Ingrid's Weekend Part 4

Just sitting around chatting naked is driving Adella crazy, and she’s not good at hiding it. Her penis is only half hard, but that must be taking some effort on her part.

Beth and Riona aren’t content to passively torment her.

“The air’s dry,” Beth notes to Riona. “A bride can’t have dry skin on her wedding.”

“No. No, she can’t,” Riona says, catching on. She bends over to rummage through her bag, drawing Adella’s gaze. Riona comes up with lotion, which she tosses to Beth.

“Ingrid, this is for your own good.”

“What?” Ingrid asks, but then they’re all over her, holding her down and rubbing lotion into her skin.

“I can help,” Adella suggests weakly, her voice cracking slightly. She squeezes her legs together. It’s the first time Ingrid has ever seen her hide her penis. It must be completely hard now.

“Oh no,” Beth tells her firmly, pointing a warning finger. She runs her hands up Ingrid’s belly and over her breasts, making her gasp. “This is all Riley’s. Don’t you dare.”

“Got to get her ready for Riley,” Riona agrees.

“That’s a good idea,” Adella says. “We should make sure that she knows how to please her.”

“Oh, I think Riley will be pleased,” Beth assures Adella, giving Ingrid’s boobs a jiggle. “Who wouldn’t be?”

“Well,” Adella says weakly, sweat shining on her forehead. She doesn’t have a reply.

Riona and Beth coat every inch of Ingrid’s body that they can with lotion. As they do, Adella changes position several times, and Ingrid gets several clear looks at her huge erection. She feels hot all over with butterflies in her stomach and a warmth in her core that she recognizes. She’s embarrassed, but she also can’t find her voice to protest.

Riona hangs all over Ingrid outrageously, and it feels like more skin-on-skin contact than Ingrid gets with Riley in the average week.

“It’s cold,” Riona says casually. “We should share a bag so we don’t freeze.”

“Oh,” Ingrid replies as Riona slithers into her sleeping bag without waiting for a reply.

“Me too,” Beth says, pointing at herself. She starts trying to wiggle her way in.

“What about me? I’m just supposed to freeze to ****?” Adella asks pathetically.

Nobody is freezing to ****. It’s not that cold. But smooshed against Riona, Ingrid isn’t sure how to bring that up.

Beth realizes that she can’t fit. Riona can barely fit in the bag with Ingrid.

“Well,” Beth says, giving Adella a look. “Not sure I can fit in there with that thing,” she says, pointing between Adella’s legs.

“I think you can,” Adella says desperately.

“You’re an adult,” Beth replies, waving a hand. “Handle that first.”

Adella takes that in. She looks at Beth, sitting naked in front of her. She looks at the bulging sleeping bag that contains Riona and Ingrid. She stares at Riona, who can hardly contain her glee, and Ingrid, whose face has been tomato red for nearly an hour.

Ingrid sees the moment that Adella realizes that she is not going to get laid tonight.

Looking dazed, Adella frowns.

“Fine then,” she says, regaining a little of her boldness. She opens her legs and grasps her shaft, lifting it.

Riona and Beth don’t look so cocky now. Ingrid can’t look away.

Adella is thick and uncut. The sight of her fleshy foreskin rolling over the head and back down again is hypnotic. She’s a lot bigger than Riley, and the muscles in her arms and abs make Ingrid tingle. Riona’s also a bit of a distraction.

“You’re so soft,” Riona murmurs, snuggling without inhibition.

Overheated, Ingrid watches Adella’s hand move. Beth makes a gallant effort to look less interested than she is.

Ingrid has seen Riley touch herself. This is different.

Riona has wrapped her arms around Ingrid’s body, and as Adella’s masturbation show intensifies, she squeezes tighter and tighter. Beth has her legs together and a look of concentration on her face. Because she’s the one not in a sleeping bag, Adella’s burning eyes are locked on her petite body.

Adella finally grunts and ejaculates with so much **** that it splashes all over her chest, and even her neck. She groans, still gripping her cock as even more cum dribbles over her fingers.

The moment stretches. The look on Beth’s face and the feel of Riona’s body both tell Ingrid that they’re realizing their mistake. Now everyone is worked up, but they just have to live with it.

“Right,” Beth says, clearing her throat. She tosses a pair of underwear at Adella. “Clean up.”

Breathing hard, Adella mops up her mess.

Beth shoots Riona a wild look. Riona sort of shrugs in reply, causing her soft breasts to rub against Ingrid’s back.

Beth licks her lips nervously. “All right,” she says, crawling over to Adella’s sleeping bag. “Put some knickers on first.”

A bit more relaxed now, Adella complies and Beth slips into her bag with her.

“Now I won’t freeze,” Adella says, enfolding Beth in her arms.

“Right,” Beth says shakily. Now who’s getting tortured? Ingrid and Riona, packed sweatily together so tightly that they can barely move, let alone relieve any of this pressure? Or Beth, whose rear end is pushed up against Adella’s groin?

Riona avoids the question by getting her arm out of the bag to turn off the lantern.

“Go to sleep,” she mutters bitterly.