“Yeah,” I added. “You two are lucky it was us who found you, and not some hard asses. Or worse… senior staff.”
Both of them just glared at us, embarrassed, angry, and scared. Scared enough?
“Look, Chip,” I grated out between clenched teeth, “where are your parents right now? Paris, right? How do you think they’d feel if they got a call from Carol telling them that you were being sent home two weeks early… oh yeah, and with no refund?” The douche finally grasped how big a disaster that would indeed be for him. Adele looked equally nonplussed. I exchanged a look with Lisa. “Look, the thing is, it was us who found you… without anyone else being involved in our search. We can hopefully keep this quiet. Now, the two of you head back to your bunks, stay away from each other the rest of the whole damned session, and do not tell a single soul about any part of this.”
“Why?” asked Adele.
Lisa replied, “Because if you tell even one person, it will get out. We’ve both seen it back when we were campers ourselves. If it does get out, Casper and I will have to rat you out to Carol ourselves, otherwise we will also be in trouble. Not as much trouble as you, but trouble we don’t want. Shut your holes and you better be in bed and hopefully asleep when we get back.”
“Aren’t you coming?” asked Adele, confused. To be honest, I was confused a little, too.
“We have to get our stories straight, in case this goes pear-shaped tomorrow morning,” hissed Lisa angrily. “Now shoo… separately!”
With that, the two of them slunk off, Adele first, tugging her shirt back on in admittedly scenic fashion. The two of us stared after them, turning off our flashlights.
Then we started laughing hysterically. It was painful laughing that hard while having to keep quiet so those worms wouldn’t hear us as they crawled back to their respective cabins. After a moment, Lisa braced herself against my shoulder as she doubled over. “Oh God, that was hilarious,” she gasped.
“Oh yeah,” I said quietly in reply, having a hard time catching my breath. “I gotta say… you called… it. I think they will behave themselves now.”
We both chuckled just a little more, straightening up and grinning evilly at each other. We both took a deep breath and turned toward the path back from the circle. “But damnit, I’m still a little pissed,” I grumbled. “They kind of still got away with it. I think I regret that we let that little shit Chip get even a partial blowjob.”
“Eh,” growled Lisa, waving it off. “I might perhaps have a few words with Adele about her technique, to be honest. That did not look to be shaping up as very good cock sucking…”
I nearly did a double take, then scoffed, “Oh, so you are some kind of world-class fellatio expert?”
Her eyes flashed mischievously at me, and she started walking back toward the cabins. “Wouldn’t you like to know!” she shot back at me over her shoulder.
“Damned right I would,” I muttered in reply, but not so quietly that she couldn’t hear. To be honest, I was feeling stupid and reckless enough that I wanted her to hear. She spun around and I kept my right leg ready to swing up and block any possible kick to the balls with my thigh.
Her eyes were wide in surprise at my audacity and her mouth open. But I instantly detected an upward curl at the corners. Then she grimaced and struck a sort-of superhero pose, legs straight and wide, and arms akimbo. She looked me up and down for a moment. Then she went, “Humph. Let me see what you’ve got to work with.”
“Huh?” I asked, intelligently.
“Drop your pants and let me see your equipment,” she said with wildly exaggerated patience. “If it is anything like the rest of you, I bet it’ll be worth sucking.”
It was my turn to stare, open-mouthed. It felt like we stood there, facing each other for an hour, but I bet it was less than two seconds before I registered what was happening and realized it was an opportunity I had best not consider too long. My hands flew to my waist and grabbed my shorts and underwear as one, shucking them down to my ankles in a swift, and frankly embarrassingly eager, fashion.
My cock, which had been fully awake and interested since Adele’s naked tits first hove into view, bounced upward when released, and swayed around, peeking out from under my t-shirt.
Lisa’s eyebrows lifted at the sight, and she smiled a little again. “So, all your muscles are nicely toned… All right Tiger, this is your lucky night, because I am thoroughly in the mood after watching those two. Come here,” she said, sitting daintily down on the end of one of the huge tree trunk benches.
I stepped out of my shorts and approached her, valiantly struggling to keep my pace to a predatory march instead of the desperate sprint my body was demanding. I stood before Lisa and she reached her hands up to grasp my manhood. Her left hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and her right index finger traced its way up the shaft and around the head, circling it over and over until I could not help but shiver. She chuckled and leaned forward, placing the lightest kiss on the front of my glans. I shivered again.
Her tongue slid from her mouth and slowly, so slowly, dragged up the underside of my cock, guiding the head to her lips and inside them. I instantly groaned. Her hand on the base of my shaft began a slow, relentless pulsing up and down while she suckled hard on my helmet, pulling it and the top inch or so of my shaft deeper between her lips, then shallower. The pace of her head’s bobbing and her hand’s stroking were deliberately out of synch in a way that just made the sensory blast even more delirious.
My hand went out of its own volition and caressed the strawberry blonde hair atop her head. In response, she tilted her head upward to stare into my eyes and she slid several more heroic inches of me deep into her mouth. Her mouth was rounded and clamped about my dick, but her smile was obvious in her eyes. Lisa wasn’t just good at sucking cock, she clearly liked it!
A few more of those delicious, deep bobs, and she released my cock from her mouth, still grasping it tightly with her hand. She drew a deep breath and worked her jaw. I guess she was relaxing her throat. A normal, almost six-inch cock is more than a woman can take without it sliding down her throat, and I’ve got a fair bit more than that. Lisa waggled her eyebrows up at me, then bent her head and slid me back into her mouth again. And in. And in. She couldn’t take me all, in the end, but my cock felt the incredible sensation of its head being trapped within her throat, her lips wrapping around my shaft way, way lower than I had ever experienced before.
My whole body quivered and I groaned another, wavering moan of ecstasy.
Lisa held me there, wiggling my cock in her throat for an amazingly long time, before I once more was slid free. She barely took time for a single gasp of air before she sucked me back in, her hand jerking me hard again. I moaned and rippled her hair some more as, rather than going back for more spelunking, she concentrated on her tongue punishing my glans.
“Oh Jesus,” I gasped. “I hope you don’t make a lot of noise when you come, Lisa.”