They attack me

The firelight from the encircling candles flicker in brilliant flashes. The logs in the campfire pop and crack with sparks of ember. Two sexy women leer at me—predators who have finally cornered their helpless prey.

Phoebe’s eyes gleam black through thin slits. She loosens her hair from a ponytail. The ends of her hair fall and dangle in slanted cut parallel with her jawline, perfectly framing her pretty face. The moon shines a streak of light down her jet black hair. The cartilage of her ears blaze with jewelry, each cut diamond reflecting the fire surrounding us. Her silver piercings strobe flashes of light from her tiny dark nipples—spotlights telling me to LOOK HERE LOOK HERE. She slips off her tight pants. Brilliant bright colorful flowers trail down the side of her body, starting at the cup of her breast and ending in the middle of her thigh. Various flowers in such detail—roses, orchids, sunflowers, carnations, daffodils—all growing from the same thick vine. But the more I look, the more detail notice. The vine has textured scales rippling down its curving length. The top near her breast looks like a green point, but the bottom of the vine is obviously a diamond shaped head, complete with two hooded eyes and dripping fangs. A venomous snake sprouting beautiful flowers.

Quick movement and I flick my head to my other predator, afraid she was about to pounce when I wasn’t looking.

But it wasn’t an attack, it was Rachel deciding to join in the nudity in the moonlight.

After examining Phoebe’s body, Rachel seems so impossibly long. Her legs stretch out far in front of her as she slips her flannel shorts off her smooth legs. My body twitches wishing it could feel the thick fabric of the flannel rub on my skin. Her pale legs radiate in the moonlight, thankful to be away from that nasty sun. Her painted toes curl towards me after she kicks her shorts off to the side. Each little toe waving. Hello or goodbye? Rachel curls her legs under her and sits up. She lifts her shirt off in one fluid motion then leaves her arms stretched in the air. Muscles flex down her torso. The hint of toned abs shadowing above a vicious dark purple scar that’s slashed above her panties. It’s jagged and raised, an obscenity on her porcelain skin. The only ugliness on her perfect body. It’s only thing that lets me know she’s human, and not some photoshopped Playboy centerfold, because her tits…because her tits are too good to be true. Her tits are not reality. The massive soft globes raise with her stretch arms. Her ribcage bristles against her taunt skin, wanting to burst out. When she lowers her arms, her tits sag back down but still look incredibly full and vibrant. My eyes follow every sway and jiggle. Her nipples look like ghosts against her tits—transparent and wanting to be returned to life.

Rachel drops down onto her hands and prowls toward me. Her swinging tits mesmerize me, keep me frozen in lust until she can attack and end my life. Black flashes from my flank as Phoebe stalks in from the other side. Her smile displays all her teeth, like she’s growling on her way to me.

There’s no where to run. And I don’t want to fight.

I let them envelop me. Their hands tear off my clothes, tossing them into the night, leaving every part of me naked and exposed. Their mouths attack me, trying to devour every inch of my body. Their attack feels incredible. Endorphins flood my brain. Every touch, every wet suck sends a shock ecstasy through me. Their silk hair tickles of my skin, making me **** for more. I want them to drag their soft hair all over my nude body.

I lay back and look at the stars as they engulf me with their mouths. Their warm skin on mine. Rachel’s slippery smooth calf rubs up and down my shin. The coldness of Phoebe’s nipple piercings burrow into my chest as she presses herself to me, her soft tits squishing into me. God, their soft lips suck my soul. Without even looking I can tell who is sucking where. Rachel’s lips are big and plump but have such a light touch on my skin that every kiss brings goosebumps. Phoebe lips suction tightly to my skin, leaving little wet bruises every spot they greet.

They haven’t even purposefully touched my throbbing cock. Their bodies have grazed against it. It’s been pinned between Rachel’s toned stomach and mine. Phoebe’s hair has tickled it as she’s kissed the inside of my thighs. It’s like they’ve unconsciously decided to enjoy the simple pleasure of touch, and not devolve into animalistic sex.

Neither has even kissed my mouth yet.

I stroke Rachel’s back as she nibbles on my earlobe. Her soft sigh vibrates through my body, curling my toes. I comb my hand into her soft long hair and massage her scalp. She arches her long delicate neck and tilts her hand back in pleasure. Her eyes are closed, hiding her gorgeous blue eyes. Her plump lips whisper out the word she rarely says, “Fuuucckkk.”

I bring my face to hers and kiss those sexy lips that have traveled my entire body.