hot cum splashing in her. It hurt, but it hurt
Teri resolved the issue by finally relaxing inside. When she felt her sphincter finally give way, she shoved her hips backward, taking Stan’s cock in until she felt his pubic bone bump her ass. She shrieked around Ted’s cock, and began to buck and moan. Stan lost all control as he began to pound in and out of Teri’s ass. Cindy leaned back and began to masturbate madly, watching the tableau before her. Stan began to spurt wildly in Teri’s ass. Teri felt the hot sperm inside her ass and shrieked again, pushing all the way back against Stan as hard as she could and holding him there. Only Ted was still moving. Teri’s orgasm was over but she was still wildly excited. She felt Stan pull out of her ass, and she reached back for him. He came to her as she pulled, and she pulled her mouth from Ted’s swollen cock. “Watch me” she demanded. She turned her full attention to Ted’s enormous organ. Stan, Cindy, and Marge watched in awe of the frantic blowjob Teri was giving. Teri stuck her tongue in the slit on the end of Ted’s cock as she stroked her little hands up and down its length. Her head bobbed up and down as she put the whole head back in her mouth. Ted gasped as her reaching fingers came up behind his balls, slipping her index finger inside his ass. As she worked her mouth to get every inch of him she could into her mouth, her seeking finger found Ted’s prostate gland and he exploded. She choked as the heaviest load of cum any of them had ever seen filled her mouth and dripped down her chest. She refused to stop sucking until Ted had completely stopped. Out of breath, mouth overflowing, she hugged Ted’s waist as she stared into Stan’s startled gaze. Still hugging Ted’s bare belly, she wiped her face against his skin and returned her gaze to Stan. “Aren’t you proud of me?” she asked. Stan reached for her… When he had his arms around Teri, he held her close. “I’ve created a monster!” He grinned down into her shining face.
GIRLS HIKE OUT
Under normal circumstances, I would consider hiking in 36 degree Celsius heat, an act of insanity. But these were not normal circumstances. I'd broken up with my long-time boyfriend two weeks ago, and countless Facebook updates and comments weren't helping my depressed state of mind at all.
Which was why I decided on a girls' weekend getaway in the most remote — yet close to home — place I could think of. The 'Wit Els' river hiking trail was classed as advanced, and various permits were needed to access the privately owned farmland that overlapped the nature reserve. But I didn't bother with such formalities.
I, Jennifer Hult, was on a mission.
The mission was involved getting familiar with Beth Weinstein. Beth was not your average young, rich Cape Town Jewish girl. Yes, she was a law student, and yes she had an apartment and fancy Audi paid for by daddy- dearest, but there was more to it than that.
For one thing, she'd volunteered to do her two years in the Israeli Army, despite her family spending the last three generations in South Africa. The other issue she had, was a slight coke habit, which is why she ended up working at the same upmarket ethnic cuisine restaurant as me: daddy's funding didn't cover all of her extra- curricular activities.
We basically earn a ton of tax-free cash for doing very little, other than selling over-priced wine to tourists. The food is wonderful there too, so the place has a great reputation amongst celebs. The problem with that, was I once ended up calling Sir Ian McKellan “Gandalf” by accident. 'Don't go to work baked' ought to be my number one rule.
But I digress.
None of the other waitrons had gotten anywhere with Beth. We'd all gone out in groups or pairs after work on the weekends… for those of us in the hospitality industry, the weekend starts at 3 AM. She was fucking hot, to be honest. Long, perfectly black hair, sensual body, and awesome double-D breasts. I'd already seen those in all their magnificence on Camps Bay beach, earlier in the summer season. I was still with my idiot boyfriend at the time, and believe me, his eyes were constantly straying to Beth's incredible boobs. The past three years of civilian life had softened and rounded her figure a little, but she retained her strength and muscle tone. She even gave self-defence classes to female students at the University, using adapted Krav Maga techniques.
I'd always been slightly bi-curious during high school, but the only girls who were open to same-sex experimentation were kinda diesel dykes, and not in a good way at all. Looking that butch was quite an achievement in a country that uses school uniforms — where girls wear dresses and skirts. By the time I was 15, I was heavily into guys, and this carried on until the grand old age of 25 — which was when my ex-boyfriend started his ridiculous string of cyber affairs with school girls, using mobile phone chatroom applications.
Don't go thinking he cheated on me because I wasn't interested in him anymore, or because I'd let myself go physically. Quite the opposite. I do rock climbing three times a week, jog on the other days, and I really, really like sex. I look great with clothing, and even better without it — but I suppose some guys are hardwired to be perverts and idiots, all at the same time.
Like Beth, I was above-average in height. I weighed around 120 pounds, but bear in mind, muscle is heavier than rolls of lard. Her hair was so dark black, it had that blue shine to it. On the day of the hike, she had it plaited, but when it was loose, it could hang low enough to cover her breasts. My family's Swedish origins were obvious: I had fairly strong facial features, and my hair was a nice strawberry blonde — not a that horrid carroty ginger color. Beth had pure brown eyes, and mine were a deep blue. Since we both did physical activities; we were in better shape than a lot of our friends. I just have to make it quite clear that I didn't include other people on this hike on purpose. I could fill a notebook with the number of guys who'd have been willing to come along with us.
That's partly why I didn't bother getting an official permit for the cabin, so her friends and classmates at the university wouldn't find out. The university has an official hiking club, with permission to use the large cabin, located halfway up the mountain. My intended sleeping spot was right at the top, away from any potential interruptions.
The morning hours seemed to drag on forever, and even though we were walking through narrow canyons most of the time, there was precious little shadow.
Luckily by noon, we'd reached the first tributary to the main river, running deep inside a high gorge. The water was waist high and icy cold. Beth was walking ahead of me, holding her backpack above her head. She lost her footing on a loose rock and stumbled forward, soaking herself form the neck down. She turned around, joking about how clumsy she was. Her nipples were erect, their outlines clearly visible under her white top.
I laughed as well, saying something back to her, but fuck knows what it was. My mind was in another place, namely the small cabin on the southern peak of the mountain we were yet to get to. I imagined how absolutely hot and exhausted we'd be by the time we arrived there. How I'd immediately run the shower and stand underneath the the luke-warm water, hastily stripping off my hiking outfit.
Of course I'd be counting on Beth being too impatient to wait for me to finish showering, and join me. The low-budget shower stall would be tiny, forcing our naked bodies together.
I pictured myself lathering up, and offering to wash her back for her. She'd be tired and open to suggestion. I could almost feel her soft, sensual skin on my fingertips. I could see my hands 'accidentally' straying around her waist and grazing her breasts, gently coming to rest on her nipples. I could hear her sigh as my hands stayed there, fondling her breasts and feeling those nipples getting harder.
By then I was soaked I soaked inside and out. I was still daydreaming, wading through the stream on auto- pilot, when Beth suddenly came to a halt.
“Get down!” she shouted. Beth let out a string of curses like a Main Road whore and pulled out her.45 Norinka 1911 pistol. She pointed it like a giant black cock of death at a troop of Cape baboons. The baboons had been trailing us, and their leader was making his descent down the canyon, followed by two dozen raucous, fast- moving primates.
She fired off three rounds, hitting small rocks in front of the leader of the troop — a gigantic male with a long mane and vicious-looking yellow teeth. He stopped immediately, and rushed back up the steep cliff, followed by his troop. With agricultural land surrounding the mountain, the baboons knew gunfire when they heard it, and farmers
