Tempting the Boundaries: Part 2
Guiding a group of horny women isn't easy.
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I ate a late dinner, just catching the end of the chow hall hours, after a long nap. I wandered out of the chow hall and down toward the lake just as the moon was starting to come up. I love watching the nearly full moon shining off the lake on a calm night. If the water wasn't so cold I'd probably have taken a short swim, but since the evening was a bit cooler, maybe only seventy or seventy five, I decided to just find my usual spot and sit and watch the moon come up. I was nearly half way down to the water when I hear crunching in the gravel behind me, light footsteps clearly hurrying to catch up to me. I turned enough to look over my shoulder and saw the petite little gal from this afternoon with the orange bikini mishap. There was enough light to tell that she had changed back to the shorts again and had a t-shirt that was cut off just below her tits.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she caught up with me and slowed down.
"Hi. Beth isn't it?"
"Uh huh. Where you headed?"
"Just down to the water to watch the moon rise. You should be getting some sleep. Tomorrow's your hardest day paddling," I said quietly as I continued walking.
"Can't sleep. Mind if I hang out with you for a while?"
"Well, I'd say no, but I have a hunch you won't take no for an answer."
"Not without a good reason."
"This is my quiet time. I like to just sit and watch the moon reflect off the water. It's kinda like meditation time if I did that kind of thing."
"Ah. Well, I can use some quiet time," she said quietly.
"If you want," I said before turning off the path and walking down the grass hillside toward the water's edge. I skirted down the shoreline along a narrow path and then stepped down off the path to the very edge of the water, wading past a large rock outcropping. I climbed onto a large flat rock and leaned back against the rock wall, settled to watch the moon pushing up over the horizon.
"It's pretty," she whispered as she settled down on the large flat rock next to me.
"Uh huh," I answered, not really wanting to talk.
We sat and watched the moon slowly climb above the trees, the disk finally breaking free of the huge pines that had been poking up into the silver white disk. "You know. It's kinda funny. We both ended up seeing each other's bodies earlier today."
"Uh huh."
"So, you got a girlfriend? Back home I mean?"
"Would it matter if I did?"
"It might," she whispered.
"No. not right now," I answered her.
"And no wife."
"No, not for several years now."
"I'm surprised. The no girlfriend I mean."
"Why's that?"
"Because you're hot."
"I'm old."
"Not really."
"I have a daughter older than you are. I am," I whispered.
"How old are you?"
"Fifty two."
"Oh. I wouldn't have guessed. How old do you think I am?"
"Oh. Twenty five or six maybe."
"Older than that."
"Okay."
"Thirty two."
"That's still twenty years."
"Does it matter?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On why you want to know how old I am?"
"I don't know. Just wondered."
"Uh huh," I answered, quite sure at this point that I knew exactly what she wanted to know for.
"You're still pretty hot."
"It's against the rules. I could get fired."
"What is?"
"Having sex with the customers."
"I didn't say that was what I wanted."
"You didn't have to."
"That obvious?"
"Uh huh."
She sat silently for long minutes, the moon bouncing off the water and bathing us in a soft bluish hue. She almost startled me with how quickly she started moving. For a moment I thought she was going to climb off the rock and walk away, but instead she pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving her naked below the short cropped t-shirt. Her round outer pussy lips were full and puffy, a small amount of soft inner lip protruding down as she stood with her legs slightly spread in front of me. She reached up and pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it onto the rock where she had been sitting. Her tits were firm and round, easily a C cup with only a small amount of sag that made them all the more sexy looking. She stood in the moonlight for long seconds letting me look her over before she stepped toward me and straddled me with her feet, reaching down to pull my t-shirt out of the waist of my shorts. "Your turn," she whispered, tugging on my shirt, trying to get me to lift my arms and let her undress me.
"Insistent, aren't you?"
"I know what I want."
"And that is?"
"Your cock in my mouth for now."
"For now?"
"Uh huh. After that I want you in me. I want you to fuck me."
"How come?"
"You're hot. I'm horny. We both want it. What more reason does there need to be?"
"I could get fired."
"Only if we're caught. And I kinda doubt anyone else comes down here."
"A few do."
"Uh huh. To do what?"
I chuckled. "Have sex."
"See?" she said, as I gave in and let her pull my shirt off. She bent over and started working on my pants, unzipping them and trying to pull them down my legs. "You could help."
"You're right," I agreed, reaching for her hips and pulling her toward me. She straightened up so her head wouldn't bang against the rock wall behind us. She stood with just her head higher than the rocks as I pulled her toward me.
"Oh fuck," she gasped softly as I pressed my tongue between her wet lips and stroked up toward her clit. She spread her legs farther to give me more access and I pressed my tongue deeper between her lips, tasting her tangy juices and teasing the entrance of her tunnel before dragging my tongue between her lips to the juncture and her hard clit. I heard her suck in her breath as I spread her lips with my fingers and flicked my tongue across her clit. "Oh shit," she mumbled as I drew her clit between my lips and sucked it eagerly. I let go of her clit and licked again, stroking her soft inner lips, flicking across her clit again, her hips bucking involuntarily in response.
"I guess you like that," I whispered before going back for another long slow lick.
"Oh god yes," she moaned softly, trying to press her pussy to my face as I stroked across her clit again. I took my time, sliding my tongue slowly between her lips over and over, each time pausing at her clit and teasing it. Her juices flowed less tangy and sweeter as I pushed her slowly toward the climax that was obviously building within her.
If she thought I was going to make her come on my face, she had another thing coming. Not that I wouldn't have. In fact, I very much enjoy doing that. But the more I licked her pussy the more urgently I felt the need to press my cock into her tight pussy. Other than Donna earlier, it had been months since I'd had sex with anything other than my own hand. I slipped from under her and stood up, pushing her back around to face the rock when she tried to turn to face me. I dropped my shorts and pushed my underwear down to my thighs and then aimed my engorged cock at her wet pussy. She felt me rub my head between her lips and she bent over more, pushing her ass out at me, and in the process, pushing her own pussy over my fat head.
"Oh my god." I heard her mumble quietly as I pushed deeper into her, feeling her pussy expand to accept me as I pressed ever so slowly into her. "God you are so fucking big."
"That's what you wanted, right? To feel how big I was?"
"Uh huh," she moaned as I held her hips and started to slowly stroke in and out of her. I felt my head bump into her cervix before I ran out of cock, so I pulled back again, pulling almost all the way out of her before driving in again. "Oh god!" she moaned more loudly.
"Sh. Or I'll stop," I whispered.
"Okay," she whispered back as I held my cock inside her but didn't move. I took a deep breath and started moving again, pulling nearly out of her and then driving into her again. Over and over we danced the dance of sex, her hips pushing toward me as I pushed into her and pulling away as I pulled back. Over and over we shoved our bodies at each other, my cock teasing the length of her tunnel and her pussy caressing my rock hard shaft.
"I'm going to come," she squeaked softly.
"Hope you're not loud," I chuckled behind her, knowing I wasn't far behind her.
"UH Fuck!" she grunted loudly. "Not usually." She squeaked softly as I plunged into her faster. "Oh god. Oh fucking god damn yes! Here I come!" I felt her pussy contract around my cock and her legs and arms shake as she became more and more animated on how she pushed and pulled her pussy on me. "Oh GOD!" she cried loudly once before slapping a hand over her own mouth and crying out into it.
I continued to plunge into her, each stroke pushing me slightly closer to climax. "Almost there," I grunted, knowing I was going to blow any second.
She suddenly pulled off of me, spun around, squatting down. She wrapped both hands around my pussy slicked shaft and started to frantically stroke me. "On my tits. Please come all over my tits!" she practically begged.
I didn't have much choice. I was way too close to want to stop, or maybe even able to stop. I groaned softly and then my hips jerked, pumping a huge shot of hot cum out at her chest. I looked down and watched my cock squirt time after time, each shot launched with an involuntary jerk of my hips. I stood panting, looking at my cum sliding and oozing down her tits as she rubbed my now softening cock around her nipples, teasing them with the tip of my cock. She let go of my cock and stood up, rubbing the cum around her firm tits before looking up at me and smiling.
"Fuck that was hot," she whispered. "I love watching a guy come on my tits. Turns me on so much that I just want to fuck them again and again and again."
"Not sure that'll happen now," I said as my cock drooped between us.
"How about if I get it hard again?"
"Get it hard I'll be happy to fuck you again."
She grinned at me and squatted down in front of me, leaning her face toward my body and engulfing my cock with her hot wet mouth. "Oh damn," I whispered as she teased my balls and sucked my softened cock. I'm no spring chicken anymore, so I was surprised at how quickly she managed to get me growing again.
"Well, that didn't take long," she said with a grin. "Why don't you come down here and fuck my brains out now."
"Sure. How do you want it?"
"Doggy style," she said with a grin, reaching behind her for her shirt and shorts. She wadded them up and put one under each knee as she knelt on all fours, her ass sticking out at me.
I pushed off my shorts, folded them for padding and then knelt between her legs, rubbing my again engorged head between her still wet lips. "Oh yes. Perfect," she whispered as I started stroking into her. In and out I went, sliding my cock along her sensitive walls, little gasps and moans slipping from her lips. Her pussy made a sexy little squishing sound each time I pushed into her, the sensations and sounds slowly working me toward another climax. The moon continued its trek as we knelt there, working my shaft in and out of her. I could feel her juices leaking around my cock and dripping down my balls to the rocks we knelt on.
"God you better come soon. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait," I grunted softly.
"You're kidding, right?" she answered breathlessly. "I've been fucking coming almost continuously for the last fifteen minutes."
"Oh shit," I grunted. "No wonder you're so fucking juicy."
"Uh huh. God damn you can fuck. I may not be able to walk tomorrow the way you're going."
"Well, get ready for the grand finale then," I whispered as I let the sensations wash over me unabated. It only took another few dozen strokes and my body jerked hard, driving my cock into her so hard that it knocked us both over. She lay flat on the rock as I lay on top of her, my cock jerking and twitching inside her as I filled her pussy with cum.
"Oh god damn that feels good," she moaned softly.
"Uh huh," I answered breathlessly as I lay on top of her.
"Jesus you can fuck a long time."
"Sometimes," I agreed as my body jerked again, adding a little more cum to her already full pussy. I lay on her for only a few more short minutes, my cock softening and slipping out of her. I rolled off, lying on my back with my feet hanging over the side of the rock outcropping into the water.
"God," she whispered, rolling over on her back next to me. "I am definitely not going to be able to walk tomorrow after that fucking," she said with a giggle.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I love a good fucking. I just haven't ever come that long before. You were like the damn energizer bunny. You just kept going and going and going and every stroke seemed to either tease my clit or my G spot. Jesus that was good."
"Well, for what it's worth, thank you. I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did."
"You sure you don't have a girlfriend at home?"
"I'm sure."
"God I don't know why not. You are one hot fuck!" she said with a giggle.
"Just haven't found the right kind of girl."
"You mean one with tits and a pussy? Jesus. Any woman would be happy to fuck you every damn day. Unless you're not all that into girls or something."
"Oh, I'm plenty into girls," I chuckled.
"Well. I better get back to the hut before they figure out I'm missing."
"Yeah. You better," I said, making no attempt to move.
She smiled and leaned over to kiss me and then stood up, pulling on her clothes. She squatted down and gave my face a gentle stroke before getting up and tracing her steps back the way we came.
I lay there naked until the moon was nearly straight overhead and then pulled my shorts on and headed back to the bunk house before stripping them off and flopping down on my bunk.
Tardy Guide.
"Mike. Mike. Wake up!" a female voice said, invading my dream and dragging me from a deep sleep back to a reality. "Come on Mike!"
"Huh? What?"
"It's me. Lynn!" the female voice said insistently, shaking me again.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, at least as much as I could at what felt like the middle of the night. "It's late. What are you doing here?" I asked groggily.
"It's past six am," she said with a frown. "Come on Mike, we don't have much time here."
I shook my head again and looked around the room as my eyes started to focus and my brain began functioning again. I looked from Lynn, standing by my bunk wearing her normal trek gear, shorts, synthetic tank top and her flop hat, to my own attire, which was missing completely, my cock hard with my typical morning woody. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it across myself. "Damn Lynn. I'm naked!"
"So? I'll let you see me naked sometime. Now will you listen to me?"
"Yeah. Sure," I said, sitting up on my bunk.
"That little bug I got decided to move from my stomach a little farther south. I can't go and if Jack finds out he'll cancel the trip and I can't afford to lose the trip. I won't get paid."
"Yeah. So what do you want me to do? Talk to Jack or something?"
"No! I want you to take the group and I'll take yours tomorrow. By the time they leave in two days I should be well enough to go."
"Wait. You want me to take that group of women? Jack won't approve that."
"I know. That's why we won't tell him until you're gone."
"He isn't going to be happy!"
"He isn't here. He had to go to town for some supplies and won't be back until this afternoon. We can just say he wasn't here to ask."
"Yeah, but we know what he'd say."
"I know. Oh come on Mike. I already talked to the ladies. They said they don't mind, and I really can't afford to lose another trek."
"Okay. Okay. Let me get dressed and some breakfast," I said as I started to climb out of my bunk and then stopped, my bare cock still covered by the sheet. "A little privacy?" I could see Lynn roll her eyes in the dimly lit bunkhouse.
"Good lord. It's not like I didn't see you naked five minutes ago," she said with a frown, crossing her arms across her chest. After a few seconds she shook her head, uncrossed her arms and turned to walk away. "Fine. I'll meet you out at the landing in fifteen minutes."
Fifteen minutes wasn't a lot of time. I slipped off my bunk and dug into my gear stowed below my bunk, quickly pulling on a pair of the tiny synthetic men's bikini briefs I wear on treks. Over that I pulled on a pair of synthetic zip-off leg pants and a synthetic t-shirt. I pulled on my wet shoes and then stuffed the gear into my pack I'd need for a five-day trip, including my ground pad and compact sleeping bag. The last thing I grabbed was my one-man tent before swinging my pack onto my shoulder. I walked to the dining hall, grabbed some scrambled eggs and sausage, piled it onto a slice of bread and wolfed it down as I walked out, heading down to the landing.
"Ladies. Here he is," Lynn said as I walked down the gravel path. The ladies were all dressed in light weight shorts and t-shirts or tank tops, each wearing some kind of hat, their packs lying on the ground around them.
"Good morning ladies. I understand that Lynn is still a bit under the weather."
"Morning Mike," Beth said with a grin and a wink, followed by nods and good mornings by the rest of the group.
"So. Mike is going to take you. We don't send guys out with women only groups for obvious reasons, so I expect you to bear that in mind over the next few days," Lynn told the women, looking sternly at them. "I'm well aware of the little incidents that happened yesterday, and I don't expect any more of those, right?"
"Right!" Jill answered with an affirmative nod, though I saw Donna trying to suppress a smirk.
"Okay. You ladies have a good trip. Mike. I'll make this up to you, I promise!" she said before turning and practically running up the hill, presumably for another trip to the bathroom.
I looked around at the ladies, all dressed for a hot wet day, and all of them reasonably appropriate for public display, except for Tiffany, whose big tits were very obviously unconstrained in her thin tank top, the outline of her darker areola showing through the white material around the obvious bump of her firm nipples.
"Okay ladies. Let's pack it up and head out!" I said, hoping that I didn't regret this. Not that I didn't mind a little sex, but it was just not good practice to be practicing it on the people that were supposed to be in your care. It just wasn't professional! I watched as they got the canoes into the water on the sandy bank, loaded all the packs into them and then waited for me to drop my small pack and tent into the center of the third canoe. I held it while Sherrie stepped into the bow from the chilly lake water, the rest of the ladies getting situated into their two canoes. With a last look at camp, and the closest thing to civilization we'd see for the next five days, we pushed off for the long paddle up Moose and Newfound Lakes. We had a long 15 kilometers to paddle to get to our first camp, most of it against the wind unfortunately. At an average speed of less than 3 klicks an hour, we had a good long paddle. I had no doubt the women would be sore by the time we got to the intended camp site on Ensign Lake. Fortunately there was only one required portage, and that was less than two hundred meters.
The happy joking banter they were sharing waned less than two klicks into the trip and was completely gone by the time we pulled to shore for lunch. To my surprise they groaned and stretched but didn't complain about the long slog up Moose and Newfound Lakes, making our stop almost eight klicks into the trip on horseshoe island, a popular lunch stop. The only thing we had to unpack was the food box, so we were reasonably quickly re-packed and loaded to head toward our first portage another three klicks up the lake. The ladies switched around and I ended up with Tiffany in the bow wearing slick little yellow workout shorts, and white tank top, her tits showing through even more now that it was sweaty.
"I don't know about everyone else, but I'm getting darn hot!" Tiffany complained as we skirted along the south east shore of Newfound Lake to avoid the wind.
"Yeah. I agree," Jill called from her canoe. It's hot. Can we get wet?"
"Water's cold!" I called back.
"You're not afraid of the water, are you?" Jill shouted across the water with a grin.
"Nope. If you wanna get wet, we can," I called. "Aim for that little clearing. We can stop there." It only took a few minutes for us to reach the clearing along the shore, get out and pull the canoes up so they wouldn't float away. The shoreline was steep here and the water dropped off fast, a muddy drop-off with massive rocks sticking out of the mud right at and below the water line. I suppose it was my mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I honestly don't even know why I did it. She was just standing there, bent over, her ass pushing out at me in those yellow shorts, her hands splashing the cold water on her legs. Too inviting of a target I guess. I stepped over and reached out, giving her ass a gentle push, toppling her over off the rock she was standing on into the deeper water beyond. She came up sputtering and splashing, the girls all laughing at her until she informed them that it wasn't a dive, but a push that had her in her current predicament.
That was not about to go unavenged by her friends. I quickly found myself surrounded by the rest of them and unceremoniously tossed into the drink by Tiffany. Not that I went either easily or quietly. Jill went in head first, dragging Kim along with her before Sherrie managed to get her leverage down low enough to push me off the rock I was doing my best to stay standing on. Of course I was going in, I wasn't going without taking some with me. Sherrie came along with me, landing in the water only a foot or so to the side of me, but Beth, who had been working on trying to lift one my legs off the rock to topple me came in head first right on top of me. Her arms still wrapped around my thigh. She leg go as we hit the water, realizing that holding my leg wasn't going to gain her anything, and came up sputtering next to me. I was laughing with the rest of them when I realized that Beth was frantically and unsuccessfully trying to tread water and swim toward shore at the same time. She was only three feet from me, splashing frantically.
Last thing I needed was to let one of them drown, even if they did end up in the water trying to throw me in. I reached out with one hand and grabbed at the back of her spandex top, little more than a sports bra. My fingers failed to find a purchase as her head dunked under water. Momentarily afraid that she might indeed drown, I jabbed my arm down into the water and grabbed for anything I could find. My fingers found something to wrap into and, using one hand and my feet to keep myself above water, I pulled up on what I had caught of her, pulling her toward me. Her face came up out of the water, panic painted on her face as she gasped for air. She took one look at me and reached out, wrapping both arms around my head, practically trying to climb up out of the water on top of me, pushing me down under as she did.
I knew the signs. She was a typical panicked drowning victim. They all too frequently accidentally try to drown their rescuer in their frantic attempts to get up out of the water. I'd dealt with this in both training and real life. I let her push me under, holding my breath and my panic in check while we both sunk below the surface. As soon as her face dipped below the water she let go of me to frantically paw at the surface again. I reached out, easily seeing her in the clear water, and spun her around, facing away from me. With a hard kick I drove myself up toward the surface, wrapping an arm around her as I did, pulling her tightly to me so she couldn't turn again. We still had all our clothes and boots on, which was probably her problem. She had said she could swim, but I guessed she underestimated how hard it is to swim with hiking boots on. I had to kick a lot harder with my own boots on, but I easily turned us and pulled her toward the shore only a few dozen feet away. With my arm still firmly clamped around her body I found a purchase for my feet on the rocks sticking out of the mud and pulled her up with me to the shore, flopping down on the steep grassy hillside, letting her flop back on me as she gagged and coughed up the water she had inhaled.
It wasn't until I released her that I realized both her tits were completely exposed, her spandex top pulled up above them. It was also then that I realized what my brain had been screaming at me for, doing its work to make my cock hard as I held her ass against it and my hand cupped one of her soft tits. Somehow I think fixing her top was the last thing on the list as she rolled off of me onto all fours, gagging and choking up water. I lay there with her next to me, her tits hanging down below her as she wretched, threatening to puke up both the water and lunch she had taken in. I lay there in my soaked clothes, my cock growing harder by the second as I stared at her, unable to not look at her tits.
"Fuck," she finally muttered, rolling to sit on her ass with one leg tucked under herself. "I thought I was going down," she finally gasped out.
"Yeah. You were struggling. I thought you could swim?"
"I can. But apparently not dressed," she said breathlessly.
"Well, mostly dressed," I said quietly. "You might want to fix your top."
"Oh, fuck. Thanks," she said as she pulled it back down, carefully tucking her tits back into the stretchy material as several of her friends waded up out of the water to gather around us, all of them as dripping wet as we were. I looked up and saw Tiffany standing over me, looking down at me.
"You okay?" Jill asked as she pulled up her t-shirt almost to her tits, wringing the water from it before letting it flop back down and hang loosely on her body.
"Yeah. Just wasn't ready for swimming with these things on I guess," Beth answered, slapping her wet boots as she rolled herself over to sit on her ass next to me.
I rolled onto my side and reached out to gently touch her knee. "When we're on the water, I want you in a life jacket," I said quietly. She silently nodded to me and I flopped back on the ground for a few moments before pushing myself up. "come on ladies. I think we've had enough fun for a while. Let's head to our first portage."
"Yeah. Okay. Right." I heard from several of them as they helped Beth to her feet. It was nearly an hour before we had mounted up and paddled up lake to the first portage. I climbed out and helped the other two canoes ashore, helping each of the ladies hoist their packs and gear bags, and canoes. I put my pack on backwards, hanging it on my chest instead of my back to better balance my weight. That left me with my tent and the last canoe.
"I'll get that," Beth said, bending over under the heavy pack on her back to pick up my tent. She lifted the small yellow nylon tube and headed up the trail after the others.
I turned and hoisted the canoe over my head, settling it on my shoulders. It was only a little less than two hundred yards, but as always, the path was up and down and twisting around the boulders and rocks. A simple walk, until you have a ninety pound pack or a sixteen foot long canoe on your shoulders. It wasn't a long portage, so we quickly made Splash Lake, our intended overnight. We were lucky enough to find a site straight across from the portage on a little bay that was open. Many times these sites are already taken because this is a primary route to a whole lot of lakes. It was still early enough in the day that it hadn't been taken so we grabbed it, since the following day would be a lot more grueling with portages rather than the ten kilometers we'd paddled today, a long day for women that hadn't paddled seriously before.
I spent the next hour helping them get set up, taught them how to hoist their food box to keep it out of reach of bears and instruct them on purifying more water and setting up all of the camp. It was also decided that since the bathroom was little more than a pipe sticking out of the ground with a toilet seat on it next to a bush, that a red bandanna one of the ladies had would serve as the occupied sign. With all that done I set my own tent up and flopped down for a short nap.
After dinner I let the ladies have their privacy, heading off with my fishing rod to probe the rocks surrounding the island and nearby shore lines from one of the canoes. I brought back three nice northern pike to clean for breakfast. After cleaning them it was nearly dark and I headed to bed, leaving the ladies chatting around the fire. Of course being in a tent I could easily hear their comments and discussion, some of it about me and some of it about what I was going to think about the day after tomorrow. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I got the impression they were worried about it, whatever it was. I drifted off to sleep long before they quit talking for the night.
The birds were chirping and the sun was already well above the trees by the time the ladies crawled from their tents. By then I had coffee brewed and the fish, wrapped in foil, sizzling away on the rocks that made up the fire ring. Coals from the fire I had built up almost two hours before were busily cooking the tender fillets, which would go exceedingly well with the powdered eggs that were on the menu.
My efforts were thoroughly appreciated and by nine we were packed and ready for our second leg. Other than a six plus kilometer paddle the length of Ensign Lake, the day was a series of short paddles followed by equally short portages. Ensign lake to Ashigan Lake, a grueling ½ kilometer portage to Gibson lake, Cattyman Lake, Jordan Lake, Three Eagles Lake and finally Solitude Lake . The day finally ended in the early afternoon with setting up camp on a small island on the north side of the lake. As expected we were the only group on this particular lake, which pleased the ladies for reasons that apparently weren't to be shared with me.
With all the tents set up and camp ready for more than an overnight stay, I looked around for my own tent.
"Donna?" I called across camp to where she was squatting down at one of the big packs.
"Yeah?"
"Have you seen my tent? Last time I remember seeing it was several portages back. You and Kim were taking turns carrying it," I asked.
"No. I thought Kim put it in her canoe. Kim? Have you seen Mike's tent?" she called into the tent in front of her.
"No. Didn't you have it? I haven't carried it since Gibson Lake," she answered from inside her tent.
"No. I thought you had it. Hey girls! Does anyone remember seeing Mike's tent?" Beth called loud enough for everyone in the camp to hear her.
"The yellow one?" Tiffany called from where she was sitting by the fire ring, watching the newly built fire slowly grow.
"Yeah."
"I'm not sure. I thought I saw someone in that group that passed us between Jordan and Cattyman carrying one just like it."
"Yeah. They did," Beth called. "I kinda remember seeing one like yours sitting at the landing on Jordan. They loaded it into one of their canoes while I was pulling ours out," she answered.
"Oh shit. It must have gotten mixed up in their gear when we crossed paths on that short little portage," I said quietly with a scowl, wondering what I was going to do for sleeping quarters.
"That mean you don't have a tent?" Tina asked from where she was walking back into camp after using the toilet, such as it was.
"Looks that way," Beth answered her.
"Well, he can sleep with me. Sherrie can shift over to with Kim and Beth!" Tina said with a grin. "I don't take up too much room."
"Oh I don't think so. If he's gonna sleep with anyone I think it ought to be me," Donna said quickly.
"Not likely!" Kim said with a scowl. "Why should you pick anyway? If he's going to sleep with someone, let him pick who it is. Oh by the way Mike. Pick me pick me!"
"It's not like it'll matter all that much who he sleeps with after tomorrow morning," Sherrie said to all of them.
"Yeah. What is it with tomorrow morning?" I asked with a scowl. "That's about the third time now you've talked about tomorrow like it's some secret. Does anyone want to fill me in?"
"I will," Kim said as she got up and walked over to me. "As soon as you take off all your clothes."
"I'm not taking off all my clothes."
"Well, then. You'll just have to wait for tomorrow!" she said with a shrug, turning and walking back toward the fire.
"Okay. That's enough. He'll sleep with me. You girls can rearrange however you want," Jill said, taking charge.
"Why you?" Beth asked.
"Because I'm closest in age and I know damn well that if he sleeps with you or Kim that you'll have him up all night fucking like rabbits. No. He'll sleep with me," she said as if that settled the matter.
"Hang on a minute. Who said I was sleeping with anyone? I'll just sleep under the tarp," I said, shaking my head.
"Out in the bugs? Seriously?" Jill queried.
"I can."
"Yeah, but it'd be silly. Don't worry, I'm not the bashful type and I've seen hundreds of men's bodies. So we'll do just fine together."
"Yeah, that's another thing. Just where do you see all these men's bodies?" I asked curiously.
"Didn't she tell you? She works down in the fertility clinic. Her specialty is in the sperm bank!" Kim chided.
"Well, someone has to inspect and sanitize all those cocks," Jill answered with a grin.
"Good lord," I said, shaking my head and walking away. Not that I could go too far on the fifty-meter diameter island. Jill found me sitting on a rock staring out at the lake a short time later.
"I'm sorry about that. Sometimes the girls can get a little crude," she said quietly as she sat down next to me.
"Yeah, I'm pretty thick skinned, but for some reason being argued over as to who to sleep with, almost like some kind of trophy just wasn't getting it done. I guess that's why Jack doesn't let guys go out with all female groups."
"Not that that's a cure either. Some of these groups would argue over another woman as much as a guy. But if this is an issue, tomorrow will be even more difficult."
"What is it about tomorrow?" I asked; almost snippily, turning to look at her.
"It's the fourteenth. We've been planning this for a couple years now."
"So? It's the fourteenth."
"Yeah. July fourteenth."
"So? Is that date supposed to mean something to me?"
"Well, I guess it doesn't," she said with a sigh. "But it will after tomorrow. That's why we wanted a secluded camping spot. It's national nude day."
"It's what!? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous," I said looking at her in astonishment. "There can't be any such thing."
"Oh. There is. And the girls are planning on celebrating it this year...in full bloom!"
"So you mean, tomorrow...that all day...they're going to be..."
"Uh huh. Naked," she said with a matter of fact tone. "Me too incidentally." I looked at her and for some reason had a hard time thinking about her getting naked for a whole day. Not that it was an unpleasant thought, but I just didn't see her as doing it. "So? You don't believe me?"
"Not entirely," I admitted, thinking to myself that there was no way these ladies were all getting naked out here in front of me.
"Let me ask you a question. What do you do for a living, when you're not up here shepherding wanna be outdoors men and women?"
"I teach college."
"Uh huh. So you see lots of kids all year long, and when summer comes, you run away and do something completely different."
"Pretty much," I agreed.
"Well, I'm a nurse. I work in a fertility clinic, and I deal with all sorts of people trying to have babies, and failing. That includes dealing with sexual disorders as well as various types of artificial fertilization. In the process I have seen pretty much every form of male and female body there is."
"Including guys with hard-ons," I said quietly.
"Including guys with hard-ons," she agreed. "Unfortunately it's always in the line of duty," she added with a frown.
"And you want to do something completely different?"
"Not so much different as outside my comfort zone," she said, looking out at the water. "I'm always dealing with couples in various states of undress, and no matter how I might get turned on, I have to look the professional and pretend I'm not."
"But sometimes you are?"
"Sometimes I am," she whispered. "Sometimes I'll be touching a big hard cock on some guy, sterilizing it before he jacks off in my little collection tray, wanting to just stroke it for him or sometimes even bend over and let him stuff it into me. I haven't been fucked in...well longer than I want to admit."
"Sometimes I just want to stand there and throw off my clothes and play with myself while he's stroking his cock, trying to make himself come so that we can test his semen."
"I didn't know you stayed in the room while they did that."
"Sometimes, if they ask I will. Some guys need a little more persuasion than a little clip of porn will do. They like having live woman to watch."
"Do you ever flash anything?" I asked curiously.
"I have on a couple rare occasions. One guy just couldn't seem to get off no matter how hard he tried. I knelt down and pulled my top up and let him look at my tits while he stroked himself off. God I wanted it squirted all over my tits right then, but it had to go into the dish," she said with a sigh.
"So what does this have to do with tomorrow?"
"We're all going to be naked, all day. I rather figure that you'll have your pick of who you want to do what with. I doubt any of them will say no to anything you ask. Well, maybe Kim would balk at getting fucked. But otherwise..."
"So?"
"So I don't want to wait until tomorrow," she said as she pushed herself up to stand on the rock next to me. "This is a little awkward. I'm used to being the one undressed in front of, not doing the undressing," she said as she pulled her tank top up over her head, tossing it onto the rocks behind her, her easily D cup tits swinging slightly as she moved, each creamy orb hanging down like a large droplet of water. Her areola, each almost as wide as my pointer finger is long, were dark pink as were the large erect nipples poking out at me as she moved her hands to her hips. I watched as she bent, her tits hanging down farther, swinging more freely as she worked her spandex shorts down over her ass and hips, pushing the tight material down her legs until she could step out of it. She only stood in her hiking boots and tiny bikini panty for a moment and she was pushing the little white underwear down her legs.
With a nervous intake of breath she tossed her panties onto the pile of her other clothes and stood up to let me see all of her now naked body. Her pussy lips were full and round with significant amounts of her inner labia pushing out, but left folded and pressed tightly against her outer lips from the tight spandex. Her mound was covered in a fine mat of what looked like soft brown curls, extending in a wide triangle pointing down toward her pussy lips. "So what do you think?" she asked a little breathlessly as she stood next to me, looking down at me with her soft blue eyes.
"I think you're very good looking," I answered her, not quite sure what she wanted me to do, if anything.
"Good enough to have sex with?"
"Oh, yeah. Definitely that," I agreed.
"You know, if you wanted to take your shorts off, I wouldn't mind at all riding your cock."
"yeah?"
"Yeah. I really liked how it looked the other day, back at the camp, when Beth was stroking it for you," she said, moving her hands behind her ass instead of rubbing her fingers nervously.
"Come here," I said, lifting a hand toward her and holding it out to her. She moved one of her hands to mine and let me grip her fingers gently. "Come on, step over here," I coaxed, gently pulling on her hand. She tentatively stepped over another step toward me. I reached for her leg and coaxed her to step over me, straddling my legs and facing me. I let go of her hand and moved both my hands to her hips, gently stroking my fingers up and down her hips and thighs, teasing them up and around her firm round ass. After several long seconds stroking her ass I laid my palms on her round cheeks and gently pulled her closer. She shuffled her feet, moving closer to me as my hands requested, her eyes looking down at me with a mixture of apprehension and lust. I leaned my head toward her to meet her steps, gently kissing her left thigh and then her right. I heard her sigh softly as I planted a soft kiss on her curl covered mound, softly kissing my way down closer to her pussy, the aroma of her excitement strong in my nostrils.
I reached my tongue out and gently teased her lips, using my tongue to spread and move them so they were no longer packed against her outer lips, but now free to move and wet with her juices and my saliva. I pulled her closer, coaxing her to spread her legs and step closer, giving me better access to her waiting pussy.
"Oh fuck," she cooed softly as I stroked my tongue between her lips, teasing it slowly along until I found her hooded clit and gently teased the tip of my tongue across and around it. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped softly as I pressed my tongue deeper, starting another long slow stroke. I tasted her juices as I spread her lips with my tongue, working slowly toward her clit again, where I flicked and teased it for long seconds before drawing back again for another long slow lick. "Oh god that feels good," she moaned softly as I teased the tip of my tongue into her far enough to find the entrance to her tunnel. As I licked slowly up her wet slit again I let my left hand slide down the curve of her ass, my fingers curling between her legs until the tip of my finger found her little rosebud and gently stroked across it in time with my tongue stroking her hard, now exposed clit.
"You like?" I asked before I pressed my tongue up into her again, teasing around her tunnel entrance and then sliding up her pubic bone.
"Oh god yes. You are making me so fucking horny. God I wanna fuck your hard cock," she moaned softly.
"Soon," I said as I went back for another lick, teasing my tongue along her wet lips again, my finger still teasing her ass as I worked toward her clit again. I sucked her clit into my mouth, pressing it gently between my lips and flicking just the tip of my tongue across it, making her body jerk involuntarily.
"Oh fuck," she groaned softly.
I grinned to myself as I let go of her ass with my free hand and reached to my shorts, unsnapping and unzipping them while I teased her pussy lips and clit yet again. Keeping my tongue on her clit, I let go of her completely reaching for my own shorts and working them down over my ass with my little bikini underwear, my engorged cock sticking up toward her pussy as I worked my shorts down my legs.
I pulled my face from her pussy and reached up again, grasping her hips and pulling her down toward me. She bent her legs and let me pull her ass down toward me, her eyes never leaving mine, almost as if she wasn't sure she wanted to watch what she knew was coming. I let go of her left hip and reached between us, finding my hard cock and coaxing her lower until I could feel her wet lips against my head. I stroked my head back and forth between her lips, smearing her juices over the tip and teasing her clit with my now lubricated tip.
"Oh fuck yes," she groaned, lowering herself down farther, no longer willing to wait to feel me inside her. I felt my head engage into her tunnel opening and the pressure build against my head as she let more weight down on me. I almost popped into her, her body finally expanding enough to let my engorged head into her, making her large enough to accept my long fat shaft. "Oh my god; yes!" she hissed breathlessly as she started lifting and lowering herself on my shaft, slowly lubricating and working me deeper and deeper into her until her bare ass was slapping against my bare thighs. "God damn you feel good," she groaned as she bounced, her ass now slapping wetly against my thighs at the end of each stroke.
I let my hands travel up her body capturing and cupping each large round orb of sexy tit, quickly guiding the nipple of her left tit to my waiting mouth. "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me," she moaned as I sucked and teased her nipple, her legs pumping her up and down my shaft. I could feel her tunnel expanding around me each time I was forced into her, each stroke seeming to be accompanied by a gasp or squeak of pleasure. "So fucking good," she grunted as her legs started to tremble, losing some of her coordination at the same time.
"Uh huh," I agreed as I moved to her right nipple, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it as I had the other, with the tip of my tongue flicking across and around it. "I'm gonna come," I grunted, realizing that I was turned on way more than I realized and was quickly feeling that warmth and tingle spread through me, warning me that I would soon be unable to hold back.
"Do it. I wanna feel you squirting in me. I wanna feel your fat cock coming inside me," she moaned softly, her pace quickening in an apparent attempt to push me along more quickly.
"Fuck," I grunted, my body trying to hump up from the rock into her. I felt my cock swell and then a strong surge of cum lance up into her. She felt the surge and slammed herself down on me, her body jerking almost in time with mine as my body spasmed and jerked uncontrollably for long seconds, pumping shot after shot of cum into her tight tunnel. "Oh god., I panted as my body slowly started becoming mine again, realizing only now that her whole body was trembling and jerking as well. I let my hands move to her back and slide up and down her body, my fingertips teasing her skin. She sat on my lap, my cock starting to soften in her still occasionally spasming pussy.
"Oh god damn," she panted. "I didn't expect that when I came over here with you, but I'm damn glad it did."
"Yeah it was nice," I answered her quietly.
"So, I guess sleeping together tonight won't be a problem anymore, huh?"
"I suppose not," I chuckled.
"And tomorrow? You going to get naked with us? I mean it's not like all of us haven't already seen your cock."
"Yeah. Sure," I said with the shake of my head.
She grinned at me and then rolled off of me to sit next to me, my cum leaking from her pussy and making a little puddle on the rock under her. We sat for almost half an hour, watching the lake, the loons and the ducks before we heard one of the girls calling that it was dinner time. The two of us dressed and then walked back to camp for dinner.
To be continued. Based on a post by m storyman x, for Literotica.