AusWoody uses an awesome tactic to secure Pookie and my release from the arresting police officer. Mrsexlover drops us back at the party, and when I get out of the patrol car, I swirl my tongue around my lips, getting them nice and moist. The I press into the handsome police officer and kiss him fully on the cheek. I slide up to his ear lobe and suck on it for a few moments. Then I whisper into his ear, “even though we used all natural soaps from plant extracts, which is guaranteed not to harm plants or wildlife, I'd be happy to pay that fine in some form.” I give an extra suck on his ear lobe before breaking free of him.
Pookie and I wander closer to the fire and look for our clothes. They seem to have disappeared, and I immediately suspect Covie. We are supplied a towel each, which we use to cover our nakedness. We stand next to the fire waiting for our turn on AusWoody's bike. I love the way they feel between my legs, and knowing that I'll be riding in just a towel heightens my tingles.
Pookie and I squeeze onto the bike behind Woody. He starts the throttle and we both feel the rumble. I can feel Pookie's head press into my back and I can tell she is enjoying the ride, too. Woody is a maestro of the throttle, and he stratigically uses ruts and bumps in the rode to jostle us a little. I can feel myself becoming wet and I struggle to get the towel under me and to not soil his seat. Pookie is holding on to me, her hands around my waist. They dip a little lower, sliding between my thighs.
I can't help myself and presss tighter to Woody. My hands too begin to move, searching around his crotch to see if his throttling is having any effect on himself. I think about getting his belt opened, but everytime I start to fumble there, he moves the bike across a rut, causing me to hold on. I find something big and stiff to grab through his jeans.
We finally end the ride, and we get off the bike. Pookie uses her towel and wipes the seat clean with a reddened face. We ask Woody about a skinny dip later, but he's promised himself to Brandybee.
Once again Pookie and I are at the fire, and we look around for a victim, but it seems that all the men are taken. Covie ends his conversation with Amy and I watch him walking towards us. “Pook,” I say, “look. Covie's wearing button fly jeans. You know what that means.”
Pookie giggles that funny giggle she has and says, “Commando, and only you would be staring at his crotch.”
Trying to use my best Covie Cowboy accent, I say in a deep voice, “well ma'am… a person's attention is naturally drawn to those things they're most interested in.” We laugh, then an idea forms in my head. “Pook, you wanna take a trip in the boat with Covie?”
“Yes.” She answers.
Covie comes and stands next to us as the remote gets passed around so everyone can have a turn on setting off the fireworks. We do a little shoving match with Pookie in the middle. She almost loses her towel.
“Covie?” I ask, “have you been keeping track of what is getting set off in your firework display?” Someone hands me the remote.
“Yes Terri,” Covie answers, “I've been counting them as they go off. We are up to 13 right now.”
“Twelve.” I say. “I've been counting, too and I only counted 12.”
I press on the remote and purposly miss the button. “Oh poopies.” I say, “mine didn't go off. Looks like number 13 is an unlucky one.”
“It should be 14.” Covie says. We can see he's becoming unsure of his count.
Pookie's caught on, “Thirteen.” She says to him. “Terri's right, the next one is 13.”
I pass the remote to Pookie and she also purposly misses the button. “Another dud.” She says.
“I better go out there and see what the problem is.” Covie says, passes off the remote and moves towards the rowboat. I elbow Pookie in the side. She elbows me back.
“We'll go with you.” Pookies says, almost in a giggle. We climb into the boat with Covie. He mans the oars in the middle of the boat. Pookie is in the bow, behind Covie and I'm sitting on the seat in the stern. Covie begins to row with a slow and steady pace.
I start the chant. “Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.” I slip my towel off, fold it a couple of times and use that under my knees. I kneel in front of Covie and begin to unbutton his jeans. Pookie's hands come around from behind and unbuckle his belt.
“What are you two munchkins up to?” Covie asks.
“We're going to be your cock swains.” Pookie whispers from behind him. I can see she also has taken her towel off.
“Coxswain.” Covie corrects her. “It's pronounced coxswain.” The last button is undone and I reach in and take hold of his semi-hard cock, pulling it out from his jeans.
“Just as we thought Pookie. No underwear.” I say to her. “Those button fly jeans are a dead give away for that.”
“No scratchy zipper.” Pookie says.
We reach the little island where the fireworks are being shot off from. There's a plunk sound as one goes hurling into the sky. The brightness from the explosion lights up our little boat. We explain to Covems that there's nothing wrong with the display, how we faked it to lure him to the island. Pookie pulls him into a kiss while I pull his boots off, one by one. Next I tug on the legs of his jeans and he raises up so I can pull them from him. I let them drop into the bottom of the boat. Another explosion lights up the scene.
Covie and Pookie are in one of those lingering kisses. She's moved around and got him to lay back across the seat while she's kissing him and rubbing her breasts on his shirt. I slide up and take that magnificently hard cock into both hands, feeling the warmth of his excitement. Covie moans into his kiss with Pookie when my fingers play across his balls. Fireworks continue to go off.
Pookie stops for a moment, breaking the kiss and kneels next to him. She reaches down and grabs his shirt with both hands, and pulls them apart, causing all the snap on his shirt front to pop open at the same time.
I lean in and my tongue snakes across Covie's balls, leaving a wet trail. I proceed to lick the length of his cock all the way to the head. Pookie, meanwhile has pressed her body against him, I can see her breasts flattening out on his chest. His arms wrap around her, pulling closer. They kiss again. Another explosion from above and we can feel the concussion from it.
I begin to suck Covems' cock, holding it straight up from his body. My lips wrapped around the shaft while my tongue plays with the head. Using both hands to hold him there as they stroke up and down, all wet and slippery from my saliva.
I hear Pookie moan, and when I look up I can see that she's straddled him, and has just lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. Covie is good with that tongue, and I can feel myself beginning to drip from my pussy at the thought of how it feels.
Pookie and I take turns with Covie, one riding or sucking his cock while he eats the other one out. At one point, we're facing each other, Pookie riding him to an orgasm and his lips and tongue doing wonders with my pussy. I cum hard when Pookie leans in and takes one of my nipples into her mouth.
We realize that others at the party will be wondering what's happened to us. Pookie and I get on either side of Covie and work his cock over with our hands, lips and tongue. He's moaning as his own fireworks display begins to erupt. He cums, with spurt after spurt shooting out of his cock. Pookie and I try to catch as much of it as we can.
We get cleaned up as best we can, and Covie puts his jeans and boots back on, then snaps his shirt closed again. Then we row back to the party, Pookie and I wrapped in our towels, we get out of the boat and head for the beer cooler. We've worked up quite a thirst.
AusWoody asks Covie, “did everything go off alright?”
“And how!” Covies says. Pookie and I giggle. I hand Covie a cold beer.
Pookie did, too. Covie was giving us each 10 points.
