The Steamy Cavern

"Tits or ass? Blonde, brunette, or redhead? C'mon, spill!"

Newt sat paralyzed as the jiggling pair of big breasts in his face demanded answers. Part of his brain told him to answer and end the barrage of questions. The other side told him to keep quiet and enjoy the bouncing boobs for as long as possible. The conflict led to a stalemate in his mind.

"Gabs, tone it down a notch. You're scaring him," Rachel pointed out, moving next to her friend. That added a second pair of even larger breasts, only a few feet in front of the teenager.

"I'm not scaring him! He's holding out on us, and I want to know why," Gabriela remarked. "Newt, don't you want us to find Sean a girlfriend? Isn't that what he wants?"

The dark-skinned teen continued to sit quietly in fear and awe at Mrs. Lockett's demands and movements. That only served to frustrate her even more.

"Let me handle this," the redhead said to her BFF, motioning for her to back off. Gabby didn't move but did allow Rachel to take over for a moment. "Look, Newt, we aren't asking if Sean likes a girl or to tell us her name if he does."

"Yes, we are!"

"Shut it, Gabs," the usually sweet mother snapped. Taking a couple of seconds to revert back to normal, Rachel tried again. "All we would want are a few ideas of the type of girl that Sean likes. Physical and personality-wise. We especially would like to know if Beyza is his type or not. Maybe he doesn't even have a type."

"All men have types," Gabby remarked, rolling her eyes. "We don't have time for the sweet approach, Rach. Sean might be back at any moment."

"No, all men don't have a type. Some men are more open-minded when it comes to beauty."

"You really believe that?" Gabby shook her head at her best friend while launching into a round of laughter.

Taking advantage of the conversation, Sybil slid over closer to her daughter. Knowing her mother's facial and body language, the teen braced for more meddling. Her mother didn't disappoint.

"I see you ignored my advice about the Tarver kid," the athletic brunette said with a pair of tisks. "Gabriela and Rachel are trying to set him up with a girl, so he must be something special. Outside of the big dick, we all saw a little bit ago."

"Mom, you promised," Polly whined.

"I worry about you, honey. Now, did you check the merchandise before making your choice?" Sybil sighed at her daughter's blank look. "You didn't, did you? I don't know what to do with you sometimes."

"What are you talking about?"

"The nerdy one. I hope you didn't choose him based on the myth that all black guys have big cocks. Because believe me, I've found that not to--"

"Mother!" Polly screeched in horror.

"Don't act so innocent. We both know what you thought, but I hope you made sure it's true in his case. It's going to be very disappointing if his white friend is the one with the far bigger--"

"That's it!" Polly snapped, standing up, causing everyone in the pool to turn toward her. "I-I'm going for a walk."

"Uh, I'll come with," Newt hurried announced, seeing his escape from the two mothers' questions. The two teens toweled themselves off and grabbed the thick robes they'd had brought with them.

Having watched both scenes play out, Kimberly rolled her eyes, happy that she didn't have any annoying kids. While Sybil reacted nonchalantly to her daughter's storming off, Gabby looked baffled by Newt's dashing away.

"What the hell? I'm only trying to help his best friend find a girl."

"I told you not to pressure him," Rachel remarked.

"Like you're always perfect," Gabby shot back. "I wanted a list or something done before Bridget arrives."

"I think this is a job for Lacey," the redhead declared.

"No, we're not giving up," the brunette proclaimed, folding her arms and starting a staredown with her BFF.

Up a level, Whitney didn't know precisely what caused Polly to stand up in a fit as she couldn't hear most of the conversations. What she did know was that getting out of the water like Polly and Newt seemed like a good idea. Her early confidence over standing up to her father had shrunk after Owen fled. With the conversation between Jeff, Clive, and her dad winding down, she decided to put off the talk.

"You know, I better go check on Owen," Whitney started hesitantly as she rose from the water. "He's not familiar with Wasp Park, and we don't need another Caterina search party thing going down. Right, Dad?"

"Uh, right, right," Harvey responded awkwardly, turning his gaze finally away from his daughter. For her part, Whitney didn't give much thought to her father's strange, almost guilty reaction. Instead, she grabbed a towel and robe before descending the stone stairs.

Sean finished pissing over the edge of the easternmost rock wall, beyond the bend past the alcove with the mini-waterfall. The teenager hadn't even known he needed to pee until his hard-on abated somewhat in his panic. Aware that climbing out of the hot springs would leave him in the cold air, he'd opted to move to the farthest side of the pool, past the cave entrance, and lean over the side to relieve himself onto the sloped ground below.

Images of Whitney and Skye kissing began to once again swirl around in his mind. Scorched into his brain, the model's perfect tits appeared, accompanied by the soundtrack of Whitney demanding that he show them his cock. Moaning, Sean pictured what could've happened if the ranger hadn't interrupted them. He saw Skye spin around, ending up behind Whitney. In her new position, her hands reached around to cup the blonde cheerleader over her bikini top. Oh, yeah. Show me those big tits of hers. Let me see what every other guy fantasizes about. Let me blow my load all over--"Shit!"

Snapping out of his daydream, Sean found himself stroking his returned erection. Hurriedly, he checked over his shoulder to make sure that no one caught him jerking off. Relieved after not seeing anyone, the teen pulled his swim trunks over his hard-on, leaving an obvious tent.

"Not again," he groaned.

Sean wasn't ready to go back and join the others, unsure if they had seen his swim trunks tenting up earlier from his tree trunk. Then there was the matter of Ms. Goose; she had always made him uncomfortable growing up, but never in a sexual way. If someone had asked Sean what Kimberly thought of him, his answer for years would have been she didn't like him, maybe even found his presence annoying to her. Yet, that had been her giving him a footjob, right in the middle of a talking Mrs. Stratton and Mrs. Lockett. The latter, who only had to look down to see what was going on.

But I can't hide out here the rest of the day. Maybe I should go back and see if Newt wants to explore the cave, the teen thought as he stopped just in front of the cave entrance. At least if he's with me, that should keep any teasing, or more, from Ms. Goose at bay. Yeah, that sounds li--what was that? Sean asked himself as a sound inside caught his attention.

Tentatively taking a few steps into the cave, he let his eyes adjust to the dim area. About maybe ten to twelve feet long, the tunnel led into the large cavern that Mr. Diamond had described. Roughly thirty-five or forty feet across from his location, Sean noticed a small flight of wooden stairs leading out of the water to a raised level of earth. Several openings appeared in the back and sidewalls. The teenager assumed those led to the tunnels and the sauna-like room. In front of one of these entrances, Sean found Skye on her knees in front of a standing Fred. The older man had his hands holding onto the brunette's head as she bobbed back and forth.

"Fuck...we're going to...kiss girls...more...turns you...ugh," the sandy-brown haired man groaned out incoherently at the incredible and aggressive blowjob.

At this point in the day, with everything that had happened to him, Sean no longer cared and yanked his cock out of his shorts. Stroking it, he returned to imagining this as what he could have been getting from Sky and maybe even Whitney if that damn ranger hadn't shown up. Unfortunately, it appeared his peep show might be ending already.

"Oh, fuck...I'm going to cum!" Fredrick roared out, shooting into his young plaything's mouth. Skye proceeded to back her head away, open her mouth wide and stick her tongue out, showing him his globs of cum. Panting out, Fred asked," You're going to be a good girl, right?"

The young, aspiring model nodded and swallowed, earning another groan out of her boyfriend. Frozen solid while watching the swallowing scene play out, Sean thought he had seen Skye's eyes flash over towards him before she stuck her tongue out. It was too far a distance to be sure, but when she moved back to lick Fred's dick, her hand slyly reached out and gave him a wave with just her fingers. Stunned, Sean didn't know what to do, so he just stood and watched as Skye lovingly cleaned and massaged the soft tool in front of her, slowly bringing it back to life. Once the dick had hardened enough, Skye stood up and turned around, bracing herself on the opening to another tunnel.

Looking back towards Sean, she said words he couldn't quite hear as Fred moved over and lined his cock up with her personal tunnel entrance. "What was that? I want to hear you beg louder?" the older man teased her. The mismatched couple had turned toward an angle made for Sean's viewing with most of Fred's back to him, and perfect for Skye to just turn her head slightly and look at the teenage voyeur.

Staring into Sean's eyes, Skye pleaded loudly, "I want you to fuck me with that big fat cock of yours!" Fredrick fulfilled a version of her request, pushing his cock into her wet pussy.

Loving the combined pleasure of being watched and a dick inside her, Skye turned back to grip the rocks on the wall. At the same moment, Sean felt a hot breath on the back of his neck, as a voice whispered into his ear, "Well, what do we have here?"

Newt noticed Polly shiver as she sat next to him on a fallen tree. Relieved that the girl also felt cold, he finally had a reason not to look like the wimp of the two teenagers. Despite drying their skin off and wearing thick robes, the two still had wet bathing suits underneath.

"Uh, maybe we should head back. You look cold."

"I don't want to head back yet," Polly responded with her first words in nearly fifteen minutes.

Following their flight from embarrassment, Polly had taken the lead concerning their direction. Having visited the Thriae Hot Springs several times over the years, when she joined her uncle at the Diamonds' old cabin, she knew her way around. With a dutiful Newt following, Polly led them back to the main trail but then left it, heading toward the cliffs' north side. He followed as they weaved past several small hot spring pools situated on the ground level, not far away from the treeline. It would be the forest that Polly led them into and a raised spot that provided a scenic view of the Buckskin River.

Neither teenager realized it, but they sat together, on the fallen tree, in one of the most romantic locations in Wasp Park. If either of their mothers knew this, they would be jumping with joy. Unfortunately for them, Polly wasn't in the mood to think about boys and romance at the moment. Instead, she stewed over Sybil's meddling in her life. As for Newt, it never hit him that he sat inches away from a girl without freaking out. To him, Polly was nothing more than a fellow geek. Maybe if his future self came back and showed him pictures of how Polly would blossom in college, he'd run off with sweaty palms. But no future Newt appeared, so he sat around freezing.

"But you're shivering," he pointed out.

With a sigh, Polly stood up. Nodding her head for him to follow, she added, "I know a place. It's a small cave behind those hot springs that we passed. It doesn't go in far, but it should be warmer."

With Polly in the lead again, they weaved around trees and bushes. Mindful of his morning accident when out on his first hike, Newt kept a lookout for any branches at face level. As they approached the edge of the forest, Polly slowed down, causing Newt to bump into her.

"Shhh," the brunette shushed before Newt could finish his question. Taking a couple of slow, soft steps to their side, Polly approached a large bunch of bushes.

Hearing grunts and groans, the dark-skinned teen stiffened. Uh-oh! Are those animal sounds? What if they're wild animals? What if it's a bear?! Unconsciously, his hands gripped the hips of the girl in front of him.

If Polly felt his hands, she didn't react. Too focused on the sounds just past the bushes, she used her hand to move a clump. What she and Newt saw caused them both to gasp.