Backpacking couples turn wild on nude day.
Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
As lunch was wrapping up, Mary announced that whoever draws the 3 shortest match sticks gets KP duty for lunch cleanup. She came around to each of us with a closed fist with 6 sticks sticking out from between her various fingers.
I watched carefully as John and Christa each seemed to have a couple very short match sticks. Mark and Nancy had long sticks. Damn, I really wanted more time in Christa’s hot pussy, and I just love her huge tits.
When I pulled my match stick, it was long, but no one else saw mine as I held it in my fist. With a firm press of my thumb, the stick broke and I took the red tip in my other hand while my other fist reached down to guide my flip-flops on. The broken stick was lodged into the ground and I stood when Mary called us all to compare each other’s ‘wood’.
“The hell!” Mary said as she somehow had a longer match stick than 3 others. “I guess Nancy, Mark, and I have some free time.” Truthfully, Mary probably knew that I tampered with the results, but it meant she could arrange her next tryst, and finally get some cock time with young Mark. Plus, she wanted to seal the arrangement with Nancy by licking her cunt into euphoric bliss.
Christa quickly took charge of john and me, dividing up the duties.
Mary turned to my Nancy and offered; “Nancy, I don’t know how you feel, but I know there’s a nice swimming hole just down the creek a bit. I’d love to freshen up’ if you know what I mean?”
“Yes,” Nancy said, eagerly. I’ve gotta get this stuff cleaned off my hair and tits.”
“Well,” Mary quipped; “Having two studs taking turns with your hot body, I can’t say I’m all that sympathetic, though.”
“Oh
Mark?” Nancy called over as Mark was returning from the bushes where
he’s just taken a leak; “ Could you be a dear and escort two damsels to
the swimming hole? There might be some horny Sasquatches who’d want to
have their way with us?”
“Uh,” Mark paused, knowing it was going to
be obvious to his buxom Christa, that he was being invited to fuck two
other women. “I think Christa might;”
“Go!” Christa ordered her athletic hubby. “I need you to clean up really good for our last night in the woods.”
John and I were grinning to ourselves. Christa had just answered our deepest thoughts about whether we’d get some fuck time with her. She ran off her hubby to fuck our wives and keep them occupied.
I kissed Nancy and told her I hoped to hike up to the point when I was done with KP duty.
“Oh, great!” Christa interjected. “I was hoping someone had enough energy for that excursion. Can I join you?”
“Yes,” Nancy answered her for me. “Hell, there are horny sasquatches rumored all over these parts. Keep her safe, Big Mike. And with tits like her’s, John might need your help.” Nancy winked to Christa, then kissed me and trailed off to join Mark & Mary.
Mary and Nancy took turns leading the way down to the creek, the other trailed behind to take in the view of Mark’s athletic sexy body. As Nancy led the first part, she strangely had to make several stops to adjust her boot lacings, or some other issue. It always involved bending over at the waist with legs spread and pussy glistening. Nancy always concluded by turning to say; “Sorry to delay us,” then winking to Mark and resuming the trek.
For her part, Mary was continuously asking Mark how great it felt to have his cock in Nancy’s mouth, and what might he do if he had to please two milfs at once?
It was working, as evidenced by Mark’s turgid cock stiffly strutting. At the swimming hole, Mary and Nancy were the first to take the plunge in the chilled water. Popping up from a refreshing dunk, Nancy’s large extended nipples were obvious and enticing.
Mark took more time to wade into the deep. A little encouragement came from Mary, but it was Nancy’s nipples that had Mark continuing to approach.
“Go ahead, take the plunge!” Mary encouraged.
“Take one last look, ladies” Mark advised. “When this chilly water hits my cock, You’ll get a new definition of what ‘shriveled’ looks like.”
“We have remedies for that” Nancy encouraged. With that, the two well-endowed ladies shook their shoulders and thus began a massive swaying of mammary treasures.
Mary tossed Nancy the bar of floating soap she brought just for this event. The two ladies lathered up then dropped their bodies under the surface just long enough to shake their hair rinsed.
Mark was in water just past his waist when they tossed him the bar of soap. With haste he splashed water up on his shoulders, seeking to avoid a ful plunge. When he turned his back to the ladies, they rushed him, talking him and taking him fully under.
“Shit!” Mark screamed when he caught his breath. He started for shore.
“Not so fast,” Nancy ordered. “Christa gave clear orders that she needs your cock and balls clean for tonight.”
“Damn straight!” Mary agreed. “Now let me have that soap and we’ll get you presentable!”
The two ladies took great pleasure and a leisurely time in lathering the young stud while he stood in water up to his thighs. Neither of them were confident in the other’s thoroughness in scrubbing Mark’s cock, balls and ass, so they went over each of the areas repeatedly. Soon the bar of soap was dissolved to about a fourth of it’s original size, and Mark’s cock was fully expanded to four times his shriveled size.
“You know,” Mark said, “I still have to rinse this lather off. And little guy is going to go into hibernation again.”
“Well, let’s get you rinsed,” Nancy said; “then we’ll go lay in the grass and wake your fella back up.”
Without warning, Mary began splashing water on both Mark and Nancy. Then it was a complete free-for-all, and Mary was tackled and fully submerged, Mark coming under with her.
Nancy made her exit and found a nice spot in the grass. Mary came running from the water, but didn’t arrive until Mark reached her first, and scooped an arm around her waist, pulling her up and twirling her a few spins, then dumping her on the grass next to Nancy.
Mark swiftly slapped Mary’s ass and rolled her over, pressing his chest down on her’s. “I oughta take my liberties with you, for what you did.” Mark teased.
“Oh, yes,” Mary enthusiastically agreed. “I need to be punished and learn my place. But I warn you, big boy. I’m a feisty tart and I don’t tame easily! Treat me like a dog. Make me your bitch!”
As Nancy watched this raunchy scene continue, she was shocked by what happened next. Mary flipped onto all fours and crawled to when Nancy sat with her arms supporting her, leaning back.
“Save me, Nancy!” Mary playfully declared while wrapping her arms around Nancy’s waist and laying her head in Nancy’s mound.
Mark knelt behind Mary and began fondling her spread cunt lips. He soon brought his semi-flaccid cock up, and squatting, he tucked the phallus into her warmth.
As Nancy enjoyed the sex show, Mary silently nudged her arm, wishing for Nancy to lay down on her back. Mary placed her elbows down between Nancy’s inner thighs, and coaxed her to spread them wide. Then the warm luxurious feel of Mary’s skilled tongue found every part of Nancy’s womanhood. What only Christa knew, was that Mary had a tongue which extends more than 3 inches out of her mouth.
Mark now had a very stiff rod and it was filling Mary’s hot cunt.
Nancy laid with her arms behind her head, watching Mark’s face as he pounded into Mary. Mary’s tongue went deep enough to find Nancy’s G-spot, where she redoubled her efforts to bring Nancy to a blissful euphoria.
Nancy was imagining Mark pounding her. Mark was feeling the tremors of Mary’s spasming climax and his cock sent a heavy blast deep into her cunt.
All three of them were reduced to a pile of spent sexy bodies, with Nancy’s cunt at the bottom of the pile.
A Mountaintop Day
John led the trio upward for the 20 minute ascent to lookout point. Christa spent much of that time asking us guys what our craziest sex memories were. I had several to share, but John didn’t seem to want to volunteer. Before we knew it, we were at the top and taking in the amazing view of the valley.
“Dan,” Christa turned to me; “Have you ever done a ‘Big O’? You know, where two guys fill both of a woman’s lower holes?”
“I know how to, and I’m proficient. But I won’t tell who all was involved. Does that help?”
“Good, yeah.” Christa assured me. “John, how about you?”
“Same answer Mike gave you.” John said with a smile which revealed fond memories.
“Can I talk you fellas into trying it with me?” Christa shamelessly asked.
“Done” John said.
“Shit, yeah!” I concurred.
“It’s been a fantasy of mine since my college roommate told me about her wild orgy in Daytona.” Christa said.
Somehow this young buxom sexpot was completely transformed from the bashful gal who feared other men seeing her tits, just this morning.
“Dame girl!” I said. “What forms of debauchery are you going to drag us virtuous men down to?” Aren’t you the same gal who loudly protested birthday suits, just a few hours ago?”
“Well, secret’s out; isn’t it!” Christa said as she knelt down and started stroking both John’s and my cock. “So how do we do this deed without anyone getting hurt?”
“Well,” John said. “you’re off to a good start. But we have to get you really lubed up wet and very aroused. Big Mike is a full experience by himself, bit having both holes filled at the same time; that’s the epitome of getting stuffed.”
John helped Christa lay on her back while he laid between her legs to begin getting her juices flowing.
The scene at my feet was heavenly. Christa’s massive natural tits were still very firm and towered skyward. Her nipples were perfectly symmetric and capped with pink nipples which begged for sucking.
I took my liberties and knelt by her shoulder, leaning down to feast on her mammary delights. Her hand found my happy cock and she had her way with my tip. When I could stand no more, I got up and took over for John,
Damn, the girl was wet and juices were running down her inner thighs.
When John had some tit-play and Christa was familiar enough with his phallus, I got us repositioned.
“Okay, Christa; when you’re ready, start by riding me cowgirl. Take your time and make sure your cunt gets used to the full length of my cock.”
Christa did exactly as she was instructed, and had a blast riding ‘Big Mike’. I had to remind her to not take it too far, before John gets into the game.
Then I had Christa gently lay down on my chest. “Shit” I love the view of your luscious tits as they lay on my chest, babe!”
“Oh, fuck!” Christa shouted. “Mike, your hairy chest is tickling my nipples like I’ve never felt!”
As Christa was distracted by her tit arousal, John was tucking his knees up between my thighs. That was my queue to lift Christa’s ass up and slip my cock out. Almost instantly, John’s modest-sized cock was inside her wet hot cunt and pressing deep. He took a couple thrusts, then pulled back out. I raised her hips up enough to reach under her and align my cock back into her depths.
“Okay, Christa; How are you doing?”
“Oh, Fuck!” She beamed. “I’m finally getting to live out this fantasy! Bring it on, big boys!”
“Good, I’ll pull out while John gets your ass acclimated. Just tell us when you’re ready.”
As I slipped my cock out, John slid his cock along her swollen wet cunt lips, to get fully lubed for entry. Then he dragged a middle finger into her slid and once it was coated he rubbed it in a circular motion on her sphincter. He then pressed in as Christa let out a deep exhale. He was in just to his first knuckle. He kept some steady pressure in her inner, second sphincter. About half a minute later, it relaxed, and his finger entered.
How’ are ya, darling?” John asked.
“Mum, Um Hum” was all she tried to say. My tongue was un her mouth. I was trying to distract her.
John’s other hand found her cunt and his thumb went in deep, to get fully coated. Then he swiftly pulled out the one middle finger and inserted the thumb in a swift motion.
“All good, baby?” John again asked, as he smoothly stroked her ass cheeks with his free hand.
“Heavenly! Heavenly and hungering for cock!” She boasted.
John’s thumb had been gently moving in and out. Then John slid his cock into her pussy one more time, to freshly lube his tool. He took some extra time in her cunt because; well; it just felt so damn good in that tight cunt!
Then, as John watched me deeply French kiss the buxom babe, he slipped out his thumb and pressed his hard cock into her ass.
Christa tilted her head up and took a deep breath. “My last virginity! I finally surrendered my ass to a cock.”
Oh my God! I marveled at her courage. An anal virgin going straight for the ‘Big O’.
John slowly stroked her ass, going in a bit further in each new cycle.
“Oh, shit that’s amazing!” Christa declared.
John finally reached his full depth and stayed there. He was leaning in with his arms descending to the ground just beside my hips.
I got some help from Christa as she raised her hips just enough for me to slide my hand down and guide my cock back to her cunt opening.
I
pressed hard, but her cunt was so tight. Then John slowly retracted ot
about two-thirds of the way, That’s when ‘Big Mike’ made penetration and
slide tightly, all the way up against her cervix.
“Oh God! Oh God!”
Christa was ecstatic. She laid still as John resumed his slow pumping
into her virgin ass. I wrapped my arms around her chest as she screamed
in ecstasy. A warm gush of fluids began running down onto my ball sack
and Christa spasmed and twerked.
John kept his slow strokes in rhythm as Christa screamed.
“Oh, fuck! Stop! I can’t take it anymore!”
As she cried out, I felt drops land on my face. Looking skyward, I only then noticed that the clouds were now darker. In what seemed like an instant, a deluge of rain dumped on the three of us.
John rolled on and over on his ass. Christa did the same, her body now wedged between John and me, all of us looking skyward from the ridge summit. With the rain providing us a group shower.
After about 5 minutes of heavy rain, we noticed it easing up to a gentle shower.
we
got up and began scrubbing our bodies vigorously, to clean ourselves.
We didn’t have soap, but probably did just as well without.
When
John’s cock was clean, Christa inspected it, then tasted it. “Mary will
be pleased.” Christa said with the certainty of a health inspector.
Then she took him fully down her throat and held him there for nearly
half a minute.
Without stopping her focus, she snapped her finger
toward my direction. I stepped up close and she took my turgid tool in
her right hand and began stroking my meat.
John was near coming when she pulled out and said; “Baby’s hungry for a high protein snack. Have you got enough to share with me?”
John only answered with a blast into her open mouth. She immediately slid him deep and began thrusting her tongue under his frenulum.
“My God!” John screamed as she sucked him dry.
Smiling, Christa looked up and smiled as she showed him her empty mouth.
Then she turned her full attention to my aching rod. I didn’t get the deep throat treatment. The one problem I have to accept as part of being massively endowed.
But Christa’s mastery of my cock head was simply outstanding. In less than a minute I was blasting cream into her full mouth, almost faster than she could repeatedly swallow.
“Damn, woman. You’re a master of your craft!” I declared.
It was settling to a light shower when we set out to return to camp. The descent went faster and we were back to camp in about 15 minutes.
Everyone went to their tents to grab a towel and dry off. Less than a minute later, while each of us was still drying, the others returned, soaking wet.
Soon each couple was in their own tents, visiting about their escapades, to the extent they felt brave enough to disclose. It went unspoken that this was ‘nap time’.
The sexy stories led to marital horniness and more copulations. An hour later the sun was back out, but the couples were still cuddling and resting.
That night they shared a final dinner followed by bawdy stories.
As the sun set they agreed to put clothes back on before the mosquitoes sucked all their blood out. They could have soaked their naked bodies in bug spray, but no one even suggested such a gross option.
As the bawdy stories got bolder and raunchier, the couples soon called it a night and retired to their tents for the loudest night of fucking of the entire trip.
The next morning, Mary, Christa, and Nancy went for a walk. Mary wanted to make sure Nancy had no misgivings about the events that transpired this week.
Nancy assured the other two ladies that this was something she hoped to experience, but never found a safe enough set of friends.
“I know Mike’s cock has done some wandering” she said. I never confronted him, because I never felt like he took away from what we share, as a couple. I think Mike and I will explore our sexuality and circles even more, when the right situation develops.
But for now,” Nancy paused, then said; “I’m going to never want to miss another group outing with you two couples.”
This weekend helped Mike and I confront our shared fantasies and appetites. Mary, I have you to thank for pressing the issue. And Christa, you voiced a lot of my inner conflicts and went on that journey with me. When you said everything I was thinking, I saw how you processed the choice and I felt comfortable following your example.
Thank you, girls, for sharing your husbands’ cocks with me. I don’t want to ever disrespect your marriages.
John, Mark, and I were sitting by the doused fire when the ladies returned. The tents were all bundled and the 6 backpacks were leaning over by the trees.
I told the guys how much I value their trust and respected their loving wives. We all pledged ourselves to honor in this circle of friends.
We also agreed to meet as men, to discuss any concerns or present new opportunities to invite others who might be compatible with our collective chemistry.
That backpacking club lasted nearly 3 years, until Mike got a promotion and transfer to another state.
Marry and John became part of our further escapades.
Based on a post by m storyman x for Literotica.
