The Dare Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Dare Ch. 02

... between her legs. Hazel didn't resist him but turned to me, "Com-on, big boy, get your gear off as well."

"In a minute," I said. "We are nearly there." And I bent to pick up Don's clothes and the bag he had been carrying.

Sure enough, another twenty paces and the bush on each side of the track finished. It opened out onto lush green paddocks, with a great view down the Harbour to Auckland city. I led them up a gentle slope towards another band of bush and trees on top of the cliffs. Once there, we had a 360-degree view of the harbour and the ridge track behind us. But we were hidden from walkers on the ridge track by the curve of the land. If people had been up at the lookout, they could have seen us with binoculars. Same with anyone down on the beach, but there were only two kiteboarders there, and I was pretty sure they wouldn't have a telescope.

Don wasted no time at all. He dropped the bag and clothes he was carrying and hustled Hazel beside the tree under which I was busy laying the blanket. He pushed her around quite brutally, not the quiet, placid guy I had met a few days before. He was consumed with desire. Bending her over, he fingered her with one hand while he rummaged around in the bag she had just dropped at her feet. He pulled out the jar of Vaseline I had left with them a few days ago. Within seconds he was lubed up and hammering into her arse.

I moved over beside Hazel, lifted her head, and asked if she was okay. She nodded enthusiastically at me, ...

... "He doesn't want blowjobs any more; this gets him off quicker than he ever did before."

I went to fondle her breasts and pull on those lovely dark nipples. As I cupped my hands under them, Hazel reached behind her and digging her fingernails into his arse cheeks, she began moving her arse and hips hard against him. Poor old Don came with a rush, moaning loud enough to scare the birds from the trees.

Hazel pushed him away, dived into her bag, and pulled out the antiseptic wipes. "Clean yourself up properly. I want you and Dave now." I didn't immediately get what she wanted, but it was soon apparent when she pushed Don down onto the blanket and straddled his still erect, sparkling prick. She obviously wanted me in her arse.

"Gee Hazel, are you sure?" I asked. "This could hurt. I'm a bit bigger than Don."

"I don't care. I have been horny for the last two days, thinking about you doing this to me."

She drew me down and kissed me passionately. It was clear that she was very aroused. "Take it slowly, but don't stop whatever; I want to experience this." And she dropped her head to Don and kissed him hard.

Even though she was pretty well lubricated, I still picked up the jar of Vaseline and smothered the length of my prick with it, then began easing it between her cheeks. The old fella slid in much easier than I thought it would, and soon, I was up to the hilt, trying to match my strokes with Don's.

I pushed up on my elbows, the voyeur in me wanting to watch. It ...