2 comments/ 23278 views/ 3 favorites Canoe Trip Ch. 02 By: Sensualist2 Tiffany reached their campsite to find it empty. She listened and thought she heard faint noises from the other end of the island that revealed Susan's whereabouts. Tiffany hung her wet towel on a branch and recalled last evening and the enjoyable time she'd had warming the other woman's chilled body after her unexpected dunk in the lake. She was pretty sure Susan wasn't gay, nor was she, really. Yes, drawn to attractive smart women like Susan, but there was no question she liked men as well. And she was pretty sure there was a man not that far away. Maybe watching right now. Her thoughts were interrupted by a high squeal and a sudden large splash. Tiffany grabbed a big beach towel and started, still naked, toward the sounds. Then she stopped suddenly, seeing the gnarly un-swept ground in front of her bare feet. By the time she'd found her tennis shoes and hauled on her shorts, Susan was entering the clearing, still dripping water from her hair and clothes. She had a big wet grin on her face and a wriggling fish clutched in one hand. The other hand held the fishing pole. "I was so surprised to snag this puppy, I fell off my perch on the rock. I bet we can make a meal of him." "Or her. I'm beginning to think you fall in the water to get a repeat of last night." Tiffany took the fish and handed the towel over. Susan blushed and said, "Oh, Tiff, that's not so." Then she paused and winked. "Still, whatever works." . "Are you sure about that? I felt a little hesitation a couple of times, and I don't think you've had a lot of experience. Am I right?" She knelt and unhooked the spinner from the fish that had by now stopped breathing. She laid the fish on a clean flat rock. Susan looked away and for a moment all was silent. "You're right, I'm not experienced. I've only been with another woman a couple of times. Back in college." She hesitated again and stooping swiftly, kissed Tiffany's cheek. "Doesn't mean I didn't like it, Tiff. I haven't had a lot of experience in a lot of things, and I'm getting anxious to get more. Now, however, dry clothes are next." Susan grinned at nothing and with no apparent embarrassment stripped out of her things and wrapped the big towel around her body, leaving her bosom bare to the waning sun. "I'm going to fillet this fish down by the lake." Tiffany smiled to herself, relieved that Susan was okay with everything. She took a wicked looking narrow bladed knife from the pack and went off to the edge of the water. Susan put a clothes pin into the top of her towel to hold it together and began to gather twigs and downed branches for a fire. When Tiffany returned a few minutes later with two nice fish fillets, Susan had gathered a stack of wood. Susan noticed that Tiffany had a little frown on her face. She raised an eyebrow. "I think we're being watched," Tiffany said. "Really? Where?" "Dunno exactly, but I just get this feeling. I first got it when I came out after my swim. It happens to me sometimes. Don't you? Like at a party when some guy maybe is eyeballing you and when you catch him there's a little ding of a connection?" Susan nodded. "Sure, sometimes. I know what you mean. But usually it's because the guy is staring at my tits or my cleavage." "Isn't that the same thing?" Tiffany smiled and began to shake out some prepared breading for the fish. "I'm gonna use just a little of this coating and fry 'em in butter." "Nummy. I'll peel a couple of potatoes, from the bag you insisted we bring. I meant my ass cleavage." "What?" Susan giggled. "I have a couple of really tight low-rider pants I sometimes wear to parties or out dancing. They slip a little to show the top of the crack between my butt cheeks." She smiled and wrapped two peeled potatoes in foil and stuck them in the glowing embers of the fire. ### It was getting dark and the two women finished cleaning the dishes and now sat side by side on a log, staring at the fire. Finally Tiffany stirred and looked at Susan. "I've been thinking. My guess is whoever is watching is across the lake, probably camping in that thick grove." She nodded at the opposite shore. "Maybe we can give him—I'm sure it's a him—a show from time to time." Her eyes twinkled in the flickering firelight. Susan grinned. "So that's why you dragged this log over here. We got tent, log, fire and open clearing right down to the water. Gives anybody over there a clear view with binocs." She chuckled and looked out at the dark lake. "This is really nice, you know? I hope we don't have a problem." "Exactly. You catch on quick. My radar tells me he could be watching right now and since I'm ready for bed anyway, I'll just strip off and get my jammies on out here in full view. Easier than doing it in the tent, anyway." Susan smirked. "Okay, Tiff. And to string it out, I'll wait and follow you after a few." "Cool." And so it was. Susan hung their portable gas lantern on a tree branch to one side of the tent so it cast a side-light on the scene. Then she switched on the tiny speaker in the tape player they'd brought to send a little soft rock out to the lake. Tiffany grinned and began to disrobe. Unfortunately she wasn't wearing much to start with so she was topless in a moment. Her breasts rose and the nipples hardened in the cool night air. Susan grinned and acknowledged the faint stirring inside her. Tiffany made a teasing production of getting rid of her dark green shorts, but eventually she stood barefoot, wearing only a tiny pair of white cotton panties. Susan clapped softly while Tiffany sashayed around in a small circle, displaying herself to her audience. Her breasts swayed enticingly and she switched her hips with an exaggerated bounce. The critters in the brush offered no applause. Slowly, slowly she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shimmied them, inch by inch over her hips and then she stopped. The panties were half-way down her smooth thighs, the waistband across the junction of her legs. Susan saw just the hint of the curly brown landing strip at the top of Tiffany's sex. When Tiffany saw she'd captured Susan's rapt attention she stopped swaying and then trailed one hand down her body from nipple to crotch. Two fingers slid beneath the cloth and it was clear to Susan that Tiffany had slid one of those fingers between the lips of her sex. She paused for a beat and then took a wider stance, sliding her feet a little farther apart. She'd positioned herself so the firelight and harder light from the lantern blended and played at shadows and light across her bare belly. Then she bent her hand so the two fingers slid farther into her and the panties slid lower at the same time. When Tiffany straightened , the panties fell to the ground. The woman raised her head so her bosom rose as well and then turned slowly around, presenting her backside to the dark watery audience. "Bravo. Bravo," cried Susan. We'll book you at the nearest gentleman's club. You're a hit!" "Your turn," grunted Tiffany as she sank to her knees and crawled out of sight into the tent. Susan watched and saw that her friend couldn't resist offering a little extra wiggle with her bare cheeks as the tent flap fell. Susan had been tipping the wine bottle fairly frequently since supper and she was a little tipsy, too unsteady to dance much, she figured. She stepped out of the firelight and stumbled toward the lake through the un-cleared bushes. Stopping in the dark she quickly stripped except for her shoes. Then she sauntered back into the firelight, letting the dying flames outline the womanly curves of her body. She stopped midway to the fire, where the light was brightest and slowly sank to kneel on the towel lying there. Susan paused and took a deep breath, wondering if there really was anyone watching from the other side of the lake. The possibility excited her and her nipples hardened to fine pink points. She flicked them, one after the other with her forefinger. A delicious tremor ran through her body and she shivered. Her left hand cupped her breast and then she slowly trailed her hand down her flat tummy, across her body to her right hip. She rocked back on her heels and settled her bottom on the towel, half-reclining. With the fingers of that left hand resting on her hip, she raised her right leg and turned just a little so she was artfully concealing her sex. With infinite gentleness, Susan dragged those fingers, now curling slightly under, across her hip until her hand nestled in her crotch. Even though a watcher would find it difficult to see in detail from any distance in the uncertain light from the fire, the movement of her hand and the expression that grew on her face made her masturbation obvious. Susan drew her fingers in around and back into her sex, feeling the flow of slippery fluids grow. She dragged some out and onto her thigh so the fluid shone in the light. Her sensitive nostrils registered the musky odor of her desire mixed with the piney forest and her fingers played more urgently in and out of her labia. Abruptly she raised her hand and sucked two fingers into her mouth, tasting her own essential fluid. Back down, her finger movement became more urgent and now her hips started to respond in the age-old motions of sex. Her lips parted and her breathing quickened. Susan came then, climaxing in a powerful, almost stunning instant. A falling humming almost wail issued from her mouth and she bent forward until her forehead touched her upraised knee. Then, buttocks clenched, joints locked, she reached another shuddering orgasm. For a long moment there was no movement and no sound other than the occasional snap of embers in the fire pit as the last small flames died and darkness descended over the tiny island. Canoe Trip Ch. 03 The next morning white fog laid thick over the lake. It did weird things to sound, muffling some sounds from the forest and sharpening others. It was difficult to figure out where some sounds were coming from. When Tiffany poked her tousled head out of the tent, she couldn't tell where the sun was in the sky, although there was enough light to easily see by. She'd slept hard, no dreams, no disturbances. She shivered, threw on a long thick sweatshirt that came down and molded around the lower curves of her bottom. She shuffled off to the area they'd designated as a latrine to relieve herself. On the way back Tiffany diverted to the shore where their canoe was resting, securely tied by its painter to a small sapling. She stopped suddenly in her tracks and stared at the ground. It took her a minute to figure out what was different. It was the mark of a narrow keel that shouldn't have been there. "Susan," she called. No answer. "Susan!" More sharply. Louder. "Whazzat?" Tiffany took a slow careful look around. She couldn't see very far due to the fog, but everything looked the same. Nothing was disturbed. Susan crawled out of the tent and ran off to the latrine, not bothering to cover up. When she returned shivering she said, "Jeeze, Tiff. I was just getting to the good part of my dream." "Put some clothes on and come look at this, will you," Tiffany hadn't moved away from the edge of the lake. When Susan re-emerged from the tent in tiny shorts, her own heavy sweatshirt and sandals, she went to Tiffany and said, "What's up, girl?" "Look at the sand. I think someone's been here." "Here? When? You mean last night while we were asleep? Oh, God." "See the mark? That's from a different kind of keel than our boat makes. I guess it coulda been here first, but I don't think so." She shook her head. "So what should we do?." Susan frowned and started toward the tent. Her growling stomach was demanding to be fed. She bent down to the cooler beside the tent and flipped it open. "Oh, God!" she said putting one hand to her mouth. Tiffany turned and looked at her. "What?" "Look at this boot track beside the cooler. It's too big for either of ours. And the tread is a different pattern." Tiffany came closer and peered at the ground. "Well. A midnight prowler. We'll just see about that." She smiled her wicked smile, the one Susan knew from experience could lead to all sorts of tricks and calamities. She pulled out the sack of ground coffee and then fed wood to the fire. Breakfast came and went and the two women talked about their options and watched the sun gradually begin to burn off the fog cover. Soon, although there were still fog banks on the lake, overhead was blue sky and sunlight began to raise the temperature. Midmorning came and Tiffany, having explained how she intended to protect their camp from future intruders, agreed with Susan that they didn't feel threatened so they'd stay where they were, as planned. Susan wandered to the far end of the island seeking more downed wood for their fires. They had decided not to bring a camp stove, so it was important to have enough wood or they'd be eating cold beans for many meals. She found a place where several young trees had died and worked for several minutes to cut and trim branches. Then she stacked some so they'd be easier to find, even in the dark. It became hot sweaty work and she soon decided a dip in the lake was called for. She laid the hatchet down and noticed that a tiny breeze had sprung up. The scent of the pine forest around her was strong. Unseen critters stirred in the brush around her. Susan pushed aside a bush so she'd have access to the lake and a large rock that interrupted the shale and rocky beach line. Quickly naked, she stood poised on the rock, strong sun outlining her curves. The dark color of the water suggested it was deep at the rock so without thinking, she dove neatly into the water. The water was cold and seemed mysterious. It felt good streaming over her naked body. When her head rose above the surface, she heard Tiffany calling. "Susan? You okay?" Susan called back and swam a few strokes out into the lake and then back. Cautiously exploring the lake bottom with her bare toes, she discovered a narrow patch of sand and pebbles to one side of the big rock. It shelved to the shore so she could stand knee-deep in the lake and then hoist herself to the rock itself. Growing chilled in the water, she did just that. To her delight, she found after some experimentation that there were shallow indentations on the boulder that almost perfectly fit her hip and shoulder. She lay down in the warmth, splaying out on the rock, parting her thighs and innocently offering her nakedness to the Sun God, and to anyone else who might be looking. Then she fell asleep. When she regained consciousness, she heard voices nearby. Several of them. Male voices. She pulled her legs together, instinctively protecting her most private and vulnerable parts and cautiously turned her head until she could see out onto the lake. Sure enough, a long silver canoe was sliding by, not thirty feet away. It carried four young men who looked to be in their late teens. Susan could tell from their antics another canoe had already passed. It was obvious neither these men, nor those in the earlier craft and noticed the naked sleeping beauty on the rock. "Senior scout troop, I betcha," she mused. The canoe slid by out of Susan's sight and she rose to a sitting position. Just about to stand, she froze at the sound of a paddle splash and a male whoop. "Zowie! Will you look at that?" Another canoe, this one low in the water with three young men and a mountain of gear came into view. The bow paddler had sighted Susan and was pointing his paddle at her. He half-rose from his seat and the canoe rocked dangerously. "Mind your manners, Ted," snapped the stern paddler. The older man seated in the bottom of the craft turned a small pair of binocs toward Susan. She grinned, sank back on her haunches and raised one hand to wave at the passing men. The action uncovered her breasts and she knew her hard nipples were clearly exposed. "Maybe we should camp here tonight," said the bow man. All three had stopped paddling and were staring her way from the drifting canoe. "Wouldja look at those boobies," one muttered. "Gonna give me a hard-on," said the older man in the center. "Wish we could get her to stand up." Their comments of appreciation for the bosomy female displayed before them were low in volume, but as is often the case, carried clearly over the water to Susan. She smiled and unconsciously arched her back a little. Then the stern paddler tipped his hat to Susan and dug in. "Tough luck, Teddy. We've three more hours of paddling and portages before dark. Let's move out." The canoe passed out of sight and Susan rose to retrieve her clothes. A subtle shadowy shift in the foliage across the lake caught her attention and she stopped, then twisted slightly so she was standing fully exposed to the lake, and what or who might be there watching. For a long moment she stood rigid, scanning the shore and the dark forest. At last, deep in the shadow sun pinged off the polished lens of a pair of binoculars. Susan lowered her gaze, turned away and melted into the underbrush. Somebody else had been watching. Like Tiffany had the night before, she felt an almost physical presence. Back in camp Tiffany prepared lunch and the two women decided to do a little exploration of the lake. They launched their canoe and paddled directly across the lake to the shore near the portage where they had entered. Then they crept slowly down the lake shore, commenting to each other on the scenery. Tiffany had her small camera and occasionally took a few pictures. The day grew warmer and soon Susan was topless. As they passed their island and drew closer to the other portage, Tiffany said, "You better use the sunscreen. Those titties need some protection. Susan took the tube of sunscreen and began to smooth the cream onto her belly. The action soon became more caress than straightforward smearing on the screen. Carefully she raised off her seat at the bow and slid into the wider center section between the rails. "You wanna help?" she husked, holding out the sunscreen. Tiffany licked her lips. She stared at Susan's pink nipples. They were hard pink points standing out from the soft tan curves of Susan's breasts. "Yes, she said. She shipped her paddle and slid toward Susan. She sat down in the bottom of the canoe and leaned back against the rail, spreading her knees as wide as she could. "Come sit here," she said. Susan smiled and turned around. Then she sat in Tiffany's lap, letting her bare back rest against the soft twin cushions of Tiffany's bosom. Tiffany had larger breasts and they were just beginning to show signs of the inevitable pull of gravity. Her brown nipples were starting to point slightly downward. Susan settled and put her hands on Tiffany's bare legs. With a generous dollop of sunscreen, Tiffany began to tenderly lave the ointment onto Susan's bosom. She drew her fingers along the crease below Susan's breasts, gently working the cream into the skin. She cupped Susan's curves and gradually brought her fingers in ever widening arcs up and then across her breasts, just grazing the sensitive nipples, now fully erect. Around and around in and over the nipples. Susan's breath came more urgently, her lips parted and she moaned softly. Tiffany's fingers moved ever more intimately across her belly, reaching lower and lower. Tiffany could tell from Susan's breathing and the way her fingers clutched Tiffany's calves that the unique situation in a rocking canoe afloat in the wilderness added to her arousal and then she climaxed. "Oh...Oh....Oh..Oh.Oh. She cried out and her voice spattered through the nearby forest and echoed back. The sound reached a dark figure deeper in the woods. He raised his ever-present field glasses and focused on the nearly naked women in the canoe drifting a few yards off the shore. He saw a lovely sight of two women totally involved in one of the most sensuous experiences of their lives. He watched for long moments until Susan raised her face and kissed Tiffany lingeringly. Then Tiffany sat back and picked up her paddle. Canoe Trip Ch. 04 Susan remained in the center of the canoe. Her face carried a satisfied, blissful expression. She trailed one hand in the water and said softly, "I'm not ready to go back to camp yet." "Here, put the back pack behind you to lean on. We're in no hurry and I can get us back eventually," said Tiffany. She smiled and thrust her paddle deeply then executed a perfect J-stroke. It sent the canoe sliding closer to the shore on their right, the north side of the lake. As they slid closer to the boulders, Tiffany noticed a space between rocks at the shore that looked worn, as if it had been used for a landing at one time. She paddled nearer and then turned the canoe so they were about parallel to the rocks and she was closer. Through the brush she caught a flash of light. It looked like reflection from a piece of metal. Staring at it she saw other, shadowy, metallic-looking forms. Yes! It was a canoe, turned over and mostly hidden under brush near the water's edge. She was about to point it out to Susan when a dark figure seemed to materialize out of the brush and trees. The figure of a man limped slowly down the slope, coming closer. Tiffany's mouth hung open a little. She forgot she was bare above the waist. Susan was too but she still had her eyes closed. "Good afternoon," came a deep, mellow, very masculine voice. "What!" cried Susan sitting straight up, instinctually covering her breasts. "As many times as I've been camping here in this wilderness, I can't ever recall a more stunning sight on the lake. Thank you." He grinned at them and stopped on the path just a few yards from the shore. Susan was holding her hands across her bosom, inadequately shielding herself from this unexpected observation. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" She cried. "I'm camping here. I come here frequently although I don't always make the same campsite. As to who—" "Excuse my friend," Tiffany interrupted. "She isn't normally so sharp-tongued. We're just surprised because we hadn't expected to find anybody else on this lake." "I can see that," the man said. His eyes couldn't seen to stay still. He looked at Susan, then he looked at Tiffany's bare breasts and then he looked back at Susan. "Well," Tiffany asked. "Have you decided?" "Decided what?" "Which pair of boobs you like best." Tiffany smirked and stuck out her chest. Susan snorted and dropped her hands to her waist. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just such an unusual view, up here in these woods. I guess you can say I'm just trying to fix it all in my memory." Meanwhile Tiffany was examining what she could see of this stranger. He was wearing worn camouflage shorts and a green tee-shirt. On his feet were what appeared to be a pair of old leather moccasins. No boots. "You roughing it or do you have a tent somewhere?" "I tend to camp away from portages and trails. When I'm up here I like my solitude." He shifted a little as if he was uncomfortable and said, "Mind if I sit while we talk?" "Nope." Tiffany grinned and the man limped a little closer down the slope and then sat on a large boulder. She was about to ask, when the man leaned over and rubbed his calf. "Old war wound," he said. "Name's Bill. "Old Bill and his old war wound." "My name's Susan," she said sitting up suddenly. "And that's my good buddy Tiffany there. The one with the gorgeous boobs." "Don't sell yourself short, Susan. You have a very good-looking body. Well, torso, anyway." His teeth flashed white in his bearded face. "Looks like you're a little stiff, there Bill." Tiffany laid her paddle down and stretched her arms overhead, raising her bare bosom. She looked down at herself and wondered just what kind of game the three of them were playing. "Happens I have a few massage techniques for stiffness in joints." Bill threw back his head and laughed aloud. He had a nice laugh. "I'll just bet you do," he said. Tiffany lowered her voice, not that there was anybody else around to hear her, but she thought it sounded sexier. "Bill, I think you're not exactly being fair with us." "What the Hell are you doing, Tiff?" muttered Susan. What do you mean?" "Well, here we are two of us half-naked and you are still pretty much dressed," Tiffany said. There was a pause. A tiny ripple made a splishing sound against a rock at the edge of Bill's campsite. "You have a point," he grinned. "Four points, actually." Both women were unaccountably stimulated by their situation and partial nakedness before this stranger. Their nipples were erect and pointing. Another pause and Bill reached to strip off his tee shirt. His torso was nicely muscled. He stood after his shirt was off to do a small parody of a model pose, twisting slightly left and right to demonstrate his shape, flexing his biceps. He had tattoos on each shoulder. From the distance they looked elaborate. One had writing inside a kind of oriental-looking frame. When Bill sat down again Tiffany pushed the canoe a little closer. "What are the words?" "Semper Fi," he responded. "Ex-marine," breathed Susan, just loud enough for him to hear across the narrow strip of water. "Right. Now ladies, this has been pleasant, but I have to get some fresh water before nightfall. So, I'm coming down to the shore with a pail. I didn't want you to think I was about to leap across the water and attack you." He smiled and hoisted the pail he'd been carrying. "Not that I could," he murmured as an afterthought to himself. "Steady the canoe," Tiffany hissed at Susan. Susan grabbed the gunwales in each hand and looked over her shoulder as Tiffany slowly opened the waist of her shorts and slid them down her legs. When they were off her feet, she slowly stood up, wondering what she was doing, exactly. The women's actions had turned the canoe so when Tiffany stood she was facing the bow of the canoe and showing a three-quarters front view of her lovely tanned body, now completely naked. She raised her eyes and realized that Bill had been concentrating on getting his water from a clean section of the lake and not watching the women. He waded into the lake and carefully dipped the pail far enough below the surface to avoid collecting any dust or other trash floating on top of the water. When he stood up he looked back and a marvelous vision met his appreciative gaze. "Wow," he said. "Double wow." Susan grinned. "Maybe we could have dinner together one evening. Or something." "A little gift to you, sir," said Tiffany, caressing her breasts. She was amazed at herself, and not a little concerned. They were out here alone and they didn't know this guy from Adam. Why was she being so sexually provocative? Her sex was getting wet, and it wasn't from the lake. Susan tapped the side of the canoe to get Tiffany's attention. "You're leaking. I can see it running down your thigh," she murmured. "You better sit down, 'cause I'm starting to get a non-contact high here." The man on the shore stared at the two women for a long moment. Then he audibly blew out his breath and turned away. He walked out of the water and set the pail on the ground. Then he said, "I suppose I better respond in kind." His voice was gravelly and he didn't seem happy. He put his hands to his waist and began to tug at his shorts. He kept his back to the lake as if to tease the women. As his shorts slid down over his buttocks, jagged white streaks could be seen. The skin was puckered. There were dents where there should have been smooth rosy skin. A raw-looking red streak coiled down across his left butt cheek and disappeared in the dark crack between his thighs. Other marks straggled down the backs of both his thighs. Then he turned around and faced them. Tiffany gasped aloud and Susan clapped one hand over her mouth, almost upsetting the canoe. The damage to Bill's body encompassed his groin as well as his backside. What might once have been a normal bush of pubic hair was patchy and where he should have had a penis and balls was only a tiny wand of twisted pink flesh. "Oh, God, Bill, I'm so so sorry. Was it shrapnel?" Tiffany asked in a hushed tone that barely carried across the intervening water. "Don't be," he snapped. "I'm not looking for pity. But as you see, damaged goods." His voice grated. Bill reached to his ankles to retrieve his shorts. He had them half-way up his legs when Susan spoke. "Stop." She said. "Please don't cover yourself. I want to come ashore." She gestured at Tiffany who sat down and in two paddle strokes had the canoe sliding toward the narrow landing strip between boulders. Susan didn't wait. She stood and dropped her own shorts. The she jumped over the canoe gunwale and splashed almost naked into the cold lake. Tiffany had her hands full keeping the canoe from swamping. By the time she'd settled it down, Susan was wading ashore, clad only in a thin pair of panties, heading right for Bill. He stood still, hands still clutching his shorts, his mouth open, a little stunned by Susan's unexpected maneuver. "My uncle was a Marine. He died in Viet Nam." By now she'd reached the man and simply stood him up and embraced him, a full body embrace. "We owe you," she said into his neck. "I owe you. Tonight you're coming to our camp for supper. No arguments." She released Bill's neck and leaned back so just her erect nipples touched his bare chest. She maintained her contact with his damaged body from the waist down and stared into his dark eyes. No smile, no wink. It was clear to anyone who was watching that Susan was suddenly in charge and wasn't allowing any argument. She let go of him then and turned back toward the lake. Tiffany watched her come down the slope, tears glistening in her eyes. Susan bent and retrieved her shorts from the bottom of the canoe, along with her top and got dressed. The simple act returned her control of her emotions She glanced at Tiffany and shoved the canoe away from the shore, scrambling over the bow and taking up her paddle. "Seven-thirtyish. Oh and bring something to drink, if you please," called Susan. She glanced once more at Tiffany, raised one hand and dug in with her paddle. The canoe shot forward, leaving a speechless and almost naked ex-marine standing silently on the path. Canoe Trip Ch. 05 Susan and Tiffany paddled silently back to their island camp. After they dragged the canoe ashore and tied it to a small tree, they began to plan supper for their guest. Tiffany stopped and looked at Susan. "What just happened over there?" Susan smiled. "Don't ask me. I have no clue. That was so unlike me I still can't believe I just went up there and grabbed the poor guy. But, since you asked me, I guess we were under a spell." "A spell. What that was some kind of voodoo?" "No, we were still coming back from a pretty intense experience, you and me. We were not exactly dressed and I bet it occurred to you just like it did to me that he's probably our midnight intruder." Tiffany shoot her head. He picked up a comb from her kit and began to work some snarls out of her hair. Susan watched the gentle movement of Tiffany's un-haltered breasts, bobbing and swaying under her shirt. Tiffany noticed after a minute and said, "Turning you on again? The guy wasn't wearing boots." Susan chuckled. "See? I noticed too. And to answer your question, sure it turns me on. In fact, I was turned on by my little nude act with Bill." "Poor guy. Somebody else would have jabbed you with his woody." She paused. "We have to get around that. His injury. Shit. This could be difficult." "I know. I'm still jazzed. So are you, right?" "I think the thing to do is not say anything, let's try to be much more proper than we have to now." Tiffany started grinning, then giggling, and finally collapsed laughing to the ground. "Can we do that? Be proper, I mean." She went off into another giggling fit. Susan laughed aloud at her friend's antics and said, "Well, at least we won't be competing for who gets to do first head." That sent them into renewed gales of laughter. Eventually they calmed down and the erotically fueled euphoria of the day faded as darkness settled. With a nice fire and their lantern lit, the women arranged their site as well as possible and settled on a freeze-dried ham and potato dinner for the three of them. The cooler yielded some now thawed crab and whitefish pieces to combine with raw carrots and the last of the lettuce into a reasonable salad. The meal was cooking. Susan stood and looked out toward the dark lake where she knew Bill's camp was located. If he was still there. Then she heard a small splash and the hollow sound a paddle makes tapping on a lightly loaded canoe. "Bill?" she called. "That's me, old Bill." He drew nearer and now Susan saw a glow from a flashlight Bill had set into the bottom of his canoe. Expertly he turned and aligned the prow with the small beach and with two strong strokes, send the canoe onto the ground. Susan took the painter coiled at the bow and tied it to a small sapling at the water's edge. She offered Bill a hand out of the canoe which he ignored. When he came ashore Susan realized Bill's penetrating gaze was fixed on her face, searching, she presumed, for any sign of pity. She smiled a tremulous smile and took his hand. "I want to apologize for something I said this afternoon. I hope I didn't offend you. I know there's no such thing as an ex-marine. I misspoke." Bill raised his eyebrows as they went toward the fire where Tiffany was crouched waiting. "That's right, there are dead marines and active marines and former marines. No ex-marines. I know you meant no offense and there is none taken." He smiled and turned his fierce gaze on the woman by the fire. "Tiffany, right? I am pleased to make your acquaintance." She grinned, "Well, it's nice to see you again. I guess we've all seen quite a lot of each other in the past few hours, hey?" She stopped abruptly with her mouth open. Then all three burst into laughter. Bill shook his head and shucked his back pack. He sat down on the blanket beside the fire and started rummaging inside the small pack. When Susan started to sit beside him, Bill stopped her and asked that she sit across the fire next to Tiffany. They both looked questioningly at him. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "This way I can see both of you almost all the time. You are such a feast for this old marine's eyes, I want to see you together." He smiled and brought forth a bottle of fine white wine. Then he realized what he had just said. He glanced up at the two women, now sitting close together. "Ahhh, I didn't mean......that is.........I," he lowered his eyes. "Bill, I think you're blushing." "Umm, listen, anyway, after you left I put this wine in the lake so it should be nicely chilled by now." He offered it to Susan, who was closest. "Since fish is on the menu, this is highly appropriate. Later, we can have some of this potent brandy I brought, said Tiffany. "You sit, sip your wine and we'll finish supper." The two women went about final preparations. Bill lounged by the fire, sipping wine and watching them. His eyes were never still, wandering over Susan's behind, smiling a little at the movement of Tiffany's breasts under her long-sleeved tee shirt. "Like puppies under a blanket," he murmured as Susan squatted to dish the sizzling fish from pan to plates. She glanced at Tiffany and then at Bill. Then she grinned. You have a keen eye and a way with words," she gibed. "When confronted in such intimate circumstances by such comely nubiles as you two, it would be hard not to stare. Lustfully," he said after swallowing a piece of pan-fried walleyed pike. Tiffany stared across the crackling fire at the man. The way they had met, the night and the canopy of stars hanging overhead, the wine, all combined to affect her emotions. Her sexual urges began to stir and send trickling messages to her nipples and her crotch. "Forgive me, if I overstep, but it seems to me that you opened the door. You have a hot look tonight. It's like I can almost feel your eyes on my tits, on my pussy. I think you'd like to rip my clothes off and pin me to the ground." She paused, mouth open, unconsciously arching her back to bring the hard nubbins of her nipples into greater prominence. "Tiffany!" Susan exclaimed. Bill raised one hand and smiled. Then he took another drink from his cup of wine. "It's all right, I'm not in the least offended. Besides, you are absolutely right." He went on then to tell them how he was injured in a jungle fire fight and that there'd been no way to repair his genitals to even a slight semblance of normalcy until a year later. "I could have had a series of operations, probably would have taken years. Pain and all that. And no guarantees I'd be any more functional than I am now." "How functional is that?" Susan asked. No erections, no ejaculations, no semen," he said bluntly. "No blow jobs or hand jobs either," I suppose, said Tiffany. There was a wistful tone to her voice that made Bill and Susan grin. "In some kind of compensation I have a heightened sense of smell and I have learned through trial and error to use other parts of my anatomy to good advantage. I can have an orgasm, with the right stimulation and patience, just not with my little fella." A second bottle of wine had by now come and gone and the three were fast becoming more intimate. Susan related her first fumbling attempts to seduce a neighborhood boy when she was young. There was giggling and laughter and easy conversation. Tiffany went into the dark to the latrine and to get more wood for the fire. Suddenly she felt the faint tingling of a presence. It came and faded quickly, but it reminded her of the boot print they'd found that morning. As she walked slowly back to her companions, she heard Susan say, "I want some plain talk here. You mentioned trial and error and the use of, what were your words? Oh yeah, other parts of your anatomy. Be specific, Bill," Tiffany set down the wood and sank, cross-legged beside Susan. Bill nodded and held up his hand. "Fingers and toes, tongue and nose. With pardonable pride I'll tell you I am really good at oral sex. And for women who aren't put off by a little ass play, we can reap wonderful benefits." He stopped then, watching the women carefully for their reaction. Susan drained her brandy and stood up. She felt a flush of hot desire surge through her. "Fuck it," she said. Her hands went to her breasts and then slid to her waist. She took the hem of the sweatshirt and began to peel it up, along with the tee that was under it. Her fine perky breasts, tipped by rosy pink nipples, came slowly into view. As the shirts cleared her head she said, "I'd like a practical demonstration of some of those skills." Tiffany gaped and said, "What, here and now?" "Right now. You can stay or go for a walk. Your choice." Susan's knees bent and she half crawled around the fire pit to reach Bill. "Go?" grunted Tiffany. "You'll need a crane to pry me away." Bill smiled into Susan's eyes. His big hand came up and he gently smoothed her brow, carefully shifting his body on the pad on the ground. "Take off your pants, lovely Susan." "My pleasure, sir." Susan rose to her knees, managing to slide her tits across his face. She stripped out of her shorts and panties. She had goose-bumps, from the cool air or from the shots of desire rolling through her, she wasn't sure. She leaned over and began to unzip Bills pants. "Can I touch you?" Bill smiled tentatively. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had seemed so genuinely willing to confront his damage. "I'd love it," he whispered. Susan's cool fingers slithered into his fly and found his damaged penis. She fondled it, slid her fingers carefully over the remains of his scrotum, found her way to his anus which she began to gently explore, round and round, dipping in to graze the center. Her head on his chest monitored the rising beat of his heart as he responded. Bill's hands were busy. He tweaked the nipple on her left breast and sent his questing hand sliding over her curves down to her waist. He pushed on her hip until she rolled slightly to her right, giving him access to her inner thighs. He spent a long time exploring her naked thighs, sometimes testing the tautness of her skin, sometimes kneading the tender inner flesh right next to her labia. Susan soared. She hummed. She thought she'd already had a small orgasm, owing to the situation, being watched by the silent woman across the fire, and to the sensitive and creative adeptness of her partner. He would not be hurried. Whenever she tried to press his hand more firmly against her pussy, he resisted. After what seemed like a lifetime of teasing play and intimate caresses, including long soul-touching kisses and tongue play, Bill murmured, "I want to use my mouth on you. Is that all right?" "Ohhhh, Jeeze," she moaned in response. "You don't have to ask permission." "Oh, but I do." "Yes, yes, Oh, God I love it. I love this. I think I'm dying." Still not hurrying, Bill gradually shifted until he was able to trail a loving path of warm moist kisses down her body to her crotch. When he reached his desired position, he paused, his tongue resting on Susan's mons, just above the place where her clitoris nestled. He kissed her, then raised his head and blew a long soft breath across her labia. Susan arched her back and moaned louder. "Please, please, I'm dying here." Across the fire, Tiffany was flat on her back, head turned so she could watch the lovers. She had two fingers inside her pants, probing her vagina and her other hand rhythmically squeezing one breast. Bill kissed the insides of Susan's thighs, alternating as his lips made their way closer and closer to her center. Finally he reached her shaved and by now very wet labia. The tempo of his kisses increased. He lapped at the opening to her vagina, used his nose to tease her clitoris. Finally, he put two fingers of one hand in Susan's mouth and then slowly withdrew them, to insert them fully into her vagina even as he began to suck in a rapid pulsing fashion. The fingers penetrating her were stiff and unyielding, but he didn't jab them in and out, rather rotated his hand back and forth to reach and caress her inner walls. His mouth continued his intimate ministrations to her labia and her clitoris. Susan bucked her hips then, almost dislodging her lover's mouth. She cried out as her orgasm crashed through her body and she bucked again. The forest creatures in the night were stilled to hear this outpouring of high emotion. Across the fire, Tiffany brought herself to a thrashing climax and closed her eyes in a semi swoon. Bill kept his mouth on Susan, slowly withdrew his fingers and finally, as she quieted, raised up from her, and smiled across the fire as if to say, you too, you too. Canoe Trip Ch. 06 The fire had long since died to a few embers in the pit. Susan carefully poked the remaining embers into a small mound and made sure there was no other combustible material nearby. She heard Bill and Tiffany crawling about in the tent as they rearranged bedding and packs to make room for a third body. Susan could tell from the sounds that more than just rearranging was going on. There were occasional silences, although if she listened closely, she could hear murmurs of passion and kissing so she knew the couple was enjoying their task. "Okay, guys, the fire's about out and I'm coming to bed." "About time, too," said Tiffany. "We're eager to see you in here." Susan unzipped the tent and crawled inside. Things were different. The tiny flashlight Bill had brought was propped up in the corner to shine toward the ceiling. They'd pushed the pads closer and zipped the two sleeping bags together. Over the bags Tiffany had laid a couple of extra blankets and a plastic ground cover, plus some extra clothes. Bill was sitting with his back to the wall of the tent with his shirt off. His trousers were in disarray and it looked as if he didn't really have them on, just laid over his lap and thighs. "Looks cozy," she said. "I figure Bill gets the middle between us. Sort of equal access, if you get my drift." Tiffany smirked. "Sweetie, I've already had a lot of access, so I wouldn't want to take advantage, if you get my meaning." A little tipsy, Susan giggled at his remark and then she slowly turned her back on the other two, raising the hem of her sweatshirt as she did so. "You think we haven't seen everything you've got?" said Tiffany. Susan just smiled, raised her hands above her breasts and turned back. Then she slid her fingers down until she cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly, offering them to her companions. Tiffany, naked and squatting on her haunches, leaned forward to place her lips first on Susan left, then on her right breast. Susan inhaled sharply and curled one hand around Tiffany's head, drawing her closer to her bosom. Tiffany growled deep in her throat and continued to massage Susan's chest with her mouth and tongue. A moment later she felt fingers sliding deftly over her tensed bottom, down the crack between her butt cheeks and over her anus. With only a slight hesitation the questing fingers proceeded along a now familiar trail to the swollen lips of her labia. Tiffany writhed slightly with pleasure as Bill's fingers continued their exploration, probing gently to separate her outer lips, to find the hood and tease her clit. Tiffany couldn't keep her hips still. Susan, licked her lips and reached across Tiffany's back to insert one long finger into Bill's waiting mouth, wetting it and then sliding it over his tongue. Tiffany's head sagged lower and she rocked forward onto her knees. Susan arched her hips forward, seeking Tiffany's tongue, while Bill regained the hot moist entrance to Tiffany's vagina. One finger, just inside, then two, then a third, gently, slowly enticingly, sliding into her depths. Tiffany moaned and slid her mouth over Susan's pussy, tonguing, sucking, so distracted by Bill's technique, she hardly knew what she was doing. Bill smiled and Susan smiled back. They stared at each other, reveling in the waves of emotions they saw on each other's faces. Tiffany's hands slid around Susan's hips and pulled her even closer, so mouth and pussy were as close as they could be. As Susan rocked back on her heels, she drew Tiffany with her until they were flat on the ground. Tiffany kept her butt high in the air, giving Bill all the access to her rear end and to her inflamed pussy he could possibly use. Fluid leaked from her that he captured with his fingers and smeared on his face. He grunted and Susan realized he'd had another orgasm. He'd actually come without his penis touching either of them. He leaned forward and fastened his mouth to Tiffany's ass, tongue lubricating the puckered orifice and then sliding in, just a quarter inch or so. Tiffany bucked at the touch and cried out. Her cries were muffled by Susan's thighs. Suddenly Susan began to climax, clenching her legs around Tiffany's head. All three of them ascended to a delirious sort of ecstasy and the odors of their sexual delights swirled around them and permeated the atmosphere of the tent. ##### Susan woke with a start. Something was changed. She stared up through the stygian darkness toward the top of the tent, although she could barely see it. There was almost zero light from outside, the moon having set hours ago. Her glowing travel alarm told her it was only three-fifteen in the morning. When she turned on her side, she realized there was a narrow gap where Bill should have been lying. Then she heard the whispers and realized that Bill had shifted toward Tiffany's side of the sleeping bags and Tiffany was laid out full length atop his body. It was that and their whispering that had awakened her. "Shh. You'll wake your friend. This just isn't a good idea." "Why? I don't care what it looks like. You let Susan touch you." "That was different. She just used her hand." "So? I just want to suck your cock." "It won't do any good. I told you, I have almost no feeling in my prick and minimal blood flow. So I never get a hard-on any more." "Doesn't matter. I just want to have you in my mouth. You can go back to sleep for all I care." Susan grinned in the dark. Typical Tiffany, she thought. Bill's chuckle was muffled by Tiffany's lips. "Oh, let her go down on you, Bill. Then maybe we can all get back to sleep." Susan tried very hard to keep from giggling. "Sorry we woke you. This wanton female lying on me is making these imprudent demands." Tiffany snorted. "What do you call an hour of fingering my pussy? You marines are all alike." Susan raised her head and dimly made out Tiffany's form as she turned herself around on top of Bill. She ducked when Tiffany's leg slid over her head and settled beside Bill's head. She sat up and dragged a light blanket over the two and then snuggled back into the warm cave of her part of the sleeping bag. She slid closer to Bill and molded herself against his shoulder and Tiffany's leg. The last thing she remembered hearing was Tiffany humming to herself and a muffled slurping sound. ##### The sun rose much too early for three groggy, sated individuals. Susan, up first, walked naked in the morning sun to the beach. The sun was just high enough to filter through the pines and outline the lovely curves of her sumptuous body with golden light. It was unseasonably warm that week, but the morning air was cool enough to raise goose bumps on her lithe form. The placid water was cold, but with no hot shower in sight, it was the only immediate alternative. Her inner thighs were coated with dried juices that had leaked from her body during the night's frenzied sexual activities. She walked two steps in and, gritting her teeth, dove full-length into the water. It stung for only a moment and then her head cleared the surface and she grinned hugely. Treading water, she rubbed her body with the cloth she'd carried and then paddled back to the beach. Rising from the water she saw a naked man standing by the dead fire smiling appreciatively. "What more could a man ask of a beautiful morning in the woods, than a gorgeous shapely woman coming naked toward him from the lake?" "How about two?" Nude Tiffany stepped out of the tent and ran her hand over Bill's scarred and naked flank, then she switched her bountiful hips and walked carefully down the little path toward Susan. "I suppose it's freezing," she said plaintively. "Yep, but it's feels great after the first second." Susan handed Tiffany the wet cloth and they kissed hard. Behind them, watching with manifest delight, Bill groaned in pleasure at the sight. A huge, warm southern breeze blew across the lake. The temperature was rising unseasonably high. With clothes nowhere in sight, the three made a careful cold breakfast and discussed plans for the day. They seemed to have none. Tiffany sighed and raised something she'd been ignoring since they met Bill. "I notice you're wearing moccasins. Don't you have boots for trekking over the portages?" He shook his head and smiled. "Nope. I wore boots in the service for over twenty years. Tired of 'em." He wiggled his bare toes. "No, I wear moccasins out here all the time. If you're careful, you don't need boots." Susan and Tiffany flashed looks at each other. "Bill, we found a boot print here the morning of the day we first met you. We've just sort of assumed you visited our camp one night." "One night? You mean somebody came in here while you were asleep at night? So that's why the pans were hanging on some of the bushes. I thought you were trying to keep the critters away." They showed him the boot print and explained where they'd seen the other evidence of a skulking intruder. "There have been a couple instances of local folks hoorawing some campers, but nothing really sinister. Outfitters and the Forest service have always been pretty good about overseeing this wilderness." Bill wave his arm at the surrounding forest. They all know that a few incidents could get the place a bad rep which would seriously cut down on tourism. I'll tell the ranger by cell phone when I get back to camp so he can watch out for you." Bill stood up and put on his pants. The women watched him, knowing their idyll was coming to an end. "This has been nothing short of wonderful. I can't tell you what you two have done for this old man's self image. But I have to get back to civilization. You two have managed to entice me to stay a day longer than I'd planned." He collected his back pack, and bare-chested, started toward the water. He was followed by two naked maidens. A last embrace for Susan and Tiffany and Bill shoved off. Fifteen yards from shore he started his turn for the end of the lake and looked back over the rippling water. Susan and Tiffany stood side by side, arms about each other looking back at their temporary lover. Almost simultaneously, they raised their arms and waved, jiggling their pert breasts. Then, as if choreographed, they turned, hip to hip and bent over to present him one long last look at their unadorned pussies. Canoe Trip Ch. 07 "Clean up time," said Tiffany when Bill had disappeared down the lake to his camp. "I got the tent," said Susan. "You deal with the stuff out here. The women turned to and in short order the bedding was hanging on a line in the morning sun and the tent floor was swept. Tiffany cleaned up around the fire pit and checked their food cache, then hoisted part of it into a nearby tree. "You want to go exploring today?" asked Tiffany. "According to the map there's a whole other arm or bay off to the south there." They packed a lunch, their camera and a fishing pole and set off in their canoe for a day of exploration. Two hours later, gliding down the eastern shore of the bay, they encountered a high stone cliff that had what looked like ancient paintings. Paddling closer, Tiffany maneuvered the canoe so Susan could get some closeup pictures. Then they drifted on. Rounding the far edge of the cliff they found a continuation of the thick pine forest filling a gentle hill that sloped away toward the East. As they were moving past an area that had obviously burned a few years earlier, Susan hissed at Tiffany who was looking out at the lake. "Sssst! Tif! Look at the deer!" A doe and two small fawns grazing in the sweet young grass of the burn swath looked up and froze at the sight of the canoe. Then, perhaps sensing the women were no threat, returned to their meal. "I heard something," said Tiffany. She pointed ahead toward a point that entered the lake from the eastern shore. "Sounded like people." Sure enough, when they rounded the point, cautiously staying close to the shore, they saw a little way ahead two tents pitched side by side back from one of the rare sandy beaches. They looked like larger versions of the tent Tiffany and Susan were using. Resting quietly in their canoe, the women watched for a few minutes, unobserved by the folks at the camp site. "I count two young men, a teen-aged boy, or maybe a woman, and two older men," said Tiffany finally. They have two canoes. She'd be using her binoculars to study the other party. "If that's a woman, maybe it's a family of four and a friend," said Susan quietly. Emotionally she was still coming down from the previous night's lusty encounters with Bill and was looking forward to a quiet two more days with Tiffany before they had to head back to civilization. Then the fish struck. Susan had a shiny spinner attached to the line on her fishing pole and she'd been trailing a few yards of line in the water as they paddled along. The fish that attacked the spinner, charged immediately and fiercely for deeper water. The reel sang and the rod twanged. Susan nearly lost the whole rig overboard but just managed to grab the pole in time. She yanked the tip up and set a little drag. "Go after him, Tif," she whooped. Tiffany dug in and sent their canoe out into the lake while Susan frantically reeled in line. After two more rushes and a couple of pauses, the canoe was just a few yards off the stranger's camp site. The adults stood at the edge of the water, calling out and encouraging the women in their struggle. There came a great boiling of water and a huge dark shape rose from the depths of the lake and paused for a moment, then lunged down again. The reel screamed and Susan held on for dear life. "Did you see that thing?" Tiffany sounded totally in awe. "It's huge. Four feet long at least!" Susan didn't reply, she had all she could do to keep from losing the big fish. For several moments the line from her rod ran almost straight down into the water. Then while she tried to slowly lift the beast to the surface by cranking in line, the fish seemed to rise through the water right at her feet. Suddenly she was staring at an open mouth full of sharp teeth a mere two feet away. And over the greenish-yellow speckled snout, two staring eyes seemed to skewer her. The monster gave a shake of its head and thrashed its tail and with a mighty heave, snapped the fishing line and disappeared. Susan sank back in her seat, sweat pouring off her body. "Wow, some fish. We don't have a net so there was no way we were gonna land that baby." The three adults on the shore clapped and one of the men said, "Great fight. I think that calls for a shot of brandy, if you'd like to come ashore." Tiffany decided by sending the canoe racing to the edge of the lake where one man, who introduced himself as Tim, gave Susan a hand out of the canoe. On shaky legs she scrambled onto the rocks and sank down. Tiffany came ashore and introduced herself. "And my intrepid fisherwoman here, is Susan. We're camped on an island around the point in the main part of the lake." Tim and Greg introduced Katherine and the two teen-aged boys. "Pat and Mike are on their last summer outing before heading off back to college. We are on kind of a nostalgic trip. Kat—Katherine lost her husband a couple of years ago in the Middle East. We were all pretty close buddies for years. So Greg and I organized this trip. Kat's husband was kind of the leader of these expeditions we went on, over the years since college. The boys are nephews of mine." The two nineteen-year-old boys were soon headed into the bush after locating a trail they'd seen on the map. With cell phones, they were able to keep in touch, so there were no worries if they decided to camp out overnight along the trail. The five remaining people in the camp sat around the site on stools and logs companionably sharing trekking stories and drinking the brandy Tim supplied. "Just because we're out in the boonies doesn't mean we have to give up all the pleasure of the senses," he smiled, leaning over to replenish Tiffany's cup. Tiffany had been paying close attention to everything in camp and the way Kat, Tim and Greg related to each other. Now she looked down at the dust by her feet to see a familiar footprint where Tim had been standing. "I guess the boys are in one tent and you three share the bigger one." Kat turned her head and looked at Tiffany. Susan, who was forming an interest in Greg, now that she knew he was unattached, glanced up to see him watching her. "I noticed your boots when I came ashore," Tiffany said. "That distinct boot print. You should be more careful about your tracks when you make clandestine visits to stranger's camp sites." Tim had the grace to blush and look down. "You're right. I apologize. I knew I was probably leaving tracks." "So that's where you went the other night when we--," Katherine stopped with one hand to her mouth. "Tim nodded. I could read the signs. I could see you and Greg were attracted to each other. I sat outside for a while, but even sitting by the fire became a problem." He stopped talking and glanced at Susan and Tiffany. "When you and Greg really got into it I had to leave. So I took the canoe out and ended up on the island. I don't really know why I went up to your tent. I hope you can forgive me." Katherine shook her head. "I don't know how we got so personal so fast, but I guess I should apologize too. I've always been a talker during sex and when I come, I usually come loud." She smiled. "I had a thing with each of these guys before Dan, my husband, and I hooked up. We've all been close buddies almost forever. I'm not a total slut. I gave up these guys after I got married." "This trip isn't exactly working out how we planned," said Greg. "It was just gonna be the three of us on a nostalgic camping trip during the day and maybe some sex in the tent at night. Sort of a goodbye to our total horndog buddy." He grinned and drained the last of his brandy. When he picked up the bottle and looked around, four more cups were instantly extended for refilling. "The only problem with this stuff is you can't smell the forest any more. That's one of my lasting memories," murmured Kat. "But then, it also means I can't smell myself." She giggled. "You can always take a bath," Susan pointed out. "And now would be a good time, before the sun goes down all the way and the air cools off. "In fact, after my tussle with the fish, that sounds like a good idea." Tiffany snorted and said, "Oh, here we go again. You just find any old excuse to strip, don't you." Susan just grinned and grabbed Katherine's hand. She pulled her new friend to her feet and drew her to the water's edge. Together, backs turned to the trio beside the tents, Katherine and Susan stripped. Making no pretense of her interest, Susan watched as the other woman revealed her slim taut body. Her breasts were small and right then hard-tipped with rosy nipples. Her hips were narrow, boyish. Her mons was small and unshaven, but her pubic hair was light and had been trimmed. Susan felt a tingling in her pussy. She started into the cool lake and then said to Katherine, "Have you ever been with a woman?' Kat smiled and her stare seemed to devour Susan's fuller, rounder body. "A long time ago. Ancient history, but very fondly remembered." From the campfire, Tiffany watched the two naked women and she smiled as Katherine stepped closer to Susan and ran her palm lightly over Susan's shoulder and breast. The two waded deeper into the lake and Tiffany compared the two bare fannies. She decided they were quite different but equally pleasing to her eye. She was aware that Tim had slid closer to her while Greg moodily took the brandy bottle and filled his cup yet again, staring at the two naked women gradually disappearing into the water. The brandy was getting to her and she was pretty sure her two male companions were feeling the effects as well. "Ever had a threesome?" asked Tim in a low voice. "What if I haven't? Are you making an offer for you and your friend?" "Well, maybe. Although if Greg keeps pouring the brandy down two things will happen. He'll get drunk and pass out and we'll be out of brandy." Tiffany smiled and felt Tim's hand come to rest high on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her shorts. "Soap! Hey you guys, I forgot to bring the soap." Katherine's voice interrupted Tiffany's move toward Tim. She saw a bar of soap on a wood chip nearby and got up to get it. When she looked at the two bathers, they were neck deep in the lake, heads together and kissing. She walked to the edge and lobbed the soap cake toward them. Tiffany turned back to the campsite and saw Greg now prone, sprawled on his back on a blanket, snoring. Tim smiled at her. Tiffany crossed her arms and took hold of the hem of her shirt, raising it over her head to bare her chest. Tim's smile grew wider. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt. Tiffany straddled his outstretched legs and sank smiling to his lap. From the lake, Susan and Katherine, came partway out of the lake until two pairs of breasts seemed to float at the surface of the water. They watched as Tiffany made it onto Tim's lap and squirmed about until she seemed satisfied and comfortable. "I'm glad your friend chose Tim. I think he's been feeling a little left out." "Tiffany's sensitive to those vibes. It's good she's attracted to both those guys. I hope you don't mind too much. Keeping two of them happy must be a little tricky at times." Susan felt Katherine's fingers slide across her naked hip and come to rest curling down over the lips of her pussy. She bent her head and tongued Kat's nearest nipple, then gently nipped and sucked it to full awareness. "I really want to fuck you, you know," she said. "I know, me too," responded Kat. "It's just a little strange, out here and with these guys right here. I guess we could go in the tent." Susan smiled and pulled Kat even closer. "You know, guys really get off watching women. Isn't there a little bit of you that wants that? I know I wouldn't mind." "Something of an exhibitionist aren't you." Susan laughed and they waded closer to the shore. "Sure. It makes me hot to know some guys are watching me and maybe jacking off. Tiffany thinks I'm kind of shy or conservative but she doesn't know everything. C'mon, hon." She urged her companion up onto the rocks and they grabbed their towels, strolling closer to the tents. Meanwhile, Tiffany had been industriously necking with Tim, kissing him more and more passionately, wiping his face with her tongue and keeping his hands busy on her naked tits. As Katherine and Susan reached them, she'd just managed to slide back far enough on Tim's legs to allow her to reach and unzip his jeans. Her fingers released his half-hard cock into the evening air. "Oh, nice one," said Susan, leaning over Tiffany's shoulder. "Can I have a lick?" "You go lick Katherine," retorted Tiffany. "This lollypop is all mine for now." She curled her body forward in a tight ball until her questing lips touched the tip of his cock. "Umm, tasty." Tim merely moaned and Susan figured his whole attention was concentrated on the sensations in his cock now being enhanced by the talented Tiffany. Tiffany and Tim, she thought. Cute. A soft snore was heard from Greg. "Well, don't let us distract you," said Katherine. She slipped down to recline on a pad just a few feet away and reached for Susan, plucking away the bath towel. When Susan joined her, she rolled slightly to her back and bent her knees. Susan hummed aloud and dropped her head to Katherine's belly. She kissed the offered belly button and then tongued her way down over a soft mound of fine pubic hair until she encountered tender flesh that protected a quivering clit. She tongued and blew and then gently sucked. Kats fingers entwined in Susan's hair told her she was welcome. Across the way Tim's buttocks flexed and his hips shimmied up so his rampant cock was driven farther into Tiffany's welcoming mouth. She'd determined that she was going to have a long and lovely fuck with one or both of these guys, but first, a good suck was on her menu. It didn't take long. Under Tiffany's expert ministrations, Tim's orgasm rose quickly and he exploded in her mouth. She giggled nosily around his prick while white cream oozed out. "Man," he gasped, "that was awesome. You really know how to suck cock. I've never come that fast." "Why, thank you sir. "Now let's be quiet and observe the action. Maybe you can learn a thing or two about eating pussy." Tiffany curled her fingers around Tim's cock and balls and turned her head so she could watch Susan busily exploring Katherine's cunt with her tongue and fingers. Tim glanced over to see that Greg had awakened from his nap. He had a fine view of the proceedings over Susan's naked ass and right up to Katherine's crotch. Greg winked at Tim. He'd opened the fly of his jeans and was enjoying the view and the sensation of his gradually rising cock. He reached his hand to his nine-incher and slid his fingers over the crown, then began to slowly jack off. It was obvious he was in no hurry and would make his erection last as long as possible. Tiffany smiled and thought about asking Greg to slid closer so she could help with his masturbation, but then went back to watching Susan and Katherine and playing with Tim's now flaccid penis. Twilight slid into darkness and miraculously the temperature stayed up and mosquitoes remained among the missing. Over the next hour anyone observing the campsite would have seen Katherine finally explode with massive orgasm that kept her body vibrating for several seconds. Greg having shaken off the effects of the brandy had stripped and lain down behind Susan. When she felt his hands on her, Susan, now lying on her side, raised her top leg and opened her crotch so Greg could easily slide his well-massaged cock directly into her dripping vagina. They began an immediate rocking motion that caused Greg's cock to slide in and out of Susan, but only an inch or so, sending delicious sensations through both of them and they were soon gasping in rhythm as the sensations built. Katherine had built a small fire and was now, still naked, sitting beside Tiffany and Tim. Her fingers were calmly exploring both bodies and poking into moist intimate places. Her mouth found Tim's in a long peaceful kiss while Tiffany fastened her lips to Kat's small perfect breast. From the lake came a sudden burst of sound as a male loon called and called again, the sound reverberating from surrounding forest. A female responded from nearby rushes. The stars hung low over the tangle of passionate lustful bodies of the five humans and then a great ball of white flame rose out of the lake. The full moon offered a benediction and small critters watched silently from the surrounding brush.