Out of the Dark Wood Ch. 01

"You want to be careful who you call 'boy', ma'am." Jack said, turning toward her at the fire, his skin glowing golden. He felt comfortable enough to try a little joke. See if he could discomfort her.

"I noticed you have a damn nice all-over tan, Jack. I should have realized..." breathed the short redhead. "Are you black?"

"My dad was black, my mom was white. I'm mistaken for both. I'm used to it."

"Like Obama, then," said Annie. "I voted for him!"

"I don't talk politics or religion, or race for that matter, with anyone but my closest friends, ladies." He was beginning to feel almost normal again. Despite the strangeness of the last hour it was as if they were starting over in getting to know each other. He'd had this familiar conversation many times with new women friends.

"Well, you've built a good fire here, Jack." Said Cheryl as she reached to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. "We'd better put it to use." Annie took her cue from Cheryl and stripped down the same, following with her hiking boots and shorts, too. They draped the wet clothes over the nearby brush to dry. Jack guessed they no longer saw him as a threat. It looked like the 'conversation' would be non-verbal. Jack realized Cheryl was not going to lose her cool again. And neither was he. He'd meet her halfway. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted.

The dancing fire turned the women pink. Their flame red hair began to dry and spread in clouds around their heads as they stood near the heat and turned slowly to warm all sides. He was reminded of the Dryads of earlier in the day. The differences in their bodies were masked in the light of the fire. He noticed for the first time the cascade of freckles that lay across the women's faces and ran down across their breasts. Two pink, hot and soft females slowly spun as on a rotisserie by his fire, getting baked. Well, his mouth watered. He might as well shuck off his own shorts, too, as that was all he had on anyway.

He hung the shorts on a bush and moved close to the fire. Its heat was like hands on his body, was like breath, like tongues. He watched them watching him and his pole rose. He was not embarrassed this time. They were not afraid. The women offered themselves to him, dancing. He embraced Cheryl first, gently turning her in front of the fire. As she passed before him eclipsing the flames he suddenly felt cold. He pressed his stiff member against the soft, warm flesh of her buttocks and wound his arms around her, pulling in tight. Her felt her breath fill her chest, pushing her full breasts against his encircling arms.

Across the fire Annie watched, her eyes sparkling. She moved slowly now stroking her own body then spreading her arms toward the sky and throwing back her head. Jack saw her white breasts taut and offered to the fire. He watched her as he moved his hands across Cheryl's round belly and tenderly trailed his fingertips along her pointed hipbones. From there he tickled them down the crease at each side of her mons, slowly teasing toward the copse of red fur there. She pressed back into him and reached up to run her fingers in his short curly hair, groaning.

He held Annie's eyes as he caressed Cheryl, bringing whimpers from the shorter woman's throat. Annie's mouth parted. She ran her hands along her own pelvis and slowly down the 'v', mimicking his hands on Cheryl. It was like watching themselves in a mirror lit up in chiaroscuro by the fire. Jack nuzzled at Cheryl's neck, breathing hard into her hair, biting at her ear. Her soft ass pressing against his pole was heavenly. He couldn't resist thrusting against her. She thrust back.

Cheryl turned in his arms, bringing her mouth up for an open, wet kiss. Her eyes closed, she ran her hands across his chest, squeezed his thick arms. Jack's boner poked into her fire-warmed belly. She reached down, grasped him and pressed him lower. He felt a greater heat, a wet heat, as she clamped him between her legs.

She drew his tongue into her mouth then and his knees went weak. He snorted, sucked in air laced with the earthy perfume of her hair. It smelled of sunlight and cool mountain water. And woman. He crushed her body to his chest, felt the berries of her nipples squash against him, imagined their juices running down his torso. She was rolling her hips side to side as she rode his pole. He strained upward as she ground on him, firmly in the saddle. The fire's heat bathed the head of his cock poking from between her strong legs.

Then he felt a touch on the underside of his cock, fingers stroking him. He cracked his lust-lidded eyes and saw Annie had moved up behind Cheryl. She was squeezing her own breast as she explored their dark, wet place. She smeared the juices there, both Cheryl's and Jack's eager drippings. Annie looked askance at him, smiling. Jack could hardly stand it. His legs quivered. His breaths were quick and short. The women must know what they were doing to him, that his explosion wouldn't be long in coming.

Cheryl whimpered into the kiss and shook all over. She gasped for air, grinning. Their teeth grated together and she briefly went limp. Jack caught her. She hung in his arms and astraddle his cock, breathing hard.

Cheryl broke the kiss and began to slide down, kissing his chin, his collarbones, his broad chest. She spun her tongue once or twice around each nipple. Then lapped slowly along the washboard of his stomach, dragging her nails down his side and around to his ass. She was soon on her knees. As Jack looked down she wrapped her fingers around his brown cock and smiled. Then she gave one gentle lick of the tip.

She purred. Cheryl opened wide and slowly took him in her mouth, just taking the head, sliding her tongue across the bottom, stroking that so sensitive spot with apparent experience.

Jack took Annie by the hair and pulled her to him, crushing her red full lips to his. With his other hand he cupped a glowing white breast, pinching the hard nipple between his fingers. Annie pressed her hand against his chest and leaned into his kisses.

Cheryl dug her nails into his butt cheeks and pulled him into her mouth. The heat of her throat alternated with the heat of the fire on his shaft. Jack neared the unbearable pitch of ecstasy. He couldn't hold the kiss with Annie. He was breathing in great gusts, dizzy. He leaned on Annie for support as his legs trembled. And Cheryl kept on dragging him into the fiery tunnel of her mouth.

Annie looked down and said, "Mom, I want a turn."

Mom? Jesus! Fucking! Christ!

He came like a freight train, bucking into the woman's mouth hard, throwing ropes of seed wildly when his cock popped out. Cheryl grabbed his swinging pole and stroked it, squeezing firmly. He splattered her face. She gobbled him up for another mouthful as his spurting diminished. Slowly he spent himself and fell back onto the pine needles, the dark snake draped across his hip drooling. The fire shone up his bronze legs, licking his testicles. He took a long time catching his breath.

"Aww, mom," Annie pouted. "You said I could have a turn."

Still on her knees, wiping the semen from her face, Cheryl assured her, "You will, honey. We'll be keeping each other warm in that tent all night long. I told you we needed to get his first shot out of the way, didn't I? You're next. Saddle up!"