Willow Falls

Milo leapt forward and caught her as she collapsed in a tangle of limbs and spitting curses. "Fuck me! That went terribly!" she said.

Milo struggled to contain a laugh. He kept one hand on her shoulder as she steadied herself and brushed the remnants of cave floor from her body. "Nobody saw. It's cool."

She gave him a look.

"You're still on," said Maggie.

Julia sighed, then slowly turned, raising her arms above her head as she did. Milo leaned back on his elbows and enjoyed the view. Her butt was shaped by three years rowing crew; in conjunction with her breasts she had the proportions of a greek goddess. Lithely she placed one leg over Milo's, brushing his thigh as she did it. Then she stepped wide to the side of him, straddling his body, and leaned down so her breasts were level with his face. With exaggerated slowness she leaned in, brushing her tits along his chest and shoulder. She whispered something in his ear, then kissed him lightly. He turned hot red and swallowed hard. Julia let out a tinkling little laugh, and turned, so that her back was to him.

Still straddling Milo's legs, she dropped her back, and slowly slid her hands down her legs. From his view he would be able to see her pussy parted wide, and she was allowing it to be penetrated by his eyes. She readjusted her weight and brought her legs back, so her butt was resting on Milo's reclined body. She moved lightly down his chest until her hips were nearly on top of his, then stood and turned again. Without breaking eye contact she knelt down to her knees, and sat on his upper thighs, Then, stretching so her breasts rubbed up the length of his chest and into his face, she dragged her pussy forward. It became clear that she was pulling it directly up the length of his cock; he inhaled deeply and let out a sharp gasp when her wetness touched his sensitive head.

There was a moment of stillness. Then Julia gave Milo a look I will never be able to forget. She looked deep into his eyes, and it seemed that in that moment they came to a spiritual understanding of sorts. He wanted her, she wanted him, and they both wanted to feel wanted. She slid back down, her pussy lips working his shaft. He groaned, then pushed himself up and said something to her. She pressed him back down and shook her head with a smile. Then she resumed gyrating up and down his cock, never penetrating, but using his length to rub up and down on her clit.

I gazed around the cave. Maggie, who had been so close earlier, was now not even attempting to hide her masturbation. She leaned against the wall, moving her fingers in time with Julia. Occasionally a mewl came from her mouth, and she would shudder slightly, eyes flitting shut.

Schuyler was on the other side of me, and when I turned to look she sat motionless, simply watching. She felt my gaze and swiveled her head to catch my eye. Not knowing what to say, I gave her a shrug. She looked down, and noticed my very erect cock. Then she looked over to Maggie, smiled, and turned back to me. We locked eyes for a moment, then she stood, and strode over to where I was sitting. She sat crosslegged very close to me, her leg nearly on mine, leaning her shoulder in towards mine.

"Should we do something?" she whispered. Her lips brushed my earlobe.

"We should give them some space, I think. They've been leading up to this for months, you know."

"Obviously. Should we really leave though? Do they have condoms?"

"Julia's on the pill," I replied. My eyes were locked on her and Milo, who was receiving a slow and sensual blowjob.

"How do you know that?" Schuyler asked.

"She uh...told me for some reason? That probably is...what happened." I looked over at Schuyler and smiled sheepishly.

Her face was very, very close to mine. I leaned in.

She pulled back and slapped my arm, then gave me a surprised grin, and leaned back in. "Did you fuck Julia!" she asked in a disbelieving tone.

I coughed, and stood up, then walked over to Maggie. She broke away from her masturbatory paradise. I pointed at Schuyler, then myself, then to the outside. She nodded. I pointed at her, and she shrugged. Then I motioned to Schuyler, who followed me towards the waterfall veil which lead to the dusk outdoors. I passed through the water, then slid into the pool and swam slowly.

We were several miles from the nearest major light source. The stars slid around on top of the ripples I was creating, above me they formed a thick arm of the Milky Way. I floated on my back and allowed myself to be pulled into the spectacle of the night sky.

Schuyler floated up next to me. "You're really trying to bring the boat metaphor back into 'full mast', huh."

Without looking I knew that my cock was sticking straight up from the water.

"Blow me," I said to the starry sky.

Her wet lips wrapped around my shaft, and nearly pulled me under the water.

We flapped around in the pool for a few seconds before managing to get upright. I swam quickly to the edge and sat on a shallow sloping part of the shore, my feet still resting in the water. She swam breaststroke towards me, and came up right between my legs, until she hit the bottom of the pool with her hands and knees. Then she crawled up towards me, looked into my eyes, and engulfed me her mouth. She began bobbing up and down on my cock, and working the base with her hand. Her tongue explored my tip, tracing the lines and encircling the shaft, causing me to throb and pulse between her lips.

I heard a splash, and turned to see Maggie swimming towards us. She stepped up on to the bank.

"Was it getting too much for y-" I began to say, until she pressed a small wet finger to my lips. Then she pushed me down to the ground, stepped over my face, and sat her pussy directly on my mouth. She smelled like riverwater, sweat, and indescribable arousal. Holy shit.

I composed myself and grabbed her thighs, then began to explore her pussy with my tongue. This was new territory-I had seen it probably a dozen times before, but I'd only had the pleasure of a personal visit once when we were drunk at a party and she did a striptease for me before psyching herself out. We ended up cuddling. Now she seemed to have none of the reservations, only left with pure and unbridled lust.

Schuyler was still working miracles on my cock. It must have been her old ex Elliott with whom she'd become so skilled. I moaned into Maggie's hot pussy, and she responded by squeezing my sides with her knees.

These two girls were my best friends, and through the sexual haze I was dimly aware of how fucking incredible this situation was. I had grown up with the girl who was close to swallowing my cock; I had fought with and cuddled and cried to the girl whose pussy I had my mouth buried in.

From between my legs I heard Schuyler say something indistinct. I wasn't about to take myself away from Maggie to find out what.

"What?" said Maggie.

"I said, condom. I need a condom. Now-ish," replied Schuyler.

That got my attention.

"I will be right back," I said, then untangled myself and stood. I had condoms in a waterproof bag in Home Tree, in case of emergency. This qualified.

I looked at the two girls, both wet with more than water. God, did this qualify.

I scrambled to the top of the ridge, skinning my knees but making it intact. I hadn't even bothered to pull on my boxers, a fact which I was keenly aware of as it began to lightly drizzle. Home Tree loomed large and familiar in the near-dark. The bag would be under a small root directly to the left of the entrance. I ducked inside the root canopy, and it provided a little cover from the rain. It was nearly pitch black under the tree, and I used my fingers to feel out the appropriate root and began searching around for the plastic.

If Harry could see me now. Naked, soaking wet from rain and water and women, scrabbling through the dark and dirt to find some month-old condoms.

My hand grasped at a sticky and rough material. There it was. I extracted the bag, and dashed out from under the tree. The rain was steady, slightly warmer than the air and honestly rather calming. It washed the rocks and mud from my body. I stood outside Home Tree for a second, and let my racing heart slow. It was only sex.

And then the eighteen year old parts of my brain kicked back in, and I leapt towards the gravel slope, before hesitating, and running quickly back to Home Tree.

"You're a lifesaver," I said to it, then sprinted away.

Back at the shore there was no sign of either Maggie or Schuyler. The fire was still twinkling beyond the waterfall, and my cock twitched as I imagined what must be unfolding inside. Gripping the condoms tightly I dove into the water. It sounded like a massive washboard from underneath, thousands of raindrops piercing the surface every minute. I swam with long, broad strokes and surfaced at the other edge of the pool.

"Hey, welcome back!" said Milo as I pulled myself from the water to the cave.

The four of them were sitting around the fire. Milo was pressed up against Julia, Maggie was smoking what appeared to be a new blunt, and Schuyler sat near her watching the flames.

"Good to be back. I brought gifts," I said, and waved the bag at them.

Milo looked at me as though in physical pain. "Fuck dude, where were you twenty minutes ago?"

Julia patted his leg. "We could have, baby. I'm on the pill. I just wasn't feeling it, for our first time together."

Realization dawned on his face, then morphed into excitement. "We don't have to wear condoms? I fucking love you," he said. The two leaned in and kissed hard and deep.

I cocked an eyebrow and eyed Maggie.

"Are they...?" I mouthed.

She nodded, and motioned for me to come to her. I walked over and sat down.

"After you left and it started raining we swam back here. Those two," she motioned to Milo and Julia who had descended into full on make-out groping, "Were having the talk, and now it looks like they're a thing. I guess they didn't have sex though, I didn't know that until now."

I held my tongue and tried to keep the sudden closeness of her from making me say anything brash. Apparently however, I have a terrible fucking poker face.

"We left you a bit blue balled didn't we," Maggie said, not asking.

I couldn't keep the grin from spreading on my face.

She smiled mischievously back. "To tell the truth, you left us a little bit the same way."

Schuyler appeared in my periphery just as Maggie leaned in to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Soon I felt someone's hands on my cock, and others on my arms and chest. They explored with their hands, and I reached towards where I knew Maggie's pussy was, and rubbed her through her rough hair. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and saw that It was Schuyler's hand working on my shaft. I reached out, and with my other hand, and began to play with one of Maggie's breasts. Her nipples hardened quickly under my touch, and seemingly in response she moved one hand from my shoulder and began to lightly twist and brush my nipple. It was a new sensation, and after some minutes, in tandem with Schuyler's expert ministrations on my cock I found myself dangerously close to completing the orgasm I had been approaching earlier.

Schuyler moved her hand away. It was replaced quickly by Maggie's, but with my attention to her pussy and tits she mostly let her hand rest unmoving on my hardness. From behind me I heard plastic rustling. Just as soon as my brain had connected the requisite dots, my heart began to hammer like a machine. Schuyler tore the condom package and rolled the plastic down my rock hard length. Maggie pulled away from me and I opened my eyes.

Schuyler sat back and smiled. Behind her Julia and Milo were doing God knows what with their hands and tongues and some unexpected combinations of limbs.

It dawned on me that Schuyler was making no move to mount my sheathed cock. That meant-

Maggie brought her face back to mine, and pushed me towards the floor. With lips locked I felt her legs straddle mine, and the hair of her pussy brush against my dick , laying flat on my stomach. She stopped kissing but kept her face on mine, as she reached down and grabbed me, then pulled me towards her. All I felt through the condom was an indescribable warmth as she pushed me slightly inside of herself. She inhaled deeply, and pressed deeper. Neither of us moved. The entirety of my cock head was inside her now. Then she bit my tongue, took a sharp breath, and sat all the way down.

I don't have the most extraordinary dick in the world. It's six unspectacular inches, of average thickness, and it even curves a bit to the left. Maggie, I am assuming, has fit larger and more oddly shaped things than me inside her on at least one of her masturbation adventures.

When she took my entire length I felt like a fucking porn star. She cried out, which quickly morphed into a drawn out moan, which ended on a tiny whimper as my cock throbbed and she collapsed on top of me. I could feel her heartbeat in the heat of her pussy. I could feel her discovering my unfamiliar territory by squeezing and shifting and holding herself fast with my dick buried deep, deep inside her.

Then she began to move. Very slowly, gripping every inch of my dick with her inner walls, sliding slowly up and down with a slight rustling noise as my pubic hair ground against hers. Every time I bottomed out in her it felt like coming home to love, like I was wanted by her and needed by her in a raw and animal way. Her eyes were closed and half obscured by her damp hair, which curled around and clung to her face.

I held on to her petite hips and we fucked for an immeasurable number of strokes. At some point she came, blushing down her chest and face, wracked with shivers, moaning so high she almost couldn't be heard. I was lost in her scent, her sound, the shape of her back as it turned into her soft ass, the slight flare of her ribs, the mole on her right nipple. Every feature of her, every movement was channeled into the way her pussy pulled on my cock, how it covered me in her wetness and filled my nostrils with her scent.

Schuyler was watching us with hungry eyes and slowly masturbating. I could also sense less movement from Julia and Milo.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon-" I said. My cock was throbbing, the veins threatening to burst through the condom.

Maggie looked down at me and smirked. Then she slowly slid off my cock, and knelt to the side. She motioned to Schuyler, who grinned, and rushed over. Together they peeled the condom off and tossed it to the side. My cock felt hypersensitive in the newly cold air, and relaxed a bit.

Before I could soften too much, Maggie grabbed my rod and began to twist it up and down. The skin caught a bit, and I flinched in discomfort. I spit on my hand, and moved it towards my cock. Schuyler's hand stopped me, and she met my gaze with a wicked flicker. One of her hands went down to her pussy, then came back shimmering wet. She began to stroke me, and my precum mixed with her juices. Maggie joined her, and their hands slipped effortlessly up and down my shaft.

Schuyler whispered something at Maggie, who smiled and removed her hands. Then, in tandem the two brought their faces down to my cock. Schuyler took the lead, engulfing my head between her lips. Maggie repositioned herself between my legs and ran kisses up and down the underside of my cock, stopping to lick around it and tenderly caress the base.

The two worked for about a minute before I felt my load building. I told them so. The girls' attention coupled with the sight of two pairs of beautiful breasts was more than too much; honestly it was a miracle that I had already jerked off in the morning.

Maggie brought her lips up to my head, and Schuyler moved to accommodate it. Together they brought me to-it would be a disservice to call it an orgasm. Together they brought me to an orchestral masterpiece, the horns section from their pursed lips, a choir singing the melody of their breasts, alternating light and dark, while a brilliant piano melody curled in my nose, the smell of two girls at the peak of their arousal. It was as though all elements of good sex came together at that moment, and brought me bursting forth.

Lord what a bursting it was. At first the girls let it into their mouths and somewhat on their faces as I tensed my body near to breaking. Then it continued as I bucked like a horse, and they sat back, content with using their hands to coax as much out of me as they could. As I crossed my peak my body collapsed and a huge moan escaped my mouth. A series of intense shudders followed, each shooting pleasure through me all the way to my toes and fingertips. The last wave billowed its way through me, and I nearly melted into a puddle of content exhaustion. The world was snug and hazy around me, and everything felt in its right place.

There was absolute stillness in the cave for the space of two long breaths.

"Holy fucking shit," said someone from my side. I turned my face slightly. It was Julia, sitting still nude, with her mouth agape. "That was honestly amazing."

"Go swim my dude. You've got it all over you," said Milo. He was sitting next to Julia. I could see in their faces that despite the show all they could think about was the closeness of the other. It looked like the start of something special.

I took Milo's advice, and stood. My senses were beginning to come back to me, though I still felt like I was almost glowing. Schuyler and Maggie were looking up towards me, some of my cum still on each of their faces. They were both gorgeous, with red cheeks and bright eyes, cast in soft shadows by the dwindling fire. I knew that I could love both of these girls.

I looked out past the waterfall, where it was full night.

I took a deep breath. A clean, cool air was coming from the cave entrance. I smiled, took a running start, and dove through the veil and into the water of Willow Falls beyond.