I lost the coin toss, so I watched the fuck frenzy from behind. Ricki’s asshole was rotating, her asscheeks flaring as she leaned forward over Dave, stretching herself apart. Dave’s cock, sheathed in latex, shimmered with her juices. I looked down at my raging hard-on, wondering if it was possible to spurt without touching myself. I hoped not.
Ricki lifted off and got on her hands and knees. Dave mounted her doggy style. I kneeled next to him, hip to hip, and watched his thick cock plunge into her. It was the closest I’d ever been to another couple fucking. Ricki’s arms were outstretched, braced against the headboard, her teddy pushed up past her waist. I could see part of a fleur de lys tattoo, flowery and ornate, on her right hip, just below her waist. Her pussy was smooth and bare.
Dave moved his hands up her back and around to her breasts, small and round, perfect handfuls. Using his upper body strength, he pulled her upright. She turned her head and kissed him, his hands gripping her breasts as he fucked her.
Tentatively, I touched her stomach and moved my hand down her abdomen to her pussy. I could see Dave’s thick cock moving in and out. I gently clasped her labia between my thumb and forefinger and rocked, rubbing her clit. Ricki smiled at me and mouthed, “Yes.” I explored farther between her legs, around Dave’s cock, to his swinging balls. I grabbed them, cupping them in my hands. Dave lurched, and Ricki shot me a look. And then smiled, her eyes laughing.
Dave released her and Ricki bent forward. His thrusting got wild. Ricki was vocalizing, bleats and yelps that turned into barking in rhythm with the thrusts. Is there anything more erotic than the sounds of a woman fucking? Dave was on fire, his hard, muscular body slamming into Ricki’s hips. She gave as good as she got, pounding back, her asscheeks rippling. The odor was pungent, his sweat, the musky odor of her juices combining into a heady mixture. I knew that only a couple days before, Dave had been fucking me just like he was fucking Ricki. Only in a tent deep in the wilderness, not in a cheap motel room.
Dave roared and exploded, slamming Ricki forward as he pumped his load inside her, wave after wave of hot jism shooting into her womb. His cock popped out, and he fell on his back, covered in sweat and gasping.
Rolling up to her knees, Ricki pulled the condom off his half-hard cock and emptied the splooge on his stomach. It was a lot of splooge. She rubbed it in, pushing it around with her hands. “Davey, you’re a mess. Go get cleaned up while I make friends with Bobby,” she purred.
Dave rolled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom. Ricki pulled a condom on me. I was rock hard. “Don’t you want to take a break?” I said.
“Just getting warmed up.” She pulled me into her. We kissed, stretching out on the bed. Her arms went around me and her mouth found my ear. “Just what were you boys doing in that tent during all that rain last week?”
“Fucking. Just like Dave fucked you. Three, four times a day for a solid week, he tossed me around like a doll. You were great. I thought he’d break you.”
“Girls are tough. He’s not so bad.” We kissed again. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her asscheeks. She ground into my cock with her Mound of Venus and pushed me on my back. Settling on top cowgirl, Ricki guided my cock in. Leaning forward, her nipples brushing my chest, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. If it weren’t for that rubber, I would’ve exploded.
“Relax, enjoy,” she whispered as she rode my shaft, up and down, slow and dreamy, her fingers running through my hair.
Watching her ride my dick triggered a memory of the horn dogs, the two redneck assholes who stumbled into our camp wearing bib overalls and nothing else. “Something else, Ricki. A couple locals found us. We were fucking in our campsite and they sort of, well, joined in. We had a gay orgy.”
“Found you? In the middle of the national forest? Big guy and his brother?”
“Yeah, Ronny and Melvin.”
She made a face. “Those perverts got a three-county reputation, mostly for indecent exposure and molesting livestock.”
“Those cheap bastards? I’m way out of their price range. Don’t think for a minute that they found you. They tracked you. Were you involuntarily cornholed?”
“It’s weird. I knew them as a kid. They lived in Prince William two doors down from me until their family moved out here about twenty years ago. We’d go in the woods and jerk off and pretend-fuck. We picked up where we had left off. Fun, but creepy.”
“Did they rape Dave?”
“I distracted them. He sucked Melvin off, is all. What would’ve happened?”
“Rape both of you, steal your money, car keys and American Express, and assume you’d be too embarrassed to call the cops.”
Dave was back, one hand on his dick, the other cupping his balls. He offered nearly erect cock to Ricki. She took him in her mouth. It was too much. I knew his dick almost as well as I knew my own. Maybe better. Watching her suck and slurp, spit running down her chin while she rode me, pushed me over the edge. A minute later, Ricki had emptied my rubber on my stomach and I was sent to the bathroom to clean up.
After another fuck each and in less than an hour, Ricki was gone. We gave her everything we had, except for gas money to get us home.