Naked Delirium

by Sommer Marsden

  “Oh-oh-oh-oh…”

  Her body seemed to ripple. A fiery contraction around his cock, like being squeezed by a strong wet fist. Danny crushed his mouth to hers and came, sucking her tongue when she thrust it past his lips. His hands squeezing her ass so aggressively he feared he’d bruise her…but part of him secretly hoped he would.

  He’d like to see his fingerprints on her silken skin.

  They stayed there for a moment — breathing hard, coming down off the orgasm high. When he kissed her, Wren grinned and pumped her fist in the air, making her train noise gain.

  “Wooo-woooo! Allllll aboard…”

  ♦♦♦♦

  They met Kara on the trail by the waterfall. After hiking for hours, and discussing possible job ventures when school finally ended, Wren had convinced him to take a quick run-through to get clean. They were sweaty and dirty and smelled like sex — which wasn’t bad — but the day was flying by and soon it would be too chilly to get wet.

  “I can see your ass!” Wren shouted, laughing and whooping like a cowgirl.

  Danny shook his head, marveling at the still surreal nature of her hands-on, sexual, horny ways. But she was clear and lucid and just thinking about fucking her again gave him a hard-on. It wavered for a moment when he hit the opaque white rush of the waterfall. It was cold — unbelievably cold — and it was forceful. His foot slipped on a rock and he started to wobble but a hand shot out and grabbed his bare ass.

  “Careful,” she said.

  His brain double clutched and he thought, of course, it was Wren. But how had she gotten here so fast? She ran fast, he knew that from their morning jogs at school, but not that fast.

  Then his synapses made the connection and he turned to see a dark haired, petite girl with huge green eyes. She was grinning at him. But more importantly, she was buck naked, her pretty nipples jutting out in the cold deluge.

  “It is so fucking co…!!” Wren stopped short as she emerged from beneath the deluge. Then she smiled at the dark haired girl. “Hi!”

  Danny was pretty sure this was a dream. Or a hallucination. He’d wake up soon right? Because this was becoming something of a porn movie. All they needed was for the pizza delivery guy to show up.

  “Hi,” the girl said. “I’m Kara. It seems best to start with that, seeing as…you know…all the nudity.”

  And then as Danny watched, open mouthed, clearly aroused in front of two nude women, as they shook hands. How far gone was he that just their hands touching almost made him cum?

  “I’m Wren. And I don’t mind the nudity.” Wren was shaking and her lips were blue. Her teeth chattered in an adorable but alarming way and she stepped against Danny, mashing her cool wet body to his cool wet body. She wrapped herself round him, inspiring a jerk of his already stiff dick and said, “Can we get out now?”

  “I have coffee. And a small fire. There are three designated spots you can camp along this trail. And only for one night. I snagged one,” Kara said.

  “You’re lips are blue, too,” Danny said conversationally.

  She smiled.

  He thought she had nice lips. He wondered what it would be like to see them on his cock.

  You didn’t even take the drug you ass. Maybe it should be called the pervert express…

  But the thought was legit. Wren squeezed his hand and he caught her look. She was staring too — at the girl’s plump lips — and he thought she might be having the same filthy visions. When Wren reached out and fisted his cock he jumped like she’d burned him.

  “Let’s go warm up,” Wren said, and literally tugged him gently along by his hard-on.

  When he glanced at the girl Kara, she was blushing but forthright. Her amusement seemed to overshadow any shock she might be feeling. If she was feeling any at all. Kara smiled at him and he concluded…No. No way.

  “Never say never,” Wren whispered to him as they hurried out of the rushing downfall. “I want that girl.”

  His heart leapt.

  “And you too, Danny,” she said, cold wet lips to his ear.

  That time his blood leapt.

  They sat, huddled around the small fire ring, drinking really bad coffee as the sky purpled into dusk.

  “So you’re doing it solo?” Wren said, moving a bit closer to the fire. A bit closer to Kara.

  “Yep. I broke up with my no good ex and decided my break was my break and I’d do something bold. Maybe stupid.” She laughed and her bright white teeth flashed in the yellow light.

  “Have you ever tried Sugarshuttle Express?” Wren asked.

  “That dried root stuff?” Kara shook her head. “Nope.”

  “Want to?”

  “Nope.”

  Wren tossed her head back and laughed. Danny smiled. He liked Kara. Even if she didn’t want to do what they wanted to do with her, he still liked her. It was a no harm, no foul situation as his father always said. No harm in asking. No harm in being told no.

  “Fair enough.” Wren warmed her hands over the blaze.

  The girl shrugged. “But I would like to kiss you. I don’t need drugs for that.”

  Danny blinked and there it was again — the ever present magical hard-on. He rubbed a knuckle over the solid ridge in his pants, not really caring at this point if anyone noticed.

  “And you,” she said, eyeing him soberly. “Don’t need drugs for that either. I’d consider it to be…” She winked. “Part of my journey. Everyone should have a journey. Right?”

  He fought the urge to shake his head to clear it and nodded at her question instead. His automatic fear had been that he was hearing things. Until Wrenny — his gorgeous Wrenny — leaned over and planted a soft, eager kiss on Kara’s lips.

  They both sighed and Danny feared immediate cardiac arrest. Pink lips melded with pink lips and Wren’s small hands came up to nest in Kara’s dark wavy hair. Then blonde locks kissed chocolate locks and it was a flirty dance of girl lips and soft hair and small sounds.

  He watched mesmerised as Wren moved her lower body closer to their new friend, and her long legs uncoiled for a moment to propel her.

  “Come closer,” she whispered to him and that was when Danny realised his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he hadn’t been breathing.

  “Yes, Daniel,” Kara said, for that was how he’d introduced himself. “Come closer.”

  She put out a hand to him right before Wren pressed her lips back to the girl’s mouth and while Danny watched, still paralyzed, straddled her waist, pinning Kara to the blanket they’d all been sitting on.

  He moved closer.

  Wren was rocking her hips, making little surges of energy with her ass and thighs. She whimpered softly and he knew — just knew — she was getting the friction on her clitoris she needed. He remembered her wet plush cunt and the sounds she made when she came and fuck…what it was like to be inside her.

  He moved closer still. Feeling only mildly foolish and a lot brave. His hand threaded with Kara’s and she squeezed. Wren continued to rock even as Kara broke the kiss and tugged him to her waiting mouth. Wren laid her head on the girl’s shoulder as she undulated, sparking little moans from Kara as she did. Every moan was deposited softly into Danny’s mouth as his tongue stroked hers.

  And then Kara found his cock with her small, new-to-him hand and squeezed. He’d never wished for a pair of jeans to burst into flames or disintegrate more than he did at that moment.

  “Take these off,” the girl said.

  “Yes, take those off,” Wren echoed.

  Danny fumbled with his button and his zipper. So this was what it was to be wooed by sirens. The whispering echoed commands. The nearly violent urge to obey and to kiss and to fuck and to touch. Danny empathised with the sailors lost to the allure of witchy women.

  He pushed his jeans down as something in the fire popped, causing a fl
are of demonic yellow and orange light.

  “I think you need to put it in Kara,” Wren said, eyes shining. She’d dropped to the blanket to yank off her own pants and Kara was almost bare already.

  He blinked. It was like the world’s best magic trick — quickly disrobed women.

  “You do?” Kara asked, but she was already tugging Danny in for another hot wet kiss, wrapping her cool soft hand around his shaft.

  His hips jerked up eagerly to meet her groping hand and he had to force himself to breathe so he wouldn’t pass out.

  “I do. He’s good. We fucked in the ferns earlier. Heh. Fucked in the ferns…” Wren sighed as she plucked one of the girl’s tiny pink nipples making Kara shudder. Then she pinched the girl’s other nipple and Kara bit Danny.

  His dick jerked with the pain and he found himself pushing her back. He pushed her and she went with it, lying back so her face was pointed toward the now dark sky and the firelight tattooed half her body with color. She parted her legs and Danny moved to touch her but Wren made a sound.

  “I think you need to let me make sure she’s really wet,” Wren said, pushing her face down between the girl’s parted thighs.

  And there it was again, his mouth was dry, his ears ringing.

  Wren set about licking the girl like a scoop of ice cream or a lollipop or whatever clichéd comparison you wanted to employ. Either way, she took her slippery pink tongue and painted the girls pout with it. She drove it between slickened folds and lapped at the tiny blushing pebble of Kara’s clitoris until the girl’s hips shot up and her fingers moved to restlessly pinch at her own hard nipples.

  Danny gripped his dick hard, as if he were controlling it, but dared not move his hand. If he moved he feared he’d screw himself over…literally. So he watched with his hand on his cock, fire in his belly and blood humming in his veins. He could feel his pulse in his temples. Hear it in his ears.

  Wren pushed her fingers into Kara, fucking her slowly with her seeking digits, licking diligently and sucking gently at the small knot of flesh that needed it most. Kara came with a gasp, pushing her hand into her mouth to keep from being very loud. Danny didn’t know if it was so they wouldn’t be heard by other people or by curious animals.

  It didn’t matter because Wren sat up and smiled at him, her face a wet smear of the girl’s slick juices. She leaned over, kissed him once and whispered, “She tastes really good, Danny. Now fuck her for me.”

  Wren’s hand encircled his cock for an instant. She rested her hand just above his fist. And then she squeezed. Danny moved between Kara’s pale thighs and felt the plump, glossy skin — lubricated by Wren’s sweet mouth — with the tip of his cock. He steeled himself and entered her, very slowly. Watching her face.

  When he was in, Kara said, “Oh…!” on a sigh like he’d surprised her. The flare of her hips shimmied as she rocked gently from side to side and Danny began to move. Her cunt was plump and molten and he bit his lip to sharpen his focus. Having Wren’s eyes on him as he fucked this girl in the firelight wasn’t helping his control. Her bright eyes were intent and as he buried himself balls deep inside Kara, Wren moved in fast and kissed him, her tongue dancing over his, tasting of musky female pleasure.

  He moved a bit faster, gripping the girl’s hips in his hands to keep her from moving too much. When she wiggled like that, his mind shut down. But Kara foiled his plan by bringing her legs up and opening her pussy wide to him. Every warm lush bit of her kissing his pelvis, his cock. Even the smell of her filled his head and he thought he might simply melt into the ground. Burn up from the goodness of this moment.

  “Get up here,” Kara said.

  He was confused, but only for a second. It was Wren she was addressing and, as he watched, Wren moved her lean body up higher on the blanket, kneeling to straddle Kara’s head and the dark halo of hair that surrounded it. Kara gripped Wren’s thighs, hurrying her movements along, whispering, “Move lower. I’m going to cum soon.”

  And Danny knew that when she came, he’d cum. The rippling contractions of her tight wet pussy would leave zero room for abstaining. He hiked her hips up a bit higher and let himself sink into the blissful soaked velvet feel of her. Until Wren lowered and he saw Kara’s tongue seeking, seeking and then finding the wet folds of his best friend and now lover.

  He bit his lip again to bring that sparkle-shock of pain. He couldn’t cum. Not yet. He wanted to see this. He needed to see this. This was what late night masturbatory fantasies existed of but he’d have laughed at anyone who’d suggest it would ever come true.

  Kara held Wren’s thighs tight even as she thrust up eagerly beneath Danny. He moved in conjunction with their movements, relishing the magical heat between her legs and the sight in front of him. Kara released Wren to pull desperately on her own nipples, stretching them taut before releasing them as she moved up under him. But her mouth was a shiny blushing pink blur on Wren’s pussy and Wren was moving gently from side to side as she perched on her knees. She looked like she was dancing, Danny thought. Her hands roamed slowly from her flushed tits to her belly to her hips and then back up.

  She opened her eyes to him and leaned forward enough so that as he fucked the girl and she received Kara’s ministrations they were face to face.

  “I’m going to cum, Danny,” she whispered and kissed him. Their mouths pressed together with the girl caught between them.

  Unlike Kara, Wren shouted out her orgasm when she broke the kiss. Her head tossed back, long blonde hair shimmering around her. She came and the sound of it — the bigness of it — set off a chain reaction.

  Kara took up her chant of gently stifled cries again, soft and almost undetectable. When she came it was a soft fluttering of flesh on flesh, her silken pussy milking his erection so hard and so suddenly that he had no choice. Danny came too, gripping the blanket in his squeezing fingers with the ferocious force of it.

  When Danny stopped convulsing, he (more than a little reluctantly) pulled free from Kara’s satiny wet grip. His cock was still offering up little silky strands of cum, and both he and the girls looked at his slowly slackening organ as it shone, wet with its coating of sex syrup in the fire light. He shook his head and smiled with utter disbelief at all the pleasure his overindulged organ had received today, while Wren studied every nuance of his cock with the same innocent fascination she had studied the ferns.

  There was silence but for nature and the fire and then a tangle of bodies. Eventually a tangle of mostly sleeping bodies. The three of them smashed together in a misshapen heap of sleeping bags and soft snores. But not Danny. He watched the fire, glad he hadn’t taken the Sugarshuttle Express.

  He hadn’t needed to anyhow. He was reaping its effects and beyond that, he was thrilled to realise it wasn’t causing Wren’s attraction to him. Just facilitating it.

  ♦♦♦♦

  In the morning, they left Kara as suddenly as they’d found her. A final cup of coffee and shy goodbye kisses and then they set off, hand in hand down the broad trail. The sun was up, the clouds almost non-existent, the sky that blue shade that only comes with the dying summer.

  “So, what did you think about them apples?” Wren asked, chuckling.

  “You still high?”

  “It’s not high,” she said, shrugging. “It’s normalcy…amplified, with all the shit cleared out. All the white noise.

  If that makes sense. Those ferns we fucked in?”

  “Yeah?” He turned suddenly, kissing her, grabbing her ass and hauling her to him before she could finish. Wren fell into the kiss, her tongue a seeking heated length against his own. She ground her pelvis to his growing member. When he pulled back she sighed contentedly.

  “Those were the greenest ferns ever. The sweetest grass. The softest earth.” She grabbed the hard ridge of his shaft and squeezed. “The hardest cock.”

  He grunted and they turned back to the trail. The
re was no rush to finish this walk. School would be there next week and they had time. Danny tested his newfound bravery and trailed a hand through her swaying hair as they walked. His fingers dipped down the curve of her back, tickled below the waistband of her faded jeans.

  “So it’s just better. Not different.”

  “Exactly.”

  They walked in silence for a bit, nothing but the sound of their boots on the trail. Parts of it were very well worn, parts of it barely navigable. As with anything in nature, it was unpredictable.

  They rounded a bend to find a huge outcropping of rocks. Boulders on boulders looked to have been set up as tinker toys by some benevolent giant. They reminded Danny of a pyramid made of orbs instead of points.

  “Fuck me, wow…” Wren breathed, pointing. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Me either,” he laughed.

  “Climb with me,” she said, dropping her pack at the base and finding a crag to stick her foot in before he could even answer. He watched her ass flex and move beneath her snug jeans and offered a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of asses.

  Danny dropped his pack and set after her, trying to maneuver himself so he followed her to make the ascent easier. Half way up he found a place where he needed to change course. The foothold for her boot was way too small for his.

  “Come on slow poke,” she said, laughing. She waited for him at the top, staring over the edge, golden hair around her face.

  “It’s hot,” he said, sweat rolling down his face and under the collar of his tee.

  “It wasn’t until we started doing actual physical labor.”

  Something soft fell on his head and he grabbed it quickly. Her pink tee, damp with sweat, smelling of sweet woman and laundry detergent. His cock twitched.