Chapter 6

Maura kissed Adam awake without interrupting her morning toothbrushing. Adam blinked and sputtered to get the unexpected fluorides out of his mouth. She threw a t-shirt and pair of shorts on his morning wood.

“If you gotta pee, you gotta pee but our ride’s going to be in your driveway in a minute.” Maura said. She stripped off Adam’s shirt she had worn as pajamas and grabbed a red tank top and jeans out of the drawer she had commandeered in his dresser.

“Babe?” Adam pulled away the blankets. She caught a look at his erection.

“God, quick. You’ll have to go straight to work after we tag out Samira.” Maura pulled on her jeans over her red bush and winced as she yanked a hair out with the zipper. “She’s probably getting itchy.”

“Itchy...” Adam picked sleep from his eyes and fumbled into the t-shirt and fell back still tired. “Hardly sounds sexy.”

“She’s dripping for you cock.” Maura moaned. “Only you can save her. Oh! Oh!”

“Yeah, that. Do that.” Adam said. “Itchy’s not as good.”

“Horny’s different though,” Maura pointed out. “Right now, I’m horny, but I can put it off until we get there. Itchy’s something you need relief from right now or you’ll go bonkers.”

“Whatever.” Adam stretched. “Does it got to be me? I mean, I got work in two and half hours. Why don’t you do it?”

“Me?” Maura looked confused.

“You wanted to try out a girl, didn’t you?” Adam was pulling on his cock and looking over the little redhead. She was flushed and she hadn’t showered. The whole room smelled of her needing sex.

“I wanted to try out Krysten,” Maura said. “Jen as a backup.”

“And because Samira’s not, you know?” Adam suggested.

“What? Not tall enough?” Maura asked.

“Blonde haired, blue eyed...” Adam teased. Maura huffed out her nose like a mad bull.

“Cause she’s brown? Fuck no.”

“You’ve only shown interest in white girls.” Adam pointed his cock at her. “And white cock.”

“Fuck you. I’m not racist. I’ll fuck the shit out of Samira!” Maura said. Adam moaned to hear her angry declaration. “Goddammit! Adam, we gotta go. Get to the bathroom now!”

“Just a little...” He pumped himself towards her. She shook her head. It was the first no he’d heard since meeting Nut.

“No time.” It wasn’t a committed no.

“Fine,” Adam said. He swung his legs off the bed and into his shorts before he walked to the door. “I can always get a blowjob in the car. I’ll get cleaned up.”

“Dude, pee not shower. You’ll have to hose off after anyways! Eh?” Maura lifted her phone. “She’s out waiting for us. Go! Go! Go!”

“Th-thanks for dr-driving, Maura!” Emmy squealed like a cat as Maura turned off the suburb roads and onto the old dirt logging road. The industry was on the other side of town and they only switched every five years so the girls shouldn’t see anyone.

“Fuck!” Adam pressed his fist full of Emmy’s hair into the backseat of the car. Maura was a much easier back seat fuck. Emmy had one foot in the middle of the seat and the other knee on the floor of the car. She was bent in the only way that she could fit with Adam stuffed inside her. He was crooked and hanging over her.

“Yeah, no worries.” Maura found the turn off, a gravel and grass roundabout near a foot path that led up the the far back of Emmy’s father’s massive estate. There was a river over the hill, everything on this side was technically public land. “I’ll get the door so your bones don’t break.”

Maura turned off the car with a push of a button. She rushed around to the back passenger’s side door. She grabbed Adam by the bare ass and helped his inch back out. Emmy corkscrewed and kicked her feet out beyond Adam’s hips. He set his sneakers down on the gravel. Emmy screamed happily when the cock was in her again.

“They might not see you through the tinted windows but any car coming by’ll probably recognized the car!” Maura warned and headed for the trees.

The path before Maura had been stomped down day in and out for thirteen days. She whistled, tried to anyway, got one note but couldn’t repeat it. She skidded down some hard mud and saw their wooded refuge. It must’ve rained a little last night. The shadowy parts at the edge of the hill were still moist.

“Jahdojahda!” Nut raced over, his knuckles tearing up three sets of divots before he scampered up Maura’s arms and legs. She squeezed him with a hug and shushed him as his cock extruded.

Emmy’s occasional shriek echoed into the woods. Nut blew out his lip in frustration.

“How’s Samira?” Maura asked.

“Itchy!” The girl shouted from the other side of the tent. They had pilfered a bunch of Adam’s gear. The tent was big enough for four but the six of them and Nut had partied in there twice. A small camping table held a propane stove. They had swiped coolers from each of their houses. Maura had left carrying the resupply to Adam and the girl who was getting her itch scratched.

Samira sat naked in the river. She was scrubbing off the Nut that had accumulated on her tits and cheeks overnight. Shifts got intense. Maura got jealously wet. Nut rubbed his cock over her shirt and left his musk on her.

“How was he?” Maura wandered into the river. Nut squawked and panicked. He tugged on her ear until she stepped back out and set him down on the dry bank.

“He was a handful!” Samira ducked her head in the river and pulled her hair up. She wrenched the water out of her hair. “Where’s Adam?”

“Finishing off with Emmy.” Maura sat down in the river and slipped her arm around Samira’s hip.

“What?” Samira edged aside and stood up because there was no more stone to accommodate her ass.

“You looked hot.” She bit her lip. “I can’t hear Emmy anymore. How do you think Adam will react if he comes up and sees us making out?”

“Horny, but then he’ll stick to Emmy and I’ll never get this itch taken care of!” Samira growled.

“Get what taken care of?” Adam carried two grocery bags and Emmy held a six pack of one and a half liter water bottles. Samira’s eyes lit up. Maura screamed but that was cut off as she fell into the river. “Oh!”

Adam dropped the bags as Samira rushed and jumped him. She kissed him hard and rubbed her bare crotch over his shorts.

“Nn-Nut!” Nut rippled his lip and let his big irises wander over Maura’s figure. Everything was obvious for the wetted transparent clothes. “Braxtorp.”

“In you go!” Emmy unzipped the tent and shoved Samira and Adam inside as Maura was scaled.

“Itchy! So itchy!” Samira pleaded. The camp cot was covered in a foam mattress and a thick sleeping bag. Adam thrust the girl onto the cot. It rocked, but she laid flat down with her legs wide open and her feet on the tent floor. Adam was on her in a heartbeat.

“How was Nut?” Adam asked. Emmy had wiped him out but a touch to Samira’s warm pussy and he was clear headed. As clear headed as any erection driven young man. She grabbed his head and kissed him as he pressed inside of her.

“Oh!” Samira groaned. “A little imp! Yapping and climbing over me all night!”

“Sounds like a handful,” Adam grinned. He kissed her throat and grabbed the frame of the cot to pull him into her. Her river soaked body was slick. “Probably should’ve dried you off before taking you in here.”

“Take me! Take me! Take me! Adam!” She bleated.

“You girls get so worked up overnight. I’m going to have to join you for a nightshift.” He said.

“Just fuck me now! Please!” She begged. He grinned. Her pussy was strong and squeezed him. She slid her hand down his throat and rubbed his nipple. He tightened his grip and the cot hopped with his next thrust. She yowled.

“Got you cursing!” He gruffed.

“Got you fucking me!” Samira cheered through clenched teeth. “I win.”

“You win when you cum!” Adam thrust harder.

“I’m gonna win! I’m gonna win! Cumming! Yes!” Samira gasped as Adam huffed. The cum in her pussy was like a salve on her tortured skin. The shock of relief made her cum again. She muttered out another happy cheer.

“Ha...” Adam breathed out. “You are so pretty.”

“You’re hot.” Samira rolled her head. “Holy holy! Mom was texting me that I had to go home!”

“What? Crap. Where did she think you were?” He asked. He knew Maura and Krysten had a pact that they covered for the other. Jen being out at all hours was expected. He didn’t know what Emmy and Samira said they did.

“Krysten’s.” Samira said. “They want me to have friends but I think they worry I’m dating the girl.”

“And your parents don’t like that?”

“No, they’re angry I’m not having her over to meet them.” Samira pushed Adam up. She rushed over to her backpack in the corner of the tent. She pulled out a change of clothes. Green shorts, panties, bra, and t-shirt. He hadn’t seen a whole lot of bras these last two weeks. He hadn’t seen a whole lot of bras in his life leading up to these last two weeks. He stretched and unzipped the tent and stepped outside to an empty field. He grabbed the post-it note off the campstove.

“Took Nut for walkies. Samira’ll drive you to Krysten’s for a shower. Bike is still there right?”

The BMW keyfob was on the stove. He tossed it back to Samira.

“Did we ever figure out what Nut eats?” He asked her as they headed back to the car.

Parker entered the motel room carrying a pair of high heels. Her body hugging black dress and white leather jacket looked as hastily put on as they had been. Her thick brown hair was out of place.

Barrow sat on the second bed flying through the last of the digitized documents the sheriff had made available. He didn’t look up.

“Did you have to spend the night?”

She threw the heels so they bounced off the mattress and off of his knees. “I needed some rest after walking around in those.”

“How was it?” He asked. She tossed her jacket on a chair before she entered the bathroom.

“Good fuck. Solid three stars. Would do again, if work requires it.” She said and unzipped herself. “Yes, I had to stay.”

“Eh?” Barrow looked up. “That is something I needed to know.”

“Relax, remember the cute girl the diner staff hated. Emmy?” She asked as she turned on the shower. Barrow stepped into the doorjamb.

“Yeah, you figure she’s still target number one?” Barrow asked. He admired Parker’s figure. The woman’s body was legendary. Eight of the last twelve Braxians were caught in one of her orifices. Seven in the pussy, one in the mouth. It lived up to the hype. She had never been particularly busty. That served the longevity of figure. She rolled her shoulders and ground out a yawn.

“Yeah, well her father was last night’s check.” She turned the shower on and stepped in. “He’s clear. Just a rich man with a voluntarily blind wife.”

“Yeah, why are we going for the obvious players again?” Barrow asked. “Surely a change in fortune comes for the Nuh-Nut.”

“Your pronunciation’s much improved. You’re going to have to hear the Braxian itself to get the Nn- down.” She put her head in the spray. Her body slicked with water and her hair covered her tired face in sheets.

“You want someone to wash your back?” Barrow asked. He hadn’t been pushy since she had struck down his first approach but he had chalked out all of the battle lines. This would be a no, but the asking didn’t hurt.