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 ï>¿Cedar Hill Cheerleaders Ch.  14

   It was a dark and stormy night.  Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the
tallest cedar tree on the nearby ridge, setting it alight; the associated
thunder rumbled around the ridge and echoed of the distant mountains.  The
flames quickly spread from tree to tree, fanned by the warm wind heated in
the sandy desert to the north, from whence it came...

   Well; actually, the sun was about to set on a fine summer's day; a few
soft white clouds drifted above the near side of the mountains to the west,
as a gentle breeze wafted up the creek below.

   Amidst the dense forest of cedar trees, not too distant from the town of
Cedar Hill, Hanson Road passed over a very picturesque bridge.  It was a
suspension bridge with twin ornate sandstone towers atop the pylons at
either end.  Each end looked very much like the draw-bridge entrance to
some grand castle.  In the shallow ravine below was Flat Rock Creek, beside
which there was a crescent shaped sandy area where the creek curved to the
south.  As there had been heavy rain the week before, there was sufficient
water to make pleasant gurgling noises as it cascaded over and around the
smooth rocks.

   In the distance, an owl's deep call reverberated; was he proclaiming his
territory; calling for a mate; or, was his call an omen foretelling some
misfortune to cum.

   A few crickets strummed loudly nearby.

   Seated around a small camp fire beside the creek, was a group of five
nerdy guys.  There was nothing remarkable about any of these guys; they
were neither very tall or very short; nor were they extremely fat or
skinny; they were just the type that went unnoticed in any crowd.  They
were:

   Jamie Taylor; who normally spent his Saturday afternoons at the Cedar
Hill high school editing videos of the latest high school sporting fixture.
It was on one such Saturday that he caught the very desirable cheerleader,
Chantelle Spiros walking nude in the corridor of the high school.  Since
then he had encouraged her extrovert desire to be naked and have sex in
public places.

   Greg Arden; he was one of the Audio/Video geeks at Cedar Hill high
school and a class-mate of Jamie.  He played tennis on Saturday afternoons,
and usually stopped by the local Wal-Mart to buy something as an excuse to
see Skye McDougal.  He had dated her ever since he accidently walked in on
her in the Wal-Mart store's unisex toilet.  He and Jamie were the only guys
to have ever seen her huge pussy lips, which she called her 'curtains'. 
Her labia minora were at least 3 inches long when hanging free, rather than
being tucked into her cunt.

   Andy Meadows; he was a class-mate of Jamie and Greg.  He was not quite
as bright as Jamie, who he often consulted when doing his homework.  He had
felt rather lonely ever since Jamie and then Greg had found their kindred
spirits.  However, he was much happier since becoming involved with his
widowed aunt Lorrie, who had moved in with him, his sister Arleen, and
their mother.  Lorrie was about Andy's age, or maybe a year older at most.
She must have spent sufficient time at the gym, or at least exercising at
home, to keep away any excess fat and leave the muscles on her arms and
legs well defined.  She was a brunette with large brown eyes, and she used
her beauty to seduce Andy, not that he minded.

   Michael (Mike) Yorke had a roundish baby face, and sometimes he secretly
wore girls' underwear.  A little over a month before, a lesbian friend had
suggested he grow a beard to make him look less childish, and so it would
tickle her whenever he kissed her pussy.  His beard had grown well, and was
now soft and silky.

   The other nerd was Dinesh (Saju) Sharma.  The nickname Saju was given to
Dinesh by his parents, but his best friends call him that as well.  Very
little else was known about him, except that he was doing the same
audio/video course at Cedar Hill high school as the other four, with whom
he normally had lunch in the school cafeteria.

   None of them could remember whose idea it was to go on this picnic, or
who choose the location, but there they were.  This location had a happy
and slightly erotic aura about it.  It was very popular for family picnics
on weekends, and often used by lovers in the evening; as such most of the
guys had been there before.  For example, Jamie had made love there with
Chantelle one Saturday evening; and Dinesh, with his family and friends,
had spent more than one afternoon building sand castles by the creek.

   The guys had lunched on the finest of American cuisine; cans of
baked-beans and cups of coffee for the main course, and roasted
marshmallows as dessert.

   The topics of conversation for a group of guys were, as usual: cars;
girls; sex; cars; and, being the nerds that they were, the latest school
assignment.

   After some discussion about their audio/video homework; Michael brought
the conversation full circle with this question, "Have you seen how many
fully-electric cars are available now?"

   "Yeah; even the school gardener has one," replied Dinesh.

   Greg added, "Would you believe it's a Jaguar, what's more?"

   "Why not!" Michael was quick to say, "When he bought it, the Jag was
almost the same price as the original Tesla.  Given that, I know which one
I would buy."

   "Yeah; but there are now some new makes that are much cheaper; for
example, the Hyundai Ioniq and the Nissan Lea..."

   "BRRRRRRRRRAP!"

   Just then, one of the boys was the first to pass wind.  None confessed
to being the culprit, but it did lead to a change in the topic of
conversation.

   Jamie noted, "It's obvious that our lunch is about to make itself known;
just like in the movie 'Blazing Saddles', eh?"

   Air leaving the nose is breathing; leaving the mouth is talking; but any
wind escaping from the other end is normally embarrassing; this is called
flatulence, or in the vernacular, a fart.

   Jamie suggested, "How about we have a farting contest?"

   "What will determine the winner; will it be the loudest; the smelliest;
or the one who farts the most?" Mark enquired.

   Jamie added, "I've heard that farts can burn; this is due to the
presence of the hydrogen and methane they contain.  So, perhaps the winner
should be the one who creates the biggest flame."

   Mark thought out loud, "Couldn't that be dangerous?  Won't your bum
cheeks get burnt?"

   "Yeah.  Um; I guess it might be a good idea to keep your underpants on.
But how will we light the fart?"

   "How about we just lean over close to the remains of our fire."

   To ensure greater conflagrations would be achieved, they dined on the
remaining baked beans.  It was just on dusk.

   And so, with their trousers removed ready, the contest began.

   *****

   Miss Janette (Jan) Prentice and Miss Frances Emilia Lambert were on an
overseas holiday from Australia.  They were staying in back-packer hostels
and driving themselves between places of interest in America.  Their
hire-car was a small white sedan with a retractable sun-roof.

   They were enjoying a gap year, after which they both intended to enrol
in an education degree in Sydney.

   Janette was a plain girl-next-door type.  She was a full red-head; that
is, her hair was the colour of brightly-polished copper and she had a
red-heads characteristic freckles across her nose and on each cheek; her
eyes were a healthy captivating green.  She had small pout breasts, just
big enough to complement her trim but otherwise curvaceous body.  The
muscles in her long legs were enhanced by her fine ankles and slight knees.

   Her companion was normally known by her second Christian name, Emilia;
however, her friends just called her Emmy or Em.  She had a similar build
to Jan, but she was a honey blond with peaches-and-cream complexion, a
cheeky precocious face, and bright blue eyes.  She wore graduated glasses
which she only really needed for reading; she felt they gave her an
appealing educated air and hid her true nature; that of a nymphomaniac.

   Emmy was the driver as they left Miami early that morning.  They
travelled north on highway i75 until they reached the Everglades.  Here
they stopped to enjoy a one-hour Everglades adventure.

   As soon as all the adventurers were seated in the airboats, each driver
announced, "Please put on the seat-belt provided; we don't want to lose
anyone in these alligator infested waters, do we?"

   Airboats are flat bottomed vessels that are propelled by a giant fan
above the rear of the boat.  They are a very popular means of
transportation in marshy and/or shallow areas where a standard inboard or
outboard engine with a submerged propeller would be impractical.

   The girls both considered the Everglades airboat ride exhilarating;
especially gliding sideways into the tight corners of the open canals. 
Skimming through the low sawgrass was also an experience, although at a
slower speed.

   There were two airboats, each carrying six passengers, that went out
together; so Jan was able to use her inexpensive compact camera to capture
a few action shots of the other airboat.

   They didn't consider the alligator wrestling, that followed the ride, as
fascinating, since they had seen plenty of videos of Steve Irwin catching
the much bigger salt-water crocodiles in Australia.

   Jan was the driver as they left the Everglades heading west.

   They lunched in Tampa, then our intrepid pair joined a three-hour
manatee and dolphin tour of Tampa Bay.

   As the last of the passengers came aboard and sat down, a tall lanky
sun-tanned guy in a navy-blue t-shirt and blue jeans made the following
announcement; "Hello, I'm Joe, and up there," pointing to a heavy-set
middle-aged man in the small raised cabin, "is your skipper, Jack."

   At this point Jack took over the introduction, "Firstly; would you all
watch your 'stewardess' Joe as he demonstrates how to put on a life-vest."

   Joe forced a smile at the reference to his duty as the 'stewardess'; he
had heard the same reference on ever tour, and didn't think it funny
anymore.  He did however demonstrate placing a life-vest over his head and
tying the straps about his waist.

   Jack continued, "Now could you all put on your life vest; it's located
under your seat.  Thank you."

   Joe and the skipper observed the passengers making sure they all fitted
their vest correctly.

   "Right folks; now let's go and see some of the hundreds of manatees that
live here in the Bay.  We'll go where they feed in the shallows, so you can
see them feed as well as watch them as they breathe on the surface...  Joe!
cast off please!"

   With all of the preliminaries completed, the skipper manoeuvred the boat
out into the bay.

   They approached the manatees' feeding ground from the windward.  Then
the skipper allowed the wind to push the boat slowly over the manatees. 
There were a large number of manatees feeding on the various sea-grasses in
these shallows.  They were easily observed feeding below, and there was
nearly always one or more on the surface breathing at any one time.

   There was great excitement when one manatee came to the surface only a
couple of feet up-wind of the boat; this excitement soon vanished however,
when the manatee's breath wafted over the tourists; it smelt like an unholy
mingling of fart and cow-dung.

   They drifted over them for just over half-hour before the two-way radio
crackled;

   "Spotter bird 1 to Watch boat 3; are you receiving?  Over."

   "Watch boat 3 receiving you loud and clear, over."

   "Dolphin pod feeding 5 miles south-west of your current position, over."

   "Thanks; watch boat 3 over and out."

   Then, using the PA, skipper Jack announced, "Sorry folks, but it's time
to leave the manatees and catch the dolphin while they are still feeding."

   The skipper immediately started the engine and slowly at first, so as
not to hit any manatee, headed south-west toward the feeding dolphin.

   Soon they were able to see the helicopter, Spotter bird 1 hovering high
above.

   The skipper cut the engine and again allowed the wind to push their boat
slowly amongst the feeding dolphin.

   The tourists, including Jan and Emmy, hung over all sides of the boat
recording each and every dolphin that swam within sight.  The atmosphere
aboard the boat was truly electric, with continual shouts of "Look here!"
"Did you see that?" "Gee, they're all around us!" "Hey mum; I actually saw
that dolphin catch a fish!"

   With her camera, Jan mostly took still photos, but sometimes she tried
to capture the action.  She was especially pleased when she actually
managed to record a dolphin leaping completely clear of the water.

   When their allocated time was up, they returned to the dock, much to the
disappointment of all aboard.

   Emmy took her turn at driving as they left Tampa in the middle of the
afternoon.  They re-joined highway i75, and headed north.

   Once they had left the city and suburbs, Jan was intrigued, almost
hypnotised by the look of the various fields they passed.  She used her
camera to photograph the patchwork of colours; sometimes blocks of newly
sown brown or black soil, or squares of orange stubble; other times there
were different fertile crops; green; olive; and even great swathes of
yellow flowers.

   However, Emmy found driving along the frequent long straight stretches
extremely boring, and sought to entertain herself.  She put her left hand
onto her right breast and massaged her nipple through her dress.

   Soon her hand slipped under to increase the pleasure.  This pushed the
shoulder strap down her arm, allowing the side of her dress to fall; thus
revealing that she wore no bra.  Her firm breast was completely exposed;
its nipple stood out, erect.

   Emmy moistened her index finger and second finger before returning them
to her nipple.  She thought, 'Oh yeah, that's much better.'

   Her eyes concentrated on the road in front and the lanes either side;
however, occasionally they flickered to the rear-view mirror to see if any
traffic was approaching.  At that time, the traffic was light on their side
of the motorway, and at the speed she was travelling, normally they neither
passed anyone nor were they overtaken by any other vehicles.

   Jan complained, "Damn!  Just as I pressed the shutter a couple of trees
got in the way." She concentrated on holding her camera still as she tried
again.

   As Emmy's arousal increased, and the novelty of what she was doing
faded; her boldness increased.  She pulled her dress up until all of her
thighs and her bald pussy were exposed; she never used panty.  She sucked
her index finger, before sending it down to find her clit and rub quickly
around it.

   She selected cruise control so that she could spread her legs further.

   On the extremely rare occasion that a car did over-take them, Emmy
thought, 'Did the driver or passengers look this way?  If so, they must
have surely seen her exposed breast.  Did they notice; or even care?' The
prospect of being seen gave her a wash of excitement and increased her
arousal.

   Emmy spread the wetness from her cunt up and down her slit, and
especially over her clit, which had emerged from under its hood; it was
swollen, smooth and very sensitive.

   Again, she sought an extra edge to her sexual fantasy.  The highway was
so straight that she was able to briefly let go of the steering wheel.  The
first time she did this, it was just as a test.  Later, she let go long
enough to lift her dress up and over her head; this left her completely
nude.

   Jan protested, "Bugger!  It happened again.  I tried to take a picture
of that field of lovely flowers, but just as I pressed the shutter another
bloody tree got in the flaming way."

   As a 4-wheel drive came along-side, a boy passenger, about 12 years old,
obviously saw every part of Emmy's nudity.  She nearly exploded with
excitement during this reveal.

   Again Jan protested, "Now there's a damn car in the way!" But she
continued to look that way, ready to try again as soon as the car moved on.

   Emmy watched the boy's reaction as her fingers reached deep within her
cunt, leaving her thumb to rub her clit.  When she brought those fingers up
to her mouth, she saw the boy's smile change; he screwed up his face and
unconsciously mouthed, 'Err, yuck'; but he continued staring until their
car was completely out of sight.

   "Well about time!" Jan exclaimed.  "Great; I finally managed to get a
good picture of those flowers."

   Emmy wasn't really listening to Jan; she was too absorbed fingering
herself.  She had found that it was definitely electrifying and super
exhilarating to masturbate while driving nude.  She was definitely excited
doing it, however she remained mindful of the need to keep control of the
car.

   Whenever the sun shone through the driver's side window it lit her groin
and pussy, as if the target of a spotlight; the warmth quickened her
heart-rate.

   When Emmy turned on her vibe, it attracted Jan's attention.

   "Damn it Em!  Where's your dress?"

   Emmy grinned like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar; she
turned her head and used her eyes to point toward the back seat.

   Despite Jan's protests, Emmy remained nude and used the vibe to add to
her excitement.

   Jan considered recording a video of Em's wickedness, but she was worried
that it could prove to be embarrassing evidence, should Em be caught.

   Then they passed an empty semi-trailer truck that was travelling
slightly slower in the lane on their right; 'Could the driver, looking down
through the sun-roof, see more than just her legs?  Was there sufficient
time for him to make out the vibe between her naked thighs?' These thoughts
made Emmy grin nervously.  'What would happen if he phoned the police?' She
was already beyond the point of worrying about such a possibility.

   Emmy's orgasm approached and she began to breathe heavily, her mouth
open and her nose dilated.  "Ooh; haa; ooh; haa."

   Jan became truly scared and felt they would surely crash; so, she
insisted that Em pull over and allow her to drive; but she was too late.

   "Ooh; haa...  UMmmm."

   Emmy had a short powerful orgasm, more frantic than normal; explosive;
having a real punch; her whole body stiffened as her pussy contracted
violently around the vibe; her entire body was awash with waves of
pleasure. She actually did close her eyes briefly.

   Their car drifted about in the lane, but not dangerously; thankfully.

   Emmy was woozy for a minute.  As soon as she recovered, they stopped;
and she reluctantly put her dress back on.

   Emmy handed the driving over to Jan.

   They had barely re-joined the motorway, when Jan noticed a police car in
the rear-view mirror.  It approached steadily.  As it passed on the left,
the passenger, a police woman, looked them over thoroughly, as if she
suspected something.

   "Do you think someone dobbed us in?" Jan asked.

   "Geez, I dun know.  Guess it's a good thing you made me put on my dress,
eh?"

   "Ah ha!"

   Soon after, they left the highway, and followed the designated tourist
drive to Cedar Hill lookout.

   You would have thought that Emmy was satisfied by her earlier antics;
but no.  She continued to quietly finger her clit under her dress, as she
imagined having her clit sucked by a nude young guy on the stage in a
theatre full of cheering, shouting and whistling men.

   "Em look!  There's a mob of deer grazing in the clearing." Jan's shout
distracted Emmy from her fantasising; but, by the time she opened her eyes,
they had already passed the clearing.

   As they approached the bridge that crossed Flat Rock Creek, the sunset
was so magnificent, that Jan parked just before the bridge.

   They walked out onto the bridge, hesitating only to take selfies with
the impressive sandstone towers in the background.

   They stood there in complete silence, looking up at the beautifully
coloured sky.  A few crickets chirped nearby, as Jan tried to capture the
amazing sight of the brilliant yellow clouds fading through cooler oranges
before only the western edge of each was left a dark red.  At one stage the
cedars even appeared an iridescent green.

   Gradually they became aware of a rattling noise in the distance.  As it
grew louder, they recognised the sound as that of an empty truck.  In no
time at all, the semi-trailer appeared, and tooted his horn briefly as he
sped across the bridge.  The bridge bounce slightly.

   The truck was followed by a swirling cloud of fine dust.

   Jan wondered, 'Was that the same truck they had not long before passed
on the highway?  It certainly looked the same.  Was that a toot of
recognition; or was it a warning as the bridge was rather narrow?'

   The truck had barely disappeared between the cedars, when its noise was
swallowed by a deeper, heavy sound.  This turned out to be another
semi-trailer; however, this one carried a full load of huge timber logs. 
This truck caused a scary, violent bouncing of the bridge as it passed. 
Both girls grabbed onto the handrail firmly.

   Emmy looked worried, "Bloody hell!  I'm not sure it's safe for us to
stay here."

   The crickets did not resume their chorus immediately after that truck
melted into the distant forest.

   "Did you hear that?" Jan asked, as she looked down toward the faintest
of noises.

   "What?"

   Wafting up from the creek below was a sound of voices just audible above
the chorus of frogs that hid amongst the rushes.

   "I thought I heard voices." Jan pointed down toward a small flickering
glow beside the creek, "Down there, look!"

   Emmy put her hand to her ear as she peered into the valley below, "Oh,
yeah; I hear it."

   The sky was now sufficiently dark for the first stars to appear.

   Suddenly the darkness was vanquished by the row of lights that were
positioned along the western side of the bridge.

   The hoot of a distant owl was again heard.  Was this a bad omen?  If it
was, the girls had not noticed.

   Shielding their eyes with their hands, they both peered down into the
darkening valley; soon there was a flash of fire; this was immediately
followed by a chorus of loud laughter.

   "Strewth!  What was that?" Jan exclaimed.

   "I don't know; but I game to go and investigate; what d'ya say?"

   Emmy didn't wait for an answer, but grabbed Jan's hand and pulled her
across the bridge toward the trail that led downward.  The trail was well
defined and easy to follow, due to its frequent use.

   When they neared the trail's end, they could barely make out the five
semi-naked guys who stood around a small camp fire.  Their white
under-pants were the most visible things against the darkness of the river
and the cedars beyond.

   One figure bent over with his behind close to the fire; "PFRRRRRRTT"; a
flash of flame suddenly issued forth.

   "Watch where you're facing, will you." Jamie protested, "You nearly lit
our clothes."

   "Holy shit!" Emmy shouted loud enough to be heard over Jamie's
complaint.

   "Who's there?" A voice demanded.

   Emmy stepped out of the shadows onto the sand as she spoke.  "Sorry
guys; I was up on the bridge when I heard your shouting and laughing, and I
just came down to investigate."

   "Really; and who are you?"

   "I'm Emmy Lambert.  I'm an Aussie chick here on holidays."

   "So now you've seen what all the noise is about, eh?"

   "Ah ha; do you think I could try that?"

   "You mean lighting a fart?"

   "Yeah, what else?  I had eggs for breakfast, so I think I can probably
manage a fart or two."

   "Well you'll have to take off that dress, won't you?  Otherwise it might
catch fire."

   Emmy did a rather professional looking strip-tease in which she
pretended to be reluctant to remove her dress.

   First, she played with the hem; pulling it up, but not quite enough to
show her groin, then quickly dropped it; her head bent low and biting her
lower lip.  She repeated this a couple of times, until she did expose her
bald pussy, but not long enough for the boys to be sure what they saw in
the flicking light of the fire.

   Continuing to feign an unwillingness, she lowered her left shoulder
strap enough to reveal all but the nipple of her pert left breast.  She
still wore no bra.

   She placed her right arm across her breasts, and after a pause pushed
her right shoulder strap down.  Now both breasts became completely exposed
except for her nipples which remained hidden behind her arm and hand.

   Emmy pretended to be startled by a small explosion in the fire; "Blood
hell!" She recoiled back, her arms dropped, and her dress fell down around
her ankles.

   Quickly she put her hands in front of her bald pussy; but gradually she
let the pretence drop, along with her hands.  Her nudity was made even more
erotic by the fact that she still wore her glasses and her Roman-style
sandals.

   Emmy swayed slowly, inviting their stares; she was a most exotic sight;
made more so by the camp fire's flickering light, that danced all over her
nudity.  The love juices produced earlier in the car, glistened on her now
completely visible bald pussy lips.

   James ruined the atmosphere when he stated the obvious, "You shouldn't
have taken off your panties.  You'll need them to protect your bare arse if
you light a fart."

   "But I didn't take them off.  I don't wear any."

   James was amazed, "What!  Never?"

   "Yeah; never."

   "Well you need to wear something to protect yourself."

   Emmy begged Dinesh, as he was the closest, "Hey you; lend me your
underdaks, will you?"

   The sight of Emmy's nudity and her brazenness, ensured that all of the
boys were sporting erections at this stage.  Their rigid dicks pressed hard
against their undies; each like a tent post holding up a small tent.

   Dinesh being a bit of an introvert, hesitated.

   Jeered on by the others; he final pulled his undies down and off;
leaving his rigid cock free to stand proudly pointing at the moon, though
partly hidden behind his left hand.

   He offered his undies to Emmy in an outstretched right hand; his head
bowed low in embarrassment.  She took his undies in her left hand as she
reached for his cock with her right.

   Dinesh didn't know what to do; he had never been attacked by a girl
before, especially such a sexy one at that.

   Emmy played with Dinesh's cock; she squeezed the shaft before gently
stroking its length.  Even if it was already at maximum extension, his
penis very soon became even harder; and definitely painful.  He couldn't
believe what was happening; he felt he must have died and gone to heaven.

   She discarded his undies, and guided his hand onto her pussy.  As he
timidly explored her pussy, she lent forward and kissed him; her tongue
licked his lips.  Dinesh thought, 'This was surely heaven.'

   "Way to go Saju!" one of the guys shouted.  The others cheered.

   Emmy stood on her toes and moved her hips close enough to place Dinesh's
throbbing cock between her legs.  Slowly she lowered herself down onto his
eager ramrod; he sighed as he entered her warm wetness, "OH, shit; ooh."

   Emmy began to force her steamy cunt up and down his rigid cock.  He felt
it being sucked; sucked hard by her massaging pussy.

   Unbeknown to his friends, Dinesh had enjoyed very few sexual
experiences, and he was unable to delay his ejaculation beyond a few
strokes inside Emmy all-embracing cavern.  He sprayed years of frustration
deep within her; coating her cervix with loads of sticky thick cum.

   "OH, gawd no!  Don't pull out!  Shit; I haven't cum yet!" Emmy protested
as her cunt pushed his shrinking manhood free.

   Michael offered to help her out, "Can I be of assistance, Miss?"

   "Too bloody right you can."

   Emmy dropped down onto the nearby blanket and spread her legs wide
apart; the inflamed pink lips of her cunt revealed how hysterically aroused
she was.

   "Well come on then; hurry up; get those damn undies off." She was
impatient to have a cock, any cock stretching her insides again.

   Now Michael had been taught well by his lesbian friend.  She always
liked having her clit massaged until she was very aroused; then she would
insist on having her partner use their tongue and lips to bring her to
orgasm.

   So, Michael knelt between Emmy's legs and lent forward.  She felt his
hot breath caress the tender folds of her quivering cunt-lips; while he
revelled in the fragrant aroma that wafted about her crotch.

   She swooned when he proceeded to mouth her inflamed clit.  It was
already swollen, smooth and peeping out from under its hood.  He enjoyed
tasting the tang of her arousal.

   He swirled his tongue around the edges of her little pea; sometimes
pausing to sucking on it; sometimes just kissing its edges, while his
tongue licked its tip and his beard tickled her pussy lips.

   Emmy moaned, "Ooh...  Um...  Ooh yeah."

   His tongue toyed mercilessly with her sensitive little button.

   He placed his index finger below his chin and slowly pressed it into her
warmth.  When his finger found her sensitive G-spot, she squeezed her knees
tight against his head, "OH, shit yeah.  Tickle me insides, you bastard...
Suck harder; ooh yeah."

   Emmy rocked her hips frantically against Michael's mouth; her moans
prompting him to continue with his administrations to both her clit and her
G-spot.

   Finally, Michael had to come up to breathe.

   His ears finally freed again; he unconscientiously registered the night
noises about them.  These noises were not really noticed by any of the
others; only Jan, who was still standing in the shadows, sometimes became
aware of this chorus.

   While still breathing heavily, he moved up her body until his dick found
her slit; with it laid between her inner lips, he pushed it back and forth
so that the tip bumped against her clit.  He could feel the heat of her
arousal edging his hungry cock.

   He kissed her; pushing his tongue into her mouth with a frenzy.  She
reciprocated, and they sucked on each other's tongue with an urgent
passion.

   Emmy was impatient, very impatient; she reached between them, and guided
that-which-she-so-desired into her moist cavern; in until she felt his
dangling sacks touch her exposed buttocks.

   "Oh yeah; COME ON! ...  Oh; I hope you'll last longer than your damn
friend did." Emmy pleaded as she commenced thrusting her hips up and down.

   Michael was not very reassuring, "I'll do my best; but you know, you're
just too sexy like."

   They soon attained unison in their thrustings; each time he pushed
forward she lifted her hips up and squeezed.

   Meanwhile, the other guys took turns trying to muster a suitable fart.

   High above, a deep rumbling noise followed a streak of light onto the
bridge and off into the night.  Only Jan noticed and stopped watching the
antics of the guys long enough to looked up.

   Emmy and Michael were still both completely engrossed with their own
pleasures; he wallowed in her slippery warm cunt as it rubbed up and down
squeeze his cock; she had her eyes closed, moaning and jerking each time
his dick-head rubbed her G-spot and his pubs tickled her clit.

   "pffftpt." Emmy had an explosive orgasm; though quiet, the fart
attracted the attention of all the guys.

   Andy laughed, "That wasn't very nice; was it, Mike?"

   Michael just moaned, "Ooooh!" His orgasm was very close, and that was
all he could think about; He sped up his thrusting.

   Emmy confessed, "Sorry mate; I bloody-well just couldn't help it...  OH!
Shit, that's great; don't stop; Mike, is that your name?"

   The spasms of Emmy's orgasm had set off Michael.  He felt the sperm
surging through his penis and into this young damsel, seeking to fertilise
her, as was its purpose.  This left him drained; elated; and with a sense
of accomplishment.  In all he added three loads of his own seed to that
left by Dinesh.

   Then, when he was finally able to respond, "Um; yeah; I'm Michael.  It's
only these nerdy friends of mine that call me Mike."

   "Oh."

   They kissed as they continued to lay together; he did not completely
stop thrusting his cock within her, though it was now slightly shrunken and
he only moved slowly; their tongues wrapped around and past each other,
just like two snakes intertwined in sex.

   Just then, a large fish splashed about in the shallow water nearby; this
startled three deer that were drinking at the furthest edge of the
clearing. Their hasty retreat into the shrub, caught Jan's attention.

   Exhaused; Michael finally surrendered and rolled clear of Emmy.

   She wanted more; she knew the second and third orgasms would be even
better than the first.

   Andy and Greg both sensed that Emmy wasn't satisfied yet, and both
walked toward her.

   "Where'd you think you're going Andy?" Greg mocked.

   "Well, where does it look like?  I can see a sexy chick in need of an
experience lover." Andy put his shoulders back and raised his head in a
cocky gesture.

   "You; experienced?  Don't make me laugh."

   "I think I know what she needs, and I intend to give it to her; so
there!"

   Emmy looked directly at Andy, who was the closest; raised her eyebrows;
threw him an inviting kiss, followed by a wink.  "Well come on then," she
said impatiently.

   He lifted his undies out over his erection and let them slide down his
legs.

   Andy lay on top of Emmy, his legs between hers.  He kissed her; licking
her lips with his tongue.

   She was most definitely still on fire, and sought to have him
immediately inside stimulating her G-spot; she reached between them, and
guided his throbbing cock into her warm slimy cunt.

   Without further ado, her hips rocked back and forth massaging his cock;
extracting as much pleasure as she could from its penetration; his curly
pubs tickled her labia.  And still they kissed; their tongues fighting to
stimulate the others lips.

   Jamie bent over the fire, "pfft; pfffft;" his fart did not light.

   "Well Jamie, that was a real fizzer, wasn't it?" The other boys laughed,
especially Greg, who felt a fart coming, "Here; I'll show you like, how
it's done."

   Greg bent over the fire; "BRRRRRRAP".  It was a magnificent sight; the
brilliant yellow flames exploded across the sandy area, lighting up all the
surrounding cedars; the fireball was so intense that it singed his undies.
In its light Jamie saw Jan lurking at the end of the pathway.

   "Hey!  What are you doing there?" Jamie yelled, as he hurried across to
her.  Jan just stayed where she was; frozen.

   When Jamie stood immediately in front of her, she responded, "Err...  I
was with Em up on the bridge filming the sunset, when I; ahh; we noticed a
flash of light down here.  Em wanted to investigate, and forced me to
accompany her; so umm; so here I am."

   "So, you've been here watching us all along, have you?"

   Jan was embarrassed by his implication that she was some sort of dirty
voyeur.  "Well err...  yeah; but I'm not a pervert."

   "What then?"

   "I just didn't wish to join in; and I'm; umm; I didn't want to, err..."

   "So, if you don't want to light a fart; how about you at least come and
sit with us."

   Jamie took Jan's hand and pulled her towards a vacant spot on the
blanket.

   As she sat down, Jamie asked, "Hey; what's your name, Miss?"

   "I'm Janette Prentice; ah, Jan." She sat down in front of Jamie.  "And
who are you?"

   Jamie bowed, with great solemnity, sweeping an imaginary hat from his
head; and as he did, he declared, "Jamie Taylor at your service Miss."

   Jan smiled at his pretentious reply, made quite ridiculous by the fact
that all he wore was a pair of white under-pants.  "And what brings you and
Em to..."

   His question was interrupted by his own loud fart; "PFRRRRRRTT".

   "Sorry; I guess we shouldn't have eaten so many baked-beans for lunch
and dinner."

   Now Jan could barely speak, she laughed so hard.  "Lunch AND DINNER!  No
wonder you're all so windy."

   She continued to laugh as another of the guys attempted to light a fart,
but without much success.

   Dinesh walked over to where they sat.  Jamie introduced him, "Jan; this
is Saju.  Saju this is Jan."

   Dinesh put out his hand, which Jan shook, before he dropped his bare
arse down beside Jan.  She looked him in the eye and beamed.

   "What?" He asked indignantly.

   "Sorry; it's just the first time I've sat next to a naked bloke with a
limp dick."

   "It's me who should apologise.  Your truly pretty; it's just limp
because I only just finished with your friend, and like, that's when it
decided to just hang loose." However, talking about it did cause a slight
stirring between his legs.

   "Yeah, I saw your effort.  A bit bloody quick, weren't you?"

   "Well, I could always try to last longer with you; what d'ya think?"
Dinesh placed his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her dress.  His
dick grew somewhat firmer.

   "Ah..." Jan wondered, 'Should she spread her legs, and so invite his
hand up onto her panty?  Should she reach out and massage his cock back to
life?  Did she really want to encourage him, or even Jamie for that
matter?' As she contemplated this, she looked at Jamie; she saw that he was
definitely primed and ready to go, or was that just a budgie in his undies.

   In her peripheral vision Jan saw that Em still laid there; her legs
spread; her fingers furiously rubbing her clit; and with a trickle of
juices oozing from her cunt.

   Andy had succeeded in giving Emmy a second orgasm, before he too added
to her internal collection of sperm.

   Jan saw Greg moving toward Em.  'Holly cow, what a doozy!' she thought.
His dick must have been at full stretch, as it protruded out of the top of
his undies and its head covered his navel.  She estimated it must be all of
nine inches long, and more than two inches fat, like a club or the wrong
end of a baseball bat.  The sight made her gulp at the thought of it
thrusting inside of Em; now she felt horny.

   'Oh well; damn it.  I've never had more than one guy in an evening, but
here goes.' And with that thought, Jan spread her legs and allowed Dinesh's
hand to move up onto her panty; then she reached out and squeezed the bulge
in Jamie's undies.

   Jamie turned toward her smiling; lent over and kissed her; their lips
intermingled as he licked her lower lip.  Her hand slid under his undies
and pulled his throbbing penis free.

   When Jamie broke the kiss, Jan changed to a kneeling position; she bent
down and mouthed Jamie's cock as she pulled her panty down to her knees.

   Soon after, Jan shuddered as her G-spot was massaged.  She didn't know
if it was Dinesh's fingers or his cock come back to life; she didn't care;
it felt good and Jamie's pre-cum tasted good too.

   The jolts of pleasure shooting from her cunt made it hard for Jan to
concentrate on milking Jamie; sometimes she just stopped, her mouth open,
eyes closed.  She sighed, "Oh, shit; ah; ooh."

   When Emmy saw Greg's club emerge from his undies, she was very pleased,
"Oh, thank you God; thank you!"

   Greg hunched between her spread legs as she waited impatiently,
savouring the anticipation of what he was going to do.

   Gripping his enormous cock with his hand, he placed its bulging head at
the opening of her cunt.  She felt his prick brush lightly against her
swollen ultra-sensitive wet pussy lips.  Up and down the length of her
glistening, hot slit his cock-head went, pushing her love juices before it,
and getting itself coated with those juices.

   After teasing her so for some time, Emmy yelled, "Put the bloody thing
in, for gawd sake!"

   Greg's massive cock inched ever so slowly into her eager cunt; it slid
easily into her, only because she was so well lubricated by her own love
juices, and by the sperm of those that had cum before.

   Her pussy was stretched over its entire length by what felt like an
unyielding tree branch.  It even threatened to penetrate the very entrance
to her womb.

   Emmy exclaimed as Greg impaled her, "OH GAWD!  That feels so damn good.
You're the best.  Please fuck me long an' hard...  Oh, YES; MORE; FASTER
... OOH!"

   He didn't hesitate before jerking his monstrous pole back, allowing her
cunt-walls to suck it as he retreated; then again, he rammed his weapon
hard all the way into her quivering cunt, splitting apart the convulsing
walls; in and out, again; and again; and yet again.

   She was truly pleased that he was so massive; and having him after the
others, when she was well prepared, made her delirious with great surges of
pleasure.

   Another semi approached the bridge; its driver was haunted by the nude
girl he saw driving on the i75 that afternoon, and the two girls that were
on the bridge earlier.  'Was one of them the girl who had been driving
nude?' He thought so because the other girl wore the same outfit in both
cases.

   With his mind already so absorbed with these thoughts; seeing the parked
car in his headlights, further messed with his brain; especially as it was
a white sedan with a sun-roof.  'Was that the one belonging to the two
girls?' He wondered where the occupants of the car were, and what they were
doing.

   Being so distracted and tired, he swerved slightly, but that was enough
for his rig to break through the handrail and plummet downwards.

   KIRIK; KIRIK.  DWOIINNNG: The sound of the semi crashing off the bridge
caused all of the assembled revellers to look up just in time to see two
headlights and a row of orange side-marker lights about to crash onto the
huge flat rock on the edge of the sandy clearing.

   "HOLY SHIT!" "WHAT THE FUCK!" "RUN!" were their cries.

   KLUNK, KIRIK, SPOIINNNG.  By the time the truck had come to rest, the
two girls and the five guys were running away from it; some nude; a few
with just their underwear; only Jan had all of her clothes, having pulled
her panty up immediately before standing.

   They stopped and turned.  In the moonlight, it was hard to make out the
details of the pile of crunched up metal that covered the flat rock.  All
of the truck's lights were broken.

   Jamie yelled, "Someone check the driver!" as he searched for his mobile
phone among their clothes:

   There was no reception.

   Michael and Andy were first to arrive at the wreckage.  "Ooohh; shit;
what happened?  Oohh," moaned the driver.

   The area reeked of diesel and burnt rubber.

   Jamie ran up the path, yelling as he went, "I'll phone for help as soon
as I find a signal, OK?"

   As they waited for help to arrive, they thought it might be sensible to
get dressed.  So, Jan comforted the driver as the others sorted through the
pile of garments and made themselves decent.

   Emmy protested, "Geez, I dun know; it's hard to finish a good fuck in
this damn country."

   Greg comforted Emmy with a cuddle, but neither felt it would be
appropriate to resume having sex; and besides the accident had completely
destroyed what was a truly electrified, erotic atmosphere.

   Soon only Jamie's clothes remained, and Greg took them up the path to
him.

   They both waited there for the emergency vehicles to arrive.

   Greg directed the paramedics down the path, while Jamie answered the
initial questioning of the police; before they too went down to the
wreckage.

   That night Jan and Emmy followed the ambulance to the Cedar Hill
hospital, and visited the driver as soon as his initial treatment was
completed.

   He had thirty-five years of character etched into a face that was a
rough-cut diamond, even without his cuts and bruising; he laid there with
his left leg held up in traction and his left arm in a sling.

   As they entered his room, they could hear the muffled voices of the
people in the adjacent rooms.

   His face lit up as soon as they entered, "I know you two, don't I?  You
were on the Flat Rock Creek bridge about sunset, weren't you?

   Jan answered, "Yeah, we were there." The girls stood on his right-hand
side nearest the door.

   "I thought I recognised your outfits.  Umm...  So how come you're here?"

   "Well; we were down by the creek, near where your truck crash-landed,
and we thought we would come to see how you were."

   "Oh shit; I bet my rigs a-right-off; eh?"

   "Yep; sure is." Jan thumbed backwards through the photos on her camera
until she found those she took of the smashed truck.

   "Good God!  It's almost unrecognisable; isn't it?" He exclaimed as he
viewed the first photo.

   "Yeah, really bad...  And how are you?"

   "Not too bad, I guess...  Hey, if you don't mind me asking: didn't you
pass me on the i75 earlier?"

   "Could have; we did come up that way."

   "So is your car a small white one with a sun-roof?"

   "Sure is.  So how come you remember us passing you?"

   "Well, how could I forget your friend's sandals...  But; but I can't
recall what else she was wearing; why's that?"

   Jan smiled; she knew exactly what he was hinting at, "You're right; she
didn't leave much to the imagination, did she?" At which point Emmy looked
at Jan, screwed up her face, and scowled, "Alright, so I was enjoying
myself; it's not a sin is it?"

   The driver's face nearly split in two with a smile, "Oh, don't make me
laugh; it hurts, you know." Turning to face Emmy, "From what I saw, you do
have a really sexy body."

   Emmy realised that he must have seen all of her nude body as they passed
him that afternoon.

   She took his good hand and guided it under her dress, and replied, "Why
thank you."

   He responded with a smirk, "You know they say, beauty is only skin
deep."

   Emmy looked him directly in the eye and teased him with, "I think if you
care to try, you'll find my beauty goes deeper than that."

   He needed no further encouragement, but slid his naughty finger into her
wetness; deep enough to caress her G-spot.

   Emmy closed her eyes and rocked her cunt back and forth, masturbating
herself on his finger.  He responded by inserting his index finger as well.

   Soon a little man under the sheet caused it to rise, making a small tent
in the process.  Emmy put her right hand under the sheet and went searching
for that tent pole.

   Jan cautioned with a frown, "Em!  Someone might come."

   Emmy was excited by the risk she was taking, and replied "Don't worry;
she'll be right." Emmy mumbled this more to convince herself, than to
reassure Jan.

   Just then, one group of visitors left from the next room, shouting as
they went, "We'll visit again tomorrow, OK?" Their footsteps were initially
loud, but soon became quieter as they headed away toward the elevator.

   Jan again warned, "Em!  Please!" But Emmy made no effort to desist.

   Her hand found the driver's pole which she stroked lovingly.

   Muffled voices could still be heard coming from the other room.

   The proceedings were soon to be stopped by the head nurse ringing a
small bell and demanding, "Could all visitors please leave!  Thank you!".

   Emmy initially ignored the call.  Her hand rubbed the driver's pole up
and down, while she rocked her hips to masturbate on his fingers.

   The footsteps of the head nurse did not phase Emmy, even as they grew
louder, and louder, and louder.

   "Sorry girls, but you have to leave now." It was the head nurse at the
doorway.  She was not aware of the goings-on because Emmy's back hid the
proceedings.

   "Can we stay a few minutes more, Mam?" Emmy pleaded, turning only her
head toward the doorway as she spoke.

   His fingers still moved within her, and Emmy struggled to stand still as
her orgasm approached.  She did however continue to squeeze his cock, even
as the nurse stood there.

   "Well I shouldn't allow it; but what do you say Sir?  Have they cum to
lift your spirits?"

   "Oh, yes; most definitely."

   "OK; but only 10 minutes more."

   "Thank you, Mam."

   Emmy managed to have another orgasm just as the driver soiled the
sheets.




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