We took this as a sign that we might adjourn. Jesse and I scrambled into my tent. Jesse brought the drum with him and put it next to my stuff. We pulled each other's clothing off. Jesse took my face between his hands and kissed me, stroking my lips and tongue with his silver stud. "Missed you, sweet Esmé...I'm so glad I'm here with you...me, too, Jesse honey, oh you feel so good..." Again, the greedy and languorous finding of each others' bodies in the dark. Whatever might be going on outside my tent didn't matter.
"We've got the whole night," Jesse murmured, so we tried to take our time. I kissed my way down his body until I found his big hard cock. I looked forward to having it in me, but what I wanted first...I fitted my mouth around the head and went down as far as I could, thinking about Kymilla and the woods-god, down by the creek. I hoped she was having a good time now. "Lie down, Esmé. I haven't had dessert yet." Again he took himself out of my mouth and urged me down on my bed. His hands and lips and tongue caressed my body, not merely my nipples, although the things he did to them sent currents of sensation down to my already engorged cunt. His hair brushed against my inner thighs. His breath was warm. I felt the prickliness of his whiskers on my skin just before his mouth opened, covered me, his supple tongue dipping in to...
Oh yeah, Jesse. I like that. Lick me with that silver tongue. Yeah. That's it. Make circles around it. Oh fuck that feels good. Strum it. A little faster...ohhh...ah ah ah ah ah—AH! OH GOD OH FUCK oh...oh God, Jesse...that was...oh...oh...Jesse, what are you.—oh God I don't think I can...oh, do that some more...oh fucking CHRIST I'm gonna—I'm coming ag—ah—ah—ah--AAHHH!
Inside me, contractions and twitches rumbled through me like aftershocks. Outside the tent, there was thunderous applause, or what would have been thunderous applause if there had been more than a couple dozen people in the campground. "Whooee!! Go Esmé! Tell us how you really feel! Sing it, sister!" and similar comments. Shit. I hadn't just been thinking all that, I'd been
saying
it.
"You weren't kidding when you told me you were a screamer," Jesse said, sitting up. "Wow. That really got me going. Here, feel this." He took my hand and put it on his cock. It was even harder than it had been before. "Brace yourself, Esmé—I'm going to give you the fucking you deserve." He parted my legs, put them over his shoulders. This position is never my idea, I don't think it flatters me at all, and I never think it's going to work and when it does I'm surprised. "But first—" he twisted back, felt among my things for the flashlight I'd been carrying. I watched in shock as he hung it from one of the little utility hooks that dangled from the tent ceiling and turned it on. His hair and shoulders were backlit by the light and again, I was reminded a little of the woods-god.
"God, Jesse, no!" I said. "Don't you know that with the light inside, everyone will see us?"
"Sure I do," he said, taking the light and hanging it from a different part of the tent. Now his face was lit goldenly, and his green eyes, but unfortunately, I was lit up too. "I want to see what I'm doing. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. And so what if anyone sees us? They've already heard you."
I couldn't argue with that. So I didn't. I was too busy grabbing handfuls of bedding, and then, any part of Jesse I could get hold of while he rammed me, again and again. He was a little too big and came in a little too hard, and it shouldn't have felt this good, but the angle was right, and it did. When my next orgasm took me, and then another, and another, I didn't even try not to holler.
The guys outside were cheering: "That's it—fuck that hot pussy! Make her scream some more. Put some English on it! Fuck her—fuck her good and hard!"
A woman called out, "Send him over to me when you're done, Esmé!"
"In your dreams!" I yelled back. And then I just yelled. I felt in Jesse that electric tension of the body that indicated that he was approaching the point of no return. His eyes were dark-widened and brilliant as he looked at me, and at the action of his cock. "Yeah, Jesse," I panted. "You did me good. You're ready, aren't you? Come on honey—give me your pleasure—shoot me full of that stuff!"
"Unh," he said, and then shuddered in ecstasy as he spurted into me, his cock jerking and contracting inside me. Once again, the people outside the tent clapped and cheered. Jesse let my legs down and collapsed on top of me.
The only problem I have with sex at my age is that I always have to pee before I feel up to going another round. Anyway, my doctor said I should. The latrine area was down the path behind my tent, but I still felt a little embarrassed that everybody had heard me, and then seen me, only a few minutes before. That's why I didn't look at anything or anybody on the way to the latrine area. While I was back there, I heard, faintly the sound of a truck or a car starting up. That's weird, I thought; have they forgotten nobody can leave? If it's a matter of needing liquid refreshment, our visitor was probably capable of conjuring a wineskin right out of the air. When I came back I had plenty of opportunity to see what was going on.
"Holy pandemonium, Jesse," I said. "Have you had a look at what's going on out there?"
Jesse was lying on his side on the bed, occasionally looking out the door of the tent. "Some," he said. "By the way, I hope you don't mind, someone out there said they needed some lube. I found some of yours in your stuff. You had two bottles."
"Which one did you give them? The partly full one or the new one?"
"The new one. There were more of them than there was of us. I figured we could get by with the other one."
The need for the truck had become apparent: they needed a power source for the air compressor, so they could blow up another mattress—a queen sized one. This mattress had been covered with a blanket and placed in an area from which the chairs had been cleared, close enough to the fire to give light and some warmth. Kymilla reclined on it. Her top was gone, as well as her skirt; the cream linen espadrilles hadn't been seen since she'd gone down to the creek with the forest god. Her head and shoulders were supported on the knees and thighs of Terri, the girl she'd been dancing with earlier. Terri was playing with her perky little breasts. Kymilla's legs were carelessly spread; her open wet pussy glistened in the firelight. The little patch of hair on her mons was dark above it. There were no fewer than five guys crouched around her, all with stiff dicks. I looked at her face; she seemed to be enjoying the situation. I wondered how the woods-god was taking this. Very well, evidently; he must have turned her loose for the time being. He sat on the same sturdy camp chair he'd sat in that morning. He had the Morrisettes' nineteen-year-old twin girls on his lap, one to a knee, and they were both playing with his cock.
The first guy to mount Kymilla didn't take long enough for her to get off, but the second one did. An ascending series of shrieks rose into the night. A third man entered her from a sitting position, and while he was thrusting into her, Terri slid out from under her, turned around, and straddled her face.
"It's wild out there," I said. Then, "Damn. Is that Del I see waiting for the K Train? I wonder what Karen thinks about that."
"She's cool with it," Jesse said. "Anyway, she's busy. You can see inside her tent." And if I stuck my head out of mine and craned to the left, I could see right in the door. The Hannity tent was illuminated too. I recognized Karen's straight hair and center part, even though her face was foreshortened by the angle I was seeing her from. Another woman lay on top of her, playing six to her nine. Karen's tongue lapped and twirled between the woman's labia. I didn't immediately recognize the muscular ass and tennis player thighs that framed Karen's face, but when the woman raised her head and roared, I knew the voice and the French braid. It was Melea.
"Damn," I said again. I looked back at the K Train. Now a man and a woman were lowering Kymilla down onto the cock of a guy sitting just behind her. But it wasn't her pussy he was filling. That was left to another man who had scooted as close to them as he could, contributing to some beast from Revelations: three bodies, three heads, many legs. They consolidated their position and began to move.
Jesse reached up to tap me on the shoulder. "Yo, Esmé," he said. "How about paying some attention to me?" He took his rigid cock in his hand and gestured with it.
