Pussy Pie

“So, exactly where are we headed to?” Tim asked, watching the round asses sway just ahead of him. They had been walking through woodland for at least 15 minutes, following a barely used trail. The car was left on the side of a dirt access road, apparently just inside the property line.

“Oh, we only have about a half mile left.” Jess answered, “There’s a small river and a campsite my brother and his friends used in college.” She glanced back at him and couldn’t help admiring Loquin’s taste in men. He was tall and broad, standing about 6’1 and his weight was probably double hers. Although big, he seemed compact, as though no area of his body was wasteful. His limbs were graceful, their movements purposeful. She glanced back to Loquin and saw her friend was smiling.

Tim stopped, settling his pack on the trail. “Sorry girls,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “There is a bug tickling the shit outta my back.” He removed the thick material, and felt his back under the collar of his gray T-shirt.

She had noticed his features earlier when they had stopped for s’mores and beer (s’mores for the girls, who stated that they were essential to any camping trip; the beer for Tim, who made the same argument), but hadn’t really studied them. Of course, while standing in his living room her vision never wandered past his waist.

His hair was dark, cut short, and stubble of the same shade covered his jaw. His eyes were a rich brown, very unlike her own amber-colored. She was reminded of the tones of tree trunks at sunset, when the fading light adds detail and depth. His facial features were strong, from his sharp brow to his square jaw.

His lips were his best feature, Jess thought. He always seemed just of the verge of smiling. Pulling his hand into view from his shirt, he did just that. His merry lips revealed a row of perfect teeth as he held the large beetle between his fingers. After pitching the bug into the underbrush, he pulled the ends of his shirt from his pants and gave it a good shake.

“Making sure nothing else wants to camp out on my person,” He explained while his movements revealed the dark skin of his stomach and a large triangle of dark hair on his chest. Jess’s face heated as she realized he had noticed her staring. She shyly avoided his eyes as he lifted the heavy pack onto those huge shoulders. “Continue, we shall.” He suggested in a perfect Yoda imitation.

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Two hours later, he was setting up the tent and campfire while the girls gathered extra wood. At least, he hoped they were still doing that as he had not seen them in at least 20 minutes.

Despite the fact that the site had not been used in at least two years, it wasn’t difficult to clear. The dead branches and pinecones where thrown into the small fire pit, while any rocks uncovered made a parameter for the fire pit. With a sharpened Military shovel that had once belonged to Loquin’s grandfather, he deepened the fire pit and removed the grass from around it. Finding that one of the logs in the clearing had rotted through, he located a fresh trunk and replaced it. He was stacking some pieces from larger bits that he had broken when he heard Loquin cry out.

He grabbed the shotgun from where it leaned against the tree next to their tent. The sound came again from the west and he darted toward it. He spotted the two bundles of thick sticks and heard the gurgling of the river, where the two had gone to fill a bucket of water for the fire. He heard her voice again and smiled as he slowed, that was not a noise he wanted to greet with a shotgun.

The river was indeed small, barely worthy of the name. It was deep though, maybe four feet where Tim stood. He didn’t see the girls and it took him a moment to find where the trail had turned. He followed this trail for a few yards before he noticed the girl’s clothing on the branches. He could hear Loquin constantly now and squatted to view under the thick canopy of leaves.

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I slowly wake to his touch. My thoughts slip beyond the fog of dreamland and back into my warm bed. I lay on my stomach, arms tucked beneath my pillow,legs straight and angled wide. His hand cupps my roundass on its slow, caressing trek from my thigh to my shoulder blades and back again.

That familiar heat was welling inside me, blushing across my thighs with each pass of his calloused palm. I squirmed beneath his touch, each wiggle bringing his fingers closer to the swelling lips, twitching clit, and spastic muscles of mypussy.

The thick blanket slipped over my t-shirt and skin, the cooler early morning air sending a shiver over my exposed lower back. His weight shifted and the length of his body slid against mine, taking my shorts to my ankles and exposing my excited flesh to the moonlight.

I spaced my knees wide on the bed as he settled his weight between them. Rays of light from the almost-full moon gleamed on my pale skin, causing a muted glow of flesh in the semi dark room. I arched my back, knowing my best feature was on display to him; and below the round cheeks was a more amorous sort of flesh, glistening with thejuices of my desire.

“God,” He whispered, large hands fondling my ass, his thumbs angled to stroke the dry sides of where I wanted him. He pushed my puffy outer lips together, trapping my excited nub between them My breathing up to now had been deep and catching, interspersed with low moans and murmured declarations; it became now ragged and desperate as my body quivered and tingled under his ministrations.

He lowered his upper body, weight resting on his elbows and face level with my wetness. Warm breath fanned over my pussy and I moaned deep in my throat, pushing my swollen flesh at him. He slowly brought his lips toward me, hands gripping my thighs, and tickled the edges of my need with his tongue.

“Please…” I moaned, pushing further back and trying to capture his unseen mouth.

His face pulled away from me, and I felt a warm breath before the tip of wetness found the edge of my small strip of hair the length of his tongue spread over my clit, through my folds and delved deep into mycunt.

I bucked against him, the moans in my throat a higher pitch. My hips rocked and gyrated spastically as electricity shot from his mouth into my clenching body. My fingers clutched at the bed, and my elbows came beneath my shoulders to hold higher my writhing torso.

Gripping my legs tighter and turning his head to the side, my lover darted his nimble tongue over the drenched length of my desire. His hair and beard tickled the sensitiveskin on my spread thighs. His lips moved over me, sucking my clit and spreading kisses between my folds. His tongue darted at the opening of my cunt, sensuously reaming the clenching muscle.

The building tension gripped at my body; relaxing slightly, only to tighten with the next jolt of pleasure. The air was filled with my gasping breath, low moans and abrupt cries of pleasure. My hips bucked spastically, my body rocking forcefully against his face.

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Tim felt like the luckiest man alive.

If you had been with him last weekend, he probably wouldn’t feel that way. Then he would have had to share. After all, that’s only polite.

The weekend had started out boring enough, as he had brought his work home with him to finish the big project over the weekend. He wanted a chance to review the presentation with his boss, AKA Big Shit, before the clients were met with on Wednesday. This was the biggest proposal of the year and he really didn’t want to screw it up.

But then Loquin came home. And she brought a friend.

She wasn’t supposed to be home this weekend. There was a big exam or something of the nature in a science class, and she had a huge paper due in one class or another. She had informed him on Tuesday of that. She was behind, having too much fun being a college kid. Having too much fun with her friends.

When she breezed into his house, he was walking around naked, hitting the high points of the presentation with a pen in his mouth and a bright yellow legal pad in his hand. He had dropped both and was hugging her tightly before he noticed that Jess was standing just inside the door.

She smiled at him, showing a row of perfect teeth that matched just about everything else on her person. “Hmmm, I’d enjoy a hug like that too.” Loquin shifted her body to provide her with his left side, which she pressedher slim body against firmly.

Feeling his face redden and his cock hardening, he disengaged from the two gorgeous women. “I should put some clothes on.” He walk in what he hoped was a dignified manner into the bedroom that he and Loquin shared. “Be right back.” He called over his shoulder.

Loquin’s voice followed him, “Grab your boots, we’re going camping.”

Tim shut the door soflty and leaned against it to collect himself. He sighed and hoped the promise in the air wasn’t a figment of his imagination. That there really was two veryhot young women standing in his living room, speaking to each other in a language he couldn’t understand.

Loquin wasn’t your average college kid. Not only was she beautiful at 5’5 and 105, she was slender and softly cut. He imagined someone of Michaelangelo’s genius sculpting the woman she was to become while still in her mother’s womb. Her hair was red, her eyes a sharp green, her skin white and clear as fresh milk. She was also one of the most intelligent women he knew, studying for her Master’s at 21. He had met her at 16, two months shy of graduation from high school, and had to keep himself in check for the next two years while she fucked everything that he was but his body. Her voice had led to passionate dreams, her movements to quick masturbations in bathrooms so he could look at her with a straight face. He was four years older and, in her eyes at least, wise and mature. She never realized that she brought out the stammering, clumsy teenager he had been.

If Loquin was perfect, Jess was a very close second. Like all of Loquin’s friends, she was gorgeous. And like most of Loquin’s friends, she was exotic. Shorter, just as slender, she was a deeply tanned Puerto Rican with a gentle accent, a lovely face, and an exquisit body. She was to finish her studies in two years, then teach third grade. Tim figured this was because third-graders were the only students that were smaller than her, but big enough for her not to be employed as a baby-sitter.

He sighed again and was relieved to see that his cock had subsided in its urgency. He quickly grabbed the clothes that were needed. Shorts: check; blue jeans: Check; Warm socks and shirt: Check. He had to search under the piles of clothes that covered the carpet before he found his hiking boots: Check.

Striding confidently out of the room, he asked “Do we need flashlights…food…water…any of that good jazz?” Tim made his way into the living room, only to find that the two hotties had stopped their conversation and wereentangled from the lips down on his couch.

He cleared his throat loudly and silently thanked God, Buddha, Allah or whomever else may have put him in this particular situation. This was going to be a great weekend.

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“Oh my God, He’s used silk.”

I try to pull my arms to a more comfortable position by my sides, but the softness that encircles my wrists keeps my hands together and far above my head. The same softness, dark blue or black I think, encircles my head, keeping my eyes from glimpsing the sunlight that I can feel on my bare shoulders. I adjust my right arm, feeling the gentle heat move lower to warm mybreasts under the sheet.

I kick my right leg gently, causing the smooth cotton to uncover one of the small hills. My nipple perks instantly, wanting to be greeted properly by your hand or your mouth on what it assumes to be a fine spring morning. My feet are free, and I position my legs closer together, my thighs seeking each other like frightened children in a thunderstorm.

“Now, Now.” You say gently. My body twitches with surprise and I try to stifle the gasp in my throat. How long have you been there? I feel the warmth of your fingers on my toes and my legs open slightly of their own accord.

“That’s better.” Your voice is praising, now questioning. “You do remember the Rules?”

The hand pauses on its journey past my ankle. My body tenses and you know that I remember. The light touch moves to my calf. My knee. My thigh. “I own you.” You gentle voice is firm as the sheet slides away from my feet. “You are mine.” My left nipple quickly mimics the sharpness of her sister as the soft cover slides away.

Your fingers continue their travels to my hip. My body concentrates on the sensations. Four points sliding in a slow circular pattern, tickling their way forward and backward, first sharp, then broad. They search out the bare flesh just north of the bone and slither sideways across the edge of the cotton. The skin prickles and my muscles quiver. I smile in spite of myself.

You voice a small sound of approval and I feel your breath on my skin. Your tongue leaves a moist trail across my stomach and downwards. You are leaning over me with both hands on my hips, holding them still as my quivers slow and the suppressed laughter transforms to moans deep in my throat.

Then it’s gone. My flesh tingles along the moist skin and I listen for the sounds of your movement. There is a rasp at the foot of the bed. I feel the weight of your knees between my ankles and your palms on my shins. You let the sheet move up with your fingers stopping mid thigh to let the back of your hands have a downward feel of the inside of my legs.

I feel your weight shift and know that your back is straight and you are staring at me. I sense your eyes burn their way over my thighs, leaping over the sheet that is now bunched across my hips, slowly gazing at the curve of my stomach and the mounds of my breasts.

Suddenly I feel your hand on my breasts, covering them fully. I imagine the look of your dark skin against my own milk-white covering. You pinch my nipples, first lightly, then hard pulling and twisting them. “You like this, don’t you?” You state in an amused voice as you pull my nipples hard. I can only answer with a moan, the pain of my nipples only making me more aware of the wetness between my legs.

You lean over me to replace your fingers with you mouth. I feel the hardness of your cock just above my knee and moan with pleasure. “Please…I need…” I gasp, almost growling as I beg you. I try to move further down. I try to put mywet pussy as close as possible to you, but the silk holds me in place.

You pull you head away from my now-aching nipples. “You’ll be begging mush louder before the morning is over.” You promise. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?” You pause and let my moan answer. “I’m going to give you just a little of my cock, I’m going to make you scream for it,” You slide you body upwards until your cock is resting against my wetness through the sheet. “I’m going to fuck you verrrry slowly, and when you get to the point when you just have to cum….I’m going to stop.”

I moan, almost desperately, wanting your cock now. I can feel my juices soaking through the sheet, wetting just the topside of your throbbing cock. My clit aches in response to you words and I gyrate my pelvis against you.

“But not right now,” You back away from me, sliding off the bed. The room is silent except for my ragged, pleading breathing. I hear your movements to my right and feel your cock against my cheek.

“That’s a good little girl,” You say as my heads turns to face your cock. My lips part almost of their own accord and the head of your cock fills my lips. My tongue darts to and fro, exploring the soft texture of your skin.

Without warning, you thrust forward, filling my mouth with throbbing meat. My jaw is stretched almost painfully as the head of your huge cock prods my tonsils. I moan around you, my mouth now as wet as mypussy.

The sound your are making mimics my breaths of moments ago. You thrust harder and I try to stretch my throat to accommodate you. I feel your balls hitting my chin and cheek as I moan around your cock. “Yeah, that’s it baby, suck that cock. Your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy.” You pant, “I’m going to cum down your throat.”

My hips are moving involuntarily. I’m so close myself. I’m moaning and mumbling around your cock, begging you to fuck me. You grab my head in your hands and thrust harder, gagging me, bending my tongue around you as I lick where I can.

Your hand slides down my face, over my breast, pulling on my tender nipples. Your own soft moaning matches my muffled moans as your hand slides under the sheet to tickle my wetness.

“Hmmm, you seems to like this,” You say approvingly. “Do you? Do you like having a hard cock shoved down your throat. Your fingers brush my clit and I utter a small scream and you shove your fingers into myswollen pussy. I’m so close; I want to cum all over your fingers.

I feel your cock tense and twitch. Suddenly my mouth is filled with your cum. I try to swallow it all and hold your still throbbing cock in my mouth, but there’s too much. You pull back slightly to let my throat work and I can feel a drop of wetness slide down my cheek.

You pull your cock and your fingers from me. I am aching for you, my pussy wet and swollen, my lips and tongue swollen from their exertion. “Please…” I beg again. Feeling a soft cloth wipe the wetness of my spittle or your cum from my cheek.

I hear your bare feet moving across the bare floor and the click as the door opens. “Shush, my little slut,” You say, “we have all day.”

The click of the bedroom door tells me that I am alone.

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The rock would have made a perfect bed if it was padded, or a perfect table had it been flat. Only a foot separated the edge of the high end and the water. It sloped evenly down to the water, hiding the edge under the ripples. Loquin lay facing him, her expression one of part ecstasy, part pain.

Tim could hear her moans between gasps of breath. Her back was arched and her knees spread. Her muscles were quivering, her toes curling and her hands clenching the flat surface. She lay low on the smooth surface, feet just skirting the water’s edge, toes pointing toward him. The reason for Loquin’s moans obscured his view of herpinkpussy.

Jess was half-submerged in the shaded water, the outline of her body blended in with the pigment of the boulder. Her deeply tanned shoulders contrasted sharply with Loquin. Her slender arms snaked over her friend’s soft skin, tiny hands reaching for Loquin’s breasts.

Tim felt his skin tingle as his blood rushed to fill his cock. He drew a ragged breath, moving on shaky legs to the trunk of the large maple that shadowed the bank. He released his cock as he leaned against the rough bark. His shaft was throbbing, pre-cum leaking from its tip. The thick veins pulsed a roadmap along his shaft, and his balls ached with need.

Loquin’s athletic hips were grinding her wet pussy into her friend’s face. Her breasts shook with each breath gasped into her lungs and her nipples blushed a blood red between Jess’s nimble fingers. Her face was flushed, the sweat beading on her temples and upper lip. Her muscles strained in endless rhythm, pushing her proud, elegant little titties into eager hands.

Tim eyes felt drawn to his girlfriend’s face. Her features were tight, her expressions morphing in ecstasy. He felt his balls tighten in response. He loved her expressive face, especially in this state. Her lips were curved up, then down; now clenched and bitten; now open wide in a scream. Her nostrils flared, her eyes flashed in pain, pleasure and surprise.

Jess brought dark, slender fingers down Loquin’s tight belly. They traced a path over her friend’s ribs and toward her navel. .She gently tickled the tender skin below the pale girl’s navel. The dark head moved sharply and Tim recognized the half-laugh, half-pained scream that had brought him running. Jess was nipping at Loquin’s clit while her fingers teased what was probably the most ticklish area of the tiny redhead’s body.

His cock throbbed and his balls ached as Loquin came closer to her sweet finish. He watched as Jess trailed her fingers down the thigh that had become pink from exertion. The tanned shoulder shifted, giving him a perfect view of theshaven, swollen pussy that was juicing a puddle onto the stone.

Slowly Jess teased her fingertips over Loquin’s thighs and around her center, barely brushing the wetness that gasped for them. Her two fingers meandered up one swollen lip and down the other before slowly slipping into thetight, gasping muscles of silk.

Her moan of pleasure altered into a panting, pleading cry for release and Jess returned her full lips to the convulsing girl’s clit. Tim felt his balls boil and his cock jerk as her spurted several streams of semen onto a large maple leaf. His eyes closed and he sighed, listening to Loquin’s increasingly shrill cries. Her orgasm was not far off. Tim raised his lids to admire the usual intensity of her release.

She bucked and flailed, her muscles clenched and unclenched. Her body twisted and squirmed, her toes curled only to spread. She screamed and groaned, trying to both clutch the soft face tighter to herspasming pussy and to buck the soft mouth away. For her part, Jess was hanging on for dear life.

He waited until the long orgasm (and his cock) subsided before arranging himself for presentation. The girls embraced, passionately pressing lips and entangling tongues as they slid into the cool water. He let the blush fade from Loquin’s skin before stepping onto the trail. The girls were splashing and giggling in the flowing water as he removed his shirt.

“So, Ladies. How’s the water?”

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