Active observation

And what a sight it was. Kate lay with her back and head against the far wall of the foxhole, propped up by her sleeping bag. Her jacket, sweater and shirt discarded. Her pants and panty pulled down to her ankles, her knees wide open, to give Kylie maximum access to her pussy. Grinning at me, she unfasted her bra, and showed me her petite breasts as a show of confidence, teasing me to join the session rather sooner than later.

Kylie decided to forego her pants and panty too, opened her jacket, shoved her sweater and shirt up to her neck and showing her braless breasts, slightly bigger than Kate’s were. As if they were in a competition to attract the most attention from me. After all, I mentioned something of a reward to one of them.

They were horny, no doubt about it and were long past the phase of modesty. They would have their release. I was set to watch, but dear god, if I didn’t help them reach it, this war would be the least of my problems.

Kylie arched her back and starting planting kisses clockwise around Kate’s pussy. Spiraling closer and closer, making Kate shiver in anticipation. I was getting hard very fast at the sight, which man wouldn’t be. It took Kylie around ten minutes to get to center of her focus, and Kate’s quim was almost leaking moisture. Kate was kneading her perky tits, sometimes pulling at her nipples, sometimes just softly caressing them. She was breathing shallow while Kylie was concentrating her attention just around the clitoris. Kate started to complain, urging Kylie to get on with it.

For so much effort, I had to give Kylie some affection. Gently, slowly I softly placed one fingertip at the top of her spine. She almost shrieked at the touch. I told her to continue her work, to concentrate. My finger traced the outline of her spine, following the curve it made on her back, steadily reaching her arse. I shifted my position from the middle to the back of Kylie while my finger brushed over her arse opening reaching the top of her vagina. Another finger joined the first, found the clitoris, retracted them briefly to wet my fingers in my mouth. Kylie, thinking this was all she would get, moaned in frustration. Suddenly more aggressive she started to attack Kate’s love button, wriggling her tongue in and out of it, clockwise and counterclockwise, again and again.

My fingers returned to Kylie’s perineum. Wet by my saliva and making Kylie sigh of contentment and relief I was not yet done with her. I shifted the angle of my hand, palm downwards and with ring- and middle finger I penetrated her, not all too gentle this time. With fingers bent downwards this time I pushed down into the same spot I did last time. The sponge-like tissue was getting wetter by the second, getting bigger and more sensitive. She muffled and cried as I kept moving in and out, pushing hard into the tissue. With my other hand I pushed on her spine near her shoulder blades, forcing her down, her face pressing closer, her tongue wedging deeper into the folds of Kate. Or licking harder on her clitoris.

Both were panting heavily now, both were close, but I increased my tempo in Kylie. Faster and faster I went in and out, almost brutal. Her panting became heavier, ragged and suddenly she fell apart, not being able to support her position with her knees. She came hard, again, by my fingers. But I was not done. I sat myself on top of her spine, my knees beside her, bent over and whispered in her ear: “Your job is not done yet. Continue.”

And she did. She **** herself to calm her breathing, and kept licking Kate. I bent over even more and was looking directly into the eyes of Kate. “Sssh,” I whispered at her: “Enjoy the feeling Kylie is giving you. Just close your eyes. One of my hands fell on one of her hands, still mauling her own breasts. Her hand guided mine at first, then I took over. Hands slightly interlocked I dragged her hand down and laid it gently upon Kylies’ head, sometimes pushing her down. My hand left hers and trailed back up, enticing her breasts, caressing her around the bosoms, trailing the outline of her nipple with one finger, still wet, doing the same with the other.

The double sensation of Kylie’s work, and me caressing her top, was too much for Kate. Suddenly she forcibly reached with both hands Kylie’s head and pushed her pelvis upwards, making a noise halfway groaning, halfway screaming. She spasmed wildly, twitched later, her eyes completely white, almost **** from her orgasm. Kylie fared not much better. Her orgasm was more measured, but still an afterglow was present on her face, even after wiping her face off.

I let them rest for a few minutes, perhaps longer. Until they had their wits again. I sat myself again in the middle, and simply said: “Well, that was hot.”

I gathered my sleeping bag, crept in it, leaned against the wall, with raised knees, closed my eyes and left the girls to whisper amongst them, while I drifted slowly into the land of erotic dreams.