Joy smirked, sensing Priya's jealousy and desire. He turned his gaze to her, locking eyes as he slid two fingers into Anita's pussy, pumping them in and out slowly. "You like watching this, don't you, Priya?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. "You want to see her get fucked, don't you?" Priya hesitated, her breath hitching as she struggled to form a response.
Priya nodded reluctantly, unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic display. "Yes," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Joy grinned triumphantly, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He continued to finger-fuck Anita, his movements becoming faster and more urgent as he brought her closer to the edge.
Joy could see the struggle in Priya's eyes, the war between her desire and her pride. It only served to fuel his own arousal, knowing that he had such power over these two beautiful women. He crooked his fingers inside Anita, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot that drove her wild. Anita's knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if Joy hadn't been holding her up. "Oh god, yes!"
"Fuck, yes," Priya gasped, unable to hold back anymore. She spread her legs wider, giving Joy a clear view of her dripping pussy. "I want it too. Fuck us both, please." Joy's grin widened, and he released Anita, letting her collapse onto the blanket. She lay there, panting and shuddering from the intense orgasm he had given her. Turning his full attention to Priya, Joy approached her with predatory intent.
Joy loomed over Priya, his eyes burning with lust as he took in the sight of her sprawled out on the blanket, her legs spread wide. He knelt between them, his hands running up her smooth thighs, teasing and caressing as he approached her dripping pussy. Priya moaned softly, arching her back as his fingertips brushed lightly against her swollen lips.
He grabbed the base of the buttplug buried in Priya's ass and slowly began to pull it out, drawing another loud moan from her. Once it popped free, he tossed it aside and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock throbbed with anticipation as he rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. When he finally sank into her welcoming heat, they both groaned loudly.
Anita watched, her breath coming in short gasps, as Joy entered Priya. Her own body still tingled from her recent orgasm, but seeing her friend take Joy's cock made her ache with renewed desire. She sat up, propping herself on her elbows to get a better view. Priya's face was contorted in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Joy filled her completely.
Joy started to thrust into Priya, his hips slapping against hers as he picked up speed. Priya cried out, her nails digging into the blanket as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her completely. Joy leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard, making her cry out even louder.
Joy's teeth grazed her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to Priya's core. She bucked her hips wildly, matching his thrusts with equal fervor. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling together as they moved in sync, their moans and groans creating a symphony of raw passion. Anita watched, transfixed by the primal scene unfolding before her.
Priya's eyes fluttered open, briefly taking in the sight of Anita watching them intently before rolling back in her head as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Oh god, oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, please, please..." She wasn't sure what she was begging for-more, less, something entirely different-but she knew she needed it desperately.
Priya thrashed her head side to side, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "It's too much! Oh fuck, stop... no, don't stop!" She was overwhelmed by sensations, Joy's thick cock pounding relentlessly into her tight pussy, stretching her beyond belief. The sounds of their coupling echoed through the woods, punctuated by Priya's desperate pleas and Joy's grunts of exertion.
Joy looked down at Priya, her body writhing beneath him as he pounded into her mercilessly. Seeing her beg for mercy only fueled his fire, and he redoubled his efforts, driving into her harder and deeper than ever before. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out while simultaneously pulling him in deeper.
The world narrowed down to the point where Joy's cock pierced Priya, and when he suddenly stopped thrusting, she let out a sound of frustration. Joy looked down at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "What do you say?" he taunted. Priya whimpered, her body still craving release. "Please," she begged, "please, I'll do anything." He chuckled darkly. "Anything?" She nodded vigorously.
Joy smirked down at Priya, his hips hovering just above hers. "Make a sound like a cow," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Priya hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening in shock. But the intensity in Joy's gaze left her no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and let out a low, throaty "moo."
Joy's eyes flashed with excitement as Priya obediently let out a low, throaty "moo." He leaned down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Good girl," he growled. "Now keep mooing until I tell you to stop." With that, he slammed back into her, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked her brutally. Priya's eyes rolled back as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
Priya's mouth dropped open, and another "moo" escaped her lips as Joy began to pound into her relentlessly. He held her wrists tightly, using his weight to keep her pinned down as he fucked her hard and fast. The force of each thrust pushed the air from her lungs, making it difficult for her to maintain her bovine vocalization.
Priya struggled to keep up with Joy's demands, her breaths coming in ragged gasps between each "moo." The sensation of being used and dominated sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Despite the sheer intensity of it all, she found herself wanting more. She writhed beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper.
Priya's face flushed bright red with embarrassment as she continued to moan like a cow, the sounds muffled by Joy's relentless thrusting. She could barely form words around the sensation of his cock plunging deep into her pussy, her whole body trembling with pleasure. Her eyes flicked over to Anita, who watched with wide-eyed fascination, her own hand absently stroking her clit as she took in the spectacle.
As Priya's moos became more erratic and breathless, Anita couldn't help but intervene. She laughed loudly, breaking the tension. "Well, this is certainly a unique farm experience," she quipped, raising an eyebrow. "Should we start collecting milk?" Joy paused mid-thrust, looking over at Anita with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Priya, meanwhile, blushed deeply, her eyes darting between the two.
Joy chuckled despite himself, appreciating Anita's wit. He looked down at Priya, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Well? What do you think?" he teased, his cock still buried deep inside her. Priya bit her lip, considering the offer. A naughty gleam entered her eyes as she made her decision. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Milk me."
Anita smiled mischievously and crawled over to join them on the blanket. She positioned herself behind Priya, her hands gently cupping Priya's breasts. Anita leaned down and whispered in Priya's ear, "Relax and enjoy it, okay?" Priya nodded, her eyes locked on Joy's as he resumed his steady thrusts. Anita's thumbs circled Priya's nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching lightly.
Anita's fingers danced over Priya's skin, tracing delicate patterns down her sides and over her stomach. She leaned in close, her breath hot on Priya's neck as she whispered, "I'm going to milk you dry, my little cow." Priya shivered at the words, her body responding to Anita's touch with a surge of fresh arousal. Joy could feel her inner muscles tightening around his cock, squeezing him like a velvet vice.
Anita's hands were magic, coaxing Priya's body higher and higher towards the edge. She plucked at Priya's nipples, rolling them between her fingers, tugging gently. Priya gasped, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly into Anita's palms. Joy could feel the effect of Anita's ministrations on Priya's body; her inner walls clenched tighter around his shaft, milking him with each thrust.
Anita increased the pressure on Priya's nipples, twisting and pulling them gently. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Priya's earlobe as she murmured, "Come for us, my little cow. Show us how much you love being used." Priya moaned loudly, her body tensing as she neared the edge of climax. Joy could feel her inner muscles rippling along his length, massaging him insistently.
Priya's breath hitched as Anita's fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Joy's grip on her wrists tightened, holding her steady as he plunged deeper into her willing flesh.
Joy felt his own climax building, his balls drawing up tight as Priya's pussy pulsed around him. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the urge to cum, wanting to draw out this moment for as long as possible. Anita sensed the change in both of them and quickened her pace, pinching Priya's nipples harder, her other hand sliding down Priya's stomach to find her clit.
Anita's fingers found Priya's clit, rubbing it in tight circles as she continued to pinch and pull at her nipples. The dual stimulation sent Priya careening over the edge. "MoooOOOoooo!" she screamed, her body convulsing violently. Her pussy clamped down on Joy's cock like a vise, milking him urgently. Joy groaned, unable to hold back any longer.
The force of Priya's orgasm triggered Joy's own release. He thrust deep into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he flooded her with his seed. "Fuuucckkk," he groaned, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax. Joy collapsed onto Priya, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Priya lay limp beneath him, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm.
Anita smiled as she watched the pair collapse in a heap, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. She gave Priya's nipple one final tweak before releasing it, causing the other woman to jump slightly and let out a soft yelp. "I think someone enjoyed that," Anita teased, her fingers trailing down Priya's torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The trio lay entwined on the blanket, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with exhaustion. Joy's cock softened slowly within Priya, who clung to him as if afraid he might slip away. Anita stretched out beside them, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on Priya's arm. No one spoke for several minutes, each lost in their thoughts and basking in the warm glow of post-coital bliss.
Eventually, Joy stirred, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Priya. "That was incredible," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Priya smiled weakly, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Yes," she agreed softly. "It really was." Anita giggled, sitting up and stretching languidly. "I think we all needed that." She glanced down at Joy's softening cock, still nestled between Priya's thighs.
As the three of them basked in the afterglow, a sudden rustling in the nearby bushes caught their attention. A small gray squirrel emerged, its bushy tail twitching curiously as it eyed the naked trio sprawled on the blanket. In its tiny paw, it held an acorn, which it chattered about excitedly. "Look what I found!" the squirrel seemed to exclaim, holding up the prize for inspection.
Joy chuckled, pointing at the squirrel. "Well, would you look at that. Little guy wants to join our party." Anita grinned, propping herself up on her elbows. "Maybe he wants a taste too." Priya giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I don't think he'd know what to do with me right now." The squirrel chittered loudly, scolding them as it tossed the acorn in the air and caught it deftly in its mouth.
Anita reached out her hand toward the squirrel, palm up, and made a gentle clicking sound with her tongue. "Here boy," she coaxed softly. The squirrel tilted its head, regarding her warily for a moment before bounding forward and dropping the acorn into her hand. It chattered excitedly, backing away a few steps before turning to watch them intently.
Joy, Priya, and Anita exchanged amused glances before gathering their scattered clothes and dressing quickly. The squirrel watched intently, its head cocked to the side as if trying to understand the strange humans before it. As they stood up and prepared to leave, the squirrel chirped loudly, scolding them once more before darting back into the bushes.
The walk back to the bus was full of fight they fought beneath the each trees of forest and feels orgasms.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. As they approached the parking lot, the distant hum of voices and laughter grew louder.
The bus ride home was uneventful, the three friends huddled together in a seat near the back. Exhaustion weighed heavily on their limbs, and they soon drifted off to sleep, lulled by the gentle rumble of the engine and the swaying motion of the vehicle. Priya rested her head on Joy's shoulder, while Anita curled up against his other side, her cheek pressed against his chest.