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The Hike Ch. 02

By: elpavilion



Note: This is the second chapter of a multi-chapter story. You can read it from here, but I think it's way better to read the beginning chapter first. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the first chapter.




They all made the camp with no more problems. Becky said over and over what a difference the shoe inserts made. She didn't complain once since she got them. She did, however, find it easy to let Allen do all the work setting up camp and cooking dinner.

Soon the four of them were comfortably lounging on the soft ground around the small fire. Tanya had her head on Jeff's lap. They were all tired, and had eaten a hearty meal. They talked a lot, but Jeff and Tanya didn't give up much about themselves. Their end of the conversation either made jokes about something (usually sexual) or focused just on their relationship. They had a lot of "That's what she said," moments, but never actually said those words.

Allen was a little uncomfortable with how open they were about their intimate moments, but soon Becky was joining in the jokes and bawdy talk.

"The last time we went camping, the ground was as hard as a rock," Tanya was saying.

"That wasn't the only thing," Jeff added.

"Did you ever find a soft spot?" Becky asked with a smirk.

"After 30 minutes or so, I guess we did," Jeff replied.

The night went on like this for an hour or so, and then Allen asked Becky if she was ready to turn in.

"I think I want to stay up a little longer and talk to Jeff and Tanya, Dex. But go ahead."

"I think Tanya and I are going to hit the tent anyway. You guys sleep tight."

"You aren't hitting MY tent," Tanya joked as they moved to their tent.

As they settled in, Allen was disappointed that Becky was wearing the same matronly nightshirt from last night. Still, he went ahead to make the same moves from the previous night, hoping to woo the shirt off her again. Becky was having none of it this time. She kept brushing his hands away from all her fun parts.

After a few minutes of thwarting his advances, she said "I have to pee. And can you reach me a tampon from my pack?"

She took the tampon he gave her and left the tent. Allen heard the message loud and clear: "NO SEX TONIGHT MISTER." Disappointed, he cursed his bad timing and rolled on his side and felt his boner dwindle.

"Good night you two. Be good," he heard Becky say to the other tent.

"Oh we'll be real good," Tanya answered back a little huskily.

Becky came back in the tent and lay with her back to Allen's back without saying a word. At least she didn't push him away when he spooned against her back.

Except for the occasional pop from the fire and a few bugs, there was no sound. No wind, no water, no cars, no people. Allen was easily drifting to sleep. Until he heard a moan from the other tent.

Then there was another, longer moan. Allen could tell it was Tanya. He was suddenly wide awake, eyes open as if it would help him hear better. Faint rustling noises came from the tent. Tanya moaned again quietly. As his ears adjusted, he could hear wet slurping noises that sounded like a dog at a water bowl, only slower. Then Jeff moaned a little, followed by a muffled moan from Tanya.

The noises fueled Allen's imagination, creating a vivid image in his head. They were doing it. Tanya and Jeff were having sex right next to him and Becky. From Tanya's muffled moans and the wet slurping, he could visualize Jeff's cock in her mouth. Becky did not give blow jobs. She always promised "maybe next time," whenever Allen brought it up.

Tanya and Jeff went at it this way for five minutes or so, and Allen decided that they must be in a 69 because he knew Tanya had Jeff in her mouth-he even heard her gag a couple times-but he could hear the lapping noise that must have been Jeff licking her pussy. It was torture for him to have this going on right next to him while his dream girl laid nearly naked right under the same blanket as him but was untouchable because she had her period. Still, Allen was erect and hard as a rock.

Soon Tanya's moans turned into grunts and Allen could hear the skin-on-skin slapping noise, unmistakably indicating that they were involved in hard, body smacking, dick sinking, slamming sex. Tanya's grunts were timed with the slapping of their skin: "Hunhh", slap...."hunhh", slap...."hunhh", slap. It went on and on. There were breaks in the sex noises as the rustling in the tent told him that they were changing positions.

Finally the grunting and the moaning and the slapping all built to a furious pitch. Having given up all pretense at being subtle or quiet, their moans and grunts were loud and long until there was one final, long, long moan and then all was quiet except for the sound of heavy panting.

After a few minutes, Allen heard Tanya and Jeff talking very quietly, but it wasn't long before the only sound was the deep steady breathing of sleeping people.

"Wow, did you hear that?" He whispered to Becky, but she was either asleep or ignoring him. He couldn't tell which. If he could have seen into her face, though, he would have seen her eyes wide open.

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"It should be just around the corner," Tanya said from the front of their four person line. "It's close to another town, so people come up here all the time. It's beautiful."

Allen hoped it was beautiful, and cool and wet. He was hot and his shoulders ached from his backpack. It was after 1:00 in the afternoon and they had been hiking pretty steadily for the better part of the day so far. The only thing that made it easier for him was the sight of Becky's beautiful ass in her short, tight denim shorts as she walked the trail in front of him. Even though hers was his favorite (because she sometimes let him see it without the shorts), he could look just past her and the douche-bag, Jeff, to see Tanya with her nearly perfect ass wiggling in the lead as they made their way to what they hoped would be a pool of water fed by a tumbling waterfall.

Back at camp, when Becky finally came out of the tent to eat, Allen discretely asked her how she was feeling and apologized for timing the hike during her period. She brushed off his kind attention and said, "Oh, no biggie. False alarm," and then plowed into her breakfast.

It had been a long, hot hike. The friendly banter that the day started with had slowly, almost imperceptibally turned into blatant flirting between Jeff, Tanya and Becky. They all did it with a disregard for Allen-his presence and his feelings. It was like he was one of those for-hire Sherpa guys who was invisible until you needed something from all your crap that he carried for you.

"Allen, can you get me my sunscreen?" Becky might ask, then, to Jeff "I don't want to burn my chest, but I hate covering up with clothes too." She was wearing only a halter bikini top, which showed ample cleavage and boob. She liked tanning, and wanted to combine tanning with hiking. That's why she had the lighter pack, at least that's what she told Allen.

Or she might say, "Dexter, can you hand me my water?" It was always her water, her granola bar, her Chapstick. Her verbal interactions with Allen were utilitarian, conveying her needs and wants and nothing more. With Jeff and Tanya it was all fun and games and gradually bolder bawdy talk. He had grown a strong contempt for Jeff and the way he flirted with Becky. But he was mesmerized by her ass, and every night they were together, even if it was under a nighty, or a long t-shirt or her underwear, she generally held that ass against him as they lay down to sleep. And her complaining had stopped. So far, it was worth it to him.

Flirting between her and Tanya was no less ribald. When the weather warmed up enough to strip off the warm shirt covering her bikini top, Becky beamed with Tanya's appraisal of her tits. 

"Damn girly! Those are some really beautiful boy-magnets. Dexter must be rich or have a really big, um, house," Tanya said.

"What these old things? I just threw them on when I got up," Becky thrust her chest out and made a turn to either side as if showing all the good viewing angles. They all laughed too much. Allen was uncomfortable, but he often was with Becky in public.

Finally, they could hear the waterfall. It wasn't a roar, but it wasn't a trickle either. With the sound of it came the smell of it. Only when he could smell the water vapor in the air did Allen realize that the day had smelled hot and dusty until now. There were voices under the steady din of the flowing waterfall. There would be other people here, and it might be nice to have some other people for Jeff and Tanya to spread their attention to.

When they came around the corner and the waterfall came into view, Allen wasn't prepared for what he saw. A 60 foot waterfall spilled into a clear, sparkling pool. The pool was smaller than a public swimming pool, but not much smaller, and almost perfectly round. A gravel beach was on the end next to the stream that flowed out of it. It was stunning to see, but wasn't too much of a surprise. What he hadn't been prepared for was that the people enjoying the cooling air and refreshing water were all naked. 

Most of the 10 or 12 people were young, but there was a couple clearly in their 60's prancing around as naked as if they were in their own home taking a bath. The others were in their 20's and mostly fit. An even split of women and men, so they must all be couples. There were no large backpacks around, but several small coolers sat either in the water or at the water's edge. This place must be close enough to some town that people could get here with a short hike. None of them paid any attention to the four new arrivals.

Becky and Tanya squealed and picked up the pace, racing towards the gravel beach, passing by the other bathers and slipping the straps off the packs before they even made it to a stop. Giggling excitedly, the girls dropped their packs on the gravel and looked around, then looked at each other for the briefest of indecisive moments, then shrugged and started stripping their dusty clothes off. By the time Becky was in just a bikini top and thong, most of the men and a few of the women had taken notice of them. When she and Tanya were completely naked and moving towards the pool, the only sound was the waterfall. Every person there stopped what they were doing to watch the pair move to the cool water.

Allen watched Becky's large brown nipples shrivel to coin sized buds as soon as her foot touched the water. He was erect immediately. Jeff had stopped to watch the girls and take in the surroundings. As Allen passed him, Jeff said "gonna be hard to get naked with those two helping support our troops." Allen knew that Jeff was talking about their dicks. It was a douche move to even mention it. Almost every time Jeff talked, Allen despised him more. He wanted to be rid of him, but Becky's mood had been much better, and Tanya came along with Jeff. Oh boy was Tanya great to look at. If it was just her, he'd have no problem but she brought Jeff.

Becky and Tanya splashed around and drenched themselves in the cool water. Jeff hadn't taken long to join them, getting naked as if it was no big deal. And Allen saw, before Jeff submerged himself in the water, that it wasn't a big deal. He didn't spend a lot of time in locker rooms in high school and he didn't belong to a gym, but he knew that he at least had Jeff beat in the one muscle that no amount of exercise would make bigger.

Allen dropped his pack and removed his shoes and socks. He seethed watching Becky and Jeff and Tanya splashing around in the cool water. As they rough-housed and splashed and wrestled as if they weren't completely naked, he saw Jeff "accidentally" grab Becky's tits more than once. That wasn't the worst. The worst was that she didn't seem to mind. 

Allen tried to get his courage up to join them, but he was too intimidated by their camaraderie and lack of modesty. He stripped to his boxers and waded around in the pool by the stream away from everyone else. He glanced at the trio of his "friends" furtively, but couldn't bear to join them or watch them directly.

Finally, he just sat on the edge of the gravel beach with his feet in the water, sullenly digging his toes into the small rocks and lifting them out. He hadn't noticed that Tanya had walked within a few feet of him. Standing with the sun reflecting off the water and through the gap in her thighs right below her shaved pussy, she called to him "Come on Dexter, get in the water. It feels great."

He looked at her, holding his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. He couldn't stop himself from oogling her naked body, but she didn't seem to mind. Her dark hair was slicked back perfectly, her shoulders, broader than he would have expected, helped support her perfect, natural breasts. Her nipples were so tight as to be quarter-sized dots on a mountain of flesh. Water dripped from her tits across a perfectly flat belly twinkled in the reflected sunlight below her pussy. She was really stunning.

"You'll feel SOOO much better if you just get in. It's cold at first but then really refreshing."

He couldn't believe she was standing there talking to him like she was at a dinner party or something.

"Thanks, but I'm OK," he said as he finally tore his eyes away from her nakedness.

"Come, on. We want you to come in. What's the deal? Are you afraid to get naked? Then don't. Nobody gives a shit." With that, she moved closer and pulled him up by his arm and pulled him towards the water. Allen followed reluctantly, making her take up the slack of his arm before he started moving his feet. He kept his head down, but was staring at her ass the whole time. He started to feel an urgent need to be in the water to hide his boner.

Finally he was in the water up to his shoulders and standing near Jeff and Becky. Tanya had let go of his hand and moved towards Jeff, swimming on her back. She looked Allen in the eyes after she caught him staring at her white buoys floating across the water as she moved.

"Glad you decided to join us, dude," Jeff greeted him. "Doesn't the water feel great? I love skinny dipping. I love feeling my junk floating around in the water."

"Allen's not naked, sweetie. He was too nervous to take off his boxers. Don't make fun of him though," Tanya said. "I think it's so brave of him to push his boundaries." 

On paper, Tanya's words should have made Allen feel comfortable, but she said the last part in a condescending little girl voice that teased and hurt him. He felt betrayed by her. She talked him into joining them so they could make fun of him. The three of them laughed at him now and his face turned red.

Becky didn't defend him, didn't move to comfort him, laughed along with the other two. He had hoped for more. He had hoped she'd act like he thought a girlfriend would act and come close to him, push her nakedness against him, be nice to him. 

Instead, she said "Let's swim to the waterfall," and took off on her back, watching Jeff watch her tits as she did. Tanya and Jeff took off after her, easily swimming a breaststroke that Allen had never learned. In fact, he had never learned to swim. He was at the absolute edge of his comfort level being in the water as deep as he was already. He could neither walk nor swim to the waterfall, and so was forced to stand alone in the nudie pool with a dozen other naked people, with his boxers on.

And Becky knew he couldn't swim. 

He was already dry on the gravel beach by the time the other three returned and flopped down to warm under the sun. Still they didn't cover themselves. Allen grinned inwardly at Jeff's cold, shriveled cock. He thought, "he must be a grower, not a shower." It was something he had heard guys joke about.

"Allen, it was so cool at the waterfall," Becky said with her face tipped up and eyes closed. "It was so refreshing to have that heavy stream pounding down on me." With that last bit, she smirked at Jeff and Tanya who were grinning back conspiratorially. "You should have come with us; it was only a hundred feet."

"Yeah, man," offered Jeff, "it was worth the swim. And the view on that little ledge was awesome." 

Again, Allen could tell that the three of them were making fun of him and keeping him out of some innuendo. The three of them were basically flirting with each other right in front of him. Why was Becky doing this to him? He was angry and confused and frustrated.

After a few minutes, Tanya said "Becks, I'm dry enough now, would you rub some sunscreen on my back? I burn easy."

"Sure," Becky reached out towards Allen expectantly. Sighing, he took the sunscreen from his pack and handed it to her. She squirted a generous portion into her hand, and Tanya pulled her hair out of the way so Becky could spread the lotion over her back. "Now do me." After giggling, the two girls swapped positions and Tanya slowly spread lotion on Becky's back, her hands straying slightly to graze the sides of Becky's boobs.

Tanya tossed the tube to Jeff, who rubbed lotion on his arms, shoulders and chest, then, unabashedly and without missing a beat, squirted a hefty amount on his cock and began to rub it in thoroughly before moving to protect his legs.

"Allen, will you do MY back," Jeff asked sarcastically. Everyone laughed and Tanya moved to work lotion into his back.

Then time stopped. Gradually all the other voices in the pool quieted and all activity stopped as Tanya and Becky absent-mindedly rubbed thick, white, creamy lotion all over themselves. Allen's dick went steel hard under his boxers. He knew they could see him staring at them, but he couldn't stop watching the show. Becky used both hands to spread the lotion on one fat, pendulous tit at a time, and Tanya slowly spread the stuff around on her own tits and flat belly, moving her hands down across her shaved pussy and then spreading her legs slightly so she could cover the nooks and crannies there with lotion, and Becky was using a huge glob of lotion in one hand to rub over her closely trimmed pubic hair and down between her legs, dwelling there as she rubbed the lotion in before moving down her legs, and everybody watched and nobody moved for at least a full minute. It was all happening in a blur that Allen almost couldn't follow, but he stared in an effort to try to keep up. 

Gradually, the people around them resumed their conversations and activities, and the show Tanya and Becky were putting on wound down as they finished covering themselves. Allen glanced at Jeff and saw that he was erect. Less shriveled than he was when he just came out of the water, Jeff still seemed just average in Allen's estimation.

They all lay back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on their skin, and soon the warm sun, the long hike and the constant white noise of the waterfall helped them dose off to sleep.

Allen woke up with a shiver. The sun had moved an hour's worth across the sky. Becky and Tanya were getting dressed from the bottom up and had on pants, shoes and socks, but no shirts or bras. Their four tight buds of nipples and visible goose bumps were a testament to the dropping temperature. Jeff was fully clothed and sitting on the gravel putting on his shoes.

"We gotta go, bud," Jeff said. 

"Yeah," Tanya added, "it's, like, two more hours to the campsite, and it seems like the breeze is going to turn into wind tonight."

Once they all dressed, they donned their packs, and moved on down the trail away from the cool, beautiful pool and back onto the hot, dusty trail.

The Hike Ch. 03



Note: this is the third chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters. There is quite a bit of character development that will hopefully make the story flow. Please vote.



When they got to the campsite, Allen, Tanya and Jeff all busied themselves preparing for the evening-setting up the tents, setting up a kitchen, and unpacking essentials for the night. Becky did little to help. Mostly she stayed out of the way.

They combined their food for a nice dinner, which Becky devoured greedily, picking some stuff off Allen's plate as well. Then they just sat around the fire and told stories of different hikes they went on. Becky acted enthralled with every lame story or joke Tanya or Jeff would tell, and treated Allen like he was interrupting whenever he opened his mouth. And of course, all the innuendo and flirting went right on in front of him.

Jeff brought out a pint bottle of Fireball Whiskey and took a large pull before throwing the cap in the fire and handing the bottle to Tanya. She took her share and passed it to Becky who eagerly put the bottle to her lips, tipped it up high and chugged a healthy portion down. She started to hand the bottle back to Jeff, but then stuck it out towards Allen who reluctantly took a small swallow, barely wetting his tongue before handing it to Jeff.

The bottle went around like that until less than a finger's worth was left. The whole time Becky and her two new friends laughed and joked and flirted as their words began to slur. To Allen, the three of them were clearly drunk, but he knew that they just thought they were incredibly clever and funny. He felt like he was watching his chances of fucking Becky tonight swirl down the drain with each tip of the bottle. Normally, a buzzed Becky gave him a little hope. She got horny when she drank. But all of her attention was on Jeff, not Allen.

Jeff stood and moved towards his pack and began rummaging around in it. Allen stood and said to Becky, "It's time to go to bed. We have another long day tomorrow and it won't be very fun with a hangover." He turned and started for the tent.

To his back, Becky said, "I'm just going to stay up a few more minutes and then I'll be in." When she said it, "minutes" sounded more like "minutsh". He knew trying to convince her was hopeless.

Allen woke up alone in his tent. That was odd. It was dark out. The wind blew enough to make a solid rustling noise in the trees. And Becky was not in the tent with him. She hadn't been in the tent when he went to sleep, but he just assumed she came in after he did. The last thing he remembered was the three of them drunkenly talking about how beautiful the waterfall had been and how much fun it was to romp around in the cool water naked. Then Jeff had slurred, "and it was awesome seeing your tits."

When Becky didn't storm into the tent after that, but, instead, laughed hysterically at Jeff, Allen couldn't bear to listen anymore and tuned them out until he was asleep.

Now she was gone. The flap was zipped closed, so she didn't just get up to pee, leaving the flap open for the short excursion. Gradually, over the sound of the trees moving in the wind, he began making out muted voices. Since it was just he and Becky and Tanya and Jeff, the voices must be theirs. The campsite was too remote and too small for it to be anyone else.

He couldn't make out the words, but he could hear giggling and hushed conversation. He looked at his watch. It was just 10:30. He'd been asleep for about 30 minutes. He moved to the window flap and peeked through the screen. The fire from the evening smoldered, but there was no sign of Jeff or Tanya, and, disconcertingly, no sign of Becky. He looked at Jeff and Tanya's tent. It was hard to tell if the tent was moving from the wind or from movement inside.

Occasionally the wind would let up and he would hear snatches of sentences. "...sound asleep...won't wake...SHHHH!....you're bad....SSSHHHH!...." and then the wind would pick up again and it was just muffled sounds he knew were voices. The laughing and the giggling he could make out clearly no matter what. Almost always, the giggling was quickly followed by someone saying "SSHHHH!" earnestly. Allen didn't know what to think. It was obvious that Becky was in the tent with Jeff and Tanya, but his mind didn't want to accept it. What would she be doing there? When did she leave his tent? Did she even come into his tent? He didn't know because he went to sleep before she was ready. He looked out the screen again hoping to find some other explanation for her absence, but saw none.

The wind let up long enough for him to clearly hear the giggling in the other tent. He recognized Becky's laugh for sure, then some mumbled hushed conversation, then Tanya outright laughing, then Becky saying "SSSHHHH" again. Only this time her shushing was cut off by a moan, like SSSHHHHHmmmmmm!" The moan he knew was hers, and he knew she was getting some pleasure. He had been blessed with hearing that moan before as a result of stuff he did to her the infrequent times she had let him.

The wind gusted heartily and all sounds were drowned out. Allen's head was about to explode. He couldn't believe that she was over there with those two that they had just met, and that she was obviously in some intimate situation with one or both of them. He knew he should get up and get out of the tent and confront them, but he sat paralyzed in indecision. Now that the wind was blowing hard enough that he couldn't hear them anymore, he could almost imagine nothing was going on.

Then the wind let up again. There were other sounds now. He could clearly hear Becky moaning, and he could hear wet slapping sounds, timed with the cadence of her moaning, as if she were bouncing along on a horse as she moaned: "Mmmm.....mmmmmm.....mmmmmm....mmmmmm....." And then he heard Tanya shushing, and the moans got quieter. The wet slapping did not get quieter and it disturbed him. His head reeled. He knew someone was having sex in the other tent. He knew Becky was in the other tent. His brain would not come to the conclusion it should have. He couldn't let himself believe Becky was fucking Jeff in a tent mere feet away from him, her boyfriend. There had to be some other explanation. The wind came up and Allen had a moment to think without his ears being assaulted by the sounds in the other tent. Maybe Becky was just watching Jeff fuck Tanya. Last night he had heard them in their tent, and it sounded a lot like it did now. 

Still, the thought of Becky in there while they were doing it wasn't much solace. But he was still frozen by confusion. The wind distorting the words he could hear did not help. At least he hoped they were distorted because they were disturbing: "...uck....yeah.....lick.....mmmmmm......oh yeah....FUCK....mmmmmm....squee.........lick.....mother.....ck....." And still someone would shush every moment or two. In his mind he could see Becky naked on all fours with Jeff behind her, thrusting his hips as she bucked back against him. This was a position she always denied Allen. He knew if she was like this, her ample tits would be swaying back and forth with each thrust of Jeff's penis. Tanya probably sat with her legs spread in front of Becky so that she could have her pussy licked by the "ass up/head down" Becky. And Jeff, fucking Jeff, probably smiled smugly while he violated some other guy's girlfriend.

The wind gently died down to nothing. Allen's ears were again assaulted with what were clearly the sounds of someone getting laid in the tent next to his, and he was pretty sure it was Becky. The wet slapping pace had increased and he heard Becky grunting in time to it. He could also hear Tanya murmuring "Lick it, baby. Yeah. MMMMM. Yeah. That's fucking awesome." He could now clearly hear the familiar sounds Becky made during sex, and some he didn't recognize. He heard her say "FUCK me!" around what sounded like something pressed against her lips. He was revolted and turned on at the same time. He had no idea that Becky would fool around with girls. He was shocked that he had a raging erection, even though the thought of his girl with those other two was making his ears ring with anger and frustration.

The sounds and the pace increased, with every moment that passed, the occupants in the other tent worried less about keeping quiet. 

Suddenly he heard Becky clearly say "DON'T cum inside me." Followed by Tanya in a sultry voice saying "OH yeah baby, shoot it on her big tits. DO it." He heard rustling as someone moved quickly in the other tent and then Jeff was grunting and groaning. Allen wondered if he should be thankful the wet slapping noise he was sure was an assault on his girlfriend's pussy had stopped. Then he was torn between two evils. Without the wind he could hear Tanya clearly complimenting Jeff on the amount of sperm he had shot and the accuracy with which he got it on Becky: "Oh fuck, baby. You got it all on her tits. MMMMMM." In his brain, he knew that Becky's boobs were covered in a stranger's cum and that Tanya must be licking it off her. That image was hurtful enough, but the fact that his erection defied his emotions disturbed him even more.

He knew he should get out there and start yelling at all of them, calling Becky a slut and a cunt and a bitch and a whore, and whatever else he could think of. He should start packing his shit right now and leave her with these two crazy people. But he couldn't. He couldn't even muster the nerve to call out "Becky?" as if he had just woken. She was so fucking hot. The hottest girl he'd ever known, let alone had sex with (even if it wasn't that often). He liked her so much, even thought he loved her. And she was so beautiful and sexy. He didn't want to believe that his dream girl was doing this to him.

Now he could hear another slurping noise. He groaned in agony. He was sure it was the sound of a dick being licked and sucked clean. He couldn't argue with his brain any longer. He had suspended his disbelief for as long as he could and he knew that someone, probably Becky, was cleaning Jeff's dick with her mouth. He knew now that all the images-Becky's ass slapping back against Jeff's pelvis, Becky licking Tanya's pussy and Becky cleaning off Jeff's messy cock with her mouth-were all real and undeniable.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Becky moaned and whispered "WOW! I knew he was a sound sleeper. That was fucking awesome." Then he heard the zipper on the other tent. Quickly he lay back down and closed his eyes. The zipper on his tent buzzed open, and he heard Becky step through and zip it back up. He lifted his head and looked at her. She was completely naked. Huge, fat, gorgeous tits teasing him there. He could swear that, even in the dark, they glistened with wetness.

"Hi sweetie. I had to pee. Sorry I woke you." Then she sidled up next to him and put an arm over his chest. She kissed him on the cheek very close to his mouth and he could smell sex and the cinnamon of the sweet whiskey. Her face smelled vaguely the same as when he would go down on her. It was Tanya on her face. As she snuggled him, he felt a slimy wetness on her boobs transfer to his bare arm. It repulsed him, but at the same time, he couldn't argue with his rock hard erection.

So Becky was a slut. She was back here naked with him now. Obviously Jeff hadn't put any of his seed into her; Allen had the evidence on his arm to prove it. He felt her breathing get deeper as she drifted to sleep. His inability to make a decision earlier was a thing of the past. He rolled towards her and pushed her on her back and climbed on top of her. She awoke with a start, but didn't fight him. She woke right up since she hadn't really gotten into a deep sleep.

"What the heck Allen?" 

His face was close to hers. She wore a bemused look. Allen dropped his mouth on hers and kissed her open mouthed. He felt the slimy remnants of the activity he heard in the next tent, but didn't care. He'd been carrying too much of her crap, both physically and metaphorically for most of this hike, and then she banged this stranger in the tent right next to him. He was a good guy, a good boyfriend, and he deserved to have Becky the way a boyfriend would have his girlfriend in a tent, in a remote camping area, after carrying most of her belongings on his back for days.

He reached between them and roughly squeezed her tit without stopping his tongue's exploration of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth. He might have been a little inexperienced at sex, and he maybe wasn't the most handsome guy, leaning a little towards the nerdy side of the scale, but he was gifted with that nearly perfect dick. Even Becky had complimented him on it a few times. And now that dick was rock hard and pressing between their naked bellies.

Allen moved a knee between Becky's legs and tried to move her legs apart, but she resisted. It was weak resistance but it frustrated him and he squeezed her velvety soft, cum covered tit even harder. She relented so that he could move both her knees apart and position his cock in front of her entrance.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" she said.

"I don't know, all of a sudden it just seemed like the right time to fuck you," he said with sarcasm.

"OOOHH and dirty talk. Somebody put on some big boy pants. Just be quiet so we don't wake Jeff and Tanya."

"Fuck them." He pushed his dick in hard and fast. Becky's pussy was still well lubed from her time with Jeff. Allen knew this intellectually, but he wasn't being an intellectual. Becky gasped and closed her eyes. He didn't wait for anything and just began pumping full stroke into her, pounding her as his pelvis met hers. Her legs came up and wrapped around his back trying to control him and his pounding. He recognized what she was trying to do, so he let go of her boob and used both hands to grab just below her knees so he could push them back hard towards her shoulders. Then, unrestricted, he resumed his angry, lustful fucking.

"Holy shit. You did grow some balls didn't you, Dexter?" She used her pet name for him. The one that was supposed to remind him that he was a nerd, would always be a nerd and should just thank his lucky stars that she had anything at all to do with him, let alone that she let him put his dick in her, if infrequently.

Allen stopped. He looked at her. His brain was addled by a mix of lust, longing, love and disgust. He knew he was thinking with his dick right now, but knowing it didn't change it. He wanted to fuck her hard, punish her for the way she treated him, for fucking Jeff and Tanya, for flirting openly with them for days. He wanted her to feel his wrath through his dick. He wanted her to love him. It was all so confusing, made more so by the near climax he was holding back.

Awww, did I hurt your feelings?" She mocked him with her words, but in her eyes, he could see disappointment. Not disappointment in him, but disappointment that he wasn't still fucking her. It was the closest thing to real desire, real want, maybe love, that he had ever seen on her face.

"Turn over."

"Wait, what? No. Just keep going. I'm sorry I said that." For some reason, she never let him do her doggy style. Pretty much laid it out the second time they were having sex. 'No doggie for me. I'm not a dog,' she had blatantly told him. 

His face was stone, his eyes steel. He knew that she had probably just been on her hands and knees for Jeff, and he was going to have her the same way. He slowly reached to her hip and shoulder and roughly turned her over, mounting her quickly with a knee on each side of her hip, sliding his dick into her pussy between her thighs. Once again he resumed pounding her while he held her down with his hands on her back. She struggled, but she was moaning and grunting in time to his thrusts, and he realized she was struggling to push back onto him. 

"OK! OK! Let me up for a minute." He pulled out of her and moved back pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. She started to get her hands in position to hold her torso up, but he moved back in and shoved his cock into her, and then rested his weight on his hands, pushing down on her shoulders and forcing her head down and her ass up. She moaned again and began thrusting her hips back into him.

Allen was getting close to orgasm and thrusting in and out of her at a jackhammer pace. Becky's moans gained volume and intensity. He knew she was getting close to orgasm too, but didn't care.

"Oh, FUCK baby!" she started saying over and over. Then she knew he was close and tried to pull off of him so she could catch his load where she had caught Jeff's. Allen was lost in this new territory where he was actually in control. He had actually initiated pelvis pounding, aggressive, angry hot sex with the girl who had basically been teasing out pleasure to him for months. Heady with the new power he felt, he fought her struggle to get off his soon to erupt dick and held her hips for the last few thrusts until his cum did explode into her quivering pussy. 

He held her firm while he finished cumming, only vaguely aware that she was panting heavily and quivering all over. He fell forward onto her, pushing her down onto her stomach. He was still hard enough that he didn't fall out of her, and his meat acted like a cork, holding his cum inside her.

"Way to go Dexter!" It was Tanya. She and Jeff had taken to calling him by the ridiculous nickname too. They were clapping and shouting praise. It was embarrassing and empowering all at the same time. Becky didn't move or say anything. Allen finally rolled off of her and lay on his back next to her.

"Yeah, way to go asshole. You know I'm not on the pill." Her words were angry, but as she was saying them, Becky turned and laid an arm across his chest and a leg across his pelvis, smearing remnants of cum from his dick to her leg. She fell asleep shortly after that, snoring loudly into his arm. Allen lay looking at the top of the tent for what seemed like hours. 

When he opened his eyes, Becky was gone. It was light out, and he could clearly hear voices talking quietly. 

"Oh shit," he thought. "Here we go again." But there were other noises too. A camp stove hissed it's heat, making eggs sizzle, if powdered eggs can sizzle. Tanya and Becky talked quietly as he could hear them moving about the camp. It sounded like someone was packing stuff up. He could hear zippers and ruffling of things as they were folded and put where they belonged.

He dressed and unzipped the flap. Tanya, Jeff and Becky all stopped moving and stared at him. Allen tried to muster as much non-chalance as he could and stepped into out of the tent.

"Man I slept like crap last night." Jeff said. "It was really noisy. You know, with the wind and all." Tanya and Becky looked from Jeff to Allen. He remained stonefaced. Allen knew that Jeff wasn't sure what his attitude would be. He knew that Jeff would try to feel him out to see if he knew what happened in his tent between Tanya, Becky and him. 

It looked like Jeff and Tanya were packing up. Maybe this was all over and there was nothing to be done. Allen said nothing. He moved to the coffee pot on the fire and poured himself a tin cup full. The others relaxed a little.

"Yeah, the wind was really moaning," Tanya smirked with a wry look at Becky. Jeff shot her a look, and she stopped smiling.

"Anyway, Tanya and I are going to take off. We have to hike back to the car and be back home in a couple of days," Jeff said while resuming his pack job.

That meant that Tanya and Jeff were going the opposite direction of Becky and Allen. His mood began to brighten. He looked at Becky. She was watching him, trying to guage his mood. Tanya and Jeff were absorbed in their packing. 




The Hike Ch. 03



"That's too bad," Allen said with obvious insincerity. "It's been really fun hiking with you guys. We'll miss you." He didn't look up at them, but kept his eyes on Becky. She smiled uncertainly at him and went back to cooking the eggs.

"Well, I know you'll miss us. We'll just grab some breakfast after we're done packing and head on our way. You guys are probably anxious to get on up the trail to Henderson." Jeff talked without stopping his assembly of their stuff.

Allen stood and walked over to where Becky was cooking, grabbing a plastic plate along the way. He took the spatula from her and scooped most of the scrambled eggs out onto his plate and handed it back, then went back to his spot on a rock by his tent, picking up a clean fork as he did. Becky looked like she wanted to say something, but when Allen took a huge mouthful of eggs, she resumed her attention to the bit that was left in the pan.

Tanya and Jeff finished packing and went to Becky for their portion of the eggs. Out of the corner of his eye, Allen saw them look in the pan, then look at him as he shoveled the lion's share of eggs hungrily into his mouth. Nobody said anything to him.

"You know," Jeff said looking at his watch and then looking up at the sky, like he could tell something about the time or the future of the day, or something. "I think we'll just get going and make an early start of it. Becky," He moved towards her and they hugged awkwardly.

"Thanks Jeff. It was really nice meeting you guys. This was fun." She said it all mechanically, glancing at Allen as she did.

Tanya moved to hug her close and pushed her face next to Becky's for a moment. Then they parted looking each other in the eyes.

"Bye girl. Good luck and have fun."

"You too Tanya. Stay safe and be careful."

"Allen, it's been great. We'll see you around," Jeff had moved in front of Allen and was sticking his hand out to shake. 

Allen thought, "Yeah it's been fun. YOU had fun fucking my girlfriend and flirting with her for two days, making me feel like crap." But all he said was "Yeah. Safe travels." He shook Jeff's hand perfunctorily without getting up, then went back to shoving eggs in his mouth.

Tanya bent to hug him and put her mouth near his ear, nearly knocking the food out of his hands. He reached instinctively with one hand to hug her back while he held the plate in the other hand. She held him there a moment longer than normal.

Quietly, she said "She's a good girl. Don't fuck this up. Jeff's a jerk. Don't let him get to you." As she pulled away, she slid her hand down his free arm. As their hands brushed past each other, she expertly and invisibly left a small piece of paper in his hand, never breaking eye contact with him. She smiled and turned away to pick up her pack.

"Well. So long," Jeff said.

"Bye guys. Thanks for everything," Becky answered.

"Thanks for everything?" Allen thought, "What the hell does that mean?" But he just sat quietly as the couple walked up the trail and out of sight around some trees.

He looked at the paper Tanya had given him. It was her phone number. He put it in his pocket.



Note: I have the next chapter ready. I'm just tweaking a little and will put it up very soon. I think the next chapter will have a surprise in it that should be pretty hot, but also very shocking. There will be one more chapter after Ch. 04, and everything will be resolved. Not sure if Allen will be happy or not yet.



The Hike Ch. 04



Note: this is the fourth chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters.

I debated about Alan getting through this clean, with nothing to regret, or having him get dirty a little, even though he's a decent guy. I hope you like my decision.

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Allen parked in the parking spot for their apartment and got out. The air was brisk as winter had firmly set in, with the temperatures dropping steadily since September. Some of the apartment balconies still had Christmas lights hanging even though the appropriate time to take them down had long passed. He was tired from work but eager to get in to see Becky. 

In the months since the camping trip she had been nicer to him. She still called him Dexter and made fun of the fact that he was more or less a nerd in her eyes, but it was, deep down, good natured ribbing. She ignored him less and was considerate of his feelings when they were at parties or in public. Where before she just expected him to follow her around and keep quiet, now she held his arm or his hand as they mingled. If any men seemed a bit too interested or aggressive, she would introduce Allen as her boyfriend and try to find some common ground that the men could talk about.

She had carried her full share of the camping stuff out of the mountains after breakfast that day. She insisted that he was carrying too much, and put most of the cooking stuff in her pack for the rest of the trip. She even gave him back and shoulder rubs at night, telling him that if he needed too, he could put more stuff in her pack.

And she fucked him. She fucked him a lot, and not begrudgingly. And doggie style was definitely on the table. Once she even told him forcefully, "Do me like you did in the tent!" a command with which he happily complied, driving her head into the pillow and pushing on her shoulders.

Every once in a while she would be the old Becky for the scantest of moments. She'd whine, or try to manipulate him into doing something that she could have easily just asked him to do instead. And often times she just disappeared for hours giving no explanation when she showed back up. She never said why she didn't answer his texts or phone calls, just claimed she was getting some "Becky Time". But all in all he was pretty happy and felt pretty lucky and rarely thought about the events that had brought them to this point. His imagination rarely invaded by the graphic image of his beautiful girlfriend getting railed by Jeff while they thought he was asleep in the next tent. He infrequently remembered the feeling of Jeff's wet, slick goo on Becky's tits as she cuddled with Allen in their own tent afterwards.

So, he was happy. And happy to be home to Becky. He had flowers for her, and a cooked meal from the luxury market near their home. It was Friday and he had gotten out of work an hour early to surprise her. She had been a little under the weather lately, just run down and tired. He hoped to fix that.

The door wasn't locked and he moved inside with a smile on his face, expecting to meet a happy Becky.

Instead, he saw a different Becky. The apartment living room was small, so coming in the entry put you right in it. Becky faced him, naked, legs spread, arms back, pregnant belly moving up and down, her feet on the thighs of a fat black man as he sat on the couch under her. She was obviously in the middle of something. His thick, dark, dark cock was buried in her pussy and he was pushing her up and down with one hand on her hip. Her wide spread legs gave him a perfect view of the engagement, even under her large, round belly.

Another, less fat, but large man stood on the couch next to her. She stroked his above average sized cock with her lips as he pushed her head towards his belly with one hand. They all grunted and moaned with the effort of what they were doing. Becky was sweating and her chest-with her huge, pregnancy enhanced boobs-glowed red. The fat guy on the bottom was squeezing one massive tit in his hand as he helped her up and down on his cock with the other. The guy whose dick she was sucking was playing roughly with the other one. Her belly, fat with 8 and half months of baby, moved up and down as she fucked.

His mouth dropped open so spill out some words, but before he could, naked Tanya came down the hall and into the room backwards, pulling another man by his really small dick and laughing. Her ass was red and her hair was a mess. Two more naked men followed the one who's dick she held.

Allen wanted to scream. Wanted to run in and start punching people. Wanted to cry. Wanted to scream. He just stood, slack jawed, arms at his sides, flowers pointing dejectedly downward and stared at the scene in his living room.

Tanya saw the man she was facing look over towards Allen and followed his gaze. At the same time, Becky must have seen Allen too.

"Oh shit," Becky said.

"Oh shit," Tanya repeated.

The fat black man looked at Allen, but didn't stop fucking Becky. "Who's the new guy?" He asked.

Allen turned around and stepped back through the door, closing it behind him. 

Just outside the apartment door was a lawn. Across the lawn was a bench. Allen sat on the bench holding the flowers and the food in the chill air. He couldn't bear to look at the apartment and so looked down at the grass by his feet.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but he was shivering when he heard the door to his apartment open. He was really cold, so he knew it wasn't moments or a few minutes, but more like 10 or 20 minutes before Becky stepped out of the apartment. He didn't look up as she walked across the grass.

She sat next to him on the bench.

"Shit," She said. Then she repeated it "Shit."

Allen lifted his head to look at her.

"What the fuck, Becky? What the fuck was that?" He wanted to hit her. He wanted to hit her right in her face, and, now that he was looking at her, he could see that she hadn't completely wiped all the cum off her face. She noticed him looking at her cheek and used the sleeve of her robe to wipe off the last remnants. He sat stone still.

"Look," she started. Then stopped. "Look. Tanya knows these guys. It's not like you think. I don't really know those guys."

"Wow, making me feel so much better."

"No, I mean, Tanya knows these guys and they have money. Those guys in there have money. And they like young girls. And they're married. Well except for Albert. He's divorced."

Allen just stared at her.

"Anyway, they have money, they like young girls and Tanya knows how to put those two things together. Then when they heard she had a pregnant friend, they begged her to work something out. See, it's for the money. For us."

"Wait, what? For us?! How is two men ramming their dicks into you for US!?"

"I know you're upset, but this is just sex. It doesn't mean anything, and it's a LOT of money. I'm talking thousands, with an 'S'. Please, please just try to understand. I don't have a job, I don't contribute to...us. I'm as big as a house, and it's a LOT of money."

"I don't care about the money. I thought you loved me. I thought we were happy. I knew I should have dumped you after that bullshit with Jeff and Tanya last summer. FUCK!"

Becky looked shocked. But not shocked by Allen's outburst, shocked because she never thought he knew about Tanya and Jeff. She thought he had suspicions, but he never addressed the issue so directly.

"Awww, Dex, come on. We need money. Everybody needs money. I want this kid to have everything he needs. This is a LOT of money. We won't have to worry about college."

"College!? Jesus, how long has this been going on. College?"

"I told you, these guys have a lot of money. I told Tanya 'no' a ton of times, but every time she came back, the number was bigger. It got so big I had to say 'yes'." Becky was starting to shiver. Allen was practically shaking off the bench with cold.

"Allen, sweetie. I'm really sorry, but look, these guys have a lot of money. Money that makes them think the rules don't apply to them. I was able to get out of there to talk to you, but if I don't go back, they're going to get mad and I might have a problem. They paid for the afternoon and if they don't get it, I don't know what will happen."

"They paid for the afternoon?! God Becky, how many guys...How often...what did you... FUCK!"

"Look, we can talk later...please? Just go to Giorgio's and wait there for 30 more minutes. Then come home and we'll talk. I really have to go. I'm freezing." With that, she stood up and bent to kiss him on the cheek. He pulled away. Clenching her robe against the cold, she walked back to the apartment. As the door opened, he heard a few hoots and shouts which stopped the second the door closed. It happened fast, but he could swear he saw her drop her robe before the door even closed.

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"Show me," Allen said.

"OK," Becky answered.

She stood and waddled to the closet. She took down an Uggs shoe box. The kind for the slippers, not the boots. She came back to the bed and sat next to him, setting the box in her lap. When she opened the top of the box, there were fat stacks of cash wrapped with rubber bands. The box was full to the top.

"This is thirty five thousand," she said blandly.

"How long did this take?"

"That's four visits. Four afternoons."

"Five guys every time?"

Becky looked down. She couldn't meet his eyes. "Sometimes more. We told them it was a flat rate for an afternoon. Tanya said that if they could split the cost, we could keep the fixed rate for the afternoon. Sometimes, even though these guys have so much money, they get cheap and want to divide the cost between more guys. Or maybe they bring business associates. I don't know."

She stood up and went to the closet again. She moved some clothes and then looked expectantly back at Allen. He could see 4 more boxes of different sizes-some bigger, some smaller than the first one-on the shelf she had cleared. Her meaning was clear-all the boxes had money in them.

"Fuck me," Allen said softly.

"No charge," Becky said, then frowned. It was meant to lighten the mood, but as soon as she said it she felt bad. Allen just stared at her.

"I'm really sorry, Dex, but it's just sex. It's just meaningless sex, and I get paid a lot of money for it. I was going to try to invest the money in something so you would never find out. Once I have the baby, the price goes way down and it's not worth it."

"What do you mean once you have the baby. You mean you're going to keep doing this?"

"We have two more sessions. The deposit has been paid. These guys don't like changes. Tanya and I have to go through with it."

"Tanya, what the fuck does she do except collect money? Tanya," he spit out her name.

"She sets everything up. She also helps out."

"How? By shoving more dicks into you?"

"No. She sort of warms the guys up. Are you sure you want to know all this?"

Allen waited a few heartbeats before answering. "Yeah. Tell me."

"She helps by making it easier on me, OK?" Becky paused, unsure how to go on. "Well, I'm the main attraction. They all want to have sex with the pregnant girl. That's the draw. But it's too much if they all just start from scratch, so Tanya..."

"Oh, I get it, Tanya is the warm up fuck!" 

Becky resumed, ignoring Allen's interruption. "Tanya gets them started and closer, so they don't last as long with me. Sometimes she brings another girl to help out too. It would be too much if she didn't."

"Too much dick, is that what you're saying?" Allen was calm, but he was mad. Becky was trying hard to keep him reeled in, so he wouldn't fly off the handle and make any rash decisions. So she didn't respond to his jab.

"Baby, I need to do these last two sessions, then I'm done. I would never have done this if it wasn't for the huge amounts of money. You see that, don't you? She leaned over and put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. Allen was quiet and didn't hug her back.

Finally, he said "Alright," and hugged her. She smiled, but Allen wasn't smiling.

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For the rest of that 'week and over the weekend, things seemed pretty normal. Allen had become warm to her again, and she had felt like everything was OK. They went to a doctor's appointment, had lunch together during his break from work, and had a nice candle-lit dinner together in the apartment on Monday.

In bed Monday night, they talked intimately about the future. They talked baby names. Allen teased Becky that he wanted to name the baby Dexter, or Poindexter. Becky was more practical. 

Then Allen said "I want to be here."

"I know, you'll be in the delivery room, Dex," she answered.

"No. That's not what I meant. I want to be here for the next session." He held her hands and looked in her face. "I feel bad that you're doing this for me, for us, and I want to make sure that I'm there to keep you safe."

"I don't know, man. I mean, Tanya's there, and we've never had anything happen before. I think I'll be OK."

"It's really important to me." For some reason, it was important to Allen. One of the problems he had with his discovery of Becky fucking the strange guys in their living room, was that a part of him didn't care. He told her he wanted to be there to protect her, but he was unsure himself why he felt he needed to be a small part of this craziness.

Maybe it was because he had felt humiliated by her more than once. Sometimes it was minor little things, like making fun of him for wearing the wrong shirt and pants combination, but other times more serious humiliations, like when she fucked Jeff in the tent. Maybe he wanted to be there to watch her experience some degrading, disgusting sex with the men.

"I'll just sit in the kitchen and be there if you need me. I promise I won't be a problem. I get what you're doing, and I get that it's just business for us. Please, let me be a part of this. For us."

Becky thought for a moment. "I'll have to ask Tanya, but if it's really important, I'll do it."

Allen smiled and hugged her. Once his face was past hers and she couldn't see him, his smile turned cold.

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Tanya thought it was weird but gave in to Becky and let Allen be in the apartment for the next session. He was home alone when she showed up. Becky had gone to the store for some mundane household stuff and must have been delayed. 

Allen answered the doorbell. Tanya's face lit up into a huge smile when she saw Allen. Allen's face remained non-committal.

"Hello stud!" she greeted him. "Long time no see. How come you never called me? Man, after that fuck you threw into Becky on the mountain, I really wanted some of your tall stick of candy."

Allen turned and went to the kitchen, ignoring Tanya and her twisted come-ons. She followed him in and got up close to him so that when he turned around, she was inches from him, but not touching him. She grabbed his hand and put it on her soft, plump boob. She had no bra on under the shirt she wore.

"How long before Becky's back, stud? Want to get some before the party starts?" She used her other hand to massage his growing cock under his pants. "Hmmm. Looks like Jr. wants to play. What do you say?"

Allen squeezed her tit and moved his face closer to hers. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she leaned towards him. He moved her hand off his crotch, let go of her boob and stepped back, leaving Tanya kissing the air where his face was supposed to be.

"No thanks," was all he said as he moved away from her. He busied himself with nothing in the sink.

"Wow. Really. Are you sure? I'll probably offer again, but you might like being first instead of last."

Allen said nothing and ignored her.

"OK. Your loss," she said as she stripped her shirt off and threw it at him. She turned and walked out of the kitchen, undoing her pants as she did. Allen stepped to the entrance of the kitchen to watch her go. She stooped to remove her pants and threw them on the couch. Totally nude, she turned and looked him in the eye, watching him as he looked her up and down.

"Still no? Oh well."

And then she was on her way to the bedroom. He watched her firm round ass as she walked away. He had to admit, for a guy who didn't get laid much a year ago, it was hard to pass up a sure thing.

Becky came through the door with some toilet paper and a small bag of groceries about 20 minutes later. Allen had to turn down Tanya two more times by then. One of her propositions involved her sitting on the couch with her legs spread and a finger in her pussy while she tried to tease him into sex. He still resisted her and could tell that she was getting into the challenge of it.

Becky handed him the groceries and took the TP to the bathroom.

"Now you have to stay there and stay quiet," she reminded him. "The clients will be here in just a minute."

"Clients! Ha, that's a laugh," said Tanya.

Becky shot her a look and went on her way. Allen went back into the kitchen.

The door bell rang, and Tanya went to answer it in the nude. Two black men and a blond guy stood at the door when she opened it. Each was over six feet tall. One was really overweight and they all looked to be in their late 40's or even older. They eyed Tanya like a cold beer on a hot day.

"Come on in," she said and stepped aside. Each of them gave her a ravenous once-over as they walked past her naked body. Just as she started to shut the door, a hand stopped it and pushed it open. Two more men, one black and one a dark haired, balding white man, came in before Tanya could close the door.

"Hello Jackie," she said to the last guy. He wrapped her in his huge arms and pulled her close before moving into the room.

"Hey baby. Everything ready to go?" The guy she called Jackie said.

"Yeah. Everything is great. We've been waiting for you. One thing though, Becky's friend is here. He's just gonna be in the kitchen in case we need anything, like beers or food or something. He's totally cool." 

Jackie looked into the kitchen and saw Allen. Allen knew that Jackie made the same judgment everyone else usually did when they first met him-"nerd". He saw no threat and moved on his way.

From the kitchen, Allen heard Becky in a very cheerful voice say "Well hi guys. I'm Becky. Welcome." Allen peeked out of the kitchen and saw Becky in a bikini that covered little of her massive boobs and was equally revealing on the bottom. Three of the men already had their shirts off and moved without a word to Becky, running their huge hands over her body as she stood and let them. It turns out the bikini was pretty much wasted effort because the men had the top off and her boobs out faster than a Vegas quick change act. The really overweight guy slurped one of her tits loudly.

With three men paying attention to Becky, Tanya captured the other guys' attention by taking them by the hand and walking towards the bedroom.

"Let's get our own thing going," she said. The two men followed her into the bedroom looking back at the party getting started on Becky.

The three with Becky wasted no time getting her bottoms off and were touching her all over, rubbing her fat belly and dipping fingers between her legs, which she spread slightly, welcoming the attention there. Allen was mesmerized by it. She just gave herself up so eagerly to these men and he wasn't sure if she knew them at all. How could he have been fooled by her these last few months.

He thought back to how she had changed since the hike, since he had stood up for himself with her. She had been nicer, more loving, more eager for sex with him and more considerate of his needs. She was so much changed that he asked her to move in with him before he even knew she was pregnant. When he found out she was pregnant, he accepted it, welcomed it, and told her that he loved her. She was happy and making him happy. But who knows what was really going on. She might have been doing these kind of "parties" the whole time.




The Hike Ch. 04



By the time he returned from his reminiscing, Becky was on the couch on her back. The fat man was between her legs licking her pussy eagerly. One of the other men was feeding his large black dick into her mouth while the other guy helped her pump her hand up and down his own cock. Becky moaned around the meat in her mouth and squirmed against the fat man's mouth. Allen was erect. He was disgusted, happy, excited and revolted all at the same time. If this was a porn movie, he'd be just OK with it and would probably switch to something else, but he couldn't change anything, and that was his pregnant girlfriend getting manhandled in HIS livingroom.

He stepped back into the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge and took a long pull. He stood with his hands on the countertop, wondering how he got himself into this situation with such a girl. He regretted always putting up with so much from her in the beginning just because she was so hot. He drank more of his beer and listened to the sounds from the other room.

After a few minutes he stepped back to where he could see Becky and the men. He could hear Tanya and her two guys in the bedroom. He knew her sound from the time they were camping together and she fucked Jeff like nobody was around. Becky was now on her back sitting on the fat man like she was when he caught her at this a week ago. His cock was shoved into her, spreading her red pussy lips wide. He bounced her on his cock mercilessly. Allen thought "If my dick was that big, I'd worry about hurting her".

Becky's tits bounced with the motion. The other two men were taking turns feeding her their cocks. Sometimes she managed to get both in at the same time. Then one of the men grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a really generous amount around Becky's crotch. The black cock there glistened with the stuff. Becky was lifted up and the huge cock came out of her pussy and Allen imagined he could hear it slap closed. Then she was being lowered onto the same cock, only this time is was sliding towards her ass.

"Whoa, wait a minute," she started to say. Her voice was not as in control as normal and she sounded just slightly...concerned. She repeated "wait, wait. Hold on guys," but nobody was listening and the big dick entered her asshole as she groaned and squirmed. Allen found that he was extremely turned on by her being humiliated like that. She continued to struggle and squirm, but it did no good. A dick was shoved in her mouth keeping her from complaining, and the one in her ass kept sliding steadily in until there was none left.

Allen watched in awe as Becky's ass gobbled up the thick meat and then pushed it back out and then gobbled it again. He felt there was no way she could possibly be doing what he was seeing in front of his own eyes. Soon, Becky was riding the dick on her own, using her legs to move her ass up and down without being forced. The men made approving comments about her and her tits and her ability to fuck. The whole time, one of the men was rubbing her clit.

Then he stepped between her legs and moved to push his cock into her pussy. With her big baby belly, positioning was difficult, but everyone seemed to work together and got it done. Soon she was moaning in either agony or ecstasy as two dicks pounded into her. Her moans were muffled as she gobbled the third one with her mouth.

The pace quickened as the men seemed to be getting close to ejaculating. Allen didn't want to watch any more, but he couldn't tear himself away. At one point Becky made eye contact with him, a surprised look on her face as her eyes dropped to Allen's crotch and the boner that lay just under his pants. Her eyebrows went up in question. Allen's face remained blank and gave her nothing.

Before he knew it, the men were shooting loads into her ass and pussy, shouting and grunting as they did so. Becky was being used and tossed around like a pregnant rag doll. The man on top pulled his dick out and quickly moved his hand to catch the jiz that immediately started oozing from her pussy. He scooped it up and rubbed it on her fat titties, laughing the whole time. Then the guy in her ass moved roughly to get out of her and out from under her, literally tossing her off to the side. The cum scoop guy reached between her legs and scooped more thick creamy goo from down there and wiped her face with it. He cleaned his hand off on her hair. The others laughed. Becky smiled.

Without any preamble or communication, the guy she had been blowing moved between her legs and started fucking her hard. Her body rocked and her tits jolted back and forth from the effort of him pumping his cock into her. The other guys watched and stroked their cocks absently.

Before long, Jackhammer was ready to cum and pulled his dick out to shoot all over Becky's chest and stomach. She used her hands to spread the cream on her skin and then licked her hands and fingers while she smiled at the men.

Allen stepped back into the kitchen, dazed by what he had just witnessed. Becky was a slut for sure, but he never imagined anything like this. It was almost more than he could handle, even though it was what he thought he wanted. Becky was, for sure, in a humiliating situation, but she didn't seem to be too bothered by it. She actually seemed to enjoy it.

The noises in the living room went on and Allen could almost tune them out. He had no idea how long a session normally lasted, but he remembered that the time he caught her, Becky had finished by about 5:30. It was already 2:00, but that still left almost 4 hours of her getting used and fucked, and he had volunteered to be here for the whole thing. His conflicted erection notwithstanding, he really was beginning to regret his decision. He opened another beer and chugged most of it before putting it down.

Eventually, sick curiosity got the best of him, and moved to view the living room again. Becky wasn't there. Tanya was well on her way to matching Becky's performance earlier. The fat man was on the couch still, with Tanya riding his fat, meaty cock while she rubbed her tits in his face and he slobbered all over them. The only other man in the room stood on the couch and let her bob her mouth up and down his cock. They all moaned and grunted. Tanya's skin glistened with sweat and her chest and shoulders were red with exertion, while her ass looked like it would bruise soon from getting slapped by the big black hands.

The man getting blown caught Allen's eye and winked. Allen didn't know what to do. He was just an observer and hadn't intended for anyone to see him. The man nodded towards Tanya's ass, bouncing up and down on the fat man. He mouthed "Go ahead," silently. 

Allen was perplexed. Tanya was basically the reason all this was going on, as far as he was concerned. She got Becky to do this, and probably got Becky to fuck Jeff on the hike. She was the enemy, and he hated her for it. But she had a really nice ass and it was just sitting there. Hell, she probably wouldn't even notice him moving in there to fuck her. And what could Becky say? He had just watched her service three guys, right in front of him.

He moved a few steps into the living room. The man who had initially invited him, nodded and smiled, confirming the invitation again. Allen moved a few more steps and undid his belt. The whole time, Tanya bobbed her ass up and down on the fat man, grunting, moaning and groaning as she did. Allen's pants dropped, then his boxers. His hard dick pointed out in front of him like a divining rod towards Tanya's ass. The distance closed inch by inch and then he had her hips in his hands and was working the head of his dick into her slick ass crack, collecting lube as he did. The guy in front held her head on his dick so she couldn't turn around to see who was about to fuck her, but she stopped her up and down movement to allow easier access, of which Allen took advantage. He slid firmly into her until his balls stopped him. 

The fat man started grunting in earnest and Allen had a hard time keeping his rhythm as he pushed in and out of Tanya. He felt bad. He felt dirty. He felt a little vindicated. He felt her ass swallow his rod again and again. Soon, he was grunting and moaning. He knew he was getting close to his angry climax, and for a scant second thought about Tanya's feelings, then pushed them back and didn't think about anything but her ass around his cock.

He thrust and thrust, harder each time, until he had had enough and was pushing in as hard as he could while his cum splashed Tanya's insides over and over. The other guys encouraged him with things like "Way to go, man." And "Get it boy!" He barely heard them as he pulled out and pulled his pants up. 

Finally, the man let go of Tanya's head so she could take her mouth off him. When she turned and saw Allen, her eyebrows rose, then she just smiled and went back to work on the big black cock near her face. Allen felt disgusted with himself. He totally gave in to the moment and to his penis and did something that made him feel dirty. And he felt even worse because he was glad he did it. He felt like Tanya deserved it.

Instead of going into the kitchen, he grabbed a hoody and went out the door. It was 4:00 by then. It was cold, but Allen was oblivious to the cold, lost in the haze of anger, frustration and confusion. He walked down the block and kept walking. By the time he stopped and thought about going back, it was 4:45 and the cold caressed him through the hoody, making him shiver.

At 5:15, he went back into the apartment. Nobody was in the living room, but he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He called out, but nobody answered, so he assumed that Becky was in the shower washing the evidence of the afternoon off herself. He grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa, but then realized what had been going on there minutes before and moved to an overstuffed chair.

That's the way Becky found him, just sitting there drinking a beer, staring at the floor. Becky sat heavily in a chair on the other side of the room looking at him.

"I'm really sorry, really sorry," she said. "I know it's tough. The only way I make it through is by thinking about the money."

Allen didn't speak.

"Maybe you shouldn't be around for the last session tomorrow. I know it must be hard for you. But it doesn't mean anything to me. It's just the money. It's like I go to a different place and it's not even me doing those things."

"Yeah," Allen said softly. "Maybe I'll be somewhere else. That was not what I expected. I don't know what I expected. I just...I don't know. It's going to take some time to process this."

Becky walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder. Then she walked out the door saying she had some errands to run. He figured she was just giving him some alone time. He could use some alone time. Months ago, he was just happy that someone as hot as Becky was even looking at him, then she was talking to him, then they were doing it. He couldn't believe his luck.

Yeah, he was lucky alright.



The Hike Ch. 05



Note: this is the final chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters. Also, please note that this is the conclusion of the saga with Allen and Becky, but there's no sex in it. If you liked the previous chapters only for the sex, you can skip this. If you got into the story and loved what the sex scenes did for it, then read on to find out how it all turns out.

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Becky screamed at him. "Stop fucking breathing on me! Your breath stinks and hurts my skin!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help." Allen held her hand as she lay in the hospital bed. Legs up, staff all around, little machines going "Beep" and "Bing" all over the room. Contractions were coming less than a minute apart. Finally, after more hours then Allen could remember, the baby was imminent. Allen was cool. He knew what to expect. But he didn't expect Becky to be so intense. He thought she was a bit tougher than she was acting, but he figured fucking 5 or 6 guys for 4 hours was a lot less work than trying to push a baby out in the very early hours of a new day after laboring for 20 hours straight.

After dragging on for an often excruciating 20 hours, things suddenly moved in a blurr. Becky screamed often. The medical staff, dressed in their colorful, artfully adorned scrubs, came and went almost randomly, numbers were thrown out about time between contractions, and dilation, heart rates, respiratory rates, and cc's of this and that.

At some point an OBGYN must have come in the room because instructions for Becky to "PUSH!" were delivered calmly and authoritatively, and then there was the desperate, high-pitched infant's cry. Allen left Becky's side to follow the nurse with the baby to check it out. It was a boy. He was blue, but getting less so right in front of Allen's eyes. He was beautiful. Gross, but beautiful all at once. The nurse handled him more roughly than Allen would have expected as she cleaned him and did several tests.

Swaddled by the nurse, the baby was brought back to lie on Becky's chest while work was done between her legs to do whatever doctors do after a baby comes out of a vagina. Allen didn't know or care what was happening there. She looked at her new baby boy, and even though she was exhausted, Becky beamed over him. Allen stroked her hair as he looked at the new life that, moments ago, hadn't been in the world.

"He's beautiful," Becky said. "He's just beautiful."

"I love you," Allen responded.

Becky looked at his face. "Oh, Dexter. Isn't he beautiful?" Then she turned back to the baby in her arms and made cooing noises.

Allen squeezed her hand and then put it down gently at her side. He thought the baby was beautiful. He was instantly in love with his baby boy the minute he saw him. He knew he'd love him forever. He wasn't as sure about Becky.

The medical staff thinned out of the room over the next hour. The maternity floor they were on was very quiet after Becky's screaming ruckus ended, and she was drifting off to sleep with just Allen and the baby in the room to keep her company.

"Let me take him and put him in the basinet so you can rest, and then I'll get you some ice chips and be right back." As she drifted to sleep, he walked out the door with a cup in hand.

He didn't go to the ice machine. He didn't go to the nurse to ask where the ice machine was. He didn't go back to Becky's room.

He had told her he loved her. After all she had done that would cause most men to walk out on her long ago, he still told her he loved her, and he did still love her. But she didn't say it back, didn't acknowledge that he had said it. He felt that with that little slip, she had showed her hand. She was with him because she needed a father for the baby they had made accidentally, and, somehow, Allen had been duped into accepting that role, while she persisted in a lifestyle that was not the lifestyle of a woman in love with the father of her baby. He caught her at it. He watched her at it. He knew there was more that she wasn't telling him.

He finally did call Tanya after the last "session" was over and asked her what was really going on. Tanya had loyalty to Tanya and didn't care a lick about Becky or Allen. She didn't care if Allen and Becky stayed together. She didn't care if Allen's feelings were hurt. She was done with Becky once the last session was over because she knew the baby would come any day after that. Becky's novelty would disappear with her swollen belly, so did Tanya's ability to use her for the lucrative sessions. She didn't care if she gave information that ruined their relationship. 

Caring only for herself, Tanya told Allen what she knew and what she thought. She knew Becky had been cheating on him since they first started dating. She knew that Becky enjoyed the session for more than the money. She thought Becky was a self absorbed slut, who loved the attention as much as the money. She thought that Becky just kept him around because he would be a good father. She figured Becky thought she could keep him in the dark about the life she lived away from him, and, by doing so, have the best of both worlds: the one with Allen and the one he had seen in their living room.

No, he didn't go back to the room. And neither did the swaddled, brand new baby in his arm. He set the empty water cup down on a counter without stopping and walked right out of the hospital.

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The southern air was warm for a fall afternoon. The air conditioner in the hybrid sedan worked casually to keep Allen, Amanda and baby Cole comfortable as they tooled along the country road. Allen looked at Amanda and beamed. She was beautiful. She was shapely. She was smart. And she said "I love you" when he said it to her. 

Only after they'd been dating for almost 7 months did he tell her anything about Becky. He told her about the hike and about Jeff and Tanya and about the sessions, and, reluctantly, the truth about the baby and how he and Cole ended up together without a wife or mother. She had been shocked when she should have been, angry when she should have been, and she expressed sorrow and concern for him and his feelings. She didn't judge him; she didn't try to fix him. She loved and accepted him and his baby.

She had a good job. She was beautiful and classy and kind, and treated strangers well and friends better. And she loved to have sex with him more than Becky ever pretended to, satisfying him and teaching him to satisfy her. She had no reservations with him in the bedroom and they did things that made him hot and excited and embarrassed all at the same time. 

They drove down a country road in silence, leaves blowing in the gust of wind their car created as they sped along. Allen was comforted by the thick wad of cash in his front pocket. He knew they would need it for their weekend getaway. No Motel 6 for him and Amanda. He had arranged lodging in only 5 star hotels. He worked hard at his moderate-paying job, but he didn't use that money for this kind of adventure. He kept socking that money away in his 401k and other investments. The money he used to play with, to pay for the hotels, to buy the shiny new hybrid, that money sat in 7 file boxes in his storage locker registered to "Dexter Smith." Becky had pretended to bare all to him when she showed him the boxes of money in the closet, but he had figured out, from talking to Tanya, that she had only showed him part of the money she had collected from the many sessions she had done with Tanya almost as soon as she and Allen had returned from the hike.

A little snooping around the apartment and he found more boxes in her closet. Found cash in her drawers, even found a huge amount in food boxes in the pantry. He took it all before she got out of the hospital. He paid for the apartment for a year up front so that she could at least have a place to live. In a note he left explaining about the apartment he told her that if she tried to come after him to get the baby, he would expose her in a family court and she would lose. He was sure that a mother who lets strangers gang bang her for money would not win custody over a father with a regular, secure job. The fact that Tanya would probably relish the idea of acting as a witness probably chilled Becky on the idea of fighting for her money or her baby because he never heard from her once he left.

Allen reached for Amanda's hand and gently squeezed it. She took his hand in both of hers and kissed it lovingly, making him smile. It was going to be a great weekend. Maybe he'd find a babysitter so he could get Amanda to go for a hike with him. Maybe not.

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Well, that's it. If you stuck it out and read this far, thanks very much. I guess this story didn't have as much appeal as I'd hoped. I'll have to go back to the drawing board. Thanks again, and check out some of my other offerings and please vote.