“This isn’t going to work.” Mike’s voice was tortured as they stood atop the small rise over the clearing, both men training their binoculars on Taylor as she fucked herself to peak in the clearing below.
Her fingers were saturated with her glistening cream, her little mound swollen, the folds reddened from the fucking she was giving it. The pestle was obviously less than satisfactory, but she was making due with amazing efficiency. Sweat gleamed over her body, her sweet juice coating her fingers and her pussy, slick and slippery.
How easy it would be, he thought, to slam every inch of his cock up that sweet, tight little sheath. “Damn, when is she going to stop?” Mike’s voice was tormented as they watched the thick-knobbed tip of the device ease from her gripping muscles then stroke along the slit.
Ivan was silent. His cock ached like a vicious wound, but he knew if he didn’t allow the woman time to ease her hungers then her restless twisting against his body at night was going to end up getting her fucked eventually.
It was too cold to consider sleeping alone with their meagre supplies. They needed the body heat to survive the frigid temperatures. They hadn’t expected with such lush greenery that the nights could be so hellishly cold. Only one large thermal survival blanket had been included in their supplies because of this. That and their body heat kept them warm enough, but the soft female body between the two men was driving them both insane.
Jacking off wasn’t helping much. Ivan had given Mike the order days ago to relieve his need before night fell. They took turns escaping the camp and finding the privacy to achieve the relief. But it flared instantly back to life the minute Taylor slipped into sleep and began rubbing that sweet body against their backs.
Small mewling sounds of arousal would escape her lips. Her hands would wander, slipping between his thighs, delicate silken fingertips finding his balls. Jacking off inside the blanket had become a habit now. She was killing them both and watching her finally masturbate was making him insane.
Seeing the blunt tip of that pestle opening her up, sinking inside the silky, hot entrance as her fingers erotically pinched her nipples was making him crazy. Sometimes she would even rub the device around her little puckered anus, making the two men hold their breath in anticipation, wondering if she would invade that tight little hole. But she never did. She obviously wanted to.
Finally, mercifully, she seemed to tire out. She was flushed from head to toe, her breathing harsh as trembling fingers dropped the device. Then, glistening with her juice, the tips disappeared inside her mouth as she tasted herself.
Ivan’s cock jerked; his mouth watered. How much longer were they going to be stranded on this forsaken planet? Much longer and he was going to lose the battle over his lusts and fuck the hot little scientist. And if he did, there was no way he could deny Mike the same pleasure.
Problem was the thought of that wasn’t eating him alive. Ivan had always considered himself as a possessive man and he had been attracted to Taylor from first sight of her. That possessiveness seemed to be slowly easing, though. His dreams were haunted with the vision of sandwiching her between him and Mike, both of them pleasuring her, fucking her until their cocks finally eased the desperate erections that were making them mad to devour her.
“We’re fighting a losing battle.” Mike was doing no more than expressing Ivan’s own fears. Both men were tormented by the hunger and their own sense of honor where she was concerned.
“We fight as long as we can, Mike,” he growled as he eased the binoculars down and took a deep breath. “We’ll give her a while to compose herself then go in. It will be dark soon.”
It would be time to pack into the bed he had made, drawing the survival blanket over them, feeling her heat soaking into his skin.
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Chapter 3 is coming up soon!
I’m so invested
Good story!