give myself away if I cameâ¦.and I didnât want them to see me. I didnât want them to stop. I wanted to see more.
âNot yet,â Tia said softly to Anton. She removed the thick, hot piece from her mouth, leaving it to twitch violently in the gentle breeze, before pulling Anton to the ground.
Anton stretched out on his back onto the soft, red earth. And Tia straddled him. Tia had her back to me, and I could not see their faces. But their rude and wanting privates were very clear to me. Beneath her round bottom and between her spread legs, the lips of Tiaâs hungry pussy parted easily. She touched her open sex to the root of his, and both were immediately wet. She slid her slippery cunt over his turgid penis, not yet fucking him but massaging him. Right from the base where the hard column met the soft cradle of his balls, right up to his bulbous, glistening glansâas sensitive as a huge clitoris.
The honey poured from her as she teased them bothâteased us all. Until their mews and moans escaped them freely, and I squeezed my thighs together wondering if I, let alone her, could bear not to have that cock inside me for one more second.
Finally, effortlessly, she eased herself onto him. They both bellowed with reliefâI nearly did as well. His raging penis slid eagerly into her, and her sopping cunt swallowed it all, his balls squishing pleasingly beneath her buttocks, just before she rose again to expose his glistening pipe and began that sweet, slow rhythm that caused all of our breaths to quicken and our hearts to beat faster.
Iâd never seen thisâ¦.like this. I mean, when I have sex with a man, of course I know what it feels like. But I never really get to see what it looks like. Iâd never seen sex like this before, as a third party, right in front of my face. It was bold and crude and graphicâpornographic, I suppose. It was sloppy and slippery and horny and hotâ¦.and it was wonderful. Tia didnât change her rhythm. She rested her hands on his chest, threw her head back, and just rode. His heavy, shiny prick slipping in and outâ¦in and outâ¦.the pace unchanging. Tiaâs spread pussy slipping and slurping slowly up and down, as if Tia herself wanted to savour that feeling forever, rather than galloping forth to the finish.
Despite her temperance, Anton was only a man. A delicious and very excited man, but only a man. Had I not been wearing any panties, my thighs would have been slick with my own desireâand I wasnât even fucking. So I could only begin to imagine how he felt. His strong legs began to stiffen and then convulse. But Tia maintained her steady rhythm as his orgasm took hold. His taut buttocks lifted powerfully off the ground and his wide, brown hands circled Tiaâs waist, holding her down onto him, violently impaling her with his cock as his contracting orbs willfully gave up their seed, splattering through the gooey, seething canal of Tiaâs pussy as they both gritted their teeth and tried to keep the sounds of their lust from echoing throughout the vineyard.
As his orgasm subsided, Anton sat up, with Tia still astride him, his penis still within her. Thenâwith his chest still heaving, his head drooping over Tiaâs shoulderâhe saw me. His face gave no sign of recognition, but his eyes locked with mine. Iâd thought I was hidden in the dense foliage. But Anton was looking right at me. My heart leapt into my throat, and I held my breath for what felt like an age. Then, without thinking, I ran. I ran without a sound, back down the path Iâd come.
I doubled back and fought my way through the foliage. When Iâd caught my breath, I affected my most casual saunter and called after my friends.
âTia? Anton?â I called.
âYeah, down here, Mand! What happened to you?â Tia answered.
When I reached them, they were dressed, relaxed and smiling. Tia also had her motherâs skill when
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