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Helpless in the Woods

By: Explorer222



I had been hiking alone in the wilderness for almost two weeks when I stumbled into them-two stressed out young women hopelessly lost. They were hunched over by the river, one with her arm around the other. 

Every year I take a leave from my job and family to submerge myself in nature. I become primitive man, covering a vast territory, surviving on my knowledge and skills as a fisherman and bow and arrow hunter. The satisfaction it gives me is almost as good as sex (but not quite). 

They did not see or hear me approach. I paused behind a tree some thirty feet away and looked around. The river was narrow and fast at this point, and a wrecked canoe was thrown up on some branches near where the girls were huddled. How they had gotten this far on the swollen river I couldn't imagine. We were deep in the Canadian woods, at least 75 miles from the put-in point for boats. Normally you could go only a few miles before the river became unnavigable, but recent heavy rains had apparently covered the rocks. Their canoe must have been swept along by the current. 

One of the women appeared slightly older. She was trying to comfort the younger one, who was shivering, despite the warm late afternoon sun. I stepped from behind the tree and called out to them. 

"Hello there. You seem to have had an accident with your canoe." 

Startled, they came up on their knees and swiveled in my direction. In spite of the fact that both were soaking wet with tangled hair partially hiding their faces, it was obvious they were very attractive. I guessed that the younger one, a blonde with long hair, was in her late twenties. The other had short, dark hair, and looked a few years older. Both had good figures. This could be interesting, I thought. 

"Oh, thank goodness," cried the blonde. "A savior." 

The brunette said nothing, just looked at me with wide eyes. 

"What happened," I asked. 

"The river just took us. We tried to get to shore, but couldn't. Then we were in the gorge...for miles. An hour ago we crashed into some rocks and swam ashore here. Where are we?" 

"You are in the Canadian wilderness, over a hundred miles from a road. Didn't you know not to go past the first rapids?" 

The brunet finally found her voice. "Yes, we read that. But after the last downpour, the rocks were submerged, and before we knew it we were carried downstream." 

I nodded. "Yea, once in the gorge you can't stop. Will people come looking for you?" 

"That's the problem," whined the blonde. "Judy here wanted us to feel what it would be like to be totally out of touch. We took a week vacation, brought our own canoe and didn't tell anyone where we were going." 

"Don't be a baby, Susan," said her companion. "I told you I would take care of you." 

"But how can we get back? We can't follow the river though those hills, and we don't even know which direction to go to find a road." 

Judy looked at me and straightened her shoulders. "Maybe Tarzan here will save us.' 

The girls were both wearing T shirts, still very wet. Judy's impressive chest was clearly outlined, and she knew it. She stood up, hands on her hips. Susan grinned, and followed her friend's lead. Though considerably smaller, Susan's pert breasts made delectable twin cones in her shirt. It was clear she was not wearing a bra. 

Were they implying sexual favors in return for a rescue? It was too soon to jump to that conclusion. Maybe they just wanted to impress me with their femininity and helplessness. 

To tell the truth, they were in a tough situation. Nights were cold this time of year, and a snow storm could materialize any day. One hundred miles is a long way to navigate through the forest, even if you have a GPS or compass, camping equipment, and food. These ladies had nothing but wet shorts and shirts. They would never make it. 

Obviously I could not just walk away and leave them there. But leading them out and taking care of them would consume the rest of my vacation. (I deserved some compensation, right?) 

"Look ladies," I said. "My name is Matt. You can tag along with me if you want. I'm headed for the road to civilization anyway. Fish and game are plentiful, if you know how to get them, and I do, so I can feed you. But you have to agree to do everything I tell you...everything." (Was that being a tad too straightforward?) 

"Hey, wait a minute," Judy protested. "I know what that means. I will not let you molest my innocent friend. What are you, some kind of uncivilized barbarian?" 

I laughed. "No one is going to be molested. I was referring to things like staying put when I tell you to wait while I go hunting. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to happen." 

They both gave me a funny look. I am over six feet tall, muscular, and have bright blue eyes that women seem to like. After a two weeks in the woods, my brown hair was long, and I had grown a good beard. And I was relatively clean; every day I managed to bathe in a river or stream. As I looked from one to the other, the sexual tension was electric. 

Judy seemed to disapprove of the way her young friend was appraising me. It made me wonder whether the two of them were into each other, with Judy playing the male role. Well, if we were going to be together in the woods for a week, I would soon find out. 

"What do you say?" I asked. "Do you want me to take you out of here, or not?" 

"I don't see that we have much choice," Susan said to her companion. "We'll have to follow his instructions." 

Judy frowned. "I suppose. All our gear is at the bottom of the river. We are pretty helpless." 

"Okay," I said. "The first thing is to get out of those wet clothes and get them dried out. It's going to start to get really cold in a couple of hours." 

"But we don't have anything else to wear," protested Judy. "And these clothes are never going to dry in a few hours." 

I smiled. "Don't worry, I've two extra flannel shirts you can wear. We'll camp here tonight and build a fire to dry your clothes." 

"Sounds good to me," said Susan. "I'm freezing. Give us the shirts and turn your back." 

I leaned my bow against a tree and eased out of my backpack. Aside from the extra clothes, it contained cooking supplies, a few toiletries, medicines, flashlights, and other camping gear. A small tent and sleeping bag were tied to the outside. (Already I was thinking about sleeping arrangements.) 

Digging into the pack I came up with the two shirts. They would cover the girls down to about mid-thigh. Things were going to get interesting. 

"Here are the shirts. Take everything off, including your shoes. You're lucky you kept your sneakers on in the canoe. It would be tough walking a hundred miles in bare feet. I will go start gathering firewood while you change clothes. Oh, and here's a comb to fix your hair. Might as well look at good as you can." 

Without waiting for a reaction, I picked up my hatchet and headed into the trees. With all the rain it wouldn't be easy to find dry wood. I knew I needed to find some sheltered areas on high ground. Fortunately, there was an outcropping on a nearby hill that shielded a couple of dead trunks. 

Thirty minutes later I returned with an armload of burnable logs. The girls had followed orders and were standing around in nothing but the shirts. Their wet clothes and underwear hung from nearby branches. 

I dropped the wood and took a long moment to look them over. Both had very nice, slender legs. And with their almost dry hair combed back, I could see how pretty they were. It occurred to me that I was living a fantasy situation. Two beautiful women totally helpless and dependent on me for survival. 

Judy put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "Haven't you ever seen a girl's legs before?" 

"Not in this situation," I chortled. "You two look pretty good." 

Susan smiled and curtsied. "Thank you kind sir." 

"You're welcome. Now I must put you to work. If we are going to eat tonight, you are going to have to catch a fish or two. In the meantime, I will get the fire going." 

I got out two lines. "Turn over stones until you find some worms. Thread them on the hooks, and throw the bait in the eddies behind the big rocks. There're plenty of hungry trout in this river. We need at least two big ones for dinner and breakfast." 

By the time the sun went down I had the fire going and the tent set up. The girls caught three nice trout and were delighted with themselves. We sat around the fire and enjoyed the fresh fish. 

"I want some potatoes and veggies," Judy whined. 

"Me too," said Susan. "I'm going to complain to the manager." 

"I'll see what I can do about it," I said. "We should at least be able to pick up some mushrooms on our hike tomorrow." 

"How far do you think we'll get tomorrow?" asked Susan. 

"This section is pretty rough country. We'll being doing well to make ten miles." 

"And it's a hundred miles to the road?" 

"More or less." 

That thought sobered them a bit. I got up and put more wood on the fire. It was almost dark and getting colder by the minute. The girls had a lot of skin exposed to the cool air and were shivering. Twice they had checked on their wet clothes, and of course they were still damp. It would take another few hours of sun to dry them. 

"We're going to freeze to death," Judy groaned. 

That was the comment I was waiting for. So far no mention had been made of sleeping arrangements to stay warm. I was sure they had taken note of the small tent and the fact that I had only one sleeping bag, but neither seemed to want to face the implications. It was time to give them the facts, exciting for me, not so good for Judy if she were a lesbo. I wasn't sure how Susan would react. 

I began my rehearsed speech. "Speaking of staying warm during the night, here's the plan. On my last outing I had a girlfriend, so my sleeping bag is a double. It's big enough to squeeze all of us in. But there is a cardinal rule in cold weather survival that you don't wear clothes in your sleeping bag. The dampness in the fabric absorbs your body heat and prevents it from warming the air in the bag." (I could swear I've read that somewhere.) 

Susan gasped. "You mean we all have to be naked?" 

"If you want to be in the bag with me, yes." 

"I knew it," exclaimed Judy. "You would devise some way to rape us. Men are so predictable." 

I took umbrage at that remark and the anger came through in my voice. "I told you that nothing would happen that you didn't want to happen, and I meant it. Rape is not something I've ever done and never will. Don't need to." 

"Umph," snorted Judy. "Put you up against a naked woman and you won't be able to control yourself." 

Susan's eyes were darting back and forth between us. She seemed more interested than alarmed. I took that as a good sign. Judy was the problem. At that point, I was convinced she was a Lesbian, through and through. In her mind, men were all pigs.  

"Look Judy. You don't have to sleep in the bag. You can keep the fire going and lie beside it. Of course, one side of you will always be cold. And you will need to gather more firewood. I'll leave you a flashlight. There's not enough wood to last the night. Some of what we have has to be saved to cook fish for breakfast tomorrow." 

"The fire will be fine. I'm certainly not going to get naked into a sleeping bag with you!" 

"Okay with me. What about you, Susan?" 

Susan looked at Judy, who shook her head and spoke earnestly. "You can't do it, Susan. It would be a betrayal of our relationship." 

"But he's promised not to do anything..." 

"Susan, sweetie, have you ever known a man to keep his promises?" 

I had enough. "You two suit yourselves. I'm cold and I'm getting into the bag. You can join me anytime you wish. It will be a long night." 

"Could we at least put on our underwear?" implored Susan. 

"Absolutely not," I said. "It's still wet, and even if I weren't, there will be no clothes in the bag, period." 

I was optimistic that I would soon be feeling Susan's naked, tight little body up against mine. In fact, I preferred that she wait until she was good and cold before she came in. She would be happy to have contact with my body to warm hers. At that point I could let nature take its course. 

I got up and started toward the tent. "Good night, ladies. See you in the morning, if not before." 

After relieving myself in the woods behind the tent, I raised the flap and crawled in. Quickly I got out my clothes and into the sleeping bag. (If I had been by myself I would have put on one of my spare flannel shirts, but not that time, baby.) I wondered how long they would last out there. It could even snow during the night. 

The tent was about twenty feet from the fire, and they didn't think I could hear them whispering. But my hearing is very good. 

"What a crazy situation," said Susan. "Last night we were snuggling in a motel, and tonight we're freezing in the middle of the woods." 

"Yea, and Tarzan over there is after our bodies," Judy groused. 

"Is that so bad? Sex is sex. We sure enjoy it." 

"I enjoy you, honey. I wouldn't enjoy some big, hairy man." 

"Are you sure?" Susan said in a low voice. "Matt is really cute. When was the last time you tried?" 

"Come on, Susan. I know you like both women and men. But not me. The one time I did it with a man was awful." 

"I know, I know. You've told me all about it. But it might have been because of that particular guy. You never tried it again?" 

"Never wanted to. Not after my first girlfriend." 

Then they were silent for a long while. I could imagine Susan's conflict. Judy was demanding that she be faithful to their relationship, but Susan was cold and thought that sex with me might not be the worse thing in the world. 

I heard more logs being dumped on the fire, then Susan's voice. "We'd better go get more wood." 

"Nonsense," said Judy. "We'll use the breakfast wood. He can get more in the morning." 

"He won't like it," Susan replied. 

"So what's he going to do? Spank me?" 

Susan giggled. "He just might. He was pretty firm about obeying orders." 

"I'll tell him to spank you. We both know that you like it." 

"Don't you dare," said Susan. "He'll probably hit harder than you do." 

"If you go in that tent with him, you can expect a really hard spanking from me." 

"Promise?" tittered Susan. 

Wow. I was picking up a lot of useful information. They were into BDSM play, with Judy being the dominatrix. I was always curious about that kind of sex. The idea was exciting. What better opportunity than a week in the woods with two so inclined women under by control? I was just vain enough to think I could be the one to broaden Judy's horizons. Maybe she needed to be dominated the way she was dominating Susan. 

Judy's voice interrupted my fantasizing. "Get your mind off of sex, and let's try to sleep," she said. 

"Not bloody likely," Susan replied. "Almost naked on a hard, cold ground with no blanket and no pillow." 

"No choice," Judy said. "Buck up." 

Another period of silence followed, and I imagined them trying to get comfortable lying by the sputtering fire. It was now toasty warm in the sleeping bag. 

"Screw this," Susan said suddenly. "I'm going in the tent." 

"Don't, Susan, please," Judy protested. "Don't leave me out here by myself. It's scary as well as freezing." 

"Then come with me." 

"You're really going to do it?" 

"Yes, Judy. You are being a prude." 

"Go ahead then," Judy said angrily. 

I was delighted. Susan's naked body would soon be snuggled next to mine. And from what I had heard, she was not averse to a little sex. 

The flap opened, and Susan's head appeared. "Are you awake?" she asked. 

"Yes, come on in. Don't worry about crawling over me. When you get your shirt off I'll unzip the bag and let you in." 

"Okay, but turn your back, you naughty man. Christ, I'm cold." 

She wasted no time in joining me, and when she touched my warm skin, she couldn't stop herself from pushing her body up against mine. Her abdomen cupped my butt, and her nipples dug into my back like marbles. Shivers racked her body, stimulating me in a hundred places. It was a good thing I wasn't facing her—I was hard as a rock. 

"Oh God, you feel so good!" she breathed through chattering teeth. "Your body is like a big heat stick." 

I wanted to tell her I had a big heat stick that would really warm her up, but I refrained. After all, I had promised not to molest her, and a gentleman keeps his promises (yea, right). 

"Push against me harder," I said. "You'll get better heat conduction. We need to warm you up fast. Being cold is bad for your health." 

In response she threw a leg over my hips and pulled me closer. I could feel the soft fur between her legs against my butt. My cock grew another half inch. 

"That's better," I said. "Suck up that heat." 

"Interesting way to put it," she giggled. "You are really hot." 

"In more ways than one," I ventured. 

"Are you going to be a bad boy and prove Judy right?" 

"That's up to you, sweetie. Are you getting warmer?" 

She wiggled against me. "Ummm..." 

I decided it was time to up the ante. "We're getting maximum heat transfer to your front side, but what about your backside? Too much temperature differential can causes internal stresses that are very harmful." 

(What a load of claptrap, but I needed an excuse to get her to turn over so that I could spoon her back. Then I could lie my cock on her ass and use my hands to warm other parts of her.) 

"Yea, my back is still really cold," she said. 

"Turn over this instant. Doctor's orders." 

"Yes sir." 

As she rolled her body away from me, I followed, never losing contact. My arms engulfed her, and I swung one leg over hers, pulling her in so that my rigid cock ended up just where I wanted it, nestled in the crack of her ass. 

"Now I can really warm you," I whispered. 

"Yes," she mumbled. "I think you can. I feel you." 

My hand slid down her shoulder and encompassed a firm tit. "You can lose a lot of heat through this bump on your chest. I have to cover it." 

"Yes, that's a good idea. But I hope it's more than a bump." 

"Well, I'll be darned. It is. I'll have to squeeze it to reduce the surface area." 

"OHHH..." 

"And you are losing heat through this little smokestack. I'll have to pinch it off." 

"AHHHH..." 

"Remember, nothing happens that you don't want to happen." 

"I remember." 

"Do you want me to stop?" 

She wiggled her ass against my dick. "What do you think?" 

"I think I should slide my hand down the front of your body, like this." 

"Oh my, where is it going?" 

"To a place where I can warm my fingers." 

I took my time, inching over the cool, smooth skin of her belly, moving ever closer to her hot center. At the same time I hooked an ankle under her calf and pulled, encouraging her to open her legs. 

"Uh oh, now I know where you're going," she breathed. 

"Smart girl. Getting warmer now?" 

"Oh yea." 

My fingertips contacted the growth at the top of her pussy. She squirmed and tried to reach behind to grab my cock, but I was tight up against her. 

"Please..." she groaned. 

"Please what?" 

"Please touch me." 

I knew this girl liked being dominated, so I pressed her. "Touch you where?" 

"You know where..." 

"Say it." 

"MY PUSSY." 

"Like this?" 

"GOD... YES..." 

"And down through here..." 

'OHHH..." 

My fingers moved around in what was like warm honey on sliced peaches (I know, that metaphor is over-the-top)-folds and crevices, mostly smooth, but areas with a fine fuzz. I imagined her friend Judy gently shaving her, keeping her primed for kissing and licking. 


Helpless in the Woods Ch. 02



My name is Matt. In the first Chapter I describe how I came upon these two attractive women stranded deep in the Canadian woods. Their canoe had been swept down a rain-swollen river for miles before crashing on some rocks. They were wet, cold, and lost. I offered to lead them to the nearest road, but told them it would take days, and we would all have to live off my hunting and fishing skills. They would have to obey my instructions. Also, I informed them that I had only one small tent and one sleeping bag, and the nights would be cold. I promised to be a gentleman and that nothing would happen that they did not want to happen. 

As it grew cold that first night, Susan crawled into the sleeping bag with me, after agreeing to my rule that no clothes could be worn in the bag. Judy, the dominant one in their relationship, refused and tried to stay warm by the fire. With some spooning and touching I got Susan warmed up, and one thing led to another, culminating in noisy mutual orgasms that Judy could not fail to hear. 

"Do you think Judy heard us?" Susan whispered. 

I was still cuddling her from behind, coming down from that other world, and slowly channeling my shrinking erection in the now very slippery groove in her basketball ass. "Are you kidding?" I chuckled. "You nearly ruptured my eardrum." 

"Was I really that loud? I do tend to get carried away." 

Judy's voice came from outside the tent. "Oh, I heard you all right. Not that I didn't expect it. Christ, I'm cold." 

"Don't be mad, honey," said Susan. "Come in here with us and get warm. Matt is like a furnace." 

Judy sighed. "Okay, I give up. I'm dying out here. Maybe he got it out of his system." 

Fat chance. Judy had a full, lush body that complemented Susan's small, tight frame. With Judy and one side of me, and Susan on the other, I would be one happy hot dog in the middle. Susan had dropped hints about being up for a threesome, and I was counting on her to help me. My cock stirred, and Susan took note. 

"So soon?" she tittered. "Remember what you promised. Nothing happens that we don't want to happen. Judy doesn't think you can control yourself." 

"That's right," Judy said. "But from the noise you two were making, it's obvious you were BOTH out of control." 

Susan shivered in my arms. I could feel her smiling. 

"Come on in Judy," I said. "Crawl in feet first and throw whatever clothes you're wearing into the back of the tent. When you're ready, I'll unzip the bag and let you in." 

"Here I come. Remember your promise." 

"I remember." 

With a little urging, I got Susan to roll over so that she was facing me, on the side away from where Judy was slithering in. Susan kissed me and put a cool hand between my legs. Instantly I grew another inch. 

"Don't turn over facing Judy," she said softly. "Let her get warm without worrying about you." 

"We should put her in the middle," I said. "She needs our body heat on both sides." 

"Good idea. I'll crawl over the two of you once she gets in position." Then she gave me a squeeze. "But don't let her feel this big thing. It'll freak her out." 

Judy crawled in and stretched out beside me. "I'm here. Unzip the damn bag!" 

I couldn't resist teasing her. "Are you naked?" 

"Yes, damn it." 

The zipper was on the side, and I had to roll onto my back to reach it. As I did so, Susan threw a leg over mine and ground her pussy on my thigh. Putting her lips up to my ear, she flicked her tongue in and out. "This scene is sooo hot" she whispered. 

Wow. I was fully erect and hard as I'd ever been. With supreme self-control I refrained from putting it to Susan on the spot. I had gone off too soon the first time. 

A grateful Judy slid in on her back and snuggled her side against mine, teeth chattering. "How do I close this thing? Quick, I'm colder than ever!" 

"I'll do it," I said. "Just lie still. You'll be warm in a minute." 

To close the zipper I had to reach an arm over her, and as I pulled up on the metal tab, I skimmed her body from her thighs to her neck. Her plump breasts pushed against my forearm like a couple of grapefruit. She was shivering so badly that she probably didn't notice. It was tight with three of us in three-person bag, but I finally managed to get the zipper closed. 

"OK," I said to Susan. "Crawl over and let's put some heat to this ice cycle." 

Susan scooted over me, hesitating a couple of seconds when her pussy contacted my hardness, then dropping on Judy's other side. "Turn toward me," she said to Judy. "I'll warm your front, while Matt does your back." 

"Yes... please... I'm so cold," she groaned. 

The two of us acted like a waffle iron, heating batter from both sides. Only this time the batter was the quivering flesh of a voluptuous woman. I did not try to minimize the contact with my rock-hard erection. 

"How does this feel, Judy?" Susan asked. 

"Sooo good... I may live." 

"I told you that Matt was like a big heat stick." 

"Yea, he's got a big stick all right." 

"You want me to move?" I asked, even though there was no place for me to go. 

"NO WAY. I need both of your heat." 

I reached over her to put my hand on Susan's back so I could pull and compress our sandwich even more. Susan's body was plastered to Judy's, tit to tit, pussy to pussy, their faces inches apart. For a minute we lay still, letting Judy draw heat from our bodies. Then I felt movement as Susan closed the gap between their faces and kissed her friend on the mouth. Judy stiffened. 

"Relax, honey," said Susan. "Go with the flow. You are not in charge here. Matt is. We have to do what he wants." 

"I know what he wants. I can feel it." 

"So? Is that so bad?" 

"I don't know, Susan. I'm still so cold." 

Bless her randy little heart, Susan came up with a great idea. "Matt," she said, "I think my friend is losing heat though those domes on her chest. You know... like I was. Don't you think you should put a stop to that?" 

"Absolutely," I agreed. 

"And pinch off the little smokestacks," she added. "I know from experience that will warm her up considerably." 

When Judy didn't say anything I took that as her wanting it to happen. My big right hand closed on one full breast and squeezed. She twisted and moaned, but Susan silenced her with another full mouth kiss. I moved from breast to breast, massaging the firm mounds and teasing the nipples. 

"Ummm..." she hummed into Susan's mouth. 

"Give me your tongue," Susan whispered. 

That did it. Judy's body relaxed, resigned to her fate. Her ass wiggled against my cock. I pinched a nipple, hard. 

"Ahggg..." 

I could have taken her then, but her skin was still cool, and I wanted her fully recovered before I had my way. Also, my inflated sense of honor required that she openly acknowledge that she wanted it. 

"Judy, you were a bad girl to burn up all the firewood," I said, as I rolled a long, hard nip between thumb and finger. "You agreed to follow my instructions in return for my helping you, remember?" 

"But I was so cold." 

"No excuses, Judy. You must be punished. You know that, don't you?" 

Judy tensed. Her friend giggled and snuggled closer. "Answer me, Judy," I demanded, moving to the other nipple. 

"What do you mean, punished?" 

"Well, if this were daytime, and we were on the trail, I would tie you over a log, pull down your pants, and spank you." 

"Ohhh..." 

"But I can't very well do that with us all crammed into this sleeping bag, can I?" 

"No." 

My thumb and finger clamped down hard. "No what? You two have to learn who's in charge here. From now on, it's 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', 'please, sir', 'whatever you want, sir'. Understand?" 

"AHHhh... yes, sir." 

"That's better. A little humiliation becomes you. No more bad-mouthing men. Now roll over on your back." 

Taking a deep breath, Judy twisted and turned her head toward me. Her wide eyes shown in the dim light from the still glowing fire. I stroked her cheek. 

"Your punishment is that you must submit to me, and to Susan if I wish it. You must do it now, and anytime I say while we three are together." 

"What exactly do you mean, submit?" 

"Anything I want." 

"But you promised..." 

"So did you. You promised to follow my instructions regarding survival. You broke your promise. Therefore, I am released from mine. We start from square one." 

"Oh..." 

I took that non-objection as acceptance of my convoluted logic. But she had not yet fully acquiesced. I wanted to hear her beg for it. 

"Matt," she said in a small voice. "You should know that I'm not on any birth control." 

I chuckled. "Not a problem. Some guys carry condoms. I carry morning-after pills. A Boy Scout is always prepared." 

"I hope you've got more than one pill," tittered Susan. 

"A whole bottle," I assured her. 

Judy sighed and pressed her leg against mine. "I guess you've got me," she breathed. "Please be gentle." 

"I'll be what I want," I said firmly. "Susan, hold her arm down on your side. I can hold this one and still have one hand free to explore this lush body." 

"Yes, sir," Susan quickly answered. 

For the next few minutes I let my hand roam. Starting at her eyes, down her cheek to her lips, along her neck to her breasts, over, around, under, flicking the turgid buds, then following a line across her stomach, bypassing her pussy to tease her thigh, going as far down as her calf, then returning up the other leg, retracing my path until I was again at her mouth. 

She lay still, taking shallow breaths. I could feel the sexual tension in her body. She wanted it, but was fearful. I had to break through that barrier to force her total submission and unleash what I expected was a latent volcano. 

Her skin temperature was almost back to normal. It was time to take things up a notch. 

"Open your mouth, Judy. Suck my finger." 

Her lips parted. I probed her mouth gently, moving over her tongue and the inside of her bottom lip. "Get me nice and wet," I whispered. "That way it will feel so good when I begin fingering your pussy." 

"UUUMMMM..." 

"You like dirty talk, don't you Judy," I teased. "Do you talk dirty to Susan when you do her? Does she, Susan?" 

"Oh yea. We both love it," said Susan. 

I continued talking with Susan as my wet finger began its slow journey down Judy's torso. "What kind of thing does she like to hear?" 

"She likes to hear me whimper as she whips me," Susan said. "She likes to deny me and make me beg. Don't you, honey?" 

"Oh god..." 

"I'm going to do the same thing to you, Judy," I said. "Every day on this trip. Susan's going to help me. You're going to feel what it's like to be on the bottom for a change." 

I reached her lower abdomen. Short, well-trimmed hairs caressed my finger tip. An inch more, and I was into her moist nest. Her hips jerked upward, drawing me in. 

"What do you beg for, Susan?" I asked. My finger slithered in the slippery groove, eliciting a series of quick-breathing moans. "What do you like Judy to do?" 

"I like her to finger my pussy like you are doing to her now." 

"It's so dark in here. How do you know what I'm doing?" 

Susan laughed. "She's humping something, and I don't think it's your dick. At least not yet." 

"You're right. I'm saving my dick for later." 

At this point I began gently massaging the soft, wet lips. She groaned and shifted, opening herself more. I rewarded her by nudging a curled finger against the base of her clit. 

"AAAHHH..." Judy wailed. 

"I want it too, you know," Susan pouted. 

"Don't worry. We have many days together. Right now your friend Judy is the priority. I want her begging for it." 

"Let me help," Susan panted. "I know just how to touch her." 

"Okay, we'll do her together. Push her on her side facing me. I'll play with her tits and talk to her while you put your hand up between her legs." 

Between the two of us we maneuvered Judy into position. "Make her put a leg over you," said Susan. "Open her up." 

I captured a nipple and pinched. "You heard your friend," I said. 

"Oh - Oh - Oh" 

"Perfect," cooed Susan. "Now I can go to work." 

Although it was pitch black in the tent, Judy's rapid breaths guided my mouth to hers. She met my tongue with a gasp and engaged it with her own. Her hips bucked as Susan's fingers worked their magic. 

By the time I ended the kiss, Judy was literally thrashing in the cradle between our two bodies. My cock reveled in the stimulation from her humping pelvis. To top it off, Susan's hand came from between Judy's legs and grabbed me. 

"Jesus Christ!" I cried. 

"You are sooo hard," Susan moaned, as she rubbed the tip back and forth over Judy's wet lips. "Feel this, Judy? You're going to get the real thing for a change. And you're going to love it!" 

"OH GOD..." 

"Beg him, Judy! Ask for it and I'll feed him into you!" 

Frantically Judy pulled at my hair to get her mouth up to my ear. "Fuck me, Matt! Please, fuck me! NOW!" 

"Are you going to be a good girl, do everything I tell you?" 

"Yes, sir." 

To be continued??



Helpless in the Woods Ch. 03



In the first two chapters I relate how I came upon two attractive women stranded deep in the Canadian woods. In return for my promising to lead them to safety, they had to agree to obey my every command, including sleeping naked with me in my over-sized sleeping bag. Susan was bisexual, but Judy had had bad experiences with men. In short order I dominated and fucked them both. They loved it and wanted more.




I was awakened in the middle of the night by a feeling of warm wetness in my groin. Somehow Susan had managed to scrunch down in the sleeping bag far enough to get her head between my thighs. My entire limp dick was in her mouth.

"Whoa," I gasped.

Her response was to cup my balls and draw my cock between her closed lips. She did this over and over, back and forth, like she was wetting a finger to test the wind. Each time she reached the crown, her lips tightened, bearing down and sending tingles up and down my legs. Half a dozen cycles of that kind of stimulation was all that was needed to bring me fully erect.

"You're a naughty girl," I mumbled, my hand in her hair.

She raised her head. "We all went to sleep before I got mine," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me like you did Judy. I've never seen her cum so hard."

I smiled, remembering how the reluctant Judy had come alive with my cock deep in her pussy and my gums on her nipple. Susan slapped her ass at the critical moment, and the erstwhile Lesbian had cum like there's no tomorrow. No question that Judy liked it rough, and with a real cock. We had proved that she was bisexual, just like her frien.

Judy's voice came out of the darkness. "I heard that," she said.

"Well, it's true," said Susan. "You came hard. Admit it."

"Yea, it was incredible. Matt's involving you made it special. I knew you wanted to make it good for me. In a way we were both using him for our pleasure."

"Using me, uh," I whined. "That will add to your punishment tomorrow. But enough of this chit chat. You've gotten me nice and hard, Susan, now climb on and ride me."

"Like this?" 

The horny vixen stretched out on her top of me, face to face, and reached under to guide my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I raised my hips, pointed my toes, and went in deep. My hands clasped on her cute butt, griped hard, and twisted her hips back and forth, reaming her like I was cleaning a test tube.

"Jesus Christ... OH MY GOD..."

I turned my head toward Judy, who had propped her head up on her elbow to watch. "Help me out here, Judy," I said. "Let's take her to the moon. Give me your hand."

Judy reached out, and I let go of one of Susan's cheeks long enough to seize Judy's hand and place it on her partner's upturned ass, right in the critical spot. Susan gasped when she felt the soft fingers.

"OH JUDY... OHHHH...."

"Now, Judy," I said sternly. "Do exactly what I tell you. Moisten your middle finger in her pussy. Then, when I pull her open, slip it in her ass up to the first knuckle."

"Yes, sir," she said, taking a deep breath. I knew then that I had Judy under my control. Tonight it would be her finger, tomorrow it would be her tongue. I would have Susan do the same to her. I would have both of them licking my cock and ass. It was going to be a great couple of weeks.

Resuming my hold on Susan's cheeks, I squeezed and shifted her weight to grind against her until I was in up the hilt. I could feel the nub of her clit nudging my abdomen as I spread her.

"Now!" I ordered. "Up to the knuckle."

Susan went nuts. She splayed her legs wider, digging her toes into the bag so that she could apply more pressure to her clit. Her hands found my face and matched her lips to mine. I kissed her hard, nipping at the offered tongue. She moaned into my mouth.

"UMMMM... UMMMM..."

I managed to turn away long enough to issue my second command to Judy. "Second knuckle."

Susan responded with a furious humping. She knew just how far to pull up without losing me. My juices began to boil. I had to make her cum soon."

"All the way in, Judy," I cried. "Plug her good."

"ARGGGHHHAAA..."

Susan came in a rush, twisting and thrashing, and kissing me on the lips, eyes, chin, neck...everywhere she could contact. I could feel the pressure from Judy's finger on my deeply buried cock. My orgasm started in my toes and roiled up my body like a breaking wave. The combination of the physical sensations with the knowledge of my power over these women was fantastic.

Finally Susan stopped moving, but she continued to lie on me, holding my dick inside. We were both breathing deeply, her head on my shoulder. Judy lay still beside us. It was a moment of total peace. Too soon Susan broke the silence.

"Judy's finger is still in my ass," she said matter-of-factly.

"Of course it is," I chuckled. "I haven't told her to remove it. She has learned to follow orders."

I felt Susan's smile against my chest. "If you don't want me to ravish you again, you'd better tell her," she mumbled. "It is very stimulating."

There was no way I could go another round right away, so I issued the command. "Judy, remove your finger from your friend's ass. But don't wipe it on the sleeping bag."

"Please don't make me suck it," Judy groaned. 

I laughed. "No, that's not one of my kinks. You can wipe it on your shirt, and wash it off in the river tomorrow. Now if you two don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep."

"Can I be next to Susan," Judy asked. "I like to cuddle her."

"How sweet," I said. "Go ahead. Roll that way, Susan."

It was plenty warm in the bag, and I was happy to turn away from them and get a little sleep. Let them have their fun together.

**

I awoke the next morning as light began to seep into the tent. They were whispering to each other.

"This situation is unbelievable," Susan said. "It's like that book about evolution. The alpha male seizes and dominates a harem, giving his genes to as many offspring as possible. The females compete to be chosen, so that their babies have an alpha father."

"We're not exactly competing," tittered Judy. "He's got us both and there are no other females around."

"Oh, but we will be," said Susan. "We'll each be trying to entice and please him so that we get fucked the most. That's what happens in a harem."

"Maybe," Judy said. "At least among the highly sexed women in the harem."

"Like us," tittered Susan.

"Yea, But right now I'm more concerned with how he is going to punish me. I don't relish being tied naked over a log and whipped."

"Ha. You can't lie to me. I know how that would turn you on. Just like it would me."

"Not if he goes too far," Judy whined.

"It's not knowing how far he will go that makes it exciting," Susan said. "He's not going to kill us or cause permanent damage. Other than that, he can do what he wants."

"Damn right I can!"

Judy gulped. "Uh, oh... he's awake."

I decided to drive the point home. "I'm awake and horny. I'm going to extend my hand and I want to feel a soft tit. Whose is it going to be?"

Susan was lying on her back next to me. "I guess I'm the closest," she said. "Give me your hand."

Warm, firm flesh filled my palm. A nipple began growing in the center like a cork pushing out of a champagne bottle. I squeezed, hard, and was rewarded with a loud squeal.

"OUCH. Not so hard..."

"No protests are allowed," I said, and I pinched the turgid bud between my thumb and forefinger. She groaned and stiffened her body. I then added to her discomfort by twisting my wrist like I was changing a clock from noon to three pm.

"Why are you hurting me?" she whimpered.

"Because I can. And because you love it." I released her nipple and lifted the sore breast to my mouth. Gently I licked around the point, thinking that it would be too tender to suck. But she surprised me by shoving her nipple into my mouth and throwing a bare leg over my hip. 

I licked and munched on her for a few seconds, then shoved her on her back. "No more for you right now," I said. "I'm hungry. Time to get the fire going so we can have breakfast. Get to it, Judy. The partially burned wood will be easy to lite. You'll find a starter tablet and matches in my pack. Then gather new logs to replace the ones you used up last night." 

"But it's cold out there! And my clothes are still damp."

"Too bad. The sooner you get a fire going, the sooner you can dry your clothes. That is, if I let you put them on."

"Can I at least have Susan help me?"

"No! I have business with Susan here. Now get moving. Every delay is adding to your punishment."

Grudgingly Judy unzipped the bag and got to her knees. Her big tits swung back and forth as she looked for the flannel shirt I had made her discard the night before. She knew I was appraising her, and when she found the shirt she turned toward me and stuck out her tongue.

I laughed. The sassy bitch would pay later. "You have nice tits, Judy," I said. "You should be proud of them. Big and firm, wide areolas, long nipples. I am going to have great fun playing with them for the next few weeks."

She shuddered and hurriedly put on the shirt. But I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I sat up and grabbed the front of the shirt before she could button it. Pulling it open with one hand, I slapped a bare tit with the other.

"OHH...", she wailed.

"That's just a sample of what's coming. Now come here and give me a kiss and say you're sorry for that little gesture of defiance. Crawl over Susan. She won't mind."

I continued pulling on the shirt as Judy straddled her friend. When she was close enough, I seized her hair and leaned her toward me. She licked her lips and put her mouth inches from mine. I could see that her eyes were hot.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said in a low voice. "I promise not to defy you again. You can have your way with me whenever you want." She pecked at my lips. "Would you like to fuck me now?"

"Do I detect a bit of sarcasm?"

She lowered her eyes. "Oh no, sir."

"We shall see. Kiss me again, properly this time."

Her lips were soft and yielding, her mouth partially open. I took my time, probing her with my tongue and weighing one of her fabulous breasts in my hand. Meanwhile, Susan, who had been lying very still with Judy's knees on either side of her, began to move. I felt Judy's body go rigid, and I suspected that Susan's hand had found its way between Judy's thighs. 

The scene was quickly getting out of control. We would never get the fire going at this rate. With a final squeeze of her tit, I pushed Judy away.

"Enough for now. Get moving, Judy. We have to make at least seven miles today if I'm going to get you out of these woods before my vacation time runs out."

Judy took a deep breath, pulled her shirt together, and crawled out of the tent.

When she was gone, Susan sat up, flaunting her perky tits. "How are you going to punish her?" she asked.

"What do you recommend?" I responded, flicking a nipple with my fingernail.

Susan's eyes were bright in the morning light. "She's always the one punishing me. She gets off in making me cum. Secretly, I think she would like me to do the same to her, but it's not in my nature to be dominant. I can see how she is reacting to you. She wants you to control her."

"Did you notice that big fallen tree near the river? As soon as the sun comes up, I'm thinking of making Judy's fantasy come true by tying her down on that rough trunk. First, I would put her on her stomach for a good switching on her back and ass, making her breasts will rub on the rough bark. Then I would turn her over to work on her tits and pussy. You would help me."

"OHH... HOW DELICIOUS! When you're done with her, I will make her cum. I know just how to curl my finger in her pussy while I pinch her clit."

She put out a hand and wrapped her fingers around my growing erection. "But we should make her pleasure you somehow."

"Easy," I said. "I'll straddle her face while you do your thing. If she wants to breathe she'll have to lick me everywhere, and I mean everywhere."

"Yum. After that she will be putty in your hands forever, even after we get back to civilization, if you want. I will be too. After all, we will owe you for saving our lives."

I put a fingertip on her lower lip and starred into her eyes. "That's right. You will be my bitches. I'll call you, and you'll come running."

She shuddered and took my finger into her mouth.



Helpless in the Woods



"Does Judy do this for you?" 

"Ummm... but it's different." 

"You mean she doesn't have a big, thick finger to ease in like this?" 

"Ngrrrr..." 

"And she doesn't squeeze and pinch your tits at the same time?" 

"Whhhoo..." 

"What does she do to you, Susan?" 

"She uses her mouth on me...and other things." 

I diddled her clit. "What do you mean, other things?" 

"Ummm... you know... vibrators and things like that." 

"Dildos? Butt plugs? Nipple clamps?" 

"Yea, those and more. Jesus, you are good with that finger..." 

"And what do you do for Judy, Susan?" 

"Whatever she wants. She has this little whip..." 

From the tone of her voice and the wiggling on my finger I knew that Susan was on the brink. So was I. Her ass cheeks seemed to grip my cock as I slid it up and down in the slick groove. In my head I was picturing Susan on her knees licking Judy's pussy, while the older woman flicked her with the whip. It was too much. 

I pulled her close and shoved my finger deep. 

"Cum, Susan. NOW." 

"OHHHHHH... MY GODDD..." 

We both erupted in a spasm that shook the tent, and Susan's cry probably scared all the wildlife for half a mile. I wondered what effect it was going to have on Judy. 

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"Oh God... Judy doesn't know what she's missing."