Rachel shifted under the unfamiliar weight of the backpack. The thin nylon bit into her shoulders, and the harness bounced up and down against the back of her spine.
She didn’t want to complain while they were still nearly in the parking lot, but Callie saw her pained expression. The thin, tapered blonde wore a stained and ripped t-shirt and her typical half-smile.
“Let me adjust that,” she said, pulling at Rachel’s pack. Rachel squeaked. The plastic top of the pack caught her tangled black hair. She was forced down along with the backpack, wincing at as it tugged. Callie didn’t seem to notice. She flipped open the top of the pack and started to toss items into the dust. Rachel was too preoccupied freeing her tortured hair to notice her considered packing scheme falling to ruin.
“Shampoo? Oh, Ethan, she packed shampoo.” Callie said. Ethan, the third member of their trio, stood by. He gave them a weak grin. Rachel didn’t know him well. Callie was her new college roommate. She had invited Rachel on a weekend hiking trip just a few days prior. The city-bred-and-raised girl had imagined a carefree trip up and down a few hills as part of a big friendly group of fellow college students.
She had been too polite to withdraw when Callie revealed that the trip was three people only. The intended trek criss-crossed three rivers, a mountain, and several penciled-in question marks.
Ethan was apparently a High School friend who went to the big public school nearby. He hadn’t said much, and wore a loose collared shirt with a pair of battered khaki shorts. He had thin brown hair that didn’t know where to part itself, and his chin only showed up on cloudy days.
“Rachel, is this a cell phone charger?” Callie asked. She held it out like it was somebody’s severed head. “That means you probably brought your cell phone, too. Leave it in the car.”
Rachel stood, humiliated, as Callie tossed out half of her pack. Callie had even torn away half of her toilet paper, explaining cheerfully that “no one poops that much in the woods.”
On the plus side, she did offer to help carry it the half-mile back to the car. The two walked quietly alongside each other. Callie had left her pack behind with Ethan, and her lithe figure bounced underneath a loose pair of tan pants with a drawstring.
The parking lot was crowded with day-trippers clutching nalgene bottles and rubbing sunscreen on their ears. One woman stood by the side of Callie’s car. She had bright red hair, was perhaps in her mid-20s, and was sweating in the cool mountain air. Her light green top was soaked, and it clung to her heaving chest. She breathed heavy and hot on Rachel as she slid past, and didn’t bother to mumble an apology. Rachel wrinkled her nose.
Callie dumped Rachel’s stuff unceremoniously in the back seat, then slid back past the trembling woman. Callie bumped hips with her, and the redhead hissed slightly, under her breath. “Sorry!” Callie exclaimed, before rejoining Rachel on the trail.
“I hope she wasn’t sick,” Rachel said, glancing back nervously. The woman had gotten into the car, and had her eyes closed with her head tossed back. “She didn’t look good. You don’t want to get sick in the mountains.”
“Oh, I never get sick,” Callie said, and set off on a breakneck pace back up the side of the hill.
Ethan stared at the ground. There wasn’t anything else worth staring at. Callie had taken the rearguard position. She was trying without success to start a conversation with that sullen Rachel person. Rachel wasn’t too bad to look at. A touch heavy, but curved all over, with a nice face crowned with ruby-red lips. She had long black hair that shone in the sun, a contrast from the green and tan backdrop of the forest. She hadn’t given him much more then a nod.
When Callie had proposed the trip, Ethan had jumped onto it. Not that he was much of a hiker. But he was definitely into Callie. He had spent three years watching her grow up in High School. He had been deep into her even before her figure evened out, and her legs acquired that long, coltish stride. He hadn’t had the balls in High School, but now that they were both in College… hiking in the wilderness… long, knowing glances…
Now there was another person along. And Ethan wasn’t optimistic about the chances for a three-way. Maybe it was just as well. Hiking was surprisingly difficult, even after Callie had stripped his backpack to a slight minimum.
Callie gave up on Rachel’s monosyllabic grunting and paced easily up to the front of the trio.
“You feeling it yet?” she asked, conversationally. Ethan risked a smile at her.
“Starting to,” he admitted. “I haven’t had a burn in a long time. It’s a weird feeling.”
“Big guy like you already feeling it?” she said, smiling back. “C’mon! I can see muscle. Let me see it!”
Callie reached out and squeezed his bicep. He flexed it for her. It didn’t look very adequate, but she seemed to appreciate it.
“Ooh, not so bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. You didn’t have that in High School. Looks like you’re growing up.”
She smiled at him. Ethan smiled back. This was starting to get fun.
“Hey, didn’t you do any growing over the summer?” Crap, that sounded like he was talking about her boobs. “Um, I mean, you were skin and bones when you left.” Crap, that sounded like an insult!
Callie just laughed. Actually, it was a little more like a giggle. “You’re supposed to get a little figure in college. I guess I’m still waiting for it.”
“More vitamin A, huh?”
“More like vitamin C.” Callie reached down and squeezed together her boobs for a single, glorious moment. The cleavage surged into her shirt. Ethan blinked. College had changed her, apparently. He liked it just fine.
He changed the topic to High School memories, and Callie cooperated. She laughed at all of his jokes, walked right up next besides him, and gave him long looks with big blue eyes. Around them the scrub brush turned green, grew up into medium sized pines. The air started to turn cold, but Callie, in her loose t-shirt, didn’t seem to notice. She just seemed to want to stare at Ethan.
He smiled. It looked like this trip might work out after all.
This trip is horrible, Rachel thought.
Callie had spent a cursory few minutes chatting with her, then abandoned Rachel to go coo at her apparent new boyfriend. The flirting was getting shameless. She had abandoned her businesslike stride to sway back and forth, one foot in front of the other, like she was halfway down a catwalk. Her hips nearly bumped into Ethan every other second. She was practically hanging on his arm, laughing at all the stupid things he said. And Rachel had seen that ridiculous move with her boobs. That wasn’t even flirting, that was just throwing yourself at someone.
The scenery was boring, an endless succession of the same trees. They probably had bears lurking in them, or something with rabies. There was no one to talk to, nothing to do, except to keep walking.
And to make things even worse, Rachel was so horny she could scream.
“What is it with hiking?” she wondered. Something about it apparently set off fireworks in her head. It couldn’t be Ethan, the drippy boy. But her boobs felt hot and heavy in their thin cotton confinement, and her pussy was disconcertingly wet.
Every single step was just setting her off. Each step set her tits up and down, rubbing them against the inside of her sports bra. Her nipples ached so badly she pondered putting bandages over them. Then she remembered Callie throwing the bandages out of her pack. Her legs rubbed together in a steady rhythm, just this close to touching herself. But not enough.
Rachel tossed her hair back and crossed her arms under her boobs. It didn’t help. Now the undersides were rubbing against her arms. Each step felt far too good.
“Could it be the outdoors?” It WAS nice and crisp and clean, she supposed. And physical exercise did set a lot of girls off, although not like this. Maybe it was a sort of… getting back to nature thing. Like she was a tanned nymph, running naked through the forest, pleasuring herself underneath a waterfall.
Rachel shook herself. Now she was starting to drip. This was unacceptable.
The lovebirds up front weren’t helping. Ethan had managed to keep his eyes off of Callie’s boobs up until now. But his resolve was clearly getting weak, especially because Callie had her arms crossed, pushing them up. He made some joke, and she laughed and took his arm playfully. Then she held onto it. Their backpacks rubbed together…
Rachel stopped. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she squeaked, and headed off into the forest.
Callie was too distracted to even notice she didn’t ask for the toilet paper.
“What’s up with Rachel?” Ethan asked. He tracked her as the chesty girl trudged into the woods. Even with Callie purring on his arm it was nice to watch her ass sashay into the underbrush.
“Rachel?” Callie said. She appeared to have to think about it. The slim blonde was breathing much more deeply then the trail would account for. She fidgeted against him, one arm underneath her boobs, the other holding onto his arm. Her hair trailed in the breeze.
“You know, Rachel? Your roommate?”
“Oh, Rachel!” Callie said. She blinked. “Uhh, isn’t she just going to the bathroom?”
“I guess,” Ethan said. He transferred his attention back to Callie. She wasn’t making it hard to do. Despite her slim hips she was pushed up against Ethan, and was extremely warm.
“So, uh, about us,” Callie said. She toyed with the drawstring on her pants.
“Um, yeah. Us.”
“I guess I didn’t really notice you in High School,”
“I noticed you,” Ethan said. Callie smiled. She bit her lip.
“You did?”
“Oh Yeah. All the guys did.”
“What did you notice?” Callie pulled back, twirled around. The breeze and a light sheen of sweat made her shine in the sunlight.
“Uh, your smile… you were really smart…”
Callie shook her head. “Yeah, right, my mind. Come on. I know you boys. What did you like about my body? Was it my boobs? No, can’t be that. They aren’t that great.” She cupped them and sighed.
Ethan’s cock was at full mast. “Your legs.”
“My legs?” Callie looked genuinely surprised. “They’re terrible. They look like horse legs.”
“No! No way. You have awesome legs. Uh. They’re really sexy.” Was it something in the air? He was never this forward. And especially not with Callie.
“Aw,” Callie said. She cocked a leg, looked down the side of them. “I guess they aren’t that bad,” she conceded. “What else did you like?”
This has got to be it, Ethan thought. He reached down and pulled her close to him, kissed her on warm, inviting lips. She kissed back hard, pushed her body towards him, pulling him closer. A soft whimper came from somewhere deep inside her, and she ground her body up against his.
Her lithe little hand groped at the outside of his pants, feeling around desperately for his cock. Ethan nearly broke the kiss in surprise, started to pull away, as she fumbled for the fly of his pants.
A scream echoed, deep in the forest.
“Wet wet wet,” Rachel thought. She felt drunk, dizzy, flushed in the cool blue breeze that filtered through the inside of the forest. Her mind was overheated with little bubbles of lust, and her boobs felt swollen and needy. She drummed her fingers on the outside of her overheated panties even as she searched for a handy branch, tree stump, anything. A rotting stump would do. She settled for a mossy old tree, fallen over years ago. Any concerns about staining her outfit were brushed away with the first tentative stroke. Her middle finger dipped into her jeans, pushed its way through a moist, slippery exterior, and pistoned in and out.
“What’s wrong with me?” Rachel thought through a fine mist of exhilaration. There was no question this was unusual, that she shouldn’t be slipping a finger—two fingers—deep inside her on a hiking trip. But it was so hard to think of anything besides the fun little bubbles bouncing off the inside of her mind. Every echo seemed to push any of those unpleasant little worries into the deep crevice of her mind, where they belonged.
Her other hand was kneading and pawing at her tits, still bound underneath her shirt. Every little bit helped.
How many fingers was she up to? All she could think of was a naked Ethan, shining like a star, kneeling between his legs as he shoved his cock well inside of her. Deep enough that it knocked her breath out every time he pushed to the hilt. Then cumming so hard that a little white rivulet ran down her legs….
Rachel came so hard she screamed.
Before Ethan and Cassie arrived she had time to make some readjustments.
Ethan stumbled through the dark forest undergrowth, flitting past tangled bushes as he tried to locate the source of the scream. Callie trailed in his wake, face locked in a scowl.
Rachel was shoving her old hiking clothes deep inside her pack. In their place she had put on a brand new outfit. Below the waist she wore a tight pair of tan shorts, the tight fabric emphasizing the curves of her legs as well as an already-impressive ass. Her t-shirt was knotted sailor-style, and pulled down to show off her chest. She was breathing like she had just finished off a marathon.
“What the hell happened?” Ethan said. The expression on his face seemed to startle Rachel.
“Uh, what?” Rachel said.
“You screamed.”
“I screamed?” Rachel looked quizzical. “Oh! Yes, yes I guess I did. I… thought I saw a bear.”
“You thought you saw a bear?”
“Oh, but it turned out to just be a mountain lion. Sorry!”
She gave him a very welcoming smile. Callie came up beside him and took his hand. She gave Rachel an unfriendly look.
“What happened to your clothes?” she said.
Rachel shrugged. “It’s so hot out here, I thought I’d cool off.”
Ethan, looking around for mountain lions, failed to notice the two shooting daggers at each other. The mismatched girls fell into formation on either side of him as they walked back towards the trail, stumbling over brush because they had both eyes either firmly on him or his chest. Ethan didn’t know where to put his eyes. Callie had just given him an amazing kiss and hinted at more, but Rachel had an eye-popping expanse of boob, her nipples barely on the right side of modesty.
They had barely made it to the trail when Cassie stopped.
“Boy, it definitely is hot,” she announced, loudly. “Think I’ll get changed as well.”
She started to take off her shirt, right then and there. Ethan slowly turned around, where Rachel was waiting for him.
“Sorry we got off on the wrong start,” she said. Her voice had dropped an octavo somewhere in the woods. Now it had more suggestion in it then a Tivo.
“I didn’t think we did,” Ethan said.
“Oh good! Me neither. I was hoping someone would keep me company on this trip,” she winked at him, ran a pair of dark eyes down his body.
“Uh… huh,” Ethan managed. If Rachel pushed her chest any more forward they would rub across his chest.
“Alright, I’m decent,” Callie squeaked. Ethan turned around. She was not, he decided, decent at all. Her casual and loose tee had been pulled back and tied off behind her, mimicking the half-naked look Rachel had first put together. Her dusty brown pants were actually ripped just above mid-thigh, exposing a deep swathe of completely well-designed leg. She struck a pose.
“Glad you like my legs,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Just had to show them off a little.”
“You, ah, tore your pants apart,” Ethan said.
“Oh, these old things? They tore right apart. I guess these clothes just want to come off,” Callie said. She ran her hands up and down her body. “Mm. I love being outdoors. Just makes you want to stretch out.”
“Oh, I agree,” Rachel said. She couldn’t quite keep the venom out of her voice. She had adjusted her own outfit while Ethan had his back to her, but there wasn’t much more room to make it sexy. All she could do was tie off the back as well.
Ethan fell back into step with the two of them. He kept his hands religiously to himself. Still, his eyes didn’t know where to go. Callie had the well-toned gazelle legs that went all the way up to here. Rachel had a pair of tits that made it tough to keep an eye on the trail. It was all very distracting. They walked for a quiet couple of hours, through a deepening forest path marked by unending rows of trees. Whenever their eyes weren’t fixed adoringly on him, Ethan noticed, they tended to stray down to the distinctive bulge at his crouch. It hadn’t really gone down since that first kiss with Callie.
“Are you girls feeling… alright?” he said, carefully.
“Fine, Ethan, more then fine,” Callie said. Whenever he looked her way she took the opportunity to toss her hair back and put one leg very carefully in front of the other.
“Oh, I doubt that,” Rachel said. Surprised, they both turned to look at her. Rachel sashayed carefully over to Callie.
“C’mon, we’re both girls here,” she said, to the surprised little blonde. “I can see the signs from well over here.”
She quickly reached out and cupped Callie’s barely constrained boobs. Callie let out a little squeak, but her arms seemed frozen at their sides. Ethan was too tongue-tied to say anything.
“Your nipples look like little mountains. Clearly even a little fondling like this is getting you off.” She tweaked Callie’s nipples for emphasis. “You’re flushed, you’re sweating even though it’s cold out, you’re throwing yourself at Ethan here like he’s got a ten-inch dick.”
Callie slowly closed her eyes. Whenever Rachel pulled at a nipple she let out a tiny sigh.
Rachel dropped her other hand down and softly cupped the juncture between Callie’s quivering legs. “Look at this, dripping like an ice cream cone.” She slowly rubbed her hand back and forth. Callie looked about ready to drop. “And I’ll bet if I blow in your ear,” she said, softly. “You’ll come like a banshee.”
Rachel reached out with her mouth, next to Callie’s ear, but the tiny girl reacted at last. She shivered, and locked eyes with Ethan. “I’m going… to the bathroom… too,” she gasped, her cheeks red. Panting, she beat a retreat into the forest as well. Ethan watched her shaking ass all the way into the forest.
Rachel turned towards him. “I’m horny too,” she noted.
Rachel led the unresisting Ethan barely off the trail, behind a single pine, in the opposite direction Callie had gone in. Her little power play had nearly set her off as well; her boobs felt like an inferno. She fought to keep from drooling. What little thought was left around the animal lust exulted in her victory over Callie.
“Rachel, what just happened there? I don’t understand..” Ethan said. Rachel scarcely noticed. She threw herself onto him, let her titties do the work, while her hands felt around for his fly. It didn’t take long for her to find their way into his pants, and fish out an impressive cock.
This time she did drool. It was perfectly sized, and a drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip.
“We’re just hiking,” she husked, before swallowing him whole. A part deep within her wondered at all of this, at the burning need that had overtaken her, at the difficulty of any rational thought beyond getting her pussy stuffed with something large. Even that was overwhelmed as pre-cum started to dribble down the back of her throat. It tasted like cherries and cream. She couldn’t get enough of it.
Rachel had only planned to suck him hard enough to encourage an enthusiastic fucking. But it was too easy to just sit on her knees and let his cock bob in and out of her mouth, feeling his warmth filling her throat. Her hand crept down between her legs again, and easily found its way back inside her.
“I’m… shit, I’m coming!” Ethan said, and that was okay. He spurted off inside of her, and she exulted in it, the taste and the smell filling her entire body with contentment. To make things better, she could hear the distant squeaks of Callie’s own forlorn orgasm, off on the other side of the woods. She touched something deep inside of her, and it was enough to send her off to dreamland, sighing, a thin trail of white leaking out of her mouth.
“Rachel?” Ethan whispered. He slapped her cheek lightly. She was out of it, completely insensible. He wasn’t sure what to do. The big-titted girl splayed in front of him, obscenely, a deep wet spot staining the front of her shorts. Her hand was still buried deep inside her panties.
“Ethan?” a trembling voice said. Ethan swirled. Callie stood there, still out of breath, her cheeks red. Too late he remembered to tuck his dick back inside his underpants.
“I can’t believe you,” she said, near tears. “With my roommate. This doesn’t make any sense.”
“Look, Callie, I don’t..” Ethan tried. She shook her head furiously.
“It’s not that you fucked her, Ethan. It’s that I want to fuck you! So very badly! It makes no sense!”
Ethan didn’t know how to respond to that. Callie gestured down at herself. “Rachel was right! I’m so horny I feel like there’s a firehose between my legs. My tits are on fire, I can’t stop showing my body off, and if I don’t get fucked soon I may lose it entirely!”
She slumped onto her knees and sobbed. Even so, Ethan couldn’t help noticed that she had lost her bra somewhere along the way back.
“I was hoping you could get me off enough so we could figure out what’s going on, but now you’re already spent.”
Ethan looked down. Considering what was going on, he felt pretty sure he could give Callie another go. But the topic was difficult to approach.
“Are you sick or something?” he asked. “This is odd.”
Callie considered this, then shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve heard of anything that makes you horny. It’s so hard to think, Ethan! Most of me just wants to slip into this comfortable fog of orgasm, where I’m flat on my back, getting pounded—see, I’m doing it again!”
All the filth from Callie was starting to have an effect despite his usual refractory period. Callie noticed. Her eyes fixed on his penis even while they talked.
“Maybe it was that woman we passed? She must’ve given us something, some sort of weird sex bug. Honestly, I didn’t find you all THAT attractive before today, but now? Now it’s taking everything I have not to take that snake of yours and suck on it until my tongue is dry. Seriously.”
Ethan reached full strength again. “Wow,” he said, watching himself. “That’s amazing.”
Callie sighed. “Ethan, can you fuck me? Just until we figure out what’s going on. Then tomorrow we’ll head back and I’ll get treated or something, I don’t know.” She shucked off her pants and panties in one go. Her hair was matted with moisture. The sight reached something deep within Ethan and flicked an on switch. He felt like an animal, a machine. He grabbed his dick with renewed confidence and placed it at her entrance.
“This might make me a little wild,” Callie warned.
“Just hold onto me,” he said, pushing his way in.
It was a good thing she warned me, he thought, a few minutes later. After a short period of deep sighing Callie had shuddered and clawed at him. Now he had her legs bent completely back as he rammed relentlessly inside of her, pushing back and forth as deeply as he wanted to go.
“Oh, you should stop—you’re going to—oh,” Callie said, dimly. Ethan ignored her. Only after knocking her out completely did he gradually slow down his pace. Acting on impulse, he pulled out at the last minute and aimed his cock at her flushed, virginal face. The resulting spray surprised him, after what he had just been through with Rachel. After it was over he felt a little embarrassed at marking his territory so wildly—but he didn’t really feel like wiping it off.
Rachel woke up from a very pleasant dream where she was the stewardness on a long plane flight full of horny men. She opened both eyes, gradually pulled her fingers out from in between her thighs, and took inventory. The relentless lust that had filled her was still there, but at least temporarily pushed back. Now she was hungry. She clambered to her feet and readjusted her clothing. Ethan, sitting on the forest floor, gave her a little half-wave. She noticed Callie smiling as she slept.
“You came all over her face?” Rachel said.
Ethan nodded.
“Why did you do that?”
“I’m not sure,” Ethan said. He shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Huh,” Rachel turned away. The sight of so much cum was getting her turned on again.
“Callie thinks that you two caught some kind of virus. We’re going to get back to town.”
Rachel looked down. “Can we eat something first?”
“Eat something?” Callie said, pulling herself up, shaking her head clear. “I’m starving too.” She wrinkled her nose, felt at her face. “You came all over me?”
“Uh, yeah,” Ethan said. This time he looked sheepish. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“That’s pretty weird, Ethan,” Callie said. She absentmindedly licked the bit she had collected off her fingers. Then she proceeded to clean the rest off and lick her fingers clean. Rachel felt a surge of jealousy.
“And why did I do that?” Callie wondered, out loud.
“Did it taste like cherries?” Rachel asked.
“It sure did.” Callie licked her lips. “Wow. Does it always taste like that?”
“It’s not supposed to,” Rachel said. She pulled her shirt down and sighed. “What the hell is wrong with us?”
Ethan led the unsteady girls deeper into the forest, out into a clearing of low grass and dirt. A cloudbank shut down the sun earlier then it would’ve otherwise. Neither of the girls looked able to hike anywhere, walking carefully on shaky knees. They both fell onto either side of Ethan again, docilely following the path he picked out. The normally boisterous Callie kept her eyes chastely downwards, letting him take point. No one said anything.
“I’ll start the fire if you two pitch the tent,” he suggested. “I’m hungry too. It might have something to do with what’s going on with us, so we’ll feel better after we’ve eaten something.”
“No, no,” Callie said, shaking her head. “You’ve just come twice. You sit down and take it easy, and I’ll do everything. Rachel can go dig a latrine for us.”
Rachel blew a strand of hair out of her face. “I can help. You can go get us some water or whatever. Way over there.”
Even bickering, the two cooperated in pushing Ethan down to the ground and helping him pull off his backpack. Callie immediately began picking up pieces of dry wood from another busted old stump. For each branch, she put both legs carefully together, bent at the waist, and spent good couple of seconds carefully searching the ground for twigs. Her heartshaped ass lingered in the air, and she kept looking back to see if he was looking. For her part, hammering in the tent stakes sent Rachel’s tits jiggling back and forth, especially once she absentmindedly unhooked her bra. The faint scent of sex lingered in the air whenever a girl passed by.
Rachel had the harder time of it. Finally, she called out “Ethan?”
“Rachel?”
“Don’t get up, you stay and relax. Can you just stop looking at me for a second? Whenever you do I can’t seem to stop showing my tits off to you, and this is actually a little complicated.”
Callie laughed, and a hint of malice trickled through.
“Callie, go help Rachel,” Ethan said. It was meant as a suggestion, but Callie froze and walked over to the lumpy, misshapen tent. He built the fire himself, going for a bonfire, figuring that there was little chance of coaxing his horny duo into warmer clothes, at least so long as they had it out for each other.
“Who do—I mean, what do you think we should do after dinner?” Rachel suggested, between huge bites. Night had fallen all over the site, and the only light was the hot glow of the fire Ethan had put together. Both girls had cooed over his firestarting talents.
Both were also using the firelight to their best advantage. It glinted off Rachel’s dark hair, and illuminated Callie’s legs a deep bronze. From time to time they would stroke at his legs, and their eyes rarely left some part of him.
Ethan was horny too, especially after they had finally eaten something. He had to wonder if he was affected as well. Sure, he seemed a little less… single-minded then the lust-filled women around him, but the truth was that he had spent the last ten minutes trying to figure out which one he wanted to fuck the most. The growing heat in the air around them hadn’t helped.
“I think we should be adult about this,” Rachel said. “I should get to fuck you.”
“The hell you will!” Callie said. She threw her arms around him. “I knew him before you, and he’s basically my boyfriend!”
Rachel scoffed. “You’ve already gotten his dick in you, AND you couldn’t even get him off. He had to cum over your face instead. I gave him a blowjob and I haven’t gotten penetrated once today.”
“Only because you tricked me into running off into the woods.”
“No one was forcing you to go masturbate in the backwoods,” Rachel said.
“You knew what would happen!” Callie said. She brightened. “In fact..” She lunged for Rachel’s own prominent boobs. “Lets see what happens when someone starts up on you!”
Rachel leaned well back, and crossed her arms protectively. “You stay the hell away from me.” She turned her eyes towards Ethan. “How about it, babe? I was one hell of a cocksucker, wasn’t I? I’ve got experience, too. Little Miss Virginal here probably doesn’t know how to handle anything.”
“You’ve wanted me since High School!” Callie pleaded. “C’mon. I know I’ve been giving you erections since Sophomore year! You like my legs!” She spread them widely. Ethan did take notice.
Rachel didn’t respond. She had already noticed that Ethan had his cock out and was gently stroking it. It looked larger in the firelight.
“Since neither of you can act like rational human beings, maybe I’ll just get myself off tonight,” Ethan said, more sternly then he had intended. The girls got completely quiet. It was too difficult to decide. And he didn’t want anyone to pout.
“In fact, I think that’s what I will do. You two can get yourself off tonight, if you can’t come to some agreement.” A drop of precum leaked out. It was getting a little hard to use this tactic as a negotiating ploy, actually. The sight of two leaky girls staring adoringly at his cock was enough to set him off.
“You… you can ride him after me, so long as I get just five minutes. Two minutes,” Rachel said.
“No way I’m going second on that thing,” Callie said.
Ethan started to gasp. Rachel seized an opportunity. “Come on,” she cooed. “Cum all over these.” She sat in front of him and pulled her tits out of their inadequate confinement. They hung, impressive, in the firelight. It was all too much for Ethan. He spurted, shot a few feet, right onto Rachel’s cleavage. Rachel shot a triumphant look at Callie, began to lick at her own boobs.
“Rachel, share with Callie,” Ethan commanded. Callie brightened. Without further prompting, she buried her face in Rachel’s boobs, managed a few licks before Rachel pushed her away.
“Share, not all of it,” she muttered, her eyes glassy.
“And now I’m going to bed,” Ethan announced.
The two girls tried to convince him to take the tent, while they slept outside. He almost pushed them in, if it wasn’t for the fireworks he was pretty sure that would set off. In fact, Ethan was fairly certain that Callie wanted that to happen. The doe-like blonde was clearly despondent at her situation, the virus, and most of all, that she had lost a chance to cum before the night was over.
It was all too confusing to deal with. Ethan slid into his sleeping bag and shut it out.
“I hate acting like this,” Callie said, once they were sure Ethan was asleep.
Rachel bit her lip. “I hate it too,” she said. “I’m not this kind of person. I didn’t even find Ethan that attractive. Now…”
“Yeah…” Rachel had to imagine Callie felt the same way. She watched Ethan sleep. Even now she wanted to fuck his brains out. Whenever he was around, that strong masculine voice, that smell… all she wanted to do was get his hands on her boobs. She felt terrible if he wasn’t happy, if he wasn’t looking at her, at her body.
“Do you think they can cure us?” Callie said. Her voice quavered.
“I don’t even know what’s going on. At least Ethan is a decent guy.”
The two looked sympathetically at each other.
“We should’ve shared him,” Rachel said.
“You mean you should’ve shared him.”
“Me!” Rachel scowled. The camaraderie was forgotten. “We’re both in this together, sister. You want to stop being alpha female, you let me know.”
“I’m just trying to help,” Callie said, injured.
“Well, thanks for the help.”
“I’m just saying. Ethan is a leg man. And I’m blonde. And he knows me. You want some of him, I’m willing to give you a taste. But he’s mine.”
“Mine!” Rachel sputtered. “Lets see, will he go for the easy girl with the big tits and experience, or the ice queen that shut him off during High School? Oh, wait, I know the answer, because I’ve already made him cum twice, and you’ve only got him off once.”
“Yeah, but he came over MY face,” Callie said, smugly.
“As if that was..!” Rachel shook her head. Even arguing about sex got her hot, and she wanted to get to sleep before her hot little boobies got her going again. “Lets just go to bed.”
Later, lying in a too-hot tent, Rachel kept her hands firmly at her sides even as she dripped onto the inside of her panties.
“Do you… do you want to get each other off?” Callie said, much later, on the other side of the tent. Rachel didn’t bother to respond.
Rachel didn’t notice that her boobs had grown until she sat up the next morning. Even then, the considerable heft rode so high and proud that it didn’t register until she put her hands on top of them. Waking up with a hand buried deep within her snatch didn’t help, either. She had brought herself to two orgasms, just good enough to drift off to sleep. Her dreams were a mélange of dusky erotic imagery, maid uniforms, and resolute cock sucking.
Her tits were much bigger.
They pushed out across her much-abused t-shirt, and her aureole had spread across a wide expanse of chest. They tingled with quiet heat even when she wasn’t touching them. Rachel stood up and took inventory.
The constant lusty fizzle was still there, giving her the distinct sense that all the problems in the world could be solved on her back, getting plugged. She was still lubed up like a machine. Her nighttime t-shirt tugged against her skin even without yesterday’s tailoring.
But her body was different, too. Those extra ten pounds had melted away, transformed into wide hips and a series of luscious curves. Her body shone with sensuality, and each move back and forth felt like an enticement. The tan shorts hugged her hips so tightly they squeaked with each movement.
Rachel walked outside to look in the thin reflection of the underside of a pan, only to find Callie already there. She gaped. The thin, lost-looking blonde with decent legs had disappeared overnight. Mostly she had grown an impressive pair of boobs, hanging on her still-thin body. She cradled them in both hands, dumbfounded, blinking at the duo. That wasn’t all. Little blemishes had cleared up, her eyes looked just a bit larger, and in general her body was reshaped from “reedy college student” to “curvy bombshell.”
Rachel seethed at it all. As if it wasn’t enough that she had good legs and no weight. She had to grow a great pair of tits to go along with it. AND she was blonde. Ethan was going to take one look at her and bend her over. It was disgusting.
Although, she thought, finding her own reflection, she hadn’t done too badly herself. Her face was now crowned by a beautiful pair of lips, a deep ruby-red, thick and superb.
Neither of them said anything, just examined the slew of changes to their body. They didn’t want to wake up Ethan, after all. Callie started a fire and Rachel cooked.
They ate in silence.
Ethan checked his cock first thing when he woke up. It was nearly automatic; he had it gripped before he exactly knew what was going on. Even in the sleeping bag he could tell it had changed. Thicker, longer, possibly both. Even once he put it down he was keenly aware of it.
So. He had a big dick now. And two sex-starved girls desperate for his attention. Concern about his strange physical changes was overridden by a deep sense of satisfaction.
The girls noticed that he was awake. They tensed, waited for him to emerge. Rachel had already placed bacon and pancakes on a plate for him.
“Good morning, Ethan,” they cooed. Neither bothered to stick their chests out. There wasn’t any point. Ethan noticed plenty well.
“Good lord,” he managed. The two smiled as he shucked the bag. He was already hard. “That’s crazy. You two look completely different.”
“Better?” Callie asked.
“Different,” Ethan said. “I mean, obviously you’re really sexy… and your boobs are much bigger.”
They both preened.
“I’m different too,” he announced. “My, ah, penis is larger.”
There was as moment of silence.
“How much larger?” Rachel asked, breathless.
He told them.
“Wow.”
They watched him while he ate breakfast, breaking down the tent and picking up trash without being asked. Neither really had outfits for their new, enhanced bodies, so the taut fabric strained against their skin whenever a girl bent over or strained to take something apart. Which was often. Ethan just watched.
“So, how are you feeling?” he finally asked. “Still turned on?”
They both nodded. “It’s a weird feeling,” Rachel said. She sat down, crossed and uncrossed her legs. “It’s not bad. It’s comfortable. I even feel… good. It’s just that I want to, you know, have sex. All the time. With you.”
“Callie, same story?”
“Yeah,” she said. Callie paused where she stood. “I kind of like the new body. I guess I should be freaking out about it. But I keep thinking “there’s nothing wrong with me that an orgasm won’t fix.” And that’s just the way I feel.”
“Makes sense. The virus would want us to be happy with ourselves. Maybe it’s even sexually transmitted, gets you all aroused, then sends you off into the world.”
He took a deep breath. “So you’re probably wondering which of you I intend to fuck this morning.”
Rachel and Callie both became very alert.
“Frankly, I’d like to take a shot at both of you. And the way I see it, you both need to orgasm just so we can get moving. It’s really kind of a medical problem more then anything else. But I’m tired of fighting about it.”
“What’re you thinking?” Rachel said. She was already caressing her new, improved chest. After a morning of tight control it felt amazing to start to let go to the pretty pink bubbles in her mind. Fizzle, fizzle, pop, she thought. She wondered if Callie’s pussy was also completely smooth this morning.
“Both of you bend over. And stay bent over. Next to each other. Go ahead, do it.”
Rachel and Callie looked at each, then shuffled in line. Their clothes creaked under the pressure. Ethan stood up and gazed thoughtfully at the two butts presented for his satisfaction. Neither girl could resist wiggling a little, sending little shockwaves through the outside of two perfect asses. They weren’t all that different; perhaps Callie still had a little longer legs, and Rachel just a little more heft. He reached out and, democratically, grabbed one with each hand. Neither girl could resist moaning, and Rachel’s husky voice mixed well with Callie’s blonde squeak. Ethan breathed in. The scent was intoxicating. The virus must be airborne, he thought, half-dazed.
He took a coin out of his pocket. Both girls craned their necks as far as they could as he flipped it, slapped it down on his wrist.
“So, um, what’s it say?” Rachel said.
By way of answer he grabbed Rachel from behind. Callie mewed with deep disappointment. Rachel had thoughtfully already unbuttoned the front button on her shorts, but it was still a challenge to pull them down over her enhanced hips. She helped enthusiastically, until the two bits of fabric were a single tangled heap at her feet. Ethan studied her wide-open pussy for a few moments, watching it glisten, then brought his shaft out and plunged it into her.
“Callie, don’t move,” he said. “You’re going to be next.”
Rachel felt complete. A world of concerns about the virus, her life, her future, all of that drifted away when she had a cock so deep within her she could feel Ethan’s hair tickle her ass.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Rachel said, as pink bubbles exploded inside her, everywhere. “Anything.”
Ethan didn’t bother saying anything, but his work took on a renewed frenzy, and Rachel concentrated on bucking back against him. She had enough cognizance left to smile at Callie, just to her left, as the blonde seethed in horny frustration directly next to her.
“He feels great,” she told her. “God. He just fucks your brains out.”
She knew what she had to do. Fuck Ethan so hard, that he came before Callie had a chance. He’d be hers forever. She renewed her efforts, squeezing down on his penis with muscles she didn’t know she had. The effort made her quake with the pleasure of it all, the divine feeling of a substantial dick plowing her while she hung, exposed to the entire world. She could feel him start to buckle, lose control, and she held back her own mind-shattering orgasm while she waited for it.
Then Callie grabbed her tits.
Her eyes flew open, shocked, but the sudden sensation was too much. Deep lances of pleasure arced all around her body, and she lost control entirely. Ethan had to grab her hips to keep her upright, as she wracked in the throes of a delicious, beautiful orgasm.
Before the usual darkness closed in, she had to admire Callie’s initiative. It was exactly what she would’ve done.
With Rachel out of commission, Ethan had decided to teach Callie a lesson. He teased her, moving his cock just outside of her pussy. She even backed up against him, trying to force him inside her.
“Promise me you’ll stop fighting with Rachel,” he said.
“I can’t!” she cried. “You don’t understand. You’re mine! I’ve always had you! And she’s not going to take you from me.”
Ethan was touched enough to pause. Callie took the opportunity to plunge herself back on him.
“Yeah,” he said, as she worked her magic on his dick. “But you aren’t really the old Callie. The old Callie didn’t fuck me when I stopped moving around .”
“That’s still—” Callie said. She clearly wasn’t in the mood for philosophical discussion. “…all there. I just also need to get fucked now. And so do you. Could you go back?”
No, Ethan admitted, he couldn’t. He needed the sex as much as Rachel and Callie did. And he was different, too. He took control, he ordered them around. He had a dominant side he hadn’t seen before.
“Don’t worry about it,” Callie said, panting. “I’m still me. I’m just fucking horny now.”
Sound advice, Ethan figured. He set up a slow and steady rhythm while he considered, letting Callie enjoy herself. She held on long enough for a second orgasm, at which point she collapsed into the same half-daze that Rachel did. Ethan let himself go when he felt her come again, spraying the inside of her. The two nestled against each other, sprawled in the dirt, their panties little rags between their legs. The only real difference was that Callie leaked white from between her legs. His substantial cock hovered over them both.
“You’re both mine,” he told them.
They passed through the same scenery as yesterday. The day, thankfully, had dawned warmer then the one before, and the cool breeze had eased off. The only thing to mark the difference was the hot bubbles that still kept Rachel on edge, and the new body she carried out of the forest.
Ethan, as was his right, led the way. He set a demanding pace to keep the girls from fighting with each other. As it was, the two had to concentrate just to keep from getting too horny to move. If the constant rub-rub of her chest was hot before, her new nipples were like little pleasure toys. They bounced happily along the inside of her much-abused t-shirt, keeping her in a nice little sexual haze.
So, I’m kind of a fucktoy now, Rachel thought. The thought wasn’t so bad, with the associated images it set off. Rachel on her back. Rachel bent over. Rachel on top. There’s worse things then a life on your back, especially when you’ve hooked a killer guy like Ethan.
They’d go into business, her overheated brain thought. The world needed hot, wet women like her. She’d be an amazing saleswoman, always ready to finish a deal with an enthusiastic blowjob. Or a cook, adding her own special sauce to whatever she made, and keeping a handy supply of cucumbers. Or heck, she could just be a dandy maid, dressed up in a lacy outfit and enthusiastically cleaning whatever was presented for her.
Or whatever Ethan wanted her to do.
Now, if she could only get rid of Callie. The whole “black out when you cum” thing was the problem. Clearly Ethan was attracted to her expertise, and was only giving Callie sympathy fucks. If she could stay awake during sex, she could win the whole game.
Although maybe she would keep Callie around, she decided. It wasn’t bad having someone around to squeeze your pneumatic titties. Or maybe to lick up when Ethan wasn’t home. She could be a live-in maid… no… Ethan would want to fuck the maid. Occasional housekeeper, then.
Finally, Callie put her hand down her shorts and gently massaged herself. Ethan looked disapproving, until Callie explained that she could walk and finger herself at the same time, so long as she got a break every so often to orgasm. Her mood greatly improved as they walked on down the path, giggling softly as she shuddered in pleasure. Rachel abstained. Better to prove to Ethan that she had more self-control. Although maybe he would prefer the girl with more sexual abandon? Well, she could do that too.
All in all, she felt very confident about the future.
Ethan wondered what to do with the girls, back in civilization. Of course, if this was just them, then they’d all be off to the hospital. But what if this was wide-spread? The world would be completely different. The fact that no one else seemed to be around on a normally well-traveled trail was a point in that direction.
All that could wait, he decided. He contented himself watching Callie’s smiling face as she gently pleasured herself all down the trail. Her wilderness experience seemed to enable her to avoid the rocks and other hazards as she came down the road. It was a lot of fun fucking Callie, to turn her concerned expression into a haze of pure bliss. She seemed to have made some peace with her situation, excepting only her stupid rivalry with Rachel.
That was getting tiring. They were both his. Couldn’t they see that? He would fuck whichever he felt like.
Ethan examined that thought. He had changed. A lot.
They turned the final bend, the parking lot just distant beyond a scraggly copse of trees. And nearly ran into the other girl. Callie, her eyes half-closed, bumped into him before realizing they had halted.
There was another girl. She hadn’t noticed them because her own hand was deep within her pussy, and her other cupping her boobs. If she hadn’t been changed into a bombshell already, then she hadn’t been bad to start with. She was Asian, possibly Japanese, with sweat-covered tan skin and dark black lashes that were shut tightly over her eyes.
Ethan’s cock swelled. In spite of himself and his relationship problems he had to think that three made the perfect set. Maid, cook, and secretary? Or maybe cocksucker, sex-kitten, and… another cocksucker? And the girl’s dusky exoticism was enough to hit his libido with a depth-charge. A part of him knew that all he had to do was kneel between her legs to make her his, forever and adoringly.
The girl started to shake as her own orgasm approached.
Rachel’s eyes widened when she saw the girl. A thick current of panic coursed through her when she saw Ethan’s obvious reaction. She looked towards Callie, and the blonde’s frightened eyes matched her own expression. Share three ways? Fuck that!
“Truce?” she mouthed.
Callie nodded as fast as she could.
There wasn’t much time. Rachel reached forward and grabbed Callie, pulled her close. Their enhanced chests made embracing difficult, but it also felt amazing, the two sets of nipples rubbing up and against each other. She grabbed onto Callie’s impressive ass even as the other girl latched onto hers, and they rubbed up against each other as well as two busty women could.
“Ethan?” Rachel called over, just before locking with Callie for a deep, melting kiss. She looked over just long enough to see his attention turn, waver, then lock onto the two of them. The kiss went on for a very long time, becoming mutually more exciting as their pillowy boobs did their work on each other. Rachel, marginally more aware, turned Callie around so she could play with her pussy, while the other girl grabbed hold of her own boobs.
Ethan moved closer, the third girl at least momentarily forgotten.
Callie emitted her usual squeak when Rachel found her pussy. It was strange to play with someone else’s, especially when she herself wanted the attention. But it was also pretty interesting to see another girl react when she pushed THERE and… THERE, just like she did herself. Callie couldn’t do much besides melt into her, a buxom package of quivering tits and ass.
“Come play with us, Ethan,” Rachel said. She tried to keep the pleading out of her voice.
Ethan hesitated, glanced back at the third girl, who was motionless after a thundering orgasm.
“Well….. alright,” he said, pulling his cock out once more.
For safety’s sake the raven-haired girl and the blonde pulled Ethan well away from the tempting, unconscious girl on the side of the road. They knelt together, taking turns licking at the side of his cock, pausing to share through tongue-heavy kissing any precum that might’ve leaked out. Later, Rachel generously let Callie get the first turn with her legs wrapped around Ethan, held up against a tree. She knelt underneath the two and caught whatever delicious fluids flew out of their desperate coupling. Ethan rewarded her patience with a more leisurely fuck while Callie recovered, and it was her that got the full benefit of a glorious, fulfilling cum on his part. And, she thought proudly, I didn’t even pass out. Which meant she got to spoon out what fell out of her dripping pussy and lick it clean. It still tasted like cherries and cream.
When Callie recovered, Rachel sent her with a glance and a nod off towards the dazed hussy just then recovering her footing. The blonde rushed her, baffled, down the trail and into the parking lot, where she was tossed at a concerned Asian man. Her boyfriend, or brother, or whatever, the important thing was that she was gone. In the meantime, Rachel distracted Ethan with a leisurely blowjob in the cool of the forest, keeping him on the brink while her own fingers teased at his swollen testicles. Callie returned in time to share in a pleasant little facial, sprayed over them both as they kissed.
The girls got in the backseat of the car together, and Ethan took the wheel. The parking lot was nearly empty, excepting a rocking SUV at the far end that, he was reassured, contained the lost girl. It had been nice to be tempted, he had to admit, although three girls might’ve been too much to handle. Two girls was a challenge itself.
The radio was wall to wall with updates about the virus sweeping the world, bringing out the more… primitive instincts of the men and women. A manmade agent was suspected, authorities were too distracted to search for a cause. Already, advice on satisfying cock-starved women and their cum-hungry urges had surfaced. A female anchor was trying to keep the rising lust out of her professional radio voice. Rachel had mentioned something about a business while they walked back; he would have to ask about that. He turned the radio off.
In the backseat the two, exhausted, had collapsed on top of each other, blonde and black hair mingled together in a black-and-white, cum-spattered mess. Their boobs bounced in unison whenever the car went over the slightest bump, and their legs were tangled together.
Ethan smiled. With a little cooperation it looked like things would work out.
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