Wyatt helped Sam clean up most of the dinner remnants after Claire and Hunter made their excuses and slipped off to their tent. As they were finishing up, Wyatt felt the call of nature and excused himself, promising to meet Sam in their tent when he was done. He squeezed one ass cheek fondly through the mostly dry sheer bikini bottom and nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm! Hurry back, Hot Stuff! I've been so wet for your hot cock all fucking day I might just start without you!"
"You're incentivizing competing choices there," Wyatt grinned.
"Hurry back and you can watch me play with my pussy while I talk dirty to you about how much I want you!"
"That'll work," he smiled and walked away quickly to find a bush. True to expectations, as he passed the darkened outline of Claire and Hunter's tent, he heard the distinct sounds of them disrobing each other amidst heavy petting and kissing. Wyatt followed the trail that led away from river and the campsite to find a suitable spot to relieve himself. Judging one place as good as another, he stopped in front of a thick, old oak and sighed as he freed his simi-rigid cock.
The cool night air kissed his shaft and balls and he exhaled loudly with satisfaction as the forceful stream of his urine splashed against the tree and its undergrowth. Just as he was shaking off and tucking his tackle back into his hiking shorts and briefs, a cloud above moved aside to bathe the clearing in which he stood in the clear, sparkling light of a full moon.
Wyatt stood and gazed up at the sky, at the dense scatter of stars stretching out from the moon's nimbus. He took in a deep breath of cool air and reveled in the moment of serenity. This had been a great idea, getting away from everything for a couple of days and he relished it.
Passing back into camp, he skirted wide around the other couple's tent. Still, he now heard clearly the wet sounds and low, feminine murmurs that could only be Claire working on Hunter's hard cock. In spite of himself, he glanced over and did a double-take. No longer shrouded in shadow, the tent was lit up in the bright moonlight. The rain fly was rolled up to let in the evening air and waft away the heat of the two tussling bodies.
Through the gauze of the tent netting, Claire's lush, creamy, round ass cheeks bobbed and swayed as she worked her mouth and hands at Hunter's cock. Her thighs spread wide as she parted her knees to get down lower on his member. In the gap between, he spied her wet sex glistening, spied the swell of her cute tummy dangling, and saw her large boobs swaying, creamy as her ass cheeks in the moonlight. They swayed seductively as she worked on Hunter's cock.
Wyatt realized he'd been transfixed for some time when he noticed the pressure of his erection pressing against the front of his briefs, tenting his shorts. "Ssh," he heard Hunter hiss, "Fuck! That feels so fucking good," he whispered to Claire, "but we've got to be quiet."
Wyatt glanced over at his own tent, thinking that he and Sam could probably just barely hear the sounds of Hunter and Claire's torrid lovemaking from there. If they had their flaps rolled up. If they weren't also similarly engaged - as he was sure they would be if he and she were there right now... Yet the sight of Claire's pale, round, creamy, gorgeous ass cheeks bobbing in the air just on the other side of the tent screen kept Wyatt rooted in place...until Sam snuck up behind him.
One soft hand snaked around his hip to grip his swollen, hard cock through the fabric of his shorts and briefs. "Quite a naughty, sexy sight, eh," she purred into his ear, her breath hot on his neck as she massaged his aching cock through his clothes.
"I was just... and then...," Wyatt whispered to her.
"I know, right? Fuck, her ass looks so hot pushed up in the air like that while she sucks his cock, don't you think," Sam cooed as she unzipped him and deftly fished his cock out to bob, throbbing and hot in the cool night air. "It makes me so fucking wet," she purred, her mouth still hovering just next to his neck. Sam guided his hand to her bikini-clad mound. The fabric of her bottoms was no longer mostly dry. His fingers found her gooey cuntlips and worked under the fabric to caress her as she stroked him. They stood a good, long, pleasant time, admiring Claire's ass together as Claire worked on Hunter's cock and he greased his fingers through her marshy lips.
Sam continued to stroke Wyatt's hard cock as he probed her wet sex as they watched their friends toussle in the tent. Then Claire's face showed clearly in the moonlight. She had turned around to ease her wet sex down onto Hunter's cock, but it was clear from her naughty grin that she'd spied the two of them watching. "Fuck, that's a gorgeous, hot cock," Claire's thick, lush lips framed the naughty words directly at the two of them. Yes, Claire
was
sliding herself onto Hunter's cock, but she was clearly staring at the thick, throbbing hunk of man meat that rested in Sam's soft fingers. "Ooh! Fuck, yes! I want that hot cock! I want all of it!"
Claire slammed her hips down on Hunter, filling herself with him, but her hands reached up to part the double zipper in the tent's entrance, clearly inviting Wyatt to...
"She wants it," Sam said, squeezing his cock. Wyatt felt a shiver run through him that had nothing to do with the crisp chill of the night air. Sam tugged at his cock, surprisingly urging him towards Claire. Claire's delicate fingers reached out of the opening she'd made in the tent fly, waiting to receive Wyatt's hard glans in their grasp as Sam urged him quietly towards her. Wyatt knelt before Claire, his knees grinding softly against the pine needles as she gripped the tip of his cock and drew it through the opening in the zipper. Sam knelt beside him as Wyatt felt Claire's hot mouth close around his cock, her tongue swirling around his smooth, throbbing head to lap up his oozing precum.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Sam breathed in his ear, barely audible above Hunter's soft moans as Claire ground her cunt on his cock.
"Fuck! Fuck me, Baby," Claire said in an urgent, hushed whisper, "I want you to cum! Cum inside me!"
"Ssh," Hunter husked. Claire quieted herself by wrapping her mouth around the tip of Wyatt's cock and sucking on it as she pounded her ass against Hunter's hips. She reached one hand out through the zip to cup Wyatt's balls as she snaked the other between her legs to finger herself to a quiet but intense orgasm, her moans muffled as she purred into Wyatt's cock.
Her climax subsided and Claire slipped her mouth wetly from Wyatt, murmuring, "Aww. That felt so good, Baby! But you didn't cum! Here, let me take care of that! Cum in my hot mouth, Sweetie! I want your cum!" She'd turned to suck on Hunter's cock again. Wyatt and Sam both saw her slip a pair of headphones over Hunter's ears as she purred, "You love cumming in my mouth like this, don't you, Sweetie?!"
