Bare With Me update

“Oh wow! Oh geez! You’re not… you can’t make me come like this!” Juliet pleaded. “Couldn’t you, y’know, with your cock instead? I mean, your thing? I want to come with your thing inside me—don’t… don’t wanna come without anything inside me! Please!”

Reluctantly, Peter gave up his feast. He repositioned himself inside the vee of Juliet’s open legs, kneeling carefully where he could get the best angle into her. He laid his prick into the wet warmth of her opening and immediately felt like coming—the heat baking his erection, then easing the tip into her snatch, which was even more compelling.

He was right on the verge of orgasm, but he grit his teeth and kept the feeling at a simmer, sure he could hold out even as he snaked more and more of himself into Juliet’s warmly accepting sex.

Slowly but firmly, Peter filled her. She seemed too tight to take his rigid massiveness, but the burning walls inside her always managed to spread just enough. Convulsing in their snug acceptance of his tool.

He felt her spasm on his girth again and again. It took Peter several deep breaths to restore his loosening hold on himself. Juliet’s virginal passage was impossible to resist; he knew he would finish inside her, and not too long for now.

Then he had her fully impaled. Peter felt the cinching of her greedy lips around the base of his shaft, the first of the suction that all of her womanhood put on him. His balls danced wildly and he knew he had to give in, had to fuck her fast before he’d entirely surrendered to that pressure.

Peter began to drive into her with a needful thrust that gave him the feel of every last inch of her trembling sheath. He wondered how many times he could pump into her when her tightness jerked him off each time. She was wet as a riverbed, the only thing letting him get as deep as he was going. He felt beads of her arousal cling to his balls before dripping down into the sand.

“Oh, that dick!” Juliet gasped. “Keep going, Peter! I love how hard it is! It’s so damn hard for me and you’re giving it to me! Yeah! You’re really teaching me what happens when I make you hard, aren’t you?”

Peter grunted and bit his lip, trying to put another slowly grinding prod into her without exploding. It was hard, to say the least. As winsome and innocent as Juliet sounded, she was speaking absolute filth without reservation. The strange combination proved completely transfixing. He wanted to gag her so she wouldn’t make him spend so soon, but he needed to hear what the valley girl had to say next… more of her awe over being impaled by him.

“You’re teaching me that I come, Peter! I come once I’ve gotten you hard! Yes! You’re like an orgasm machine! Unnhh! Like a vibrator! Hhng! The biggest, bestest vibrator there ever was! I’ll do anything to use it! Yes! Yes! You can smell my feet all you want!”

“What?” Peter asked, suddenly finding it a little easier to fight for control.

Juliet gasped loudly, finding it a little harder to think than usual. “Or whatever it is you’re into!” she amended. “If you want me to wear my old Halloween costumes, I will! I have so many! I’ll even wear the… puh… puh… puh-ink one! It shows everything, Peter! Err-verr-eee-THING!”

Her sex bore down on his manhood like a vise, then relaxed, the strength fleeing Juliet in long gasps. Peter grinned. He’d done it; made her come without going overboard himself. Time for a victory lap.

He changed his timing, rutting into her, then holding it inside as Juliet spasmed, pulling out only when the convulsions dulled to give her her next thrust.

Moaning, Juliet went from peak to peak, her eyes rolling as Peter kept her flicking between the precipice and the fall as easily as he would flip a switch. Only Peter’s weight kept him inside her, as she bucked like a mad bull. When she finally went limp, he pile-drove into her, sure Juliet wouldn’t mind being his personal Fleshlight.

Juliet squealed tiredly, seemed to try to flee for the space of a few wiggles, then abruptly started meeting his thrusts. Tossing her pelvis and swallowing all of him with her cunt.

The stimulation of her orgasm was still rose red all over her body and it made the second one come in hot. Juliet grunted and moaned, even whimpered, finally crying out loudly when even those sounds weren’t enough for her.

“YES! PETER! SPURT IT IN ME! SPIKE MY PUNCH BOWL! I WANT YOUR CUM EVERYWHERE THE NEXT TIME I LICK MY PRETTY PUSSY!”

The thought of Juliet actually being flexible enough to pull that off managed to get Peter’s load out of him. She wrapped her legs around him and sobbed for each ejaculation he put in her insatiable pussy. At the first hot explosion, she squeezed him tight, all over, and didn’t let up the pressure until she’d gotten the last drop out of his balls.

By then, she was nuzzling against him like Peter was her own personal teddy bear. After how well-used she’d been by him, Peter couldn’t begrudge her that. But he pulled out of her while he still could. He wasn’t exactly pussy-whipped, but he could imagine Laura and Rogue’s reaction if the only one who had orgasms this afternoon was someone they’d never agreed to share him with.

Sand clung to both of them, except ironically where Peter’s cum carried it away. Juliet looked like a sand sculpture that some perverse engineer had designed to dispense suntan lotion.

“Anytime I have this much gunk on me seems like a fine time for a swim,” Peter said. He held out a hand for Juliet to take. “How about it?”

“Yes!” Juliet enthused. “I can put on my bikini! You’re really going to like my bikini!”

Peter thought of telling her that skinny-dipping seemed like a better choice when they were at a nudist colony, but she’d already run off. He jumped into the water before the urge to rest became overwhelming. When he surfaced, he was coolly refreshed and looking forward to Juliet’s return. If it got her off to wear a bikini, well… he could try to put up with that.

***

Lady Lotus was sprawled, belly down, on the flattened rock that grounded her tiny cave. Her miniskirt was even higher than it usually was, due to the wiggling she had done as she tried to get a good look through her binoculars at the beach below.

She shook her head to chase away a persistent fly and her black hair flew around her vibrantly, only slowly settling to her back and shoulders and the floor of the cave. Batroc, seated beside her, caught a whiff of her hair’s fragrance and felt his masculinity pulse in anticipation.

He had been studying her legs, getting more and more intrigued by the glimpses of her scarcely covered groin and the few telling hints of pubic hair that escaped her panties. Like a hunter following a trail, he was more sure than ever that this was the day Lotus would finally be his.

Batroc had been scheming to this end for a long time. The moment Lotus saw him and uttered a desultory “you again,” he had been prepared, asking her if she was sure she’d seen all the camp had to offer. Lotus’s assurance was as good as a challenge for him to surprise her, and so he had led her to the rusty gate at the country road, then down the winding, rutted road to the tip of the mesa. The view through binoculars showed the harp shape of the lake which the camp was named after.

Then, a little mountain climbing. Batroc had been happy to go first, even if this would deprive him of the view up Lotus’s skirt. Any chance to show off was an opportunity to impress Lotus with his fitness as a mate.

Soon, they were halfway up the slope and entering the jagged mouth of the cave, a flashlight leading the way through it to an awe-inspiring view of the lake thanks to a natural window in the earth, obscured by the roots and branches of some of the many trees dotting the mountainside. Lotus hummed with approval at the sight and she heedlessly borrowed Batroc’s binoculars to observe the goings-on at the lodge while also servicing her secretive nature.

When Peter and his girlfriends arrived, Batroc saw them as though tiny playthings. He could only imagine Lotus’s view was much better. The view of her certainly was—Batroc would take the sight of her rounded little buttocks twitching with voyeuristic glee over the spectacle of the distant lake anytime.

“My…” Lotus purred, squirming a little more.

Batroc looked up to see what had caught her attention and beheld that Peter and Juliet were undressed now, sinking to the sands in a tight embrace.

When Juliet stiffened with the lovely pain of being entered, Lotus moaned herself. She held the binoculars with one hand—the other crept down her body, slowly making its way to her womanhood.

Batroc was eager to prove what a superior replacement he would make to his own hand; he wanted to grab Lotus and tell her he would be happy to take care of her itch for her. But he would not miss his opportunity to enjoy this very intimate moment of Lotus’s… something he would endanger with a reminder to Lotus that he was there.

Lotus had not forgotten he was there, of course, but she did think her deeds were hidden from his view. However, the slight rise and fall of her ass gave her away. Indeed, they proved even more erotic to Batroc than open masturbation, as he watched with vested interest how she moved her sex against the hand she had inside her panties. And those panties soon darkened with the juices that were making themselves so useful in easing the passage of Lotus’s fingers.

Lotus took it for granted that Batroc would be more enthralled by the show Peter and Juliet were putting on than by the one she was inadvertently providing. But as the action continued, she felt the need to further divert his attention. It would not do to have him see how much what she was witnessing was getting to her.

“They’re doing it… right there… on the sand,” she panted, her lungs pumping so heavily that she only allowed herself a few words at a time to keep from giving away how breathless she was.

“I suppose zen that they have caught on… zis is no ordinary camp! But to give themselves over to ze passion so very readily… hon hon hon… frustrated indeed, they must be! But not zo now, hon hon hon!

“Yes! Frustration can do… so much to a person!” Lotus groaned, squirming on the fingers she herself had forced inside her cunt. She could not bear to think about whether Batroc had noticed or not—she had to keep watching how Peter buried his member in Juliet’s pink little pussy, seemingly irrevocably parting the golden fluff that protected it.

“And how good must it feel to dispel le frustration!” Batroc queried, slowly moving himself above Lotus, straddling her outstretched legs while careful not to brush her flesh with his own.

“Yes,” Lotus said, her voice small and quavering. “It must feel so good.”

“And how Batroc is here for your frustration, as ze little cutie has her man for hers, n’est-ce pas?”

His hands slid over Lotus’s ass, feeling the strong muscles tighten at his touch. He kept going all the way to the top of her panties, giving them a tug that peeled them from her statuesque body as though putting the finishing touches on her glorious nudity.