Chapter 4. #2
Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that stunned Sheila, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.
There was a man, stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a table, surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the voluptuous Sharon Miller, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the table.
Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Sheila, and both of her hands were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's bushy groin.
Sheila would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Sharon lovingly caressing it in her hands.
It was almost as if the naked Miller woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface.
She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.
"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Sheila found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Sharon's hand stroked up and down its thick length.
The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis into her mouth.
Sheila told herself it was wrong to be spying on Sharon like this, but at the same time she had an interest in knowing the family of Tommy's girlfriend.
And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Tommy and Patty again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible.
Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching Tommy fucking his girl. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene -- a scene that would justify her arousal.
Sharon was mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large white breasts were sensually swaying just above his jerking penis.
She moved lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her softly firm breasts in place of her hands.
The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust-hardened staff with her tits.
In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that she was performing over the man's idol-like phallus.
The man had a fixed smile on his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up so far that it scraped her chin.
Sharon backed away for a moment, laughing teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing head.
For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Sheila's eyes, and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to herself, the vile and crude sexual play before her.
She knew she should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight.
She had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life...
and she wanted to see all of it... because it was exciting her beyond measure.
The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of Sharon's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood-filled length of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny drops of semen had appeared.
It was as if she was whipping the hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over with her warmly glistening saliva.
When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten animal, she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick tip of his moistened penis was slowly slipping between her opened red lips, entering the warm cavity of her mouth.
She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice-cream cone.
Gradually, she began taking a little more of its thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and -- at the same time -- had her hand wrapped around its thick base, pumping furiously up and down.
Then Sharon suddenly did something Sheila wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
Moaning loudly, Sharon slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire long length of the man's wetly glistening cock into her throat.
Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface.
Then with a rhythmic motion, her head began rapidly sawing up and down on the man's cock, her tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous force.
With her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that grew more intense with each passing second.
Sheila's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating vagina.
Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, being careful to keep Sharon and the man in clear view.
Then, just as she sat on the pine needle covered earth, another man came into sight from around behind the tent.
Sheila almost jumped up again, but she stayed put when she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the party.
He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his hairy groin was a half-hard penis that to Sheila looked even bigger than the one in Sharon's mouth.
"Don, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and you two start fucking without me!
" He looked unhappy as he came around the table to stand behind Sharon and the man he had called Don.
Sheila was amazed as the man on the table only laughed, while Sharon, her mouth full of Don's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back at the newcomer.
"You can pump it in the other way, Steve," Don said between grunting laughs, and Sheila felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized what the man on the table meant by his statement.
The standing man, Steve, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of the table where several bottles of liquor were placed. Sheila was horrified to see Sharon spreading her legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence.
She was still kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on Don's long hard cock.
Steve picked up a bottle of clear liquor, Sheila couldn't tell whether it was gin or vodka, and he returned with it to stand once again behind Sharon's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over Sharon's sloping back.
Sheila held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep shadowy crevice dividing her buttocks' cheeks.
But Sharon moaned pleasurably around the thick cock in her mouth, and Steve, laughing cruelly, poured even more of the liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins.
Sheila trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how she could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what Ray intended to do.
Turning his back to Sharon, he knelt down on the ground and leaned over backwards until his head was up between her wide-spread thighs, and with mouth open, he licked the silver drops of liquor that was clinging to her reddish pubic hair.
My God, he's going to kiss her... There! Sheila thought as she stared at the trio of naked people. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, but she knew that it was happening and making her own body burn with extraordinary intensity.
Steve didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Sharon spread her knees out wider until his voracious mouth was pressed into the soft flesh of her booze-moistened cunt.
With the first touch of his hot lips against her tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the sawing cock in her mouth.
Immediately, Ray's moistly quivering tongue flicked out into the perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her quivering white thighs pulling her closer still.
His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her supplely globular buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain better access for his lengthy tongue.