Chapter 256 - 255: Second Batch

Chapter 256: Chapter 255: Second Batch

"Ahhhn.. ahnn.. ahn.. thank you.. ahn! Please don’t stop fucking my asshole... I am fully yours... heheh, don’t stop.." She went completely wild, raising her ass higher into the air to give him a much better angle for his thrusts.

As for her husband? Well, as he walked away through the trees, he could still hear the faint, rhythmic clapping of flesh echoing from afar. But he decided not to bother looking back or worrying about it anymore. After all, he thought to himself, that was just how young relationships were when they were fresh—full of endless energy, passion, and wild desires.

"Accept my second batch, Grizzle!" Owen, finally on the edge, roared with no need to hold back.

"Yesh... ehehe, please... give it to me." Grizzle accepted the second load without thinking twice.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Her asshole was completely filled, and she looked thoroughly content.

"Ahnn... ahn."

"Good girl. Now what kind of excuse are you going to give your husband?" Owen pushed his dick toward her mouth.

"Ahn... I don’t know. My pussy is dripping wet, and I don’t have anything prepared to say..." She spread her legs slightly, and a small gush of excess semen trickled out onto the grass.

"Did you bring a swimsuit?" Owen let her take the lead as she slowly licked his shaft clean.

"N-no... I don’t want to show too much skin out in the open... because I am shy..." she said softly, though her words stood in stark contrast to her current actions.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

"Well, just tell him that you felt tired and simply wanted to relax by yourself," Owen chuckled, imagining her having a calm conversation with her husband while fully satisfied.

"Slurp... slurp... yes. I am almost done... so let me wrap this up..."

"Go ahead," Owen said, letting her finish up before he headed back to his own group.

Five minutes after their encounter, Grizzle walked back to where her husband had set up their towels. She wore a calm smile, appearing to be in a wonderful mood after her time away.

"Dear... where did you go? I thought I lost you, so I decided to come back here," her husband said, standing up with a relieved look when he saw her return.

"I ended up wandering off a bit too, but look... hehe. I found some nice, smooth stones by the water. Well, I don’t really know what kind they are," she made up an excuse on the fly, her mind still lingering on the recent event.

"Hah, well, I’m just glad you’re safe." The man sighed in relief, thankful that she was back.

"Hmm? Care to share something with me? You look a bit distracted," she said, pressing her thighs tightly together to hold back the warmth inside her.

"Well, you see... while I was looking for you, I accidentally stumbled across a couple in the woods. Both of them were extremely wild, but thankfully you weren’t there to see it." The man pulled up a folding chair and offered it to her.

"Well, they sound completely shameless. A couple in heat like that, how embarrassing," she said, clutching her hands in her lap.

"Yeah, definitely. Anyway, let’s not think about those two strangers anymore." He lacked the energy to dwell on it, still affected by everything he had seen over the past few days.

"Hehe, yes... let’s just enjoy our time together here." She smiled softly, resting her hand over her stomach with a sense of complete satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Owen strolled back toward his own secluded spot near the lake, whistling a light tune as he walked through the trees.

"Ohh, what do we have here?" He paused and stared at the four women. They were currently draped in long, loose fabrics, cleverly concealing their figures and the secret swimsuits they had brought along.

"You took long enough..." Arielle grumbled playfully.

"Yes, we were starting to think you forgot all about us out here," Morenne added with a smirk.

"Hmm... hmm..." Pamela nodded in agreement.

"Hmph, you better not even think about forgetting us for a single second," Stella chimed in, holding her cover-up tightly as all four prepared to show off their outfits.

"Hehe, well, I just went to get a quick breath of fresh air," Owen said, stopping about three meters away in the center of the clearing to watch the upcoming reveal.

"Then there’s no reason to hold back any longer!" Morenne seized the moment and dramatically pulled away her long fabric before the other three could even react.

"Hey, that’s totally cheating!" Stella shouted, quickly shedding her own cover-up, which prompted Arielle and Pamela to strip away their wraps as well.

"Wow..." The thought echoed clearly in his mind as he took in the full view.

Morenne stood there wearing a striking gold-yellow bikini set that was practically held together by thin ribbons. The top featured minimal coverage, leaving her shape fully emphasized, while the bottom piece was cut extremely high on her waist with delicate string ties on the sides. The bold, minimalist cut suited her golden hair and confident posture perfectly.

Owen’s eyes then darted over to Stella. Her emerald green hair cascaded down over her shoulders, perfectly matching the deep green tone of her chosen swimsuit. Unlike Morenne’s style, Stella’s outfit was a slightly more classic two-piece, though the halter-style top offered a plunging neckline that accentuated her curves while covering just enough to leave something to the imagination. The lower piece was a sleek, high-cut bottom that framed her hips nicely.

Arielle wore a deep purple piece that accentuated her figure with a criss-cross wrapping pattern around her midsection, highlighting her waist while providing a striking, mature contrast to the lighter colors worn by the others.

Pamela, standing beside her, opted for a sleek white two-piece set featuring subtle silver accents along the trim that caught the sunlight. The minimalist design matched her calm demeanor, complete with high-waisted bottoms that complimented her posture.

Both women looked exceptionally stunning alongside Morenne and Stella in their own unique ways—each choosing a distinct design that reflected their personal styles. Owen took a step closer to the group, fully ready to begin their private summer afternoon by the lake.