Was it all a dream?

With a cry of climax that overwhelmed her, she woke, **** on the large cock that was sawing in and out of her mouth. She blinked in the darkness, a little disoriented, coming down from the high of her dream. But this wasn’t a dream. She could taste the cock, the salt, the musk, the sweat. She could also feel the tongue at her pussy, pressing and licking, coaxing more from her.

A male laugh reached her ears, followed by the voice at her pussy. “She’s a squirter,” he said, licking up her juices. “Delicious.”

She groaned, her hands coming to the cock in her mouth, not to remove it but to give herself more control, as she continued from her dream. Or was this still her dream? She didn’t know. What she did know was that the cock was the perfect size and the noises her lover was making suggested he wasn’t far from finishing. She wanted to taste him, to have him fill her up. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her off and on his cock with a controlled power that was both erotic and overwhelming.

Her scientist’s mind kicked in as she explored her lovers—their touch, their reactions. She noted the contrast between the silent lover, who made her work for every moan, and the vocal one, whose teasing words sent shivers down her spine. The silent lover’s cock filled her mouth completely, the veins ridging the shaft adding texture that her tongue eagerly explored. She traced them slowly, her tongue mapping every inch while her lips tightened around him, pulling him deeper with every movement. The way his cock throbbed in her mouth told her he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

The playful lover at her pussy kept her grounded, his tongue darting and circling with maddening precision. He alternated between teasing her clit and pressing into her folds, his hands gripping her thighs firmly to keep her in place. His voice was a constant stream of praise and playful taunts. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I could stay down here all night.”

When his tongue slipped lower, brushing over her other entrance, she gasped, her hips jerking in response. “Oh, you like that?” he teased, his fingers following his tongue to press gently against the tight ring of muscle. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body shuddering as he probed experimentally.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The musky scent of the tent mixed with the saltiness of her lovers’ sweat and her own arousal, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Every touch, every taste, every sound was amplified, sending her spiraling into a state of pure sensation. She cataloged it all: the firmness of the cock in her mouth, the wet heat of the tongue at her core, the way her body reacted to each new sensation.

The silent lover’s breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting harder as he approached his release. She felt him swell in her mouth, the telltale pulse signaling he was about to come. She braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs as he held her head in place, his cock twitching as he spilled into her. The warmth flooded her mouth, salty and thick, and she swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop.

The vocal lover at her pussy groaned in approval. “Good girl,” he said, his fingers sliding deeper into her as his tongue returned to her clit. Her body arched, her moans muffled by the cock still in her mouth as her climax built again.

She lost herself in the sensations, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her scientific mind faded into the background, replaced by pure, unbridled desire.

Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body trembling under the overwhelming sensations. Her silent lover brushed the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her face, his thumb tracing along her lips. She could taste the salt of his skin, the faint metallic tang of sweat and desire. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting him further, and she groaned softly against the pad of his thumb.

“Oh god.” She tried to lurch up, but the weight of her other lover pressed her down, pinning her into the ground as his cock stretched her beyond comprehension. “Fuck me,” she gasped, her words ragged and ****.

“Oh, I plan to,” he chuckled, his voice playful and full of heat. His hands gripped her hips tightly, the roughness of his palms grounding her as he adjusted her body to take him deeper. The pressure built unbearably, her walls gripping him as if trying to resist the intrusion, yet relishing every inch.

He pushed forward, the blunt head of his cock popping past her tight entrance with a wet squelch that made her cry out. The sound was sharp, visceral, followed by the slippery noise of her arousal coating him. She bit down on her silent lover’s thigh, her teeth sinking into his warm, firm flesh. His only response was a low grunt as his hand stroked her hair soothingly, as if to tell her to take her time, that he was there for her.

Evelyn gasped, her body clenching around the thick cock filling her. The texture of it—smooth, hot, veined—pressed against every sensitive part of her inner walls, igniting nerve endings she hadn’t even known existed. She inhaled sharply, the scent of musk and sweat filling her senses, mingling with the faint earthiness of the tent. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and she didn’t want it to stop.

Her vocal lover pulled her upright, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her effortlessly. The heat of his palms contrasted with the cool stickiness of her own sweat. “Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered, his tone teasing but firm. She obeyed, her fingers trembling as she spread herself wide. The stretch was exquisite, the pressure intense as he slid deeper, his cock bottoming out with a heavy thud that sent a jolt through her core.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice vibrating against her ear as he began to move. Each thrust was deliberate, his hips grinding into her as his cock filled her completely before retreating, only to plunge back in with an unforgiving rhythm. Her moans filled the tent, mingling with the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding. Smack, smack, smack. The rhythm was relentless, the noises wetter, louder, and more chaotic with each passing second.

Her silent lover’s hands roamed her body, his touch gentle yet firm. He traced the curve of her spine, his fingers mapping the slick contours of her skin before settling on her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, sending a new wave of pleasure rippling through her. She arched into his touch, her breath hitching as her vocal lover’s cock hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars.

“Look at you,” her vocal lover murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking me so well. I can feel how much you want it.” He thrust harder, angling himself to hit that spot again, and her cries turned into screams of ecstasy. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he added, his grip on her tightening as his pace quickened.

Evelyn’s nails dug into his arms as she clung to him, her body shuddering as another climax built rapidly. She felt the burn of his hands, the heat of his breath against her neck, the way his cock throbbed with every thrust. Her senses were on fire, every sound, every touch amplified to an unbearable degree. Her silent lover’s thumb found her mouth again, and she sucked on it instinctively, savoring the faint saltiness as her moans muffled against his skin.

When her climax hit, it was like an explosion, her body writhing and clenching around the cock inside her. She saw stars before darkness, her body flopping about between the two men.