If a Tree Rises in the Forest, Does Anyone Blow it?

Deeper into the woods, Trent found Amber resting against a tree. He almost walked right past her such as the thick trunk hid her from view when she leaned against the other side, but he caught sight of her bright blonde hair shimmering in the streaks of sunlight that pierced the leafy canopy overhead. She wasn’t crying, but her arms were folded tight over her chest and her bottom lip wobbled as if the waterworks were soon to follow. Without even being sure of what he should say, he approached her, but she turned in a huff to the other side of the tree, using the bole to hide her from view once more.

“Come on Amber, let’s go back,” he urged her, following her around the trunk.

“No!” she barked petulantly, like a child, as she shuffled further around the tree. “Everyone was laughing at me. Even you.”

“It’s not like that. I wasn’t laughing at you,” Trent assured her quickly, without thinking about what he was confessing. “I was just smiling because I was imagining Chloe standing naked in the forest…I mean…”

He grimaced as he realized what he’d said, and Amber grunted with disapproval.

“You think that makes it better?” Amber continued to move out of sight every time Trent tried to approach. “I wondered why you seemed distant suddenly but it’s because of that big breasted bitch.”

“Hey, now, Chloe isn’t a bitch,” Trent defended the redhead in her absence. He lunged forward with a quickness he’d learned from playing years of football, surprising the cheerleader and catching her wrist. He pulled her into view and held her in front of him with two strong black hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, she is, she keeps being mean to me,” Amber argued, turning her head away, the choice not to look at him the only act of defiance she could manage with his powerful grasp holding her in place. “Everyone is.”

“Well, can you blame them?” Trent relaxed his grip slightly, keeping her firmly in the spot without hurting her. “You call them losers and nerds and generally treat them with utter contempt for even breathing the same air as you.”

“Being sweet is boring,” Amber said, rolling her eyes, not quite seeing the hypocrisy in that sentiment. “And you don’t like boring girls. And besides, I AM better than them. I’m a cheerleader. In the social hierarchy of school, that means something.”

“Okay but we aren’t in school, so those rules shouldn’t apply right?” Trent suggested, trying to reason with her even though he knew from first-hand experience how stubborn Sharon’s inner clique could be.

“Sorry, but social convention applies even outside of school,” Amber shrugged as if her own actions were out of her hands. “I don’t make the rules, I’m afraid. We’ll always be better because we got picked for the cheer squad and we date members of the football team. Even when they graduate and go on with their pathetic lives, everything they do, every success that they manage will be because they’re trying to spite us, the people who were just naturally better in every way from birth.”

“Hey, wait, the football players, they’re higher than the cheerleaders on the social ladder, right?” he asked rhetorically as an idea came to him. “That means without Heather or Sharon or Ashley here, you have to follow our lead. Brandon is the team captain, and he’d want you to be nice to Gavin and Chloe.”

“Ugh, fine,” Amber grumbled, as Trent allowed her to shrug off his grip. “I’ll try to be nice, but I don’t see why I should. I’m not saying anything that’s untrue.”

Tilting his head ponderously, Trent offered what little wisdom he could muster. “Coach always tells the wannabes at try outs ‘if you don’t want to be tackled, don’t get on the field’. Basically, it means if you can’t handle some rough contact, you shouldn’t play. If you don’t want other people to be mean to you, then you shouldn’t criticise them.”

Amber rolled her eyes again, while shifting her weight onto her other foot. “No one can take criticism these days. I know that Gavin kid was leering at my ass earlier even though I told him it was only for your eyes. But I call him out on being a perv and suddenly there’s a fat titted whore coming after me, and trying to steal you.”

“Now, let’s get this straight. No one is stealing me. I’m not your boyfriend, and I’m not with Chloe either. I’m just a guy who likes to have his fun. You know I’ve messed around with Tanya and Sharon too. Chloe is no different. Neither is Victoria. But I’d also like to keep having fun with you, so you shouldn’t feel left out,” Trent assured the blonde cheerleader, as a grin formed on his face. “Besides, you can’t really blame Gavin for staring. You do have a very nice tight ass.”

“Is that so?” she asked in a sultry whisper, swaying in tighter to his body.

“Uh, maybe we should get back,” Trent said, looking down at her mischievous, smiling face, noticing that just below, he could see down into her blouse, where her black padded bikini bra pushed her medium sized tits together to create some very enticing cleavage. Watching as a bead of sweat ran down her neck and into the valley of her breasts, he felt his cock lurch in his shorts.

“In a little bit,” Amber insisted, while raising a solitary hand and placing it softly upon his strong chest muscles. “This is the first time we’ve had any real time alone since I got here.”

“I know, but…we have a job to do,” Trent replied feebly, conflicted between having some fun with the cheerleader and what the others, particularly Gavin, might think. “We…we can’t leave the others to pick up wood all by themselves.”

“Oh, but…” she slid her hand down his front until it slid over the bulge in his shorts. “I’ve found some wood right here.”

“Uuuuh, dammit, Amber,” Trent grunted as the blood rushed away from his head when Amber began to stroke his thick log through his clothes. Glancing around the forest to make sure no one was nearby, he gave in to the needs of his hard cock. “Fine, but be quick about it.”

“Yay,” she cheered whilst she sank to her knees in front of him.

The black teen pushed down his shorts and boxers, his heavy cock flopping out into her waiting hands. She licked her lips and looked up at his eyes as she leaned in and opened her mouth wide to take the long, thick, black cock inside.

All the sticks and branches they’d gathered formed a sizeable pile by the side of the trail. Gavin and Chloe had worked diligently in the absence of their fellow workers to collect as much wood as was possible, but they didn’t want to move on from their current position until Trent and Amber made their way back. The Linebacker and the cheerleader had been gone for some time now though, so not only had the pile of wood gotten too big for even four people to carry to the camp site in one trek, but they’d also picked the immediate area clean of any potential firewood. In truth, they were beginning to worry about the safety of the other two as well, though more for Trent’s sake than for Amber.

“They’ve definitely been gone far too long now,” Chloe said, referencing a conversation she’d had with Gavin only five minutes prior when he insisted that they give the others a little more time to return.

“Do you really think they got lost?” Gavin asked, silently agreeing that should have been back by now.

“I can’t see how. She wasn’t that far ahead of him, and all they had to do was walk straight back the way they came,” Chloe reasoned, choosing not to voice her suspicion that Amber had done something to hold the pair up.

“Unless she ran further than we thought? Like all the way to Zaffre Falls?” Gavin suggested, worriedly looking out into the woods. He’d learned from Victoria’s time missing up the mountain that there were any number of holes or pits that could befall the teens if they went off-course, and even someone as athletic as Trent wasn’t impervious.

“Maybe,” Chloe admitted with a sigh. “I guess the only thing we can do is go look for them ourselves and hope they don’t come back by another path or we don’t get lost too.”

Leading the way, Gavin walked through the forest in the general direction that he remembered seeing Amber run off. Chloe walked beside him, just a half step behind, looking around and covering everywhere Gavin wasn’t searching. However, the problem was that once they left the main path, without it to orientate them, all the trees started to look similar. Felled branches and dirt mounds caused them to walk around rather than over, until they weren’t even entirely sure they were still heading in the same direction that they started from. No amount of open world sandbox gaming could have prepared Gavin for how dense and claustrophobic the forest could be.

Something warm and soft slithered into his hand. He jolted, tensing up and turning to see what it was, only to find Chloe leaning in closer, holding his palm in hers, fingers intertwined. Catching his surprised expression and offering a bashful smile in response, his redhead friend explained, “Don’t go losing me too.”

“I won’t,” he assured her, glad he had her by his side, even if they did get lost. “We’ll stick together.”

Unfortunately, Chloe knew him too well. She laughed lightly and asked, “You don’t know where we are either, do you?”

“I…have some idea…” While Gavin wasn’t the stereotypical male, the stubborn inability to admit he was lost was something he shared with his gender. “I think we must be near a stream or Zaffre Falls. Listen. Can’t you hear that water trickling nearby?”

With a frown she cocked her ear to the sky, listening for any sound of water running or splashing but heard nothing like that. However, faintly, on the breeze, she could just make out the sound of slopping and slushing, like a basin being plunged. “I don’t think that’s a waterfall,” she told Gavin.

His glasses slipped down his nose a little as he furrowed his brow, listening more closely to the noise now too. “You do hear it as well though, right?” Gavin asked, picking up the sucking, slurping sound again, and hoping the wind wasn’t simply playing trick on him. “If it isn’t water, what could it be?”

“I don’t know. There’s something very familiar about the sound, but…” The word that was on her mind was ‘arousing’, but she couldn’t imagine what kind of wild, wet churning noise could elicit that response in her body. “Do you think we should check it out?”

“Are we sure?” Gavin asked, glancing down at her hand in his, her palm suddenly feeling very hot and moist against his. “If we deviate too far, we might not be able to find our way back, or find Trent and Amber.”

“But what if this has something to do with them?” Chloe countered. Truth was that the sound and her reaction had her curious what it could be, but that it might involve Amber and Trent seemed reasonable to her as well. “It’d be too much of a coincidence for those two to go missing and for this strange sound to appear in the woods at the same time.”

“Okay, but if anyone asks, you got us lost,” he teased her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you didn’t know where you were going either,” she fired back playfully, sticking out her tongue as she now guided him by hand towards the sound.

The sloshing, slurping sound of something wet being pumped and plunged wasn’t hard to track. As they drew closer, the noise became even louder until it was no longer carried on the wind and instead overwhelmed the air. Yet it was still impossible for either teen to pinpoint exactly what it was. One minute it sounded like a deep, drinking gulp and then a coughing squishy splutter, neither of which made sense. Gavin began to worry that someone was hurt, distressed and unable to breathe, but to Chloe, it almost sounded like…

The sight of Trent with his back against the tree as Amber swallowed his cock balls deep made Chloe and Gavin stop in their tracks. Gavin ducked behind a tree but kept watching as the blonde cheerleader throatfucked herself on Trent thick black dick, making herself **** and gag. Her long golden locks were wrapped around his large hand, but she was definitely doing all the work, impaling her mouth on his dick as the football player leaned back against the trunk and groaned loudly. After Trent’s kiss that morning, Gavin wasn’t sure if he should feel hurt or betrayed by his messing around with Amber, but he did feel a little jealous that the cheerleader was managing to make him feel that good. He wasn’t sure how he might perform solo, without Chloe’s guidance.

Though she’d recognized the sounds, actually stumbling upon a blowjob was something of a surprise for Chloe, though not a first. It reminded her of a time, racing the trail with Zack on their second day, when they’d found Ashley sucking off Brandon in the middle of the woods too. Looking back, that might have been the beginning of the end of her sexual relationship with Zack, since seeing Zack and teasing him with a bared view of her ass and pussy was what had put her best and oldest friend on Ashley’s radar. She glanced sideways at Gavin, wondering if this was going to be the start of something between him and Amber, and a smile formed on her lips as she thought of a way to mess with the bimbo cheerleader even further.

“Let’s just go,” Gavin whispered as he turned to go while still holding her hand. “I’m sure they’ll catch up when they’re finished.”

“No way,” Chloe insisted, rushing headlong towards the linebacker and the cheerleader, tugging Gavin along behind her. The blowjob really must have been quite something because neither looked up or heard her approach until she was right beside them. “So, this is what you two have been doing? While you’ve been getting your cock sucked, we did all the actual work.”

“Oh no, really? You got stuck doing all the work?” Amber smirked as she feigned guilt. “I guess we just got a little sidetracked.”

“Sidetracked my ass, you devious little bitch,” Chloe huffed. “Were the waterworks even real?”

“Of course, you guys were really mean,” Amber pouted while her hand continued to idly stroke Trent’s dick, enough to keep him hard but slow and soft so that he wouldn’t erupt before she was ready. “But Trent convinced me to be nicer, so I started with him. I told you he’d prefer me.”

“I wasn’t aware he was given the choice,” Chloe replied, but she noticed Trent didn’t disagree. Then again, his attention was still squarely focused on the small white hand pumping his thick black cock. “But you picked the wrong girl to compete with. I’ve played sports my entire life. I’ve shared locker rooms with girls who were just as bitchy and manipulative as you are. They never bothered me because my friend Meagan always made them stop. Do you know how she did that? What she taught me to do?”

“Turn the other cheek?” Amber’s contemptuous gaze fell to Chloe’s wide hips. “You’ve got plenty.”

“No…” Chloe grabbed Gavin and pushed him against the tree beside Trent. “You beat them at their own game.”

Chloe squatted beside Amber as she hurriedly unbuckled Gavin’s trousers and pulled out his cock, already semi-hard from watching Trent’s big black dick disappear into Amber’s small, tight mouth. He made some feeble protests as he noticed both Trent and Amber staring at his exposed manhood but any reservations he had soon evaporated when Chloe swallowed him whole into her warm, wet mouth. She suckled on his firm, soft flesh, feeling him hardening against his tongue until he was fully erect, his thick, mushroomed tip pressing against the back of her throat.

As Chloe pulled her lips back to Gavin’s glans, Trent watched the fully turgent dick emerge from her mouth and felt his own black cock twitch in Amber’s hand. Thankfully, the cheerleader didn’t seem to notice, her own eyes fixed on Gavin’s mast as Chloe licked and slurped while she kissed his head. Trent thought that she looked interested, even impressed, that even though Gavin’s white cock was fairly average, it was still nicer than she’d imagined. Probably, though it was tough to ever know what Amber was thinking, if at all, she expected a geek like him to be small and insufficient, and Gavin was certainly neither.

“You think I care if you suck that kid’s dick?” She grabbed the base of Trent’s cock in her fist and waggled his thick black member, but it failed to make Chloe look. “I’ve got a real man’s dick, and there’s no way you can suck better than I can.”

Amber dove on Trent’s tool again, enveloping him in her mouth while using her tongue to tease his tip. The resultant groan made Amber smile, as much as she could with his girth stretching her lips anyway, but her sense of triumph was short lived as she heard Chloe pull Gavin’s cock from her mouth with a loud, sloppy MWAH.

“Oh my god, your dick always tastes so fucking delicious,” Chloe said, looking up into Gavin’s dark brown eyes through his glasses. “I could seriously suck on this for days.”

Amber pulled her own lips from Trent’s dick. “Bullshit. It’s a dick, how good can it possibly taste?”

The redhead ignored her and focused on licking Gavin’s dick like an ice pop. Pressing her tongue against the base of his stiff shaft, she dragged it upwards along his length as she slowly lifted her head, leaving a slimy slobbery trail on the underside of his cock. Wrapping her lips snugly around his tip she suckled for a moment and Gavin groaned, feeling as if her wet warmth really was going to melt his member. With a satisfied murmur, she brought her tongue back to his root, just above his balls and repeated the motion once more.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Amber said, trying to provoke a reaction and getting nothing. Her hand had completely stopped jerking Trent, her attention completely focused on Chloe as she savored his cock like it really was a delicious snack. “Everyone knows nerds have terrible hygiene. Sucking on his dick must be so gross. I bet it reeks.”

Without a word to Amber, Chloe wrapped her lips around Gavin’s lower shaft, nibbling at the base while his length rested gently against her face. She inhaled deeply, pointedly for Amber’s benefit, breathing in Gavin’s heady musk. It wasn’t sweet like cotton candy, the way Chloe pretended it was, it was sharper, and moist, a combination of sweat and pre-cum that made all of her other senses flare up. And between her legs the manly, erotic smell made her become immediately soaked. With a contented exhaled, she glanced at Amber, daring her to take the bait.