by Goforth, Jim
Scarlett broke the fevered mouth contact and brought her mouth close to his ear, her hot breath tickling him, causing strands of his hair to dance in its breeze.
“Figured out what else I came here for?” She whispered.
“I have a pretty fair idea,” Seth answered, his hands sliding along her back, keeping her body measured against his.
She leaned backwards, propping herself on him, still deliberately grinding herself up and down on his burgeoning erection, and if it had anywhere to go it would have been literally throbbing and jerking of its own accord. She removed her hands from his back, sliding out from under his jacket and bringing them down to her waist, slowly but surely trailing them over her body to the centre where her button and zipper were located. Smiling lasciviously as she did it, her face still shrouded in shadows, but visible enough to Seth’s eyes, accustomed to the dusk, she unfastened the button of her pants and unzipped them.
Now she stood up swiftly, and still with those fluid movements making her look sinuous and blatantly sexual all at once, Scarlett slithered from that second leather skin, shoving the garment down the smooth planes of her thighs.
With his own thighs freed temporarily from the hot grip of her legs clamping his, Seth didn’t hesitate to fumble for his own belt and zipper, rushing to unleash his pulsating cock. With her pants pushed down to just under her knees, Scarlett kneeled on the grass before him, the naked skin exposed by her unveiling pale against the black of her clothing and her eager fingers clutched his jeans in tandem with his scrabbling efforts to be free of them. She tugged at them with a fervour that was surprising and intensely arousing as well, not that he needed any further assistance in becoming aroused; his throbbing organ already felt as though it wouldn’t have much trouble drilling its way through a solid slab of concrete, should for some reason that bizarre request be made of him.
His jeans and boxers came down his thighs with relative ease once his clumsy fingers managed to get his belt, complete with its numerous spiked studs, wide open and his zipper safely down before his cock sprang free. He lifted his butt as Scarlett yanked his clothing down and then dropped back down into the grass, feeling stalks and leafy matter against his skin, fleetingly hopeful that a stray stick wasn’t under him and about to go up his ass.
With that done, Scarlett crawled up him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust, her lips curved in a wicked smile, a hand momentarily reaching down to caress his hard penis as she progressed, the brief touch of her fingers enough to flare titillating thrills through him.
“I see somebody doesn’t exactly require any oral stimulation to get ready,” she teased as she kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Not exactly, no,” Seth conceded. “But I’m sure as hell not averse to the idea of you providing oral stimulation.”
Scarlett touched a finger to his lips.
“Maybe next time. We probably should make this one a quickie. Hard and fast.”
Seth had no problem with that. The way his loins were feeling right now, it was going to be a quickie regardless of whether they were outside in the cool night air of Blackwater Park or back in the Kathaarian suite hidden from any potential voyeuristic eyes.
The way she had her pants, not quite down all the way or off altogether, made Seth question how this was going to work, but he really only had to have that query in his head for the sliver of a second; Scarlett already had this planned out.
She pushed her hands against his chest and forced him backwards, and he went with the flow, laying prone on his back in the grass, the stuff still pricking and tickling his bare ass. She slithered right up his body, her breasts rubbing against his face for a brief moment, covered by her tight black shirt, but still enough to cause another jerk of excitement from his penis. She continued slipping upwards though, dragging her lithe sexy form right up his prone figure until the moist heat of her pussy was sliding over his face. Quite deliberately, she wiggled her hips as she did this, thrusting against him ever so briefly, and then she was off him, entirely.
“Come on,” she urged, and twisting his head around, grass tangling in the long waves of his hair, Seth saw her on all fours in the grass just above the top of his cranium, glancing back over her shoulder. In a heartbeat he was hauling himself up onto his knees in the grass, forcing the tangle of his boxers and jeans down just a little further to give himself a fraction more freedom of movement, then he moved quickly on his knees across the ground coming up between her splayed calves.
He assumed that like him, she too needed nothing in the way of oral stimulation, so he shifted in even closer and felt the delightful heat radiating off her, touch his cock as he did so. With both hands caressing and squeezing the inviting globes of her bare pink inverted heart ass, his erect organ came into contact with the wetness between her thighs, and as it slid in her slipperiness, it jutted upwards, the engorged head gently prodding against the tight pucker of the rosebud between her ass cheeks.
“Might be an idea to save the back door entry for another night,” Scarlett advised with a throaty chuckle, and the mere suggestion that she wasn’t entirely ruling out the possibility of engaging in those activities some time almost caused Seth to shoot his load all over her back. Fortunately for him, he didn’t, or the quickie would have just become a non-event, and he sure as fuck didn’t want that embarrassment. He wanted to be buried inside her deep, enveloped snug in that tight, hot, slick tunnel.
Reaching down, he grasped his shaft, and altering trajectory, guided himself into the inviting wet folds, eliciting a moan of approval from her as he entered and then glided right into her. She thrust back against him almost instantaneously, swallowing him up in her, and now he returned both hands to the oscillating curves of her buttocks, gripping them with the same fervour she’d displayed removing his clothing as he began to stroke, hard and fast as she’d suggested.
The mere notion that the pair of them were essentially out in the open, despite being shrouded in the shadows of multiple trees, and vulnerable to being subject to the vision of anybody else who wandered away from the main hub of musical activity, was fraught with a nervous excitement that heightened both the pleasure and the urgency, and Seth fucked Scarlett with a vehemence to match that urgency. She responded in kind, slamming her ass back against him, and their individual noises merged together in a soundtrack of sex, underpinned by the rhythmic slap of their naked flesh connecting rapidly.
It was the classic epitome, both in terms of the speed it was carried out and the duration it lasted. The furious motion of her ramming herself back against him, driving her ass back hard to meet his thrusts and engulf his slick organ each time he penetrated deep yielded a shuddering shaking climax from him in very little time and, as had been the case last night, the onset of his ejaculation brought forth her own orgasm. Her slippery wet passage constricted its muscles in a firm grip around his spasming erection as he shot hot bursts of release into her, and he gripped her right around the waist with his arms as he kept pumping into her to ensure she wrenched maximum enjoyment out of her own climax, kissing her between the shoulder blades until they eventually both stilled their frantic movements.
Releasing his tight hold from around her waist, Seth straightened up again and reluctantly started to withdraw his still rigid cock from her. Temporarily, she clutched her vaginal walls around him, holding him trapped inside for a short period in an impressive display before she relaxed the muscles and allowed him to retract himself. His penis, still aiming skywards, was shiny and wet, liberally coated in a mixture of both of their fluids.
“Probably should have pulled out before I came,” he remarked. “Now you’re going to have to walk around with sticky panties. Didn’t think that one through.”
“If you’d pulled out before you came I would have bitch-slapped you good and proper,” Scarlett came back with. “In case you hadn’t noticed, that very moment when your love gun went off, was what kicked my orgasm into overdrive and I wouldn’t have wanted it goin
g off any other way than that. Besides, didn’t you notice how many extra napkins I grabbed from the hamburger stall?”
“Ah, some devious plans were already afoot, were they? I saw that, I just assumed you were a hell of a messy eater and were getting yourself prepared for maximum spillage.”
“Ha-ha! You might want to watch out or that bitch-slap could still be coming your way. Oh, there was maximum spillage all right, just not from the food.”
Seth figured he could probably do with some of those napkins himself, the thought occurring to him belatedly as he struggled to tug his figure back into his boxers. Sticky and slippery, his hard length was having a difficult time being put away, but he managed, following the effort by pulling his jeans back up and straining to zip up. Scarlett was up in a crouch now, attending to the aforementioned spillage of Seth’s deposit and her own juices with a handful of the napkins, and he was momentarily captivated by her nude buttocks, before returning his eyes to dressing himself properly.
As he did, a flicker of furtive movement in the dense thick of the bushes and trees across the path from where he and Scarlett were, caught his attention. He froze for a second, the swollen head of his cock still prodding out the top of his garments. He heard an accompanying rustle, spotted more motion down there, and then as his eyes landed on it, this activity suddenly ceased. As if whoever, or whatever, was there realised the eyes of Seth were upon them, acknowledging that he and Scarlett weren’t so alone.
Quickly, he forced his stubborn erection down into his boxers at an awkward bent angle, pressing its hard sticky figure against the silk fabric. Now that the physical act of sex was over, the illicit thrill of being caught or witnessed in the furious throes of outdoors fucking that drove a heightened pleasure through Seth while he serviced Scarlett from behind was replaced by something more like alarm. At this point, having somebody potentially loitering in the scrub either watching them after fucking, or having watched the whole brief frenetic encounter, was neither sexy nor a turn on; it was infinitely creepy.
He stepped in front of Scarlett, hunkered on her haunches with her luscious bare ass still on display as she finished clean up duty, so his figure obscured any vision of her from whatever unknown voyeur might be lurking in the bushes. As he did so, very plainly announcing to the creeping peeper that he was aware of their presence, there was another rush of movement and then a rustling crashing through the foliage, the person rapidly moving away, departing the scene.
Seth turned around to see Scarlett had pulled her thong snugly back up, her pants as well and was pretty much dressed. He was considering not even making mention of the obvious spectator, now vacating the area at haste, but she clearly heard the brief burst of departing noise.
“Oh, had an audience did we?” She wondered with a crooked smile, fastening the button of her pants.
“Looks like it,” Seth conceded, not sure how he felt about the whole deal, remembering that whilst he’d been buried deep inside her hot, slick tunnel, her wondrous ass cheeks clutched in his hands, that he’d been completely beyond caring.
“Hope they learned something,” Scarlett grinned, and then stooped, hoisting up the case housing the Blizzard Beast. She didn’t appear concerned in the slightest and Seth supposed he shouldn’t be either. After all, what was the most they would have caught a glimpse of? A few snatches of Scarlett’s fine ass from behind before she crawled up over him and presented herself on all fours and then a handful of minutes of Seth’s thrusting bare butt? With them in dark pools and clusters of shadow, there wouldn’t have been a great deal of visibility of much of anything, and well, if the few flickers of moonlight that managed to stretch their fingers down through the tree canopy were sufficiently able to highlight Seth’s pale ass, so be it. Aside from the fleshy sounds of their bodies slapping together and the assortment of sexual noise elected from both partners, the scene was hardly a pornographic movie in lurid technicolour for the voyeur in the bushes to derive much from.
Seth hooked the handle of Mother North’s case and lifted it up, feeling the weight of the instrument and the additional weapons located inside, strain at the muscles in his arms. After the frantic lovemaking, his whole body felt relaxed to the point of being weak, and having to lift the case aloft and cart it around wasn’t exactly top of his favoured things to do. Given the opportunity, he would have much preferred stretching out alongside Scarlett and the pair of them having a nap. Here, in the dark surrounds of Blackwater Park’s garden and treed area, which seemed to be the least likely event that would be occurring. Especially with the possibility of skulking perverts.
The way Scarlett immediately went to pick up the Blizzard Beast seemed to indicate their time here was done, there wasn’t going to be anything like a relaxing smoke afterwards, sitting in the relative peaceful tranquillity here, and Seth guessed the thought of a voyeuristic peeper skulking in the bushes was incentive enough to make a move away from the region.
If her arms were as shaky as his from the energetic romp, she didn’t exhibit any signs of it in raising the guitar case. Which was fair enough, he supposed. After a transient lifestyle of moving from place to place lugging whatever belongings she possessed around, that was no real surprise. She was deceptively strong and he supposed the members of Biblebasher discovered that to their painful chagrin last night. Neither one of them had yet made any mention of that incident, obviously being the catalyst for the death metal band pulling out of the festival. Seth mulled over it as he and Scarlett left behind the scene of their fervent fucking and wandered back down onto the path.
He figured he would make mention of it before they were swallowed up in the uproar of noise, the incessant crowd blasts of laughter, shouting, and cheering melding in a raucous soundscape with an assortment of different death metals, and that would be soon enough.
“So, the band that just happened to drop off to make room for Plaguewielder,” he said to Scarlett as they left behind the dark of the wooded areas and approached the outskirts of the Park’s metal festival community. “Biblebasher. Coincidence that they pulled out, or do you reckon last night had plenty to do with it?”
“Damn, I would have taken Biblebasher to be the sort of big tough guys who get into loads of fights the night before a gig, maybe a lot worse than that, and still front up to play,” Scarlett flashed a radiant smile, mirth lurking in their eyes. “Although, given what those two assholes apparently like to think they can do to girls and get away with, I’m not overly surprised they are just pussies at heart.”
“Therefore, you unwittingly managed to remove Biblebasher from the bill and granted us a free pass inside,” Seth said. “Or did you actually conjure up a plan to take them out of the equation on the spur of the moment?”
“I’m offended!” Scarlett retorted, with a mock expression of outrage. “Are you suggesting I deliberately made a ploy to remove Biblebasher and that pack of assholes from this fest just to get Plaguewielder in the door?”
“What do you two know about why Biblebasher dropped off the bill?” A new voice joined their conversation and glancing across to his left, Seth saw Dax falling into step with them, materialising from who knew where. The blonde guy’s eyes were narrowed, a penetrating stare of query encompassing both Seth and Scarlett.
“Nothing much in particular,” Seth responded quickly and vaguely, unnerved by the sudden appearance of Dax. “Just kicking around a few theories.”
Scarlett just raised an eyebrow and said nothing, taking Dax in with a perfunctory sideways glance.
“Yeah. Sure. I see,” Dax grunted. “Aside from that, what have you been up to in your exclusive little club of two?”
The bitter sarcasm literally dripped from his voice, his tone acidic and deliberately loaded with innuendo. Seth already knew his friend didn’t need to pose that question to know exactly what he and Scarlett had been up to, it wasn’t a mere coincidence that the erratic blonde metaller emerged from out of nowhere.
Sure as hell not lurking in the
bushes trying to perv on others fucking, that’s for sure, he said to himself. Which you already know about.
“Not really your concern..,” he started to say, already resenting the fact that he knew it was irrefutably Dax who’d come crashing out of the bushes, re-joining the main section of the milling crowds and so forth before Seth and Scarlett could catch him hiding there, but Scarlett beat him to it, her blunt answer rolling over his words practically before they’d exited his mouth.
“Just went for a feed and then a fuck in the woods back there,” She said. “Why?”
The frank admission stunned Seth, but he felt a bit of a thrill course through him at her open honesty and desire not to bother hiding anything or suggest anything other than what they’d done. The relative lack of reaction, bar a darkening of Dax’s face and a brief scowl slithering across it, indicated to Seth that he was right on the money assuming it was his friend who was the lurker in the bushes. If it hadn’t been him, then surely his response to that reply from Scarlett would have contained a larger measure of shock than it did.
“No reason,” Dax quickly grunted, averting his gaze from Scarlett’s suddenly piercing eyes. “Just figured you might have been keeping your eyes peeled for any of the others or these Undead Fuckers. I haven’t seen jackshit sign of anybody or that fucking band. I’m thinking this is all a bullshit waste of time. And what’s more, Black and the others didn’t even make it inside. Starting to think they either ditched us or got their asses busted by the cops or something.”