Summertime Lust Ch. 04

Henry awoke, his eyes focusing on the dull blue interior of the tent, the low light telling him that it was still early. It took a few minutes for him to form a solid idea of what had happened the previous night. He grinned to himself as he recalled Melissa pulling him towards her tent, this tent, and stripping him, then the difficulty she'd had with his size. After that first fuck she'd sucked him clean, getting him hard again in the process and then wriggled her delicious little arse on to his face, panting and gasping as he ate he pussy for the second time that day, her fingers and tongue tormenting his impatient cock but never taking him to another climax.

She'd cried out his name over and over, writhing on his mouth before toppling off on to the ground and making shallow-breathed promises that she'd return the favour just as soon as she'd recovered. Then she'd fallen asleep, her slender olive arm thrown across his chest and her head resting on his shoulder.

Now Henry raised his upper body, looking down at Melissa laying beside him, her head pillowed by her folded arms, her naked figure face-down on the bed roll, her pert little arse smooth and begging to be fondled. His usual morning erection stared back up at him as he looked down and he wondered if he'd get away with taking care of it in Melissa's tent or if he should head back to his own while it was still early.

Beside him Melissa shifted, mumbling something and throwing an arm out and back across Henry's body.

"I was about to go," Henry whispered.

"Uh-uh, stay," Melissa replied without opening her eyes.

"I kind of have something I need to take care of," Henry gulped.

Melissa raised her head and opened her eyes a crack to look at him, following his gaze down before laughing and dropping her head back on to her arm.

"You can do that here, I don't mind," she sighed with a sleepy smile.

"Unless of course you fancy helping?" Henry suggested hopefully.

"Too sleepy," Melissa replied.

"But if you were awake you'd do it, right?" Henry asked.

"Mm-hmm," Melissa nodded.

"Fair enough."

Henry wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and tugged it gently, feeling a little tender after the previous night. As he stroked himself he looked down at Melissa, her flawless skin, the sweep of her spine down to the small of her back and then those tight little cheeks. Sitting up he traced a single finger down to her butt crack then on to her thigh, pulling one leg away from the other a little and glimpsing her soft labia concealed in the shadow. Still slowly rubbing himself up and down he pushed a finger between Melissa's thighs, straight between her soft dry lips and found the hot entrance to her womanhood.

"What're you doing?" Melissa groaned, crossing her ankles.

"Nothing," Henry replied innocently.

He added another finger and softly caressed between Melissa's lips. Emboldened by the lack of further protests he withdrew his fingers, placing one knee the far side of her thighs and straddling her slim legs with ease. Henry released his cock and squeezed Melissa's arse in both hands, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart slightly where they curved down to her thighs. Leaning forward he rested his hands on the ground either side of her shoulders, feeling his girth press between her soft buttocks as he leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck.

"Too tired," Melissa protested.

"You don't have to do anything," Henry promised, reaching down with one hand and pushing her thighs apart once more.

"Too sore then," she groaned.

"I'll be gentle," Henry hissed, kissing again and dipping his hips to rub himself between the apex of her thighs.

When Melissa didn't reply he sat back, repositioning his knees between Melissa's legs as he pushed them further apart and revealed her soft puffy lips, slightly parted and dewy in the dim light.

Taking hold of himself he leaned forward, holding his weight on one hand while the other guided him towards the welcoming confines of Melissa's body. At the first touch she lifted her hips off the ground, easing his access and groaning as he pushed his head firmly through her opening.

"Fuck Henry," Melissa grunted, raising her head and looking back over her shoulder.

"You're so tight," he grinned.

"Not for much longer unless you take it easy," she replied.

"You love it," Henry teased, circling his hips as he pushed deeper in.

"Damnit, you stretch me so much," Melissa winced, screwing up her eyes as inch after inch of Henry's thick meat crept through her tight lips.

Laying face-down with Henry's solid form held up by his strong arms above her she felt at his mercy. His long, thick cock anchoring him to her body, slipping in and out with surprising ease once he'd found his rhythm. She felt like an animal, her mate climbing on top with only the slightest of concern for her willingness, his heavy, muscular body intent on satisfying its carnal instinct through her. He was right, she did love it.

Each slow push forward rubbed his swollen head over her g-spot and it wasn't long before Melissa had pushed down with her knees, pushing up and back with her butt to guide Henry's entrance more directly. Every thrust forward felt like a massive intrusion, every nerve in her body tingling as the hot, grunting beast above her ploughed himself through her delicate petals.

Henry held himself on his hands, lowering his head and kissing Melissa's shoulder through her long dark hair.

"Bite me," she moaned.

Henry kissed once more before parting his teeth and pressing them in to the firm flesh of Melissa's shoulder-blade, his nose pressed up as he nuzzled as best he could, desperately trying to find an angle that allowed him to bite with greater ease. Turning his head as his hips continued to drive back and forth behind Melissa's raised butt, he sunk his teeth in to the softer flesh where her back curved down below her armpit, feeling her recoil slightly in pain as she gasped. He pulled his teeth back, kissing and licking the marks he'd left.

"Again," she gasped, turning her head and trying to look back.

Henry lowered his head once more, sinking his teeth in to her body while he closed his lips and sucked hard.

"Uh! uh Jesus fuck!" Melissa cried loudly.

Henry reached down with one hand and slapped it firmly against Melissa's arse, groping her roughly while he bit her shoulder.

"You like it?" he snarled as she moaned and writhed under his body.

"Don't stop," she whimpered, "please, don't stop."

Henry increased his pace, his body slapping against Melissa's tight little arse with every deep thrust. In-between savaging her back and shoulders with his mouth he grunted in her ear. One of his hands took all his weight while the other went from leaving it's deep red impression on her butt to pulling her up enough to reach around and grope at her tender little breasts. Pulling her further back he raised her up on to her hands and knees, disappointed that he could no longer reach to bite her but pleased to pull on both nipples simultaneously and hear her cry out.

Melissa looked back over her shoulder, reaching up to push her hair out of her face.

"Fuck me deeper," she grunted.

Henry lifted one knee, placing his foot flat on the ground and giving him more purchase from which to pummel her pussy with his huge burning cock.

"Shit that's good," she gasped, "now fill me with your hot man juice."

Henry pulled Melissa up off her hands, straightening her up with her back against his chest as he thrust up and in to her. With one hand on her smooth, flat stomach he turned her head with the other, licking across her cheek until their tongues met in an awkward kiss. He dropped his hand back down to her breast, pinching each nipple hard as his other hand clumsily sought out her clit.

Melissa bent over Henry's probing hand, falling back on to her hands and knees before him, feeling his grip shift to her hips and pull her back hard as he thrust forward. Damn it felt good to have him fuck her like this, raw and furiously, she felt the warm wet mixture of their fluids dribble down her thighs, each unstoppable penetration coming with a wet squelch of welcome and followed by a sucking slurp on exit.

Henry pulled at one of Melissa's knees sending her crashing back down on to the ground, his cock not missing a beat and his body once more slapping against her butt as he speared himself in to her. Melissa placed her hands flat on the ground and tried to push her upper body back up, finding Henry immediately pushing her back down, his own body hovering above her as he lowered his head and took her shoulder in his mouth once more.

"That's it," she moaned loudly, "bite me, uh uh fuck baby."

Henry's big rough fingers dug in to the firm flesh of her arse, gripping it tight as his hips blurred, pumping him in and out of her. Turning his head he took the nape of her neck between his teeth and sucked it hard, his thrust slowing immediately but coming unbelievably hard, each as deep as it'd go. Melissa froze beneath him, giving a high-pitched yelp with each brutal insertion, her mouth wide open until at last Henry thrust impossibly deep and grunted around her neck, his cock twitching and gushing inside her tight confines as he nailed her to the floor.

"Fuck!" Henry groaned, releasing Melissa's neck from his mouth and leaving a red set of impressions in her flesh. "Fuck that was good."

He pulled himself free from her body and rolled on to his back beside her. Melissa stayed face-down, her body heaving with the effort of breathing, Henry's saliva trickling down from the back of her neck and his cum leaking from her pussy.

They lay in silence for several minutes.

"Are you OK?" Henry asked eventually.

Melissa looked up from her folded arms.

"You really know how to fuck," she groaned, a smile in her eyes. "You're like an animal."

"You're not too bad yourself," Henry chuckled.

"No really, like an animal, it's like being fucked by a, a, I don't know, a fucking bear or something."

Henry laughed and sat up.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked anxiously.

"Only in a lot of good ways," Melissa replied. She pulled herself up on to her knees and sat back on her haunches with her hands on her thighs.

"Did you cum?" Henry asked.

She shook her head.

"So close," she added, seeing the look of guilt spread across his face.

"You want me to do something?" he offered enthusiastically.

"It's fine Henry," Melissa replied shaking her head with a smile.

She sighed, blowing the hair aside from her face and failing to stop herself from biting her lip and grinning.

"I need a shower and food," she nodded eventually. "I feel like I could scrape the dirt off my body."

Ten minutes later the pair had pulled on as much clothing as they needed and crawled from Melissa's tent. Outside it was overcast and colder than it had been since they'd arrived. Straightening up they turned to each other to say a few words before heading in their separate directions.

"Yeah! Woo! Go Henners!"

They turned towards the sound of David's voice and saw the rest of their friends sitting around the little stove holding mugs of coffee. Blake reached across and gave David a slap around the back of his head and held up a mug.

"Sounds like you two could do with a drink," he called.

Melissa and Henry turned to face each other, then with a broad grin Melissa took Henry's hand and strutted through the wet grass to their friends, leading the sheepishly downcast Henry.

"Good night was it?" Allison smiled.

"Sounded fucking fantastic," David cackled, dodging Allison's hand as it swung at him.

"Good morning everyone," Melissa announced, standing beside Henry and still holding his hand, "thank you, yes it was a good night." She turned and looked up at Henry. "Fucking fantastic, as David said."

Blake held up two steaming mugs and Melissa stepped forward, taking one and handing it to Henry before taking the other for herself and sitting down. All eyes were now on Henry, he clutched the mug in both hands and looked around his friends.

"What?" he said defiantly, "she seduced me."

The group broke out laughing as Henry found himself a seat, Melissa looking up from her coffee and catching his eye, smiling at him briefly.

"At least have something to eat," Hannah said, chucking a canvas bag across to Henry, "you'll need your energy."

"Why, what're we doing?" he asked, tearing off pieces of bread.

"We're going to hike to this place here," Hannah said, half turning the map she'd folded on her knee.

Henry leaned as far as he could without getting up.

"What is it?" he asked as he sat back.

"Two Falls," Hannah replied, "it's where this river meet another one."

"And what's there?" Melissa asked.

"Two, falls," Blake laughed.

"Yeah, but, what else?"

"A visitor centre," Hannah replied.

"Pass," Melissa sighed, knocking back her coffee.

"If you don't want to come that's fine, you can stay here with David," Allison said.

Melissa looked across at David who smiled back lecherously.

"Fine," she shrugged, "I can put up with him."

"Henry, you coming?" Hannah asked.

"Ye-ah," Henry nodded enthusiastically. "Give me ten minutes to get ready though." He tipped back his coffee and got to his feet. "Anyone know what the weather's expected to do today?" he asked.

"The woman in the bakery said it should clear up by mid-morning," Hannah nodded, kind of impressed that she wasn't the only one who took such things in to consideration.

Hannah watched Henry disappear towards his tent, his tall body ducking down out of sight as she wondered what it must've been like for Melissa to have him inside her. She wished she had the forthrightness her friend had, that ability to see what she wanted and just go for it. What would Melissa think if she made a move on Henry? Did Melissa think she had some kind of ownership now? How did this situation work?

The rest of the group began getting to their feet and sorting themselves out, checking they had everything they needed and pulling on pairs of boots. As Hannah raised one foot to a log to tighten her laces she found herself on the edge of the little crowd, Melissa appeared at her shoulder, and leaned closer.

"He really was good," she whispered, looking around their friends.

"What?" Hannah answered, a little irritated.

"Henry, I mean he's not just big, he's good at what he does with it too," Melissa took another sip of coffee, "just thought I'd let you know."

"Oh, right," Hannah replied, "thanks?"

"In case you were thinking about giving him a go yourself," Melissa explained with a lascivious grin.

Hannah bent down to tie her laces and Melissa moved around to look down at her partially exposed cleavage.

"I know he'd enjoy those," she whispered.

"What?" Hannah asked, shocked as Melissa pointed at her breasts.

"I'm thinking about getting a decent pair myself," Melissa added.

"Right, I'll, I'll bear that in mind then."Hannah straightened up and Melissa moved away again, chatting to the others.

Was that Melissa giving her consent, albeit in a round-about way? Hannah considered this, deciding that it probably was, Melissa not being the kind of girl who got possessive about such transient commodities as boys, whether or not she'd understand it phrased in such a way.

Twenty minutes later the assembled friends were ready to go, calling their 'good-byes' back as they headed down to the river, crossing it at the boulder and setting off along the tiny, overgrown footpath on the far side.

To begin Hannah and Allison led the way, walking several meters ahead of the boys, Hannah carrying the redundant map in one hand as they made their way along the riverbank and in to the steep-sided valley. Behind them Blake and Henry wandered along, both focusing on the two pairs of buttocks in front of them: Hannah's tight in a pair of combat trousers, and Allison's covered with the flimsy material of her short summer dress.

"About last night," Henry said at last, quietly and slowing his pace in order to let the girls pull slightly further ahead.

"Don't mention it," Blake replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"After what Melissa did to us, I didn't, that is, I wasn't planning on going to her tent. It just kind of happened."

"Not a problem," Blake reassured his friend. "Melissa can be quite persuasive, can't she."

"You have no idea," Henry laughed.

"Oh, I think I do," Blake replied, his face deadpan.

"What? Really? You and Melissa?" Henry hissed, checking how far ahead the girls were.

Blake nodded.

"I thought you were trying to, I mean I thought you and Allison," Henry went on.

"So did I," Blake said, "and you never know, maybe that ship hasn't sailed. But I don't fancy turning down every girl while I sit and wait for Ali to make up her mind."

Henry sensed this was a sore point.

"But, hang on, when? I mean yesterday morning you said it's always good to have a plan B and now you're telling me plan B has been... done?" Henry looked confused.

Blake nodded and couldn't help grinning to himself.

"Wait, when we were all in the pool?" Henry guessed.

"You got it," Blake replied.

They walked on in silence for a few minutes.

"She's insistent, isn't she?" Henry said at last.

"Insatiable," Blake replied. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"You should've seen the look on Hannah's face when we heard the two of you going at it this morning. She wasn't particularly pleased, to say the least."

"Maybe she's a prude?" Henry suggested.

Blake laughed loudly, the girls ahead stopping and looking back before shaking their heads and continuing.

"Hannah? I don't think so," Blake gasped.

"I suppose not, she was grabbing my dick in the pool yesterday," Henry said thoughtfully.

"I suspect you've got yourself a free meal there, any time you want it buddy," Blake said with a smile.

"Would you though?" Henry asked critically.

"Hannah?" Blake asked. "Yeah I think I would, I mean she's a little bigger but she looks like she's probably up for anything." Blake's mind immediately raced back to the sight of Allison sticking her finger in Hannah's butt. He swallowed hard and went on. "Also, she's got a big pair of tits on her, you could probably suffocate in there."

Henry laughed and nodded.

"I wouldn't mind giving that a go," he agreed. "Allison's tits aren't too bad either," he acknowledged.

"Definitely," Blake replied, "not too bad at all. So, are you going to make a move on Hannah or not?" He asked, hoping to draw Henry's attention away from Allison.

"You think I should?" Henry replied.

"That's up to you, I would, but I'm just saying that if you did you'd almost certainly get lucky." Blake signalled that he'd given his final word on the subject by punching his friend on the shoulder.

"You want me and Allison to give you two some time to talk?" Blake asked a few minutes later. He turned and looked at his friend, Henry wrinkled his forehead in uncertainty.

"I'm, I'm not so sure..." he said.

"Fuck it," Blake breathed. "Allison?" he called, "Allison!"

Ahead of them the two girls stopped and turned, watching Blake trot to catch up with them.

"Can we talk?" he said as he neared. "D'you mind Hannah?" he asked, turning to her.

Blake couldn't miss the wide-eyed look that Hannah gave Allison before wandering back to Henry as he approached.

"So what is it?" Allison asked as she walked beside Blake.

"What? Oh, nothing," Blake replied, turning and looking back at the couple.

"So why did you want to talk?" Allison asked.

"Henry," Blake said, pointing back, "and Hannah. I wanted them to have a chance to talk. I mean, he clearly wants her-"

"Did he say that?" Allison asked, a little shocked.

"Not in so many words, but, yeah," Blake nodded. "And unless I'm wrong, she's a bit interested in him, although I didn't think she would be."