Jude took Rose first, his hands gripping her hips as she wrapped her legs around him. Their mouths clashed, not with urgency, but hunger. Lucy pressed against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, while Emma kissed Rose, their tongues sliding together.
The river seemed to rise with them, wrapping their bodies in warmth. Susan and Grace lay together on the mossy bank, moaning into each other's mouths as they grinded in rhythm. Natalie straddled Sophie, their bodies rolling in the shallows, water lapping over nipples, between thighs.
Stella and Zoey circled Jude next, their hands gliding over his chest, their lips finding his shoulders, his mouth, his cock. They worshipped him like a temple, and he let them, surrendering to the rhythm that pulsed between them all.
It was not a single act. It was many. They shifted partners, joined in threes and fours, touched and kissed without pause or shame. The river carried their pleasure like song, like prayer.
