Holy crap, I'm getting stripped naked in the forest.
Don's clever fingers unsnapped her bra from behind and Jake pulled it away, baring her large breasts. Both men growled in appreciation. Jake lowered his head to Ellie's left breast. His tongue flicked out and traced the areola. Ellie's gasp was swallowed by Don when he tilted her head back so he could kiss her from behind.
Jake's tongue swirled round her nipple and Ellie shuddered against Don. Her thighs clenched, pants getting damp.
Still kissing her, Don started to peel her leggings down, his hands brushing bare skin wherever he could find it. This had to be too much, surely? Naked breasts in the open forest were one thing but going buck-naked? That had to be where she drew the line.
Jake gently bit her nipple and banished the last shred of Ellie's self-restraint. To hell with propriety. She fell into their eager arms.
Somehow Jake had managed to shed his t-shirt while suckling Ellie's nipple. His chest was almost smooth, with just a dusting of fair hair over the cut muscles. Broad shoulders rippled as he took Ellie's weight in his arms, lowering her onto the forest floor. Don stood over her, stripping off his own shirt to reveal a muscular chest and a six-pack that would make a bodybuilder weep with jealousy. His chest hair was dark, a soft shadow over his pecs, trailing down into his trousers.
Ellie's mouth went dry.
Jake finished what Don had started, pulling off Ellie's riding boots one-by-one so he could peel away her leggings. He kissed the arch of each foot as he freed it, tracing her instep with his tongue.
Don dropped to his knees, crouching over her. His mouth found her right nipple and sucked hard. Delicious heat flooded through her, all the way down to her aching sex. She arched backward, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. With him crouching over her, her eyes were directly in line with his groin. She could see the outline of his large erection, stretched firmly against his trousers. Reaching out she brushed it with her fingers. Don bit her nipple harder and she moaned. That glorious chest was stretched over her as he suckled her nipple but it wasn't enough. She wanted to see more of him.
Cool air caressed her sex as Jake pulled her pants down. A single finger touched her aching pussy and creamy heat rushed to her core.
"You're already so wet," he murmured and Ellie heard the appreciation in his voice.
Jake thrust a long finger inside her and Ellie threw her head back. Don swallowed her shout of delight while his fingers continued to work her nipples, gently pinching and twisting until she was writhing beneath him. Fire blistered across her skin. Jake nudged her thighs wider apart and crouched down between them.
"Lovely," he whispered.
Held captive by Don's possessive mouth and ruthless fingers, Ellie could only moan. Jake crawled between her legs until his face was almost touching her pussy. Anticipation clenched inside her. His tongue touched her and she jumped and moaned. Jake chuckled, his breath hot against her swollen lips. His tongue swept over the folds of her body, tasting, exploring, then plunged deep inside where she was hot and wet and aching. Ellie dug her fingers into the soft ground, fingers curling round handfuls of dirt and leaves.
Hot pressure thundered through her belly, pleasure coiling tight and hard. Jake alternated between long, sensuous licks up and down the seam of her body, and deep thrusts of his tongue. Ellie's whole body was shaking, strung out and blazing with arousal. Don was still rolling her nipples between his fingers while his tongue ravished her mouth.
It was too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure. Ellie felt like she was going up in flames. Jake's tongue flicked hard against her clit, she screamed as she exploded, her hips thrashing against his face. The forest faded out for a shattering moment.
When she came to her senses, she was limp and panting. The men had switched places. Jake was kneeling over her but he was no longer clothed. His rigid cock jutted out above her face. Between her legs Don was also naked, his cock, huge and curving, standing proudly to attention.
Don leaned in to lick her cunt, tasting the cream of her orgasm. His tongue sizzled against the sensitive flesh and Ellie moaned. He crawled up her, covering her soft, plump body with his long hard one. When he kissed her she could taste herself on his lips. The fat head of his cock pressed against her, then he roughly flexed his hips, sliding into her slick heat. Ellie shrieked as he stretched her, filling her to capacity. He was almost too huge, his cock a rock hard length sinking endlessly inside her. Don gripped her hips with both hands to hold her steady while he started thrusting. His strokes were long and powerful, scorching her body, and jolting her along the ground. The feeling of being stretched so full was almost too much. Ellie clung to Don's shoulders, her breath coming in moans and shouts. Heat poured through her, that sweet pressure building again. Don's breathing was harsh in her ear, his eyes slits of concentration while he pounded into her.
Ellie screamed and Jake was there to steal her screams into his own mouth. Her legs trembled, toes curling into the leaves. She was strung out so tightly. So close to the edge.
Abruptly Don pulled out of her and she whimpered in protest. His strong hands flipped her over, dragging her bottom into the air so she presented herself to him. Face down on the ground Ellie could only shiver. Her body, swollen and slippery, yearned for him.
Jake lifted her head and pulled her closer to him so her face was in his lap. His cock was slightly shorter and wider than Don's but still bigger than anything she'd ever taken in her mouth. She touched it with her hand first, hesitantly, aware of Don prowling behind her, watching. Jake's eyes glowed as he watched her. Ellie lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned, the muscles in his thighs twitching. She grasped his thick shaft with both hands, stroking up and down while her tongue trailed over the smooth crown, licking the little slit at the top and tasting the salty beads of pre-cum that gathered there. Jake shoved his fingers through Ellie's hair, his body trembling.
She heard Don drop to his knees behind her and take hold of her hips, angling her bottom higher in the air. Don thrust inside, his huge cock searing through her. She moaned around her mouthful of erection. Jake's hands came round to her breasts, stroking and pinching her nubs while Don slammed into her, over and over again.
Her screams were muffled around Jake's cock, the vibrations causing him to gasp and moan. One hand left her breast and tangled back in her hair, urging her to take him that little bit deeper. She sucked him in until his length bumped the back of her throat. Another bead of pre-cum slid down her throat.
Behind her Don was picking up the pace, his hips slamming against her with shattering thrusts that spiked delight through every part of her body. She couldn't take much more of this deliciously savage pounding. Her whole body was taut and trembling, pressure building, building, building. Orgasm bore down on her like a tidal wave. She started to shake, heat licking her whole body.
Jake cried out and stiffened against her mouth. The jet of his release hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it down. Don's rhythm was faltering now, the motion of his hips getting rougher and more frantic. He was close.
White-hot pleasure smashed into her, shattering the world, and reducing her to a screaming, writhing mass. Don thrust a couple more times then gave a choked gasp and poured himself into her.
Ellie sank onto the ground. Her frantic breathing fluttered leaves away from her face.
"Ellie?" Jake stroked the hair off her face. "You okay?"
"Peachy," she managed to whisper. She was amazed her vocal cords still worked after all the screaming. Dimly she was aware of Don planting a gentle kiss on each of her buttocks. "So, I'm guessing that part of the Galloping Acres experience isn't included in the brochure?" Ellie said and Jake burst out laughing.
"That's an experience we saved just for you," he chuckled.
Ellie made a noise like a purr. Triumph surged through her as she remembered all of Monica's cutting remarks. They seemed so petty now. Maybe Ellie was the fat girl but the fat girl was
the one that had just had the best sex of her life.
Don's hands slid round her waist, pulling her into a sitting position. He turned her to face him. "We don't have to be back at the lake yet," he said. His eyes blazed with dark promise.
Ellie realised what he was saying. He wasn't done with her yet. Judging by Jake's growing erection, neither was he. Ellie didn't think she could take much more. The last orgasm felt like it had shattered her apart and she still wasn't sure all the pieces were back together. Her head was foggy and light, floating on a post-coital cloud. But she didn't protest when Don pulled her into his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. His cock, already stiff, nudged against her.
"Do you want to taste more of what Galloping Acres has to offer?" Don whispered.
Ellie looped her arms round his chest and lifted her hips. Don growled low in his throat, a primal noise that shot straight to where she was already wet and swollen. His fingers gripped her bottom, lifting her higher and positioning her. Then he brought her down and impaled himself in a single stroke. Ellie screamed.
"Ride me, Ellie," Don groaned, sinking back down amongst the leaves.
Ellie planted her hands on the solid muscles of his torso and did as he asked. He felt even bigger from this angle, impossibly huge. Fire pulsed deep inside her and she picked up the pace, her slick sex pumping his cock.
The heat of Jake's presence slid up behind her and she felt the hot head of his erection nosing around her buttocks. She slowed her pace, coming to a pause so Jake could position himself. He spread her buttocks with his hands and rubbed his thumb over her small hole. Ellie shuddered. Don was tense beneath her, waiting for her to ride him again. Jake set his cock against the second entrance to Ellie's body and gently began to push against the warm resistance. Ellie yielded to him, leaning further forward so her body opened more to him. Jake slid inside and she was full to the brim. She couldn't move as fast with both men inside her but Jake found a steady insistent rhythm that fitted with her riding Don. A trio of gasps and moans rose up into the air, startling nearby birds.
Jake's strong arms locked round Ellie's waist as he rocked into her. Don still had tight hold of her hips, pulling her down harder onto him. Every thrust coiled that building orgasm tighter and tighter, fanned the flames hotter and hotter. Her throat was raw from screaming. Before today she hadn't thought it possible to take this much pleasure but she was close to the edge again, her body bracing for the erotic impact.
Then Jake's hand slid down between their writhing, sweaty bodies. He took her clit between thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.
Ellie exploded, her body thrashing against Jake's chest as she rode the massive waves of orgasm. Don roared and yanked her onto his cock a final time, holding her still while he erupted inside her. A split second later she heard Jake's stifled cry in her ear as he thrust hard into her and came.
They collapsed into a gasping, sweaty pile among the leaves and soil. Sprawled across Don's chest, Ellie was still seeing stars, still feeling the delicious aftershocks rippling through her body.
"That was--" She couldn't think of words to describe it.
"Long overdue," Don said.
"We've been trying to get you alone since you got here," Jake added, kissing the back of her neck. "And don't think this is the only time we're going to do this."
His words were a promise that made Ellie shiver with anticipation.
"There's a forest trail we're taking everyone on tomorrow. It won't be hard for the three of us to slip away for a bit."
Ellie sighed, snuggling tighter against Don's chest and enjoying Jake's warm presence behind her. "You know, a girl really could get used to this."
She was looking forward to the rest of her time at Galloping Acres.
Flesh for Fantasy
© Lexie Bay
I can't concentrate today because I am seeing her tonight. The thought makes my pussy wet. I crave her flesh, the smooth pale curves of her body. She is my obsession, my carefully guarded secret and she is filling my head with filthy thoughts about what I will do to her later.
My boyfriend thinks we are just friends. He doesn't know how much I yearn to be in her arms, how I ache for the contrast of her soft body as he holds me against his hard muscle. She isn't his type; he likes his women like me, boyish and skinny with no bum and tits that are only just a handful. Sophia is the opposite of me. My hands glide over her curves, fingers disappearing into the folds of her flesh, always a different place to explore as she moves beneath my touch.
My phone heralds the arrival of a text and I grab it. Please let it be from her. My need to be with her is bordering on insanity and I want to know that she is thinking about our evening together as much as I am.
Hey beautiful, I'm counting the minutes until you get here. I've got a treat for you later; I'm going to give you a makeover.
I smile because she wants me as much as I want her. I know this deep down but I hunger for the reassurance her words give me. No one has ever taken the time to woo me with words like she does, no one has taken the time to find out what I like and then turn my fantasies into reality. I am desperate for the evening to come.
I've dressed up for her tonight; my prettiest bra which tries valiantly to give me some semblance of cleavage and a tiny thong. Sophia wears beautiful French knickers, with frills and lace and satin. A thong would be lost in the abundant sweep of her sexy buttocks but she likes to tug mine to one side, the floss of lace the only thing between my lips and hers. She answers the door and I'm lost in her embrace as she holds me. I breathe in her warm, musky smell and she pulls me into the living room.
"God I've missed you Zoe," she says pushing a large glass of white wine into my hands. "I've been thinking about you all day. I'm totally behind in my new routine, the rest of the girls were getting completely fed up with me by the end of rehearsal."
Sophia is a Burlesque dancer. This means I get to see her milky white curves spilling out of divine corsets, her creamy thighs adorned with stockings and suspender belts on a regular basis. Her home is a cornucopia of vintage prints, feathers and pictures of beautiful women. She is Hollywood glamour and retro beauty made real, living and breathing in front of me. She must have just got back from practice because she is still wearing a dusky pink corset with matching knickers and fishnet stockings underneath a frilly tutu. She is taller than usual in a pair of sky high heels that accentuate the turn of her ankles and make her legs look very sexy. I pick up a feather boa that she has discarded on the sofa, wrap it behind her neck and pull her towards me, her full lips too irresistible not to cover in kisses.
Sophia moves away and takes both my hands. I want her lips on mine again but she is smiling. "Come into the bedroom; your treat's all set up. I'm going to pamper you before I fuck you."
My pussy clenches at her words, the harshness at odds with her beautiful, innocent face. I like to hear her talk dirty when we fuck, like to hear her tell me how I turn her on, what she wants me to do to her. I watch her pretty mouth as the words tumble out, fuck me, lick my pussy, I want your fingers inside me; and it makes me so wet for her.
I let her lead me into the bedroom and she sits me down on a chair that she has positioned in the middle of the room. Her makeup is spread out on the bed, bright colours in pretty packaging. Sophia is always trying to get me to be more adventurous with my makeup and tonight she is obviously excited to see me all dolled up.
She kneels in front of me and slowly removes my t-shirt. I'm embarrassed by my flat chest and try to cover myself but she shakes her head, her laughter infectious as she tickles me to keep my hands away from my body.
"Let me look at you, Zoe. You know how much I love your body."
"Not as much as I love yours," I reply, my fingers skimming over the smooth flesh spilling out of her corset. She is warm and soft and I cup my hands over her ample curves. I am torn between looking at her in her beautiful underwear and an overwhelming desire to see her naked, to suck a rosy nipple into my mo
uth as my hands wander amongst the folds of her body.
"Ah-ah, not yet baby. I have plans for you tonight." She undoes my jeans and motions for me to stand up so that she can remove them. "That is a very sexy thong," she says, stroking her finger over the scrap of material and I feel my pussy tighten again, a gush of warm liquid soaking it. Sophia smiles as she smells my desire.
"Sit back and relax. I'm going to make you even more beautiful than you already are."
I give in to her request and let her do what she wants with me. I watch her as she rubs something cool and wet into my face. It smells like rose and I breathe in letting the soft fragrance relax me. Sophia's face is only centimetres from mine and it is so hard to stop myself kissing her. Her lips are full and pouty, a soft sheen of dark pink lip gloss making them look wet. They remind me of her pussy and again mine responds as I picture kissing it, my tongue sliding across her wet slit. I love to hear her moan when I go down on her; watch her face as she gives in to my tongue.
I can smell her face powder, a hint of rose, of moisturising cream and Chanel No 5. She smells how I imagine the Hollywood starlets would have smelled back in the days of Marilyn Monroe. Her red hair frames her beautiful face, the retro curls in stark contrast to her pale skin. I marvel again at how someone as beautiful as Sophia could be interested in plain old me. She makes me feel like a teenage boy, my body so different to hers. I covet her Rubenesque figure and her ability to make all the boys drool with her tits and arse.
She smoothes foundation over my nose and my cheeks, her cool fingers trailing over my lips. I kiss the tips of them. "Keep still," she laughs, stroking my face to blend the ivory liquid into my skin. She takes a step back to admire her handiwork and I see her eyes travel down my almost naked body. I can see the lust in her gaze and it gives me a thrill to know that she is thinking about fucking me, just as I am thinking about fucking her. This makeover is exquisite foreplay, her body so close, her breasts in my face, her legs between my thighs as she fusses around my face, touching up the base with concealer until she is happy with what she has done.
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