What woman wouldn't? The elephant in the room is actually an elephant.
She forced her eyes back to Mike only to discover he'd been watching her the whole time. Caught, she looked at the ground. The hurt look in his eyes told her she'd crossed a line and she'd need to talk to him about it later.
Mike tossed Dean his clothing as the game had not gone as planned. Dean dropped them on a rock, remaining naked for now, and Jennifer made no move to cover-up either. Sara followed their lead, moving around, acting casual, locating her sandals and chatting with her friends. She caught Dean looking at her a thrill shot through her.
Eventually everyone dried off enough to get dressed and climb the hill back to the Jeep. The tents were packed on top and were set up quickly. Mike was unusually quie
t and Sara knew she'd wounded him.
“Early bedtime for us,” she announced as soon as the tents were ready.
Dean and Jennifer looked surprised but said nothing. Sara entered the tent and Mike followed, closing and tying the flap behind him. Sara crossed her legs and wasted no time.
“I'm sorry, Mike.”
“For what?”
“For looking at Dean like that. For looking so long and so many times. I saw on your face that I hurt you.”
Mike shrugged. “I can't blame you, Sara. He's pretty big, right?”
Sara chose her words carefully. “I'm no expert. The only penis I've ever seen in real life is yours.” She hated to lie. She considered maybe this was the time to confess about Randy, but her gut told her no.
Mike continued. “He's much bigger than me.”
“Is he?”
“Sara, just stop. Don't bullshit me. You know he is. Is that why you stare? Would you stare if he was the same size as me? Tell the truth.”
“At first, just because it is a new one. But I understand what you're asking and no, I wouldn't. I'd glance once and lose interest. Please don't be hurt. I love your penis, Mike. I love how it makes me feel, I swear I do, but there is something fascinating about Dean's.”
“What, exactly?”
Sara struggled to define her feelings. His size drew her eye, but why?
Was it the lesson in pleasure Randy taught me? No, I was drawn to Jamul's before Randy. She pondered a long time before answering.
“Please don't be hurt,” she said again. Mike nodded. “And you have to understand I'm totally happy with you as a man and a husband and as a lover.” Sara felt a pinch of dishonesty at her words but Mike nodded again so she ignored it.
“But Dean seems more masculine. He's more manly. He seems powerful and in charge. His big cock gives him a physical presence that makes a woman take notice. I don't know where this is coming from but that big dick automatically makes him the leader, like our pack-leader or the chief of our little tribe. Does that make sense? Is this just a woman thing? Do you find it intimidating? If you do, maybe you're reacting to it as well, but in a competitive male way.”