Marry The Beyond update

Blade had shining silver hair and a perfectly shaped body, all sensuous curves. Her bikini bottoms were so brief that Terry could see the tiny mound of her pussy, haloed with more platinum hair, below a stomach that was smooth and flat. Her skin was the color of ripe peaches and when she turned, her cute round ass gave way to long and shapely legs.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked Terry, giving him a simmering smile.

When Terry’d found the hot spring nearby their campsite, he’d asked if anyone wanted to go swimming, but that’d proved to be too much nature for the girls. They’d gone back to cozy around the fire, while Terry stripped down to his boxers and swam a few laps. Now here Blade was, her outerwear tucked under her arm. She dropped it at the side of the pool and slid into the water, not waiting for his answer. 

“Mmmm, this water’s warm,” Blade moaned. “I can see why you like it so much… how deep does it go, anyway?”

“No idea,” Terry said, kicking his toes under him. “I can’t feel the bottom.”

“Guess we’re better not go too deep, then. Might get lost. If I took off my panties, I might never see them again.”

Terry watched her firm, bobbing breasts as she pedaled her limbs to stay afloat. The full globes bulged out of her top, displaying the lines where her deep tan stopped and the pale skin of her breasts began. He would’ve thought a flashy girl like Blade wouldn’t have tanlines, but the fact that she did proved unexpectedly erotic. 

“That’d be too bad,” Terry said. “They’re real nice… clothes.”

“Uh-huh,” Blade said. “But I’m sure they’d look good on Dana too.”

“Yeah.”

“Even if she doesn’t quite have my body…”

“What about Chelsea?” Terry replied.

“What about her?”

“I thought you two were close.”

“Of course we are. But don’t you think it’d be nice if she was close with Dana?”

“Dana?” Terry repeated.

“Yeah,” Blade said. “They could be close, and then the two of us could be close.” She smiled as she treaded water. “Just as long as we’re up on this mountain, I mean. Where we don’t have to worry about anyone finding out. In fact… we don’t have to worry about anyone finding out now.”

She took a big gulp of air and dove down underwater, swooping under Terry to grab his legs and pull him down with her. Terry kicked and thrashed, trying to surface again, but Blade reached between his thighs before he could. She grabbed everything that was there and gave it a tight squeeze. 

Everything was quite a lot.

“Jesus!” Terry gasped as he came up for air, shaking the water out of his hair. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” Blade said coyly. “What the fuck.”

They were staring at each other, turning all the horseplay over in their minds. Blade could still feel the heft of his huge cock and heavy balls in her hand. Terry’s eyes on her wet body were like hands running over her skin.

“Hey, Terry!” Dana called from yards away, where their campfire burned. “When are you going to fix dinner? You lost the race, remember?”

Leaving Blade pouting at him, Terry swam to the edge of the spring, where his clothes were waiting.

***

That night, they all settled down into their sleeping bags, an additional layer of warmth under the comforting windbreak of the lightweight tent. Chelsea drifted right off with an almost angelic smile on her face; Blade knew that she’d be virtually comatose until morning. But she herself felt much too excited to sleep. She squirmed inside her sleeping bag.

Terry was still awake too. Blade could tell by his breath’s uneven rasping; he sounded as excited as she was. He was laid out right beside her. It would be so easy to pull down the zippers and crawl into his sleeping bag with him. But Dana was awake too. Blade could tell by the quick, uneven rhythm of the breaths she took.

Dana shared a double-sized sleeping bag with Terry and Blade envied her like hell for that. Dana could just reach out and touch that big cock of Terry’s. In fact, that might even have been what was keeping her awake. Blade felt herself burn with jealousy.

If Dana wanted his cock, there wasn’t a damn thing Blade could do about it. Terry was her boyfriend, after all. But they weren’t doing anything. Maybe they were waiting for her to fall asleep, the same way she was waiting for Dana to pass out.

Blade decided to pretend she’d fallen asleep, hoping that Dana would get what she wanted soon. She didn’t doubt Terry would have plenty left for her afterward. His magnificent cock had swollen almost immediately in her hand; she wasn’t leaving this mountain without feeling it plunging deep into her sex. Her ripe young body felt ready to burst with excitement, but Blade forced herself to lay perfectly still, taking calm, even breaths while her mind raced.

With Blade’s breathing deep and measured, seemingly asleep, Dana nudged Terry in the ribs. “So,” she whispered, “are you planning on fucking Blade or what?”

“What do you mean?” Terry whispered back.

“You know what I mean. When I go to sleep, she wants you to fuck her, doesn’t she?” Dana patted Terry’s mounting erection, its firmness proving her words. “I saw you two in the hot spring. I was going to join you, but Blade beat me to it. Now I’m kinda glad she did. I think it’s a great idea. Watching her rub up against you like a cat in heat really turned me on. Watching you fuck her… God… it’ll be like you’re fucking me, won’t it? Just in a different hole. A little like anal, only I’ll be able to sit down.”

“Jesus Christ, Dana,” Terry said, almost forgetting to whisper. “It’s the weekend. On Monday, you didn’t even want to go to fourth base.”

“Then I’d better make up for lost time,” Dana simpered. “Go on, get into her sleeping bag instead of mine. Plow her pussy. Plow her ass. Fuck the fuck out of her! Just don’t close the zipper behind you. I want to see.”

“See?” Terry repeated dully. Things were happening so fast, it felt like his mind was being left in the dust. First Blade had grabbed his cock, and now Dana was outright begging him to fuck her.

“That’s right,” Dana said, her wide smile gleaming in the dark. “And after I’ve seen what she can do, you come back here and help me show her what I can do. I want her to know how a real woman fucks.”

Terry sighed, looking up at the moon through the diaphanous tent. Its piercing light reminded him that they were in the middle of the wilderness, far away from society’s rules and prying eyes. “What the hell,” he said with a final shrug. “You’re always saying we should do more things as a couple.”

He inched down the zipper of their sleeping bag on the side next to Blade.

Blade still pretended to be asleep, but she felt nervousness shiver through her. She wanted to fuck Terry, yeah—but with Dana watching the whole thing? That was a bit much, even for her. For all her boasting, she didn’t know if she could go through with it.

“Just a second,” Dana said. She turned on her side to face Terry as he sidled towards Blade. “Presto. I’m ‘asleep’.”

“Nice.” Terry drew the zipper the rest of the way down, then reached out to give Blade a nudge. “Blade. Wake up, Blade,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Huh? What?” Blade blinked her eyes, pretending to have been asleep to stall for time. She didn’t want to acknowledge that she knew the game they were playing.

“Dana’s asleep,” Terry said. He opened the zipper of her sleeping bag. “It’s just you and me now.”

Knowing that Dana knew about this and wanted to share in the experience only added to Terry’s lust. His cock seemed to throb even harder with every grating sound the zipper made on its way down.

He slipped across the narrow gap between their sleeping bags. Blade’s body quaked as he pulled the top of the bag away, exposing her, and crouched above her body. She could feel the heat of his long member between her legs.

“I’ve always thought those lips of yours looked like they could suck dick like a pro,” Terry said. “Let’s see how they are at a sweet little kiss.”

He tangled his hands in her silver hair and lifted her trembling lips up to be sealed against his. Blade felt some of her fearful tension melt out of her as they touched, his tongue sliding between her lips, against her own tongue, forcing it back.

“Not bad,” Terry said. “When you’re nice and hot, my cock will slide in just like that.” He kissed her again, his tongue twining with hers as Blade moaned pleasurably. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“It’s not that,” Blade keened. “I know that Dana is watching. I heard the two of you. I wasn’t asleep.”

“Damn.” Dana raised her head, with no more reason to continue the pretense. “It was kinda hot, thinking you didn’t know.”

“So you were just gonna spy on me?” Blade demanded. She looked up at Terry. “And you were going to let her!”

“You wanted his cock,” Dana pointed out. “And you were going to get it. You were fine with that when it was happening behind my back. What’s so different now that I know about it?”

“I… I don’t know. Guys and girls are different. Chelsea’s fine with me fucking boys, but with girls it’s…”

“Softer?” Dana asked. “More intimate?”

“Yeah,” Blade said softly. “And with you knowing, watching, it’s sort of like—“

“You’re fucking her,” Terry concluded.

Dana laughed. “Well, what’s so wrong with that? There’s no way you could wanna fuck Chelsea and not want me too.”

“Ha! That’s true,” Blade said, feeling bad for laughing. “I really like Chelsea, though.”

“I like her too,” Dana said. “She’s my best friend. So don’t you think she’d want you to know what Terry’s big cock feels like? She certainly wanted me to.”

“She did?” Terry asked.

“She almost got me to go to a blowjob class with her,” Dana said. “I think she was living vicariously through me.”

“Or she wanted to do you. Lotta that going around, it seems.”

“Oh, you’re not jealous, are you?” Dana cooed teasingly. “What do you think, Blade? Should we have our own sleeping bag? A private little make-out session?”

Blade giggled, the tension broken. “That’d be fun.”

“I’d fuck Chelsea,” Terry said. “And you know she’d like it.”

“Yeah, she would,” Dana agreed. “On the other hand, I think she needs her sleep. All this spelunking really wore her out. You know she’s getting a D in phys-ed… Terry, why don’t we all share this sleeping bag? It’s a double anyway.”

“Good idea,” Terry said. He took hold of Blade’s body and held her against him. For a moment, Blade was prickly, but then she gave it and buried her face against his chest. The contrast struck Terry. Dana had been so prudish, so virginal, but now was a virtual sexpot, while the flirtatious, outgoing Blade hadn’t been nearly as promiscuous as she acted.

He hauled the two of them across the narrow gap between sleeping bags, the slight chill of the winter night stinging his naked flesh even as he protected Blade from it. Then he settled into the larger bag, zipping it shut into a little sauna with their three naked bodies radiating heat into each other. 

Blade smiled, ill at ease, as Dana stroked her back and shoulders. “I never really thought about it,” she said. “Three people in the same bed—or sleeping bag, I guess. I didn’t think it’d be so cramped. All of us… touching.”

“What’s wrong with touching?” Dana asked, hugging her warmly. Her soothing words and touch calmed Blade’s nervousness, and the girl cuddled against her. “I never thought it would be so good to just lie in bed with Terry… after we fucked, I mean.”

Terry grinned a little bashfully. “We should do it more often.”

Dana gave him a pervy grin of her own. “And I should have sex with other women more. I’ve wanted to for a long time, but I thought it would be weird, doing that when Terry and I hadn’t—“

“Now we have,” Terry said, and Blade felt him press against her back, his erection going between her thighs. It seemed insane, feeling his leaden warmth so close to her sex. She squeezed her legs together on it and felt a halved groan from deep in his chest. 

“Now we have,” Dana agreed from the other side of Blade, the couple sandwiching her between them. She circled her hand around one of Blade’s large breasts and squeezed it gently, licking the nipple that bulged out to greet her tongue.

“Hhhn!” Blade gasped. Wild shocks of joy ran from Dana’s sucking lips into her thick, dark nipple. She felt herself being maneuvered onto her back, laid out like a buffet for Terry and Dana to loom over and feast upon.

Terry followed Dana’s lead, curling his fingers around Blade’s other breast and kissing softly between the circle of his thumb and forefinger. Blade was already gasping and writhing with Dana’s tender kissing, and Terry’s genteel suckle only intensified the pleasure she felt.

Blade’s mind swirled in delirious fits. Two mouths were milking her burning breasts, four hands traveling over her creamy skin. Both Terry and Dana wanted her and she happily gave herself to both of them.

More than words, the pleasure cleared her mind of any nagging doubts. If Terry liked what they were doing, and Dana liked it, and she liked it, what could be wrong about it? Blade rolled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts up even higher to them.

“Both of you, suck me!” she moaned. “Suck my tits, my nipples—ggh! It feels like you’re going to drive me crazy!”

They both continued to service her, Terry and Dana’s sides pressed together over Blade’s body, feeling each other’s warm flesh and divining how they were both enjoying themselves. Dana rubbed her lithe body against Terry’s flank, laughing as she mouthed the engorged little tip of Blade’s teat in a slow spiral. 

She didn’t know quite what this was; her head was swimming. They were competing with each other, doing this together, sharing in it, expressing their love for each other to this sweet body they’d decided to almost literally idolize. Dana had never felt anything like it. She most especially liked how Terry pulled hard at Blade’s nipple with his lips and raked it with his teeth. Something about how he had his own special way of pleasing Blade, just a little different from hers, seemed magical to Dana. And from the way Blade was moaning and sighing, Dana didn’t know if she’d ever felt anything so good.

“Now let’s do her pussy,” Dana said. She linked her fingers with Terry’s, moving both their hands as one down Blade’s heaving belly. “Let’s both do her pussy…”

Terry grinned at the strangeness of it all, holding Dana’s small hand in his large one as they both touched Blade’s sensual body. Together, they ran their fingers through Blade’s rich spread of pubic hair. Somehow sensing what each should do, Dana held open the soft outer lips of Blade’s sex while Terry reached down to the soft nub of her clitoris. It was swollen firmly, glistening with the honey that Blade’s cunt was producing. While Dana’s finger slid inside of Blade’s slit, Terry’s pressed down on her clitoris.

Blade bucked and writhed, the heat of both their touches almost more than she could endure. With a shared smile that drizzled oil onto the fire in her groin, Terry and Dana leaned down to suckle at her breasts again, even as they shared in fingering her pussy. Blade cried out, her hands on the backs of their heads as if she could contain the tremors of raw pleasure that they were provoking in her. Grinning around her right nipple, Terry pinched Blade’s clit, and the steaming cauldron of her cunt overflowed, dampening the sleeping bag as it was filled with the scent of lust.

Blade’s first climax of the night hit long before Terry’s cock was even an inch inside of her.

Dana eased Terry’s fingers away from Blade as her wild spasms died down. “Now kiss her,” she said. “I’ll handle her pussy.”

Terry ran his hand up Dana’s body as he took it off of Blade’s pussy, trailing Blade’s glossy cream over Dana’s belly before letting go of her to take one of Blade’s gorgeous tits in each hand. While he circled her wet nipples with his thumbs, Dana burrowed down inside the sleeping bag to the scent of Blade’s aroused pussy. She tasted it just as Terry kissed her.

“Huuugh!” Blade groaned, Terry thrusting his tongue into her mouth as Dana did the same to her cunt. A shocking current passed between the two lovers’ tongues, with Blade’s body a thrumming high-voltage line. It was all she could do to remember to jab her tongue back into his mouth for Terry to suck on. He did, and Blade gasped out pleasure like Terry had ripped it out of her.

“You hot little minx,” Terry gasped when he had to breathe again. “I’m going to fuck your pussy to the brim.”

Dana was still eating away at her, lapping and sucking like she’d been waiting all her life for the cream that Blade was feeding her. “Do it, Terry. Fuck her good. I’ve warmed her up nice and hot for you.”

By now Terry had half decided this was all more of a wonderful dream than his real life. Dana eased to the side so that he could mount Blade, aiming his burgeoning erection at the seething opening that Dana herself had helped prepare for him.

“Fill this cunt,” Dana said. She even put a hand on his shaft to help him inside. “Then I’ll come back and lick all your cum out of her.”

“Yes!” Blade moaned, either in response to what Dana was saying or from the feel of Terry’s cockhead opening up her pussy. “Yes! Do it!” 

Her tight cunt pulled at the tip of his swollen manhood even as Dana squeezed his shaft. She drew her hand away just as Terry surged forward, lodging a full third of his erection into Blade as if trying to split her open. Blade cried out a small, noiseless sigh, voiceless as Terry inched into her.

Dana stretched out beside Blade, licking her lips of the girl’s juices before whispering in her ear: “Don’t you just love it? Doesn’t his big cock feel amazing?”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes! I want it all, I want it all in me! I want his dick!”

Terry gave it to her, clasping his hands in her platinum blonde hair and forcing her to look into his burning eyes as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her trembling womanhood.

“I want it…” Blade moaned weakly, as she took him deep inside her, where no one had ever reached before. She felt Terry’s cock deeper than any man or woman or her own fumbling toys had ever gone. The untried muscles inside her strained to contain him. Her depths pulsed and heaved, struggling to hold both the pain and the pleasure of being impaled.

“You’re going to get it,” Dana said to her. “And you’re never going to forget how it felt. No one’s ever going to fuck you like my boyfriend has.”

Terry stopped his insistent press into Blade as she squeezed her eyes shut, roiling in pain as she was stretched open. After a brief pause, Terry rolled his hips, going back and forth inside of her spreading folds. Then he began twisting his engorged member around, widening her pink-lipped opening, rubbing her clit with his veiny shaft.

Blade sobbed and wailed as she found herself opened wider than she had ever been before, spread like she had never known she could be. She whimpered as Terry pulled out of her, lifting himself on his hands until only his crown remained inside of her, the top of the sleeping bag falling like a cape from around his broad shoulders, its gaping mouth letting in a drift of cool air that lashed Blade’s overheated body. She relaxed momentarily. Then he rammed back inside of her, harder and deeper than ever.

“You’re going to think of this,” Dana tittered, relishing the idea, “every time you touch yourself.”

Terry drilled into her, seeing Blade’s eyes gaping open and her jaw still dropped in a silent, never-ending gasp. He didn’t vary from the rhythm he was stroking into her; he didn’t want to kill her or anything. She climaxed once, twice, then it was more like a continuous orgasm than anything else, Blade’s eyes rolling back in her head as drool ran from the corners of her lips. There was still no sign he was through. He kept slamming into her and rearing back to do it again. It was only because she was listening so closely to Blade’s straining little whimpers that Dana heard her speak.

“I don’t think I can take anymore,” she babbled quietly, like a woman on her deathbed. 

“You have to,” Dana whispered in her ear. “He won’t stop until he comes.”

“Help me…” Blade moaned, going cross-eyed as she came yet again.

“Help you what? Help you fuck my boyfriend? Help you because you can’t take his big cock, not on your own? Help you because you need a real woman to please a real man?” Dana realized that Terry was staring at her oddly and turned to look at him. “Don’t worry about it,” she said in a normal tone. “It’s a chick thing.”

She reached down to squeeze his balls.

Terry roared. That last bit of teasing gratification was too much for him. He hilted his cock inside of Blade as it fired. The blonde felt the first heaving gulp of cum in her depths with a shudder of joy. The next made her cringe; she felt its liquid heat like it had gone all the way into her womb.

Terry gritted his teeth, grunting to add force to every rope of cum he gave Blade. He filled her up, his seed bubbling up around his impaling shaft, and he still kept thrusting, determined to get out every last drop of his semen. Slick with ejaculate, his cock slipped and slid inside her.

Blade thought that she had come for the last time, that her climaxes had reached their zenith when Terry added splattering jism to the onslaught inside her. But no, it was all starting again, even better than before. Her inner folds wrenched, sweat ran down her body despite the wintry chill. She clawed at Terry’s muscular back. Her mouth opened to scream out her rapture, but she didn’t have any strength left to voice it. She could only hold her lips apart as Dana wrenched her tongue inside them for a long, vampiric kiss.

Blade collapsed under the two of them, weak and trembling, the shuddering aftershocks of her cunt still thundering around his member.

“You’re his bitch now,” Dana said. “Which means you’re my bitch. And if you ever want to feel this way again, you’d better make it worth both our whiles.”

“Your bitch…” Blade said. She could barely get the words out.

Terry gave Dana another funny look. She patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ter, you’ll be a great boyfriend to her. Just look at how good you are for me.”

But Terry wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was looking away, a surprised expression on his face. Dana followed his gaze, though she knew what to expect. Sure enough, Chelsea Cunningham had woken up. She was staring, wide-eyed, at the sleeping bag bulging with all three of them, the musk of cum heavy in the air. There wasn’t much point pretending they hadn’t been doing what they’d been doing. Not with Blade looking black-out cock-drunk.

“Morning, Chelsea,” Dana said.