Lucky L'ours

I can’t help but stare. They are a beautiful couple.

Coming up from the lake where they’ve been skinny-dipping, laughing and pressing their playful naked bodies against one another. Their taut, tanned skin sparkling evening sunshine from every drop of water beading there. 

They know I’ve been watching them and they are fearless, almost flirtatious in their exhibition. I’m as hard as the granite mountains encircling the lake.

Two days from any road, I’ve been camped at the lake for a few days, planning to leave tomorrow morning. These two hiked in this afternoon, pitched their tent one campsite over, each in their turn ogling me sunbathing in nothing but my swim trunks on a blanket by the lake. Chattering away in a language I’m pretty sure is French of some dialect.

She is magnificent. Her breasts are two large handfuls of soft round flesh and her nipples are hard every time I look. How can the guy keep his mouth off them? She is a little fleshy, like I like, but has a nice womanly figure with those wide hips that European women seem to carry so well. Her bush is so full and heavy and right now it's full of diamond sunlight waterdrops. When the man holds her, his hard cock goes right to it.

He’s taller than she. Got that lanky figure, comfortably muscled like it comes natural, not like he works at it, slight puff at the belly. The space between his pecs and his ass and legs are covered Pan-like in soft brown hair. They both laugh a lot, grabbing each other’s bodies, embracing in long sweet deep kisses. Showing off their beautiful bodies.

Damn fine end to a damn fine hike. Such sweet views as this.

I close my eyes and let the late afternoon sun glow through my eyelids. The air is so warm and delicious and my cock is so happy with watching these people cavort. I adjust myself in my trunks and take a deep breath.

“Ahlo!”

I open my eyes, shading them with one hand. The woman’s standing over me, dripping. Her hair is bobbed at her jawline, dark as chocolate. 

“Ahlo!” she says again. Her hand is on her hips and damn! don’t just stare at her breasts, stupid.

“Hello!” I rumble back.

“You are good...” she starts in a low bird voice. She smiles a crooked, cute little smile. “You are good bumps.”

I hear the guy laughing, though I don’t see where he’s laughing from.

“Uh,” I say. “What?”

“Bumps,” she says, laughing like I shouldn’t be so silly as to not understand. “You are good bumps,” she repeats, pointing at my crotch. “Good bumps,” she adds.

I laugh, adjusting my boner, which I got to admit has sure given me away. “Yeah,” I laugh. “Thanks.”

“Beeg,” she laughs. The man laughs from out of my sightlines again.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I say, chuckling. I pat my bear belly with both hands. “Now this is a big bump.”

The woman bends down. Her breasts dangle right above me and my mouth opens automatically, though she only bends far enough to rub my belly fur. Her hands are small and her fingertips cool and smooth.

“Oh, yes!” she murmurs, fingering my fur, her breasts swaying above my head. “You are the - um, how do you say?” She turns over her shoulder and says, “
L’ours. Quel est le mot?

“Bear,” the man says.

“Beeeear!” she murmurs, rubbing my belly and chest. Her fingers go wide and my hair goes between them. She takes a pinch of chest hair and lightly pulls it up.

The man walks up on my other side, his cock swaying uncut and hard above a very ample ballsack. My eyes move between her breasts and his cock. Lucky couple. “My girlfriend. She loves the bears,” he says. His voice is baritone and playful as well. His accent is very heavy French.

The woman stands up and leans over my body to kiss the man. As she does, her hand moves over and grabs his cock. They are for a moment, making out directly over my recumbent body. It is at this moment, I realize I’m rubbing my crotch with my hand. 

Well, do you blame me?

The woman smiles, pulling off her husband’s lips, but not off his cock. She looks at me with a smile, nods toward the man and says, “Beeg bumps.”

Yeah, it’s pretty decent. Not a huge dick by any means, but thick and the foreskin is obviously something she loves. They are looking down at me grinning.

“You like?” the man says.

“Can’t you tell, dude?” I smile, nodding toward my crotch. The man and woman’s eyes follow my nod, but still look puzzled and I just laugh.

“Yeah,” I say. I lift my hands and run one hand up the inside of her thigh toward her bush and one hand up the inside of his thigh toward his ballsack. “Yeah,” I growl. “Bear likes.”

The woman looks up at the man, "Qu'est-ce qu'il a dit?"

"Il aime ça," the man says. 

She smiles at me. Then they begin speaking to each other in French too rapidly for me to even try to follow, so while they chat, I move my one hand up and grab his uncut cock gently underhand and provide a nice gentle pull. He groans and continues his conversation, though he’s moved his hand to his wife’s nipple. The fingers of my other hand move up into her pubes and slink in between her soft moist labia, gently moving them aside, minding carefully the delicate hairs. She gasps and they are both quiet a moment.

My cock is about to just say, “fuck you” to my swim trunks and rip on out all on its own, but at that moment, the woman takes a step back and walks toward their tent. For a moment I think it’s all off.

“Condom,” the man says. I’ve let go of his cock to watch her walk away. He grabs my hand and puts it back on his cock. 

“She come to here, you see,” he says, smiling. He has a very handsome smile, nice teeth.

The man kneels down by my head, his knees on my blanket and instantly my lips are pulling gently on his foreskin, my tongue teasing into his piss slit. The man groans and leans back on his haunches. I half-roll on my side to get a better angle and slip my tongue beneath his foreskin and the taste is so musky and he’s droolin’ a little precum which makes me wild. His hand has reached into my swim trunks and is massaging my cock as if it needed encouragement of any sort.

“Boys!” the woman says, laughing. “Boys!” 

She drops a bottle of lube and two or three condoms on the blanket beside me. She says something in a playfully bossy tone to her boyfriend, who sighs and pulls his cock out of my mouth. Damn.

The man moves down my body on his knees. His hands never leave my body, touching my belly and my hips and at last, my swim trunks, pulling them gently down. I lift my hips up a bit to help out.

The woman kneels beside my head and I place my hand on her beautiful firm breast. My fingertip circles a nipple and she licks her lips open-mouthed. I make a come-closer gesture and she laughs and leans in. Her hard nipple is on my lips and she smells like the earth after a rain and tastes like hard candy and my tongue can’t get enough of her beautiful tit.

My hand moves to her bush again and my fingers squirm between her labia. At that moment, the man pulls my cock up with his fist and his mouth plunges down the entire length of my shaft.

“Aw fuck!” I gasp. The woman kneels upright and coos to me in French with her hand petting my chest hair. “
L’ours, l’ours, l’ours,” she murmurs.

The man is an excellent cocksucker. My cock is so wet from his juicy mouth and he’s sucking it into full rigid hardness. The woman crawls up to near my head and, in one elegant move, swings one knee across my body so she’s straddling my face. Her bush is right in my face and smells so dark and wet and my tongue is moving her labia to the side, searching for the spot I love the most. And she is laughing a high bird laugh and my cock is getting sucked and my tongue finds her little fleshy button. She gasps.

I am top and bottom at the same time.

She begins to groan loudly and a bluejay begins yelling at us for this blatant orgiastic display. My tongue is moving up and down in a nice rhythm against her flesh and her juices are covering my face while her man’s mouth juices are covering my cock and for a half-second I’m worried I’m going to cum.

My hands are on the woman’s tits, twisting and circling and pinching her nipples while my tongue feeds on her pussy’s juices and plays with her hardening button. She is making some animal sounds, leaning her head back as she begins to feel it rising. This makes her husband slow down his cocksucking and I assume he’s watching his girlfriend get off. I keep eating her out and begin feeling the odd sensation of the man rolling a condom over my hard throbbing cock. Once it’s rolled on, he jacks it slowly, condom and all.

The woman shudders and shudders. “Ah!” she yells. Her body shivers and a wave of juices flow onto my face, fresh and musky. “Ah!” Her hands grip my head and muss my hair.

Suddenly, she is off my face and the sun is in my eyes and I’m wondering what’s going on. 

I hear her laughing and I see they are changing places and the guy is kneeling next to my chest with his cock in his hand, slowly wanking it, a dribble of precum is slowly dripping off the piss slit, ready to drop onto me. The woman has moved down to my cock where, with incredible ease and prowess, she crouches over my hips, grabs hold of my latex-covered cock, and glides herself down onto my shaft.

“Aw god!” I holler. Her pussy is so strong and wet and warm as it glides down the whole length of my cock and she grips my cock with the muscles of her pussy in a way that makes me practically bark with pleasure. It won’t take much coaxing.

She begins a steady rhythm, raising and lowering her body off my cock. The man continues stroking his cock above me. We meet eyes. He knows I’m willing. As she begins pumping my cock up her pussy in earnest, he kneels around my head, leaning forward on his hands and slides his cock into my throat.

I am bottom and I am top at the same time.

My balls are churning in their ballsack and my cock is ready to give it up. I’m feeling the man’s cock gently invade my throat and his strong hips on my face and his pubes in my nose and his dangling ballsack striking my chin and throat. I’m sucking with the best of my ability. I swear I’m really trying, but it’s hard when my cock is demanding full attention here.

And for a second, it flashes on me what I’m doing. I’m cocksucking this man and fucking his girlfriend at the same time.

That’s all it takes. 

Bam, bam, bam! My cum is shooting out my cock and filling up the rubber and the woman shouts and shouts and laughs with her hands flat on my belly as she rides me. And her man groans and trembles and bam, bam his cum is flooding my mouth and I’m swallowing his salty semen like a pro and trying between the whole thing to just keep breathing.

The man is muttering something in French as he slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth. He smears my beard with the last swipes of his cummy cock and I laugh at the way my tongue automatically seeks it out. The man smiles and moves down beside me, his head falling onto my shoulder, his arm going around my belly.

The woman slowly pulls off next, which is excruciatingly good. She bites her lip at me, watching me squirm and laughs her bird laugh. She moves to my other side and in a moment I am some kind of French sandwich, surrounded by taut smooth naked flesh.

We lay a moment in the evening light, the sun bathing our skin, all three of us breathing hard.

The woman kisses me full on the lips. Soft and gentle and sweet. Her bob haircut falls around my face. 

L’ours, l'ours, mon l'ours” she says, laying her head back down on my shoulder.

I smile. A very lucky
l’ours, I would say.

I WELCOME YOUR BACKTALK, BOY!

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Glenn Williams (aka, Mutantbearman) is a freelance writer who has published erotica, erotic poetry & queer journalism for decades. He is also a business and technical writer as well as a theatre director and actor. He has written blogs, screenplays, fiction, journalism, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives with his sexy boyfriend and Nala the cat in Portland, Oregon.