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The Hills are Alive

By: KnottLynnHardey



Trish lived a little over an hour away from the mountains, some of the most beautiful in the world, in many people's opinion, but she practically never got out to them. She was busy with school, work and a full fitness regime. 

Yet she yearned to go out and climb in them. A very athletic woman Trish loved the idea of pitting herself against the natural splendor of those mountains and climbing them.

When at last she found the time to get away and spend some time in the wilderness she packed up and went to a trail hike that she had never been to. One of her great joys in life was physical and mental challenge and she anticipated both on this trip. 

When ready, Trish drove out to the mountains with her gear. Parking at the trailhead she saw other people gathering their things to start hiking. There were two groups already there, a young couple in their mid twenties who were just disappearing into the trees, and a group of men. The men ranged in age by a fair amount, the oldest looking mid thirties, the youngest who looking to be her age, 19 or twenty. 

Trish waited until the couple was out of sight then she climbed out of her car. She wore tan hiking boots that went up to her ankle, and grey wooly socks rolled down to the top of the boot. Her tan legs were bare up to her shorts, which were loose, light jogging shorts that cut high on the thigh, and looked so loose that a hand would easily slip right up inside them. On top she wore a light, loose, collared, blue plaid shirt, open at the front to reveal a light-blue bikini top that was small triangles of cloth on tiny strings. The string was tied tight and her breasts were pushed together giving her cleavage. The plaid shirt was tied over her belly allowing her toned stomach to show. 

On her head Trish wore a blue bandana holding back her loose bangs, while the rest was tied into two ponytails, one on each side. Going around the back of her car Trish was acutely aware of the attention she had garnered, and she quite enjoyed being looked at. Trish knew she was an exhibitionist at heart and the male attention was making her warm and squishy inside. 

The parking lot grew silent as boisterous conversations dropped off. Trish showed off her long, lean legs. The strong muscles of her calves and thighs moved beneath her sleek skin as she walked. Popping the hatch Trish pulled out a large backpack. She had brought a four-person tent, a lightweight sleeping bag and a yoga mat to soften the ground a tad. She had packed lightweight high protein food, water purifier tablets and cooking gear for one. The pack was almost forty pounds, but she was suddenly hopeful she wouldn't have to hike too far with it all. Not with all that male company to spend time with. 

Turing her back to the car, angled so that the group of now quiet men got the best view, she hauled the pack over her shoulders, her breasts thrusting out as she worked her shoulders in. Much jiggling and bouncing got the pack in just the right spot. Then various straps around her hips, shoulders and breasts were adjusted thoroughly. All in all Trish managed to show off her body excellently. Things were off to a good start as Trish moved off into the woods, her car locked and her spirits high. This might just prove to be an excellent vacation.

Walking up the trail she soon began to perspire with the muggy heat, and under the strain of the pack. The bag weighed almost a third of her body weight, and even in her fantastic condition this was a workout. Slowing down Trish listened for company on the trail, and soon enough she heard it. The gang of men were closing in and talking loudly among themselves. The first of the group to approach was talking back over his shoulder to the man behind him. They were discussing a movie Trish had not seen and they were relishing a performance.

"I don't think Richard E. Grant has topped himself since. He has done great work, but Withnail is his best performance." 

"I'm not arguing that, I'm saying that he hasn't been given the opportunity to top it. I think he could, given the right role."

"You could probably say that about any actor."

"Naw, some actors just give up, and lose their edge. Like Gary Oldman. Since he sobered up, he lost his edge. I'm glad he's happier in life and all that, but his work isn't as good. He isn't a lean mean acting machine anymore."

"No, I'm sure he has got a lot of great stuff left in him. He just got sidetracked by the paycheck. Not that the Batman movies aren't amazing, but they weren't going to give him any room to do a performance like Heath Ledger. Imagine Gary Oldman as the Joker?"

"There was talk of it once."

"Hi there." The leader called up to Trish.

Turning she said "Hi" back. The man was about three feet behind her and not in a hurry to pass it would seem.

"Gorgeous day isn't it?"

"Yeah, we chose the right day to hike." She replied.

"You going it alone?"

"Yup."

"You not worried? I take it from that pack you aren't just going in for a few hours."

Grinning she said, "I figured there would be lots of folks on the trail if I got lonely."

The man pushed up beside her and smiled at her. He was around thirty, with good strong features, handsome, not cute, clean-shaven with a strong jaw and dark eyes. His hair was short and brown with golden highlights. This was a guy Trish could look at for years to come. 

"I can't believe you're doing this alone. Is this some sort of spiritual journey, or quest or something?"

"No. I just wanted to get out into nature, to feel the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair and all that."

"It sure is great out here. We come up all the time, this group of us. We all, at one time or another, worked for the same company, though not all at the same time."

Trish felt the second man walking close behind, the voices behind him became quieter, perhaps wondering what these two were talking about.

"My name's is Pia." Trish said impulsively and held out her hand to the man next to her. It suddenly occurred to her that she was going to have a very wild weekend, and she decided to protect her identity.

"I'm Cale." He took her hand in his strong grip. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. Who this?" Turning Trish held out her hand to the man close behind.

"I'm Roger." He too had a strong grip; his hands were more callused, but still not a working man's hands.

"Pia." 

The three of them chatted as they walked. The path was clear and easy, and the trees far enough back from the path to allow for a view of the fabulous mountains around them. Periodically others of the group of men would come up and try and get in on the conversation, but it proved to be too awkward on the trail, and Trish had no real sense of them. Cale and Roger she got to know well, and they in turn learned a great deal about a girl named Pia who was an art student specializing in performance art. Trish created the whole character out of thin air, just allowing herself to spout off the first thing that popped into her head whenever either of them asked a question. Pia, as performed by Trish wasn't all that bright, not dumb, but naive, and it was a joy to feel the men trying to manipulate her into spending more time with them.

The day grew warmer and everyone grew moist and flushed. Cale called for a water break and everyone gathered around in a big circle in an open space to the side of the track. 

Easing the pack off, Trish let it fall to the ground with a big sigh of relief, only slightly exaggerated. She took off the damp plaid shirt and exposed her bikini which barely contained her squished together breasts. She squatted beside her pack with her legs open wide, but not obviously so, while she took her water bottle out and re-packed her shirt. Closing her eyes she tilted back her head and drank some water enjoying the cool drink as much as the eyes she could feel on her body. 

Roger introduced her to all the guys. "Gentlemen this is Pia, she's an artist. Pia this is Stephen, Rob, Shawn, Jess and Scott."

"Hi guys! Wow, I hope you don't mind if I ask your names again later, I probably won't remember them all at once like this." The men grinned and said it was fine. She could tell they liked that she was going to be around later, and that she was likely going to talk to them all. 

Soon the men began putting packs on again. Trish had been grilled by the group as to her packing habits, her job, her schooling and why she was traveling alone. No one seemed courageous enough to ask if she were seeing anyone or not. Trish acted flirty and funny. Bantering with the guys in a refreshing manner, one she was not used to and it felt pretty good. She was being a lighter, friendlier version of herself, only much more gullible. 

There was a little dance of hesitation and confusion as they tried to start out once more. All the guys were trying to figure out where she was going to walk, to be close to her. Finally Jess set off and was joined by Shawn. Trish ambled over to the path, and Scott and Rob moved just ahead of her, Stephen and Cale came directly behind her and Roger took up position on her right. 

The pack rubbed a bit on her bare back, but the feeling wasn't so bad that she thought she would get blisters so Trish left her shirt off, loving the sun on her bare skin. She laughed out loud and said to Roger how strange her tan lines were going to look across her chest. She pointed to her breasts that were bisected horizontally by the chest strap of her pack. The black strap made her breasts bulge over and under it, and it squeezed them flat almost exactly along her nipple line. 

"Well if memory serves this trail kinda wanders in and out of the trees so it shouldn't get too bad." Rather than look ahead to the trail to come Roger stared at her breasts, perhaps memorizing them for later recall. 

The conversation hovered around her school and potential career as a performance artist. Naturally they asked what sort of performance art she did and Trish enjoyed embellishing a life in the arts. 

"Well this one piece I did that my teacher loved was called What are we selling? In it I sat in a fake photographer's studio with lights and cameras set up and I was in front of this huge wall of ads from all these different "Reputable" magazines. In each picture there was this young, probably teenage girl in some provocative outfit, or half, and even sometimes completely nude. Almost all the nude ones are selling clothes, you know? Anyway I was on a chair completely naked with waaaay too much make up on and a little lollipop in my mouth and pigtails, all curled up with a teddy bear in my lap."

"No shit!"

"Yeah. I wanted to point out that we use the sexualization of little girls to sell everything. Everything. Watches with a nude wearing only a watch, or a girl with no shirt on selling perfume. It is everywhere. And those girls are way too young to be viewed like that."

"Yeah, your right. It makes me feel dirty when I look at them."

From behind Stephen said, "You feel dirty when you wank off to them too." 

"That I do my friend, that I do." He grinned foolishly at Trish, "No offense I hope?"

"Oh no. I have a healthy sexual appetite, and I like sexy pictures as much as the next guy. I just wish that little girls got to be little girls for a little bit longer than they do now-a-days."

"Yeah, it must be tough to be a pretty young girl out there. I'm not being facetious, I know that the popular idea is that beautiful women get everything handed to them, and they may get a lot out of their beauty, but still there is a price to be paid for it too. The leering, the cat calls the objectification..."

"I'm sorry I objectify you Rog." Scott shot back over his shoulder from right in front of Trish. 

She jumped in with her own quip. "I think Roger might be flirting with me. He implied that I was pretty." Instantly Roger began to blush bright red.

"He's also sucking up pretending to be a women's libber." Cale said from behind.

"Well, you are a hottie and I would imagine you know it." Rob said turning back to look at her over his shoulder. 

"I do appreciate the attention when it comes." She acknowledged and smiled.

Scott said, "Women know, and they manipulate us all the time with it. Women know that men will do anything for sex, and they use our weakness against us."

"Don't underestimate a woman's sex drive." Trish countered. "I hate how men act like they are the only ones who can get sexually frustrated. That woman are sex misers holding it back, like penny pinching hags. Women just want to get laid too. We masturbate, and get inappropriately horny in weird places too. I don't think the difference is that big."

Trish loved how the conversation was going. The guys were getting brave, and she was having fun walking the line of teasing them. She knew they weren't sure what to think. Was she looking to hook up with one of them? Who was she favoring? Could one of them be so lucky? Trish was starting to think they were all going to get lucky. She had never been with more than two men, but that had been a wonderful experience. Besides she hadn't been laid in a long time. 

At lunchtime when Trish pulled out her protein bar and dried fruit the men looked on dubiously. They made fun of her, teasing her about her pixie food, and a warm glow washed over her. Never before in her life had Trish been a part of anything like this camaraderie. It was something she always felt was made up in movies. She had seen shadows of it in school or at work, but nothing like this quick-witted joking and playful teasing. 

She almost hated to ruin it with sex. 

Then in the heat of the afternoon everyone withdrew into themselves a bit more as the path grew steeper and the day hotter. Trish ran with sweat as she hauled her heavy pack up the hundreds of feet of elevations.

The men gave ground and most of them had the chance to talk with her between panting breaths. All of them were fit, and their own shirts had come off to show hard firm bodies. Jess was the most conspicuously covered, as he was a bit heavier than the rest. 

Trish admired the smorgasbord of man flesh laid out to her appraising eye. Jess was the only overweight man, but even he was cute and not at all gooey, just pudgy in an appealing way. Shawn was rail thin and wiry. Scott was strong and fit in an all round way, it didn't look like he lifted weights or sculpted himself, just kept active. Rob was really good looking, and knew it. He was more sculpted than most of the others, but was far from having a body builder look, just a man who looked after himself and wanted to look like it. Roger was small and firm. A natural build with just the beginning of a belly, but his arms and legs were very toned, so maybe he had just lost the high metabolism he had when younger. Stephen was boyish and cute, with a tight young man's body. Not any specific tonality, just all over youthful health. 

And Cale. Cale was Trish's favorite. He looked like a male model. He was packed with muscle like an action movie star. He had fantastic sculpted abs, shoulders and chest. His arms were perfect, and his legs hadn't been left out in the name of vanity. He was a perfect picture of male virility. And that clean handsome face was dreamy.

Each of them tried a differing approach to garner her favor. Jess' had been with playful self deprecating humour, which was very charming. Shawn had been the serious "I'm listening" type. Scott was all bravado and showing off, which had its charms too, in that it was flattering to see the effort going in. Rob was smart, and funny, and he used his insights into the others to play off of. He and Scott had known each other for years and years and they pretty much tried to use each other to make themselves look good in her eyes. Stephen tried to show off physically. He ran and jumped, wrestled, climbed things, anything to make her look at him and see his prowess. It made her laugh out loud many times. 

And Cale was a watcher. He observed what approach the others used, and which had more apparent success, and he would do that better. He looked at her with dark eyes, gauging her reactions and often a little smile of self satisfaction would play over his lips. He made her wet with his presence, and self-command. 

If she were actually going to just choose one, it would be Cale, and he seemed to know it.

Trish decided that she wouldn't make her move tonight. This game was far too fun, and the antics of the boys too enjoyable to throw away so soon.

When they made camp in the late afternoon, Trish was weak with fatigue. All her various fitness activities were of little use in the face of this climb with all that weight on her back. One of the guys told them all that they had climbed over a thousand feet in elevation that day. The air was thinner, and the terrain different.

When Trish pulled out her tent and began to assemble it Jess and Shawn came over to help. They commented on her carrying such a huge tent all the way up there just for herself.

"Well it is the only tent I own. And you never know if you are going to meet anyone on the trail that needs someplace to sleep." 

The boys tried not to look excited by that, but failed. 

When everyone had their tents set up it was obvious Trish had the largest, and the men often looked from it to their various small two person tents. 

Everyone sat around the fire that Cale built in the regulation park approved fire pit. The men had traded sopping wet t-shirts for dry clothes, and Trish had changed her boots and socks for flip flops, her dainty feet drawing more looks. She was almost naked in her tiny blue top and her small shorts, but still new flesh was new flesh to ogle.

Beers were passed around and Trish accepted. Drinking was not her thing, she didn't like to numb herself to sensation, and she had no need to lower her inhibitions, but tonight she felt she had earned it. Plus she didn't want to sleep with them tonight anyway so why not.

As the men ate their smokies and chips, Trish ate a recipe she had gotten off of a hikers guide online. It was couscous, minced sundried tomatoes, dried mushrooms, a chicken bouillon cube, onion flakes, parsley flakes, black pepper, and it tasted delicious. 

Cale asked if he could taste some and she could feel the envy palpable in the air as he sat beside her on a log and ate off of her spoon. Their thighs were brushing together, and as the air cooled as the sun went down it was a very pleasurable experience. 

On her other side Scott drank beer and made loud jokes that no-one found as funny as he did. As time passed he leaned in closer and closer, trying to press as much of himself against her as he could.

Cale yielded his spot after a time when he got up to tend the fire. Stephen bolted for it so obviously that Rob had to call him on it.

"Jesus Steve, could you at least try and pretend you've seen a pretty girl before?" 

"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as Pia."

The entire group groaned, including Trish.

"Oh man, 1939 called and they want their cheesy come on back!" Roger called.

"Is that a chapstick in your pocket or are you just glad to see her." Rob quipped.

The energy shifted as the men sensed weakness and they went in for the kill.

"Hey Stephen, your dicks so small bacteria laugh at it!" Scott jeered.

"Fuck you Scott." The crowd ooohhhed!

"Your dicks so small you'll never be half the man your mother was!" Roger joked, but it had way less heat than Scott's. It felt more like a challenge to come up with the best joke, which the guys all jumped at.

"Your dicks so ugly it cries itself to sleep at night." Jess said to no-one specific.

"Your dicks so small, your girlfriend took it to court and they threw it out for lack of evidence." Shawn joined in. That got a good laugh from everyone, with the odd "nice, nice." Thrown in. There was a pause while everyone tried to remember other ones.


The Hills are Alive



Then from the darkness Cale said, "My dick is so big, it was overthrown by a military coup. It's now known as the Democratic Republic of My Dick." Everyone howled, Trish as loud as the rest. The vibe went back to the friendly banter of before.

At last Trish got too cold to stay almost naked. Going into her tent she rummaged around and found a candle. She lit it and set it on the far side of herself from where the fire was. Glancing to her left she looked at her shadow on the tent wall. Her silhouette clear and as she moved, her outline was perfectly cast to show off her body. Then she pulled out some clothes and put them aside.

She pulled her shorts down over her legs, and silence descended over the men. Then she wiggled her way into her tights, smoothing them over her ass. She then undid the ties on her bikini and let it fall off her arms. Next she pulled out her damp plaid shirt and pulled it on leaving the last few buttons undone exposing her clavicles and upper chest. Then she pulled on her boots again with fresh socks. 

Stepping out she blew out the candle and left it by the door with a lighter. 

The mood around the campfire was subdued, and the boys were barely talking now.

"Anyone know any good ghost stories?" She asked. No one had taken her spot on the log, so she sat back down between Stephen and Scott.

"I know one." Rob offered. When no one objected he began. "It was on a night just like this when a little girl went missing in these woods." He spoke in a low ominous tone, perfect for campfire ghost stories. Everyone settled in ready for the show. "The rangers say her name was Cassie, and she had gone camping with her Girl Scout Troop. That first night, when everyone was gathered around the campfire, the little girl ignored what she had been taught about sticking with her camp buddy. She heard a rustle in the nearby brush and thought she just might catch a bunny to keep as a pet. She snuck off after the sound." 

Rob paused, as if listening and sure enough there were some rustling sounds in the woods. 

"Probably just the wind." Roger suggested.

"Right." Stephen affirmed, but he seemed nervous. 

"It wasn't very long until her camp buddy noticed that Cassie was missing," Rob continued, slightly quieter, "and she told the scout leader about it. The rest of the girls were ushered back to their tents, and the scout leader and a few of the moms gathered their flashlights, and set out to look for the girl. A short time later, a terrible thunderstorm blew in, making it impossible to keep looking for the missing camper. The moms decided it was best to turn back and continue the search after the storm had passed; after all, the little girl wasn't one of their daughters. However, the scout leader refused to give up. With her hair plastered to her face by the rain, and the lightening flashing all around, she bravely walked into the woods, calling the little girl's name. The sound of her calling could be heard, over and over, until it faded away." 

Again Rob paused and the wind was blowing a bit, and the trees were swaying and soughing in the breeze, but the rustle from before didn't repeat itself.

"When the moms arrived back at the tents, they discovered that the little girl had found her way back on her own, and, except for a few scratches, was none the worse for wear. The violent storm continued through the night, but all was still again by morning. However, there wasn't sight or sound of the scout leader. The moms alerted the park rangers, and a search party was formed, but not a trace was ever found of the missing leader."

Barely above a whisper Rob said, "That was ten years ago, but some people say you can still hear her ghost calling out the little girl's name, 'Cassie, Caaassieee...' Listen, you can almost hear it now..." He grew silent, waiting. Everyone listened to the soft blowing of the wind, and the sound of the fire.

Then Scott screamed "Cassieeee!" in a high shriek making everyone of them jump and cry out in fear. Stephen buried his face in Trish's shoulder and she hugged him tight, then she burst out laughing, as did everyone else.

Jess pointed at Stephen and laughed, "I think Stevo wet himself." 

"Look at him; he's using Pia as protection!" Roger called. 

"Well fuck, Scott scared the shit outta me!" They all laughed again. 

Cale asked, "You guys learn that in camp together or something?"

Scott replied, "Totally. Our councilors told it and freaked us right the fuck out."

"We were ten and I barely slept the rest of the time we were there. Another two weeks I think." Rob said.

"Thanks guys. That was exactly what I wanted." Trish said.

Conversations meandered from person to person, and broke off into tiny pockets for the next little while. When Trish noticed Scott's attention focused on her from the right, she intuited that he was about to make a pass and she got up and said, "Well boys I'm beat. I'm off to bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

They chorused a heartfelt "Aw." And she grinned. 

"I'm thinking I might stay here tomorrow, do some exploring, maybe do some tanning, just relax. I don't have an agenda at all. So if you leave early wake me up and say goodbye, okay?"

"Will do." Cale promised. 

And with that Trish moved to her tent, lit her candle and went inside zipping the door closed behind her. Placing her candle in the same spot as before Trish once more did a silhouette striptease. Removing her top one button at a time she took it off slowly letting herself cool down in the chill air. Looking sideways she angled herself so that her erect nipples shows on the tent wall. Then she pulled her hair from its bandana and she undid her ponytails. She shook out her hair, running her fingers through it to work out the tangles. Next she took off her boots and socks, and pulled her tights off. Turning to face away from the candle she pulled the material over her ass and down her thighs. Stepping her first leg out of the tights she placed it wide away from her other, giving a clear shot between her legs. 

The light source was close to her parted thighs and the outline of her legs and the cleft between them was sharp and well defined. Her head was the least defined so she could watch her shadow and move in such a way so as to be sure that the guys didn't know she could see exactly what she was doing.

Pulling her other leg out of the tights she put it back down leaving her legs parted, but not a lot. She folded the clothes she had been wearing neatly and then sat down on her mat and sleeping bag. She pulled out a brush and began to comb her hair thoroughly. The shadow of her breasts wobbled and rippled from her movements, but still the nipples were clearly defined sticking out from her mounds. 

When she felt she had put on enough of a show, while not making it too obvious she was putting on a show, she blew out the candle and crawled into her sleeping bag. 

Sleep overtook her far faster than usual, and she hardly had time to begin her fantasies about tomorrow night when sleep overtook her. 

If anyone tried to get into her tent and make a move Trish didn't hear it, she slept the whole night uninterrupted. Perhaps because she went to bed earlier, or because she was more fit Trish woke up before anyone else. Crawling out of her tent in her tights and a small t-shirt Trish brought her flip flops and her yoga mat. Walking out a bit into the flat open ground past the fire pit she set up her mat and began to do some yoga and pilates to stretch out her sore muscles. The hike had worked her harder than she had though possible. 

As she worked her body, stretching her limbs through various poses and working out the stiffness she noted that some of the guys were getting up and moving around. 

The sun was up, just not over the surrounding mountains, the air crisp and chill, and if not for her working out Trish would have been too cold for her skimpy t-shirt.

At last she felt her body was loose and back to normal, except for a knot in her shoulders from her pack which she couldn't get loose. Looking around she saw Roger and Jess at the fire making coffee, and Cale was gathering more wood. All the men smiled and greeted her quietly as she approached the fire. That they had been watching her stretch was obvious in the way they avoided looking at her directly, but tried surreptitiously to look at her nipples poking through her thin top. 

Soon with the fire going and the sun climbing over the top of the nearest mountain the air grew warm and Trish felt her body relax even more. 

One by one the men emerged from their tents looking disheveled and groggy. Everyone gathered around and talked about their various sleeps, complained about who snored, and how cold it had been, and what not. Trish said she had been chilly, but she liked the feeling of being snuggled into her sleeping bag more than she relished being too hot in bed. 

"Heh heh, she said 'Hot in bed'!" Stephen cracked. That received a chuckle from the group, probably more for the audacity of it, than its actual humour.

After a simple breakfast of an apple Trish moved back into her tent to change for the warmer day. She emerged in a few moments in her bikini top and proper hiking shorts, boots and socks. 

"I'm going to climb up to the top of that peak and have a look around." she said. "Anyone wanna come?"

"Heh heh, she said 'Cum'." Stephen tried again. 

Ignoring him Cale said, "Sure. We decided as a group that we weren't in any hurry either, and that we were happy to camp here again tonight. If you don't mind the company."

"Are you kidding? I love you guys. I think it would be awesome for us all to spend the night together again." Trish grinned.

"Hehe heh she said-" 

"Okay it's settled then. " Cale interrupted.

Jess and Roger, who were the first to rise, were also the first to be ready for a day hike. The others said to start without them and that they would meet at the top. 

So the foursome of Trish, Jess, Roger and Cale began the ascent. 

The peak was a small one as far as mountains go, and it looked to be no more than three hundred feet higher. With her pockets crammed with necessities, and a small fanny pack that turned into a windbreaker just in case, Trish was far more comfortable hiking than yesterday. 

The climb wet by quickly and they were panting and sweating by the time they reached the peak. The wind as they looked over into the next valley was cool and dried the trickles of sweat giving them all goosebumps, but it was a refreshing after the hot climb.

The small group looked at the views, Trish took some pictures with her digital camera, which she hadn't used in over a year. Jess was a shutter bug with a really good camera and he took lots of shots, many of which included Trish and the other two. Each time they could the others put arms around her and held her close, brushing themselves against her exposed flesh, or pressing into her breasts and buttocks. It was a thrill, all this attention. Each time she let them get away with something, they grew more bold, but never overt. 

Trish lay her windbreaker down on a smooth ledge out of the wind but still in the sun. Pulling off her shorts she revealed the thong bikini bottoms she wore under her shorts. Laying her clothes down on a ledge she stretched out and began to tan. Peeking out from behind her sunglasses she saw the men gaping at her. The sparse covering of materiel stretching over her obviously bald pussy left little to the imagination. The swell of her mons was a treat just barely out of view, and it was captivating the guys.

Cale was the first to recover. He moved to his day pack and pulled out his lunch. Stripping off his shirt he sat down near Trish and nonchalantly ate, stealing glances at her whenever possible.

Jess moved off behind Trish so she couldn't watch him, while Roger sat beside Cale and also began to eat. 

The whirring, and clicking of Jess's camera behind her made Trish horny. She imagined him doing close ups of her body, and she twitched, moving herself into slightly different positions, as if posing for him.

"You okay?" Cal asked. 

"Well, this rock isn't as good a surface for laying on as I thought it might be."

"Here." Cale offered his own jacket, a fleece that was way too hot for the hike, but was perfect for the wind up here. Taking it Trish smiled and put it under her back. Taking her time moving onto all fours Trish adjusted the fleece to be smooth, and comfy under her back. 

The men continued to drink in the sight of her body hidden by just the smallest scraps of cloth. 

Finally she deemed it perfect and she lay down on her back, wiggling her torso around to find the best spot, letting her breasts thrust up in the air. Then she settled in and let her mind wander away, relaxing as she so rarely did. 

The way other woman might fantasize about fucking these men, Trish fantasized about dating one. She imagined what it might be like to live a normal life. In her minds eye she saw Cale, or one of the others coming over to her sparse apartment to pick her up for a date. Them going out, having dinner, going to a concert, holding hands, being normal. And naturally as she drifted farther away from her physical surroundings, she imagined them in bed. Nothing strange, just people making love. It started out like she saw in the movies, with low lights, and soft caresses, but soon she had other men there, and she was being taking roughly by many men, her body used by them as she tried to please them all. 

A small tremor shook her body as she began to get aroused by this picture. Trish's deepest fantasy had always been to be in a gang bang with her as the star performer.

She must have actually fallen asleep because suddenly the other men were here gathered in a circle ten feet away talking quietly.

She sat up and looked down the slope at them. 

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Sorry did we wake you up? "Roger asked.

"Nope, I didn't hear a thing. What are you guys doing?" She noticed Jess still had his camera out.

"We were talking about going over to that peak, using this bridge here. It is narrow, and looks a bit dangerous. Not everyone wants to."

"Well I'm going to stay here. I'll watch people stuff if you like."

"Sounds good."

Trish began to apply sunscreen to her limbs, distracting the guys once more. She actually heard one of them say something that sounded like. "What? You gonna stay here and drool?" Massaging the cream into her skin Trish covered every part of herself, working the cream in under the minimal covering of her swimsuit. None of them men had left yet. Her fingers slid under her top and rubbed the pillow of first one breast, then the other. Then she worked the cream into the skin of her belly, massaging down and down. The cream spurted loudly out of the container with each application to her hand. 

Soon she was down to her groin and she worked the cream into the juncture between her legs all around her bottoms. Letting her fingers slip under the fabric she smeared the viscous mixture all around her pubic area, trying to keep from flashing her slit, but not very hard. Then lifting one leg high she held it straight up and applied cream to the back of her thigh all the way up to her ass, working her long, strong leg like a huge hard cock. Stoking and massaging it, she was less careful about pretending not to be aware of the guys. She gave them little glances, and furrowed her brows as she noticed they were watching. Many of them pretended to be looking elsewhere, and picked up on suspended conversations. 

Switching legs she said, "Are you guys watching me?" 

Some said "no" and some said "yes", and at least one said "what?"

"What a bunch of pervs." She pretended to be offended, but smiled to take the edge of it. 

"Come on!" Scott shouted. "You know you are putting on a show over there. You're trying to get us all hot and bothered."

"Like you've never seen a girl suntan before? What are you thirteen?" Trish called back. They all laughed

"Come on guys, let's go if we're going." He walked away and most everyone followed. Jess and Shawn stayed behind.

Trish finished her leg and laid back down to get some more sun. 

Shawn moved in closer, but not too close and pulled out a book and sat to read. Jess wandered off with his camera. 

"We were totally checking you out." Shawn admitted.

"Good." Trish said simply.

They sat in silence for a few moments then Trish sat up reached behind and undid the top of her suit. Holding the front she lay back down and then pulled the stings around and piled them onto the top of her tits. Then carefully she pulled the material in close to her nipples, keeping them covered, but almost nothing else. The utter silence beside her told her she had Shawn's attention fully engaged on her body, exactly where she wanted it. 

The bottoms also tied, two knots on each hip. Reaching down, but not opening her eyes she undid first one then the other, and with out looking she draped the strings over her pubis, and pushed the already miniscule covering in closer to her groove to show even more of herself. Spreading her legs slightly she allowed the hot sun to bath her nearly exposed crotch. 

Then once more she let her mind wander. She tried to imagine what Shawn was seeing. Her skin lightly tanned, with no visible lines, glowing pink, shiny from the cream, and her perspiration. Her toned stomach rising periodically with her breath, the temptation of her breasts so visible, but not the part he now most wanted to see.

And worst/best of all, her succulent juncture, so close to him, the skin so smooth, not a hair visible, perhaps one of her puffy outer lips peeking out from underneath the blue sheath of her bottoms. A fine sheen of glimmering sweat trickling over the glorious swell of her mons.

What a torture. How cruel of her. Well tonight she would make it up to him. She might do a lap dance for him to start things off.

As she slipped off into her fantasy world again, one in which Shawn reached out and began to play with her pussy Trish slipped off into a nap, dimly aware that if she moved too much she would dislodge the precariously piled material covering her naughty bits. Asleep her face was soft, but still smiling. 

When she came back to herself Trish had the impression that not much time had passed. Her body was in essentially the same position, and she wasn't uncomfortable. She checked to see if she was still covered and she tied the bottoms back on. Then she spread out the top to cover more and allowed herself a delicious stretch. Her arms and legs taut and quivering she lifted her arms over her head, curled her toes up and elongated herself across the rocks, thrusting her butt back, lifting her belly, and pushing her chest out arching her back. Then she released, flopping back down onto the rock, splayed out limply. 

Turning her head she looked for Shawn, who was watching her.

"I fell asleep again. Was I snoring?"

"Only tiny little snores, like an inhalation without any snort."

"Oh that's a relief!" she laughed. 

"Better than Scott. I could hear him from two tents away." 

"Oh that was him? I thought it was a chainsaw off in the woods."

Trish rolled over on her stomach and undid the straps on her bottoms again. She reached around awkwardly holding he top on with one hand and using the other to put the strings down between the globes of her buttocks. The back cover of her bottoms was so small that she really didn't need to move it much to expose all of her cheeks. The suit wasn't a thong, but it was very close, the widest part of the rear was only two inches wide. 

Laying back down she wiggled once more to find a comfy spot and rested her head on her crossed arms turning to look up at Shawn.

"Whatcha reading?" she inquired.




The Hills are Alive



"Oh it is this excellent book called Freakonomics, by Steven Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. It is a book that uses economics to explain social behaviors of humans. Sort of."

"How do you mean? How does it do that?"

"Well they do weird things like compare Sumo wrestlers cheating in matches, to teachers cheating on students test scores to show how humans will always do things to make themselves look better." 

"Neat." 

"Yeah, they love to use numbers, and economic models to make controversial statements, like how abortion lowered crime rates in New York, or how little effect so-called "good parenting" has on a child's education. Stuff like that. It is mind blowing really." 

"That's excellent. I wish I had more time to read. I so rarely do it." 

"Well I recommend this one. This is my second time reading it, and I've read the sequel Superfreakonomics too." 

"That's great. Hey would you mind putting some lotion on my back. I'm too lazy right now."

"Sure, no problem." He picked up the tube and splurted some out on his hand. He rubbed his hands together, and began smearing the lotion first between both palms, and then onto her bare back. Working from her shoulders down he applied a liberal coat of the lotion to her body. His hands massaged her muscles making her moan with pleasure.

"Oh my god that feels amazing."

Continuing he worked the skin with globs of the cream then caressed her body urging her to relax all the way. His firm grip kneaded her muscles and she felt the efforts of yesterday, and the strain of her lifestyle melting away. 

"Jeezus, you are good at this."

"I've had a lot of practice." 

"Lucky girl."

"Well, yeah, sometimes."

Slowly, inexorably he moved lower and lower rubbing the tension from her back. After a good long massage Shawn's hands reached her butt, and teasingly, as if unsure of what her response would be, he starting to massage the top of her buttocks. When she made no complaint he moved lower, and truly began to massage the deep muscles of her glutes.

Trish moaned again as the years of martial arts, and dance were kneaded from her overworked ass. Working on one cheek at a time he massaged her globes and Trish opened her legs wider to allow him better access to the whole of each cheek. 

Assuming he could see something of her hidden charms Trish just lay still, and relaxed as he continued to loosen up her long tightened musculature. 

When at last he finished her butt Shawn moved down to her thighs and he worked right up close to the juncture of her legs, brushing her now soaking pussy. Beginning to focus on her left leg he worked down her thigh away from her aching cleft, and down to her knee. 

Then he moved to her calf and once more Trish was treated to a fantastic indulgence she had never encountered before. Those hands brought joy to long abused limbs. The large muscles of her calf were knotted and tight, but Shawn persevered and managed to bring true relaxation to them.

Next he did her left foot, and after years of dance Trish had tight hard feet. With liberal amounts of lotion Shawn was able to relax the tense arch, and the ball of her foot. He then switched feet and began the reverse of what he had done. All the way up her grateful right leg his magical hands massaged. When he was once more at her upper thigh Trish felt a gush of juice flow inside her. She thought if he so much as touched her pussy she would cum. 

With one hand on each of her butt cheeks spreading them apart he massaged along the deep crevice working distractingly close to her anus, and then lower skirting the edge of her perineum. His fingers were inside of her bottoms now, the cloth fallen away probably exposing her asshole at the very least. She wasn't about to move to break this spell he had put her under. Strong thumbs pressing into her yielding flesh Shawn continued to manipulate her tissue just barely brushing the outer meat of her labia. With sweat and lubricant moistening the area his thumbs were able to slid around the slippery region of her pussy, but still he did not touch.

Then suddenly he sat back and asked her if she wanted him to do the front.

Trish groggily moaned yes, and rolled over just barely remembering to keep her breasts and slit covered in a false display of modesty. 

Starting once more at her feet Shawn massaged them some more, and then worked up her shins and then to her thighs. He lingered over the strong muscles of her quads and kneaded them completely. The loving manner in which he fondled her thighs told her he was a leg man, and that hers pleased him. He worked her thighs thoroughly, being sure to leave them supple and loose when he was done. 

Now he reached her hips and massaged along the hip bone and the strong hip flexor muscle. This was uncomfortable, as it was a strong tight muscle from years of kicks in both dance and martial arts. His thumbs worked the long line of tendons down into the region between her legs where the ligament attached someplace deep, and very close to her sopping cunt. 

Once more his fingers slid under her minimal covering and the tips of his magic fingers pressed tantalizingly along the very edge of her yearning lips first on one side, then slowly moving down from her hip to the other side. 

Trish was panting now, barely able to hold back from opening her legs wide and telling him to use those fingers on more appreciative flesh, but she held herself back, and kept a stranglehold on her lust. Forcing herself to relax, she continued to stay supine and vulnerable, accepting the gift she was being given.

Now he worked his way up her abdomen, massaging the deep muscles of her stomach. This was the most self conscious she became. Even though she was fantastically fit, still a man pressing her belly, making it move and feel gooey left her feeling vulnerable. 

"Relax, here okay, try not to hold tension in your diaphragm." 

Breathing out heavily Trish gave herself over to the massage, ignoring her insecurity. After a bit his hands jumped up to her shoulders and moved along relaxing them, and then moved along her clavicle, along the lines of muscles surrounding her throat. Another shiver of lust lashed her ragged nerves as his hands wrapped around her throat and began to massage the bands of muscle there. Trish enjoyed choking games on occasion, and as horny as she was now this got her more so.

It was all Trish could do to not reach down and begin to finger her desperate hole now. Letting out her breath in a big sigh she made herself relax letting her jaw fall open as she released into his hands. 

Opening her eyes she could look into his face, and saw how aroused he was too. From behind her glasses she made eye contact with him, and she smiled.

"I want to have your babies." She sighed, thinking that was the appropriate amusing thing to say here.

"That might be fun." He tried back. 

There she lay, with three teensy flaps of cloth between him and all her most intimate areas, Each piece unfettered, only resting lightly on her tingling skin, begging to be lifted away, and he wasn't doing it. Trish didn't know what to make of this young man. Was it nerves? Surely he could see the arousal in her body, smell it leaking from her pores, feel it beneath the fingers of his hand as he pressed the flesh near her openings. Yet he did nothing obvious to indicate he wanted to take her. 

Trish imagined his cock aching inside his shorts, screaming at him to let it out, that it knew what she wanted.

For the first time during the massage she was looking at his face and she saw his eyes dart away every so often to the slope above her.

When he looked away down her body and moved his hands from her neck to her upper chest Trish did her best to look where he had been looking, without being obvious.

There laying on the rock, twenty feet or so away Jess had his camera pointed at the two of them. How long had he been there? The wind covered the sound of his shutter, so Trish had been unaware of his presence, but now she knew what was holding Shawn back.

As Shawn began to massage her chest closer to her breasts she arched up to meet his hands. 

"No," He said, "relax and let me do the work." 

She moaned her frustration, sending him more signals. Now his fingers were at the first swellings of her mounds, and his talented fingers began to massage the pliant orbs, one hand per breast. Trish began to squeeze her thighs together and make miniscule tilts of her pelvis, in a futile attempt to get more stimulation on her throbbing clit.

Shawn moved both hands over to her right breast, the one farthest from where he was kneeling, one hand massaged the upper muscle of her tit, and the other massaged the swell of tissue on the underside. This was pure breast tissue, not muscle, and it was a bolder sexual arena now. 

Trish lifted her left hand languidly and let it rest on Shawn's hip. As he stroked and fondled her boob, she trailed her fingers along the line of his belt letting her hand wander around the front. With his right hand inside her top, and the left cupping the bottom of her breast the only part of her tit that he wasn't touching was her nipple; which was aching to be touched. Every movement of the material was rubbing her nipple and making her squirm. 

Moving himself back slightly Shawn gave himself more room with which to work on her left tit, and perhaps intentionally it gave her greater access to his front, and thus his boner. He may well have been trying to get her to be the one to make the first overt move. 

Still being languorous Trish did let her hand fall along the top of his thigh as he moved out, now she distractedly stroked up and down his leg, sometimes on the cloth of his shorts, sometimes on the skin of his leg.

Meanwhile he fondled her left breast, still massaging it but now more of an overt grope, but still not touching her nipple.

It seemed they were at a pleasurable stalemate, neither willing to be the first to take it to the next level. So they remained for a few moments more, he caressing her breast, she gently stroking his thigh when in the distance they heard laughter of the returning group. They were still a ways off, but when Trish opened her eyes Shawn looked like he might cry. 

Reaching up Trish cupped the heft of Shawn's balls regaining his undivided attention.

"I'll make this up to you tonight. I promise." She said while holding his full balls in her hand.

He slipped his fingers around to her nipple at last and pinched gently. "I'm looking forward to it." She moaned arching up to meet his hand, and smiled up at him. 

Moving away Shawn picked up his book again, and Trish reached down and did up the stings on her bottoms. She left her top undone and rolled back over onto her back once more.

It took a long time for the guys to reach them, the sound up here carrying further than they thought. When at last the sound of their talking became consistent, Jess appeared. 

"Hey", he called to them. 

"Hey." Shawn called back, his voice calm.

"Hi." Trish lifted herself up on her arms and her top fell off. Her breast were not fully visible, but the effect was still profound, Jess stared openly. "Oops." She said ignoring his ogling, and she lay back down, and tied the straps around her neck and back. By the time she was done the whole gang was back. 

Sitting up she adjusted her breasts back into the centre of the triangles and it felt great to hold them for the briefest of moments. The guys all tried to make the three of them jealous listing all the awesome things they had seen and done, but no-one was buying it, including the story tellers. They could sense something had happened and they all dreaded it might mean they had lost out on a chance with her. 

Trish stood up and while they all chatted she put her shorts back on and gave Cale his fleece. 

"I'm hot and could use a swim in that lake we saw." Trish said.

"That would be awesome." Stephen enthused. 

So one and all they hiked back down the mountain to their camp and the boys grabbed swimsuits, then they all made out for the small lake they had passed just before they reached camp yesterday. 

It was late afternoon, with a few hours left of sunlight when they hit the water, the guys all went off into the woods to don their suits and Trish jumped right in and began to swim out into the deeper water. It felt good to cool down after the hike back. Looking at the water she saw oily shimmers of the sunscreen washing off in her wake. 

Soon the guys all came leaping and splashing into the water, whooping and hollering like apes. 

The group of them had races, and breath holding contests, the latter of which Trish won. They began to wrestle, Stephen and Scott being the most interested in that particular exercise.

All of a sudden the two of them rushed her and they hauled her up over their heads and threw her a short distance through the air.

"That sucks, c'mon guys lets make her fly!" Scott shouted.

All of them except Cale chased her down as she tried to get back to shore, and they held her, pulling on her arms and legs holding her spread between them like a wishbone. Then as they all counted to three they threw her through the air. She flew so high she had time to worry that it was too high, then she hit the water all tangled and splayed awkwardly. 

When she came up they were all still high fiving each other and cheering. 

"Holy shit you flew! That was awesome." Stephen enthused. 

"Guys! Do it again, I want to get it on film!" Jess shouted, and made his way back to shore. Trish took off trying to get away, but not really wanting to. She was having the time of her life. 

She managed to elude them for a time, but soon enough they caught her and brought her back closer to shore, where they could swing her at waist height. When Jess called out that they he was ready they began once more to swing her. Holding herself rigid this time to really help them gain speed she flew much more elegantly, and in control when they released. 

She completed a high arc and then began to descend, when she tucked into a cannon ball. The water hit her like a slap and she sunk like a stone bumping the bottom with her bum. Getting her legs under her she pushed off breaking the surface with a big splash and waving her arms over her head. 

They threw her once more, with her full cooperation. Then they turned on Roger the next smallest. When she saw how high they threw him Trish was amazed, Roger weighed at least thirty pounds more than she did, so she figured she must have gone much higher. 

Now the men were exhausted. It was time for supper, before they lost the daylight. 

While waiting for their food to get ready everyone changed and dried off. Trish put on her t-shirt and tights again and left her hair loose, padding out of her tent in her flip flops Trish brought her brush out to the fire and ran it through her hair until it was long and straight, and almost dry.

Jess came over and showed her some of the pictures of her in the water. He was a very good photographer and she looked clear and sharply focused. In one of the shots when she was leaping back up out of the water her bikini top had come off over her breasts exposing both nipples.

"Whoops!" she said, "I showed a bit mush here!"

"I'll delete that if you want."

"No that's cool. I've done nude modeling before. Oh hey, let me see the ones you took of me and Shawn."

"What?" He looked comically guilty. 

"The ones when he was giving me the massage. I saw you taking pictures; I just want to see them."

"I'm sorry... I-"

"No it's okay. I don't mind. I'm a total exhibitionist, as if you couldn't tell. I just want to see what they look like." She looked up at him and smiled to show her lack of anger. 

So Jess began to scroll through his photos of the day. The ones she could see were really beautiful, and she said so.

When he got to the ones she was looking for he got all nervous and handed her the camera, then went to check on his food. 

Trish looked at the images and was thrilled at the close ups of Shawn's hands on her breasts, and a wonderful picture of her face, her mouth open, cheeks flushed, her eyes just visible around her sunglasses closed tight in a passionate grimace. The rest of the shot showed Shawn's arms and his hands on her tit, her nipple in between his fingers, her hand cupping his balls. It was gorgeous. Flipping through the rest she got wet remembering it all, his hands all over her body.

Trish went to her tent and came back with a pen and some paper. Handing him the camera back she told Jess to send her the pictures when he got back, and she gave him an e-mail address. 

Others wanted to see too so Jess filed through them until they were back at the water fun and passed the camera around. Shawn kept it longer than anyone else and Trish gave him a secret smile when he looked up at her, all flushed. He had been looking at their photos, she was sure. 

Trish ate a chicken dish with more sliced up dried vegetables, and added just a bit of water to make a light broth. The guys mostly ate more smokies.

After dinner a hush fell over the group as they digested. Jess sat on one side of Trish on her log, and Roger sat on the other. 

Trish broke the silence. 

"I think each one of us should tell a story. A personal story. Something intimate."

"Like what. Our most embarrassing moment?" Asked Stephen.

"That would be too many for you to choose from." Scott said.

"No, how about the story of our first love?" Jess asked.

More than half the group groaned so that idea died.

"Our scariest moment?" Rob asked.

"No. Our greatest sexcapade!" Cale said. 

"Yeah!" The crowd agreed. 

"You go first." Stephen said to Cale.

"Fuck that!" Roger groaned, "He'll put us all to shame. I want to have a chance at not sounding lame so I'll go first. When I was a kid, twelve or so, I was taught to kiss by twin sisters. They took turns French kissing me until my balls ached."

"Did you fuck them?" Stephen asked.

"No dip-shit I was twelve! But no other event has been as overwhelmingly erotic. I've had some great sex, but they were hardly sexcapades, you know."

"Good one man." Rob said. 

"What's yours?"

"Well I think it would have to be when I fucked a girl on a plane."

"No way! That rocks! Bullshit!" Echoed out over the forest.

"True story. I was flying to Vancouver and I was with my girlfriend at the time Kaitlyn, she was a horny thing, who was pretty wild in bed. So anyway she starts playing with my dick under my coat getting me hard as a rock. I couldn't take it anymore so I asked her to stop. Instead she told me to meet her in the bathroom. It was the middle of the day, but I thought 'When is this ever going to happen to me again?' so I waited a few minutes and went after her. I am sure most of the people around us knew, but who gives a shit, right? Anyway I go knock on the door and she lets me in. She has her jeans and her panties off and she unzips me and sucks me hard again and we do it with me on the toilet and her straddling me."

"That is fucking awesome!" Stephen crowed. "Beats anything I've got."

"So what is your best?" Rob asked.

"Aw I fucked a girl at work once." 

"Our work?" Cale asked.

"Yeah. On my desk."

"No shit, anyone we know." Shawn asked. 

"Yeah, remember when I was dating Debbie in accounting? Well I was working late, trying to get my imaging done and she came in and brought me supper. One thing lead to another and we fucked right on my desk. It was really hot. That one gets pulled out of the spank bank a lot."

"Just so you know Pia," Jess informed her, "he doesn't have an office, he is a junior. His desk is right in the middle of the room."

"What if the cleaners came by?" Shawn asked.




The Hills are Alive



"We would have been able to hear the elevator." 

"It isn't like he would have lasted very long!" Scott razzed. 

"Alright tough guy lets hear yours." Stephen demanded. 

"Alright then. Check this out. I had a nurse blow me when I broke my leg." 

Cries of derision split the night. They didn't believe him, but Trish did, having done similar things herself.

"No, no, no it's true. I was all doped up on pain killers and this really cute young nurse, comes in to take me to my x-rays. She is all flirty so I started to rub her leg through those pajama things they wear. She tried to stop me, but I'm so high I don't care. So when we are outside the x-ray room, I'd just had mine done and I'm still waiting for a cast, I keep groping her, feeling her boobs and her pussy and I don't really know why, she must have felt sorry for me, or just wanted to stop me, but she wheels me into a single-room bathroom and goes down on her knees, lifts my gown thing and whips it out. Before I know it she is sucking me like a pro. I mean she was really good. And since I'm high and don't care I don't hold back and shoot in her mouth right away. She doesn't pull away or spit or anything, she keeps sucking, and pulling on my dick. Then when there is nothing left and I can't take it anymore she pulls back and I swear to god smacks her lips all satisfied. She checks her face in the mirror, licks her lips to clean them up and puts my robe back. Then she wheeled me out, and I got my cast. It was amazing."

"No shit it was. I'm not sure if I believe you or not." Roger said.

"I understand your feelings and accept your doubt." While he said that he held up his middle finger and aimed it at Roger. 

There was a pause while they tried not to look at Trish, she could sense that the unspoken agreement now was that she would go last.

Jess cleared his throat and relieved faces turned toward him.

"Well it isn't all that amazing or anything, but I think it was great. I once made love to my ex in a boat on a lake in the middle of the night. We were out for a little cruise and wanted to get away from our friends at the cabin we were staying at. And once out on the lake it was so romantic that we made love."

"That is sweet." Trish said. 

"Yeah man nice one." Rob said.

"Yeah, good story. Does that come in Men's?" Scott quipped. Everyone laughed in spite of how rude it was. 

"You're such a dick Scott." Rob laughed.

"Yeah, its true I am." 

"Shawn?" Jess asked.

"This oughta be good." Scott scoffed.

"I think you'll be pleased Scott. I submit for your listening pleasure this little anecdote. When I was on vacation with a girl friend of many years we went south to a little all inclusive in Mexico. We were having a blast tanning drinking and of course having sex. One night after a little too much drink and a little bit of pot, we were hanging out with this other couple and we went back to their room. They got us even higher and then told us they were swingers and that they would like to fuck us."

"Oh damn!" Stephen exclaimed. 

"Oh damn indeed. We agreed after a brief consultation and the four of us retired to the bedroom where we swapped partners. We all were on the bed and soon enough the girls were making out while we fucked them, and when we both had cum the men sat back and watched them clean themselves up."

"I fucking love it!" Scott shouted.

"The rest of the night is sort of fuzzy, but both women got double teamed and the girls made out a lot."

"You fucked the guy didn't you?" Rob said. "That why it is fuzzy! The rest of that shit would be burned onto my mind like etchings in metal." The gang all laughed.

"No we didn't touch each other, but we were pretty drunk and high so after two orgasms I was a little groggy. We fucked opposite partners again in the morning then my girlfriend and I fucked again in our room. It was so hot!" 

"No shit it was!" Stephen said.

"Bullshit!" Scott said. 

"Totally happened." Shawn returned.

Everyone paused to consider, Trish was getting really wet thinking about what was going to happen soon. She knew exactly what she was going to say on her turn.

The men however seemed apprehensive. Should they let Cale go last because he was likely to have the best story, or her, because that would be the best way to end it off? 

Trish helped them out.

"Okay Cale, I'm squirming in anticipation. What have you got?" 

"Well I aim to please, so I'll tell you about this one. When I was in college I made it a habit to spend more time with women than with men. I wanted to learn what it was they wanted. I flirted and played it cool, but I was always listening and learning. So one night I find out these three chicks are all going to be home studying for a test they have next week. They set up a cram session if you will."

"I bet it was a cram session." Stephen said, and was shushed the others.

"Anyway I show up around nine thinking it would be fun to break things up for them, and maybe, just maybe one of them wants to make out, y'know. So I go over and they let me in and we joke around and talk and shit. They are all in their p.j.s, little shorts with big t-shirts and one in tights and a t-shirt, nothing overtly sexy, but totally hot if you know what I'm talking about." Murmurs from the men puzzled Trish. Seeing her look Cale explained.

"Woman have no idea that those little comfy-knocking-about-the-house outfits are some of the sexiest they can wear. The loose, worn out shit looks so good. So effortless. Or a man's shirt and nothing else. Way hot. Anyway they are dressed like that. So naturally as with all young people, and ourselves tonight, the subject of sex comes up. We all start comparing things we've done, and trying to one up each other. Then they start daring each other to do things with me. I'm stunned, and I just grin looking confident, but inside I'm freaking out. So one of them dares another to make out with me in front of them. So she leans in and we start kissing and it is great. Then she leans back and dares another to show me her boobs. So she lifts up this old t-shirt of hers and flashes me her gorgeous tits. Then that one tells the next one to show me her pussy. She hesitates, and I look as cool as I can, just acting like its no big deal, I see pussies all the time. Well something works for her, because she stands up and drops her little shorts, and just stands there letting me see her totally groomed, and sculpted pussy. This is before everyone is shaving everything, and a well trimmed muff is the height of slutty.

Slowly she pulls her shorts back up, almost like she wishes she didn't have to. So she turns to the first girl and tells her to jack me off a bit. But not to let me cum, and she looks at me like it is a challenge to keep me from cumming, or daring me to hold off for more later or something. At any rate she is challenging me not her friend. So this girl takes me by the hand and takes me to a bedroom and pulls my dick out of my jeans and starts to pump it. She is looking up at me to see how I'm doing, but mostly she is looking at my dick, and I'm wondering how many, if any she has seen. Just when I'm getting into the 'I could maybe cum' phase of things she stops. And gently tries to put me back, but now there is no gentle way to do it, so I take over and put myself away. 

We go back into the other room and it is really tense out there now. 

The handjob girl turns to her friend and says, "Now you have to suck his cock, but no orgasm buddy". She looks at me, but then back at her friend to see if she'll do it. Well this one takes my hand and takes me back to that bedroom and I get out my cock for her and she looks at it for a while and then she takes it in her hand and aims it at her mouth. She is nervous. She doesn't really know me that well. Soon though she licks it, and then starts to suck it, taking it into her mouth a little way, but mostly licking up and down the side, sort of like a corn on the cob."

The entire circle was mesmerized by they way he was telling the story, and Trish was getting more and more horny. 

"So after a really short time, maybe a minute she stops and looks up at me, she smiles sort of embarrassed and gets up and walks out. I'm left alone with my dick out and just as I start putting it away in comes the tough leader chick and then the others following. The leader pulls off her clothes and tells me to take off mine, which I do, not even trying to be cool now. We get on the bed and she sits down on my dick and fucks me riding on top. While she is doing that she dares the hand job girl to sit on my face. And she leans in to me and says "Don't you dare cum, but you better make us cum." So I fuck the girl on my dick and lick the girl on my face as best I can, like a man possessed and I make those chicks cum. When they climb off the girl that sat on my face now tells the last girl to suck the leader's juices off my dick. This is the same girl that blew me before, but now she leaps on it and sucks me like crazy. It is a totally different blowjob. All the girls take off their clothes and while I'm getting this incredible blow job the others start licking each other. It is a free for all. I get up and start to fuck the blowjob girl and doing her doggie style so I can keep an eye on things. One of the other girls climbs under the other girl I'm nailing and gets her to start licking her pussy. I'm loving this. Just out of my mind happy, when I feel something behind me. 

The leader girl is back there and she reaches around and starts to squeeze my balls while I'm fucking her friend. She whispers in my ear not to cum, which is really hard now. Then she puts a finger to my ass, and it is all slippery, she rubs it around and I'm worried because it is making me hot and I don't want to cum when she told me not to. 

Then I feel something big and cool back there and before I can say anything she slides this big strap on into my ass!' 

All the guys shout "Whoa!" in almost identical expressions of disbelief. 

"I swear to god. She start fucking me with this thing while I'm fucking the other chick and it feels intense, and pretty awesome actually."

"Holy shit!" Stephen exclaims. 

"Yeah man. It was bizarre. I can't believe she had that thing. I tell her I'm going to cum, and she hisses in my ear not until she tells me to. So I'm trying not to move very much inside that one girl but the other fucking my ass means I'm moving anyway. So I beg her to let me cum. She yells at the other two to stop what they are doing and to turn around and suck me. They look pretty surprised when they see that dildo in my ass but they start sucking me off one on my balls and one on my head, and switching it up. It is way too hard to hold back now and I'm making these weird whimpering noises and finally she tells me to cum and she moves the dildo around someplace and presses it against something in my ass and it feels amazing and I start to shoot the biggest load of cum I have ever shot. It is so incredible this orgasm. It seems to go on and on forever, and the girls below are doing their very best to take all that cum I'm spilling out, but it is getting everywhere. All over their faces, in their hair down their fronts on their tits. Everywhere. And when the boss back there pulls out of my ass, even more cum spurts out. I almost fainted. I couldn't even get hard again when the three of them started licking my jizz off of each other that's how spent I was. 

Best night ever."

Silence reigned over the group. 

The fire crackled and Cale got up to put some more wood on it. Then when he settled back down everyone turned, slowly one at a time to face Trish. She smiled a soft upward turn of her perfect lips. This was going to be easy; these guys were so riled up.

Taking a deep breath she began.

"Wow. That was some story Cale. Got me a little short of breath, but... I'm pretty sure I can top it." Glances between various men showed excitement as well as disbelief, but no one said anything.

"My story starts when I was camping once. I was alone and there was this group of guys. I didn't know them, but they seemed pretty great. If I had been looking for anything, like a relationship or whatever, there were candidates for sure, but as it was I was just looking for a good time. My version of a good time, which isn't quite the same as most girls. So there we were sitting around the campfire swapping stories about ourselves when I just got so horny that I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up," She stood up, "I walked over to one of the guys who had given me one hell of a massage earlier that day." Trish moved slowly, seductively over to Shawn. The guys were all looking back and forth to each other trying to get a handle on what was happening. Shawn looked like a kid who thinks he knows what his birthday present is, but is terrified he might be wrong. 

"Now this guy had really gotten me hot with his hands all over my body. His fingers had been teasing me, almost touching my pussy, my asshole and just as he finished he tweaked my nipple. I could still feel it now hours later. So to reward him, I decided to give him a lap dance, right in front of all his friends." As Trish planted herself squarely in front of Shawn, behind her she could hear the others whispering their excitement.

Reaching her hand down to the bottom edge of her t-shirt Trish began to sway her hips and pull up the thin material. She stopped and turned her head over her shoulder. "Jess, you might wanna get that camera ready." 

Beginning a seductive dance, with no need for music Trish began to undulate her body in front of Shawn. Her gyrations brought her closer until she was straddling his thighs, her breasts almost touching his face as she thrust them in and out. The guys around the circle began to cheer and whoop as they watched her butt contract and release with her provocative movements. 

Lifting her right leg up Trish placed her knee on the log beside Shawn, and she thrust her hips toward him, humping the air above his crotch, while she did this she massaged her tits in front of his face, working the shirt up over her undulating belly. 

Then she brought her other knee up onto the log and gently squeezed him between her legs, and holding herself in place like that she rocked her body up and down over his groin, as if she were riding him. One hand reached out to hold herself steady on his shoulder, while the other rubbed down over her thrusting pussy, and to great cheers she stroked herself in time to her thrusts above him.

Putting one foot back down on the ground, Trish let her body press against Shawn, he needed both hands on the log to hold them both up as she slid down him keeping as much contact as she could, her one leg still on the log, leaving her legs wide apart, her hand still pressed to her pussy. 

Lifting her hand from herself she placed it on his lap, just to the side of where she assumed his cock was and she pressed down lifting herself off him and then easing back down bumping her mound against his thigh. Over and over she humped his thigh, grinding her crotch against his thigh.

Next she stood all the way up and did a belly dance twirl around on the spot, her hips pulsing back and forth, and in and out, her whole body swaying sinuously. As she twirled Trish smiled out at all the other guys who were shouting encouragement to Shawn. 

With her back to Shawn Trish stepped back and with her arms she reached for his shoulders to balance herself. Then Trish placed her ass right in his lap and ground her globes into his hard dick. Squeezing and pressing into it Trish stimulated his cock through his pants, driving him and all the guys wild. Shawn opened his legs wide to allow her full access to his raging boner.

Letting herself slide down him she released her grip and ran her back down along his body, nearly pushing him backwards off the log. She then lifted herself up again and placed her ass on his pole, then with sensual movements she rubbed herself on him. Gradually increasing pace she swirled her hips in a bigger arc, covering more and more of his groin, her bum touching every part of his crotch. 

Standing again Trish reached down between her legs and slid a finger up along the crack of her cunt and upward along her ass giving him a view of her dampening tights. 

Then swirling around on the spot again she lifted her shirt up over her undulating belly, showing him her muscles, rippling with her movements. Inch by inch, with each thrust her belly made toward Shawn, Trish eased the shirt higher over her stomach, until the bottom of her breasts were peeking out from the cloth.

Stepping forward once more with her legs straddling his right thigh she pressed herself down, pushing her twat down onto his trembling thigh. Then with her tits a foot from his face Trish revealed her orbs to his gaze. Playing peek-a-boo she flashed her shirt up and down exposing herself to him for a second, then covering herself again. Then with one long pull she wrenched her shirt up over her head and all the way off. An eruption of male voices pummeled her bare back as she dropped her shirt on the ground at their feet. Still prodding his thigh with her cunt Trish kneaded her breasts before his eyes. Pulling on her nipples and twisting them she manipulated her mounds for his approval. 

Feeling it was only fair to share her assets Trish stood up again and covering her breast with her hands faced the fire. 

Again she plopped her ass onto Shaw's cock and she leaned back making him support her. Then she began to massage her breasts giving the boys out front a peep show between her fingers, and she rippled her body from head to toe in a wave of pleasure and began to pull on her nipples again. Then rubbing her stomach she exposed her entire chest in brief flashes. 

Finally with a sigh she let her body go limp, her hands fell to her sides and Trish left her torso completely uncovered for their hungry scrutiny. Limply she slid down Shawn again. When she was squatting wide legged on the ground, with her head on his prick Trish rubbed the back of her head on his protruding member, still leaving her chest displayed. 

Standing up yet again, Trish slowly turned back to Shawn her hands rubbing up and down her body and when she turned back to him she once more massaged her titties. Putting her hands out and leaning on his shoulders she tilted herself forward, thrusting her ass out to the other guys and easing herself down Trish caressed his flushing cheek with her left nipple, pressing her breast meat into his face. 

While she began to stroke his burning face with her boobs Trish slid her right leg up into his lap and ran the length of her shin up and down his hard-on stimulating him to the maximum.

Now leaning back she lifted her leg higher and placed her foot on the log and with one hand on his shoulder and the other free Trish began to pull the edge of her tights down her belly, exposing her lower abdomen. Still bucking her hips at him she eased down the black material inch by inch until it was as low as it could go without showing her slit. In the back her ass crack was now visible above the contorting globes of her flexing ass. 

Standing and turning her back to him Trish bent over and pulled the tights down over her ass showing Shawn her naked bum, then with a quick turn she stood all the way up and bent over for the other boys, showing them her ass.

Standing once more Trish brought her legs all the way together and maneuvered the tights down off of her hips, pushing the pliant material down with both hands between her legs covering her still hidden charms. The tights slid easily down her thighs, and Trish Turned once more to the fire, and bent way over giving just Shawn the view as she pushed the tights down, down, down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves, her ass was less that a foot from his face, her pussy hidden in the shadows. 




The Hills are Alive



Rising ups and pivoting on the spot Trish held one hand over her juncture, kicked off her flip flop and lifted her right leg, balancing on her left and carefully lifted her right leg up, pulling the foot out of the leg hole, and lifting it up and up over her hips. Then with her free hand she took her ankle and lifted her leg all the way up until it was straight in the air, toe to the sky, her left hand cupped around her sex. She stood perched on one strong leg while the men cheered their approval. 

She stood essentially naked before them, her ass glowing in the firelight, her front mysterious and seductively visible in the shadows for Shawn. Lowering the leg, Trish used her free foot to step on the tights pooled at her feet and she stepped out of the left leg placing her foot on the log beside Shawn. 

Then Trish took her left hand and slid it along her raised thigh unveiling her smooth, waxed slit, glistening in the uncertain light. Shawn gaped at her, his eyes riveted on her opening.

Once again Trish began to gyrate her hips, thrusting her uncovered sex toward him in an erotic fashion. Taking his head in her hands Trish brought Shawn's face to her undulating pelvis, and holding him in a fixed position she used his rigidity to allow herself to make even broader humping motions, her hips twisting and turning, her pussy passing within an inch of his bulging eyes.

It was time to show the goods to the others, and give poor old Shawn a bit of a break, so Trish brought her foot down, and once more pivoted on the spot, gyrating her hips letting her lead hip bring her around. Then when she was facing front, to even louder cheers, she sat back on Shawn's lap and lifted her legs up and out in the splits displaying her dripping cooze to all assembled. The men sitting to the sides leapt up and moved to get a better view. 

Balanced precariously on Shawn's lap Trish took her left hand and began to stroke her thigh moving closer and closer to her glistening gash, then after a few hesitant strokes, she pulled open the folds with her thumb and middle finger and began to tease her clit with her index finger. The feeling of finally having her button pressed was such a relief that Trish moaned aloud.

Lowering her legs and removing her hand from her cunt Trish placed both feet on the ground and leaned forward hands on her knees, looking around the circle. 

The cheering died down, and Trish took in a breath to speak.

"So I did the lap dance for the Magical Masseur, but I had gotten him so horny, and I was so hot too, after feeling that big cock of his pressed into my ass so many times, that I just had to taste it. I was out of my head with lust. So I blew him."

Trish rose to her feet, and pulled Shawn up off the log. Silence descended over the group and Trish stood up on her tip toes and kissed Shawn on the lips, then kissed around his cheek to his ear where she whispered, "Don't hold back baby, this is going to be a long night, and I need to taste your cum right away." Dropping to her knees Trish undid Shawn's belt and pulled open his shorts. Poking out of the top of his underwear was the head of his cock. Trish leaned in and kissed the tip. 

Lowering his shorts down over his thighs, she continued to kiss the tip of his prick and when she pulled his underwear down she engulfed his pole in her mouth.

Kneeling on the sharp gravel around the fire pit Trish sucked his tool, slurping along his length. 

Taking her right hand she began to pump him and bring her mouth down to meet her hand as it tugged upward from the base. None of the men were making any noise now, except the endless clicking of Jess' camera as he captured each pornographic moment. 

With her other hand Trish began to massage Shawn's scrotum, urging him to spill his seed, and sure enough he soon began to buck his hips, humping himself into her mouth. 

He began to grunt in the back of his throat and Trish quickened her pace, pumping hard and bobbing her head up and down rapidly, slurping the saliva leaking from out of the seal of her lips on his shaft. 

Then at last his jism surged out of his quivering cock and spattered across the length of her tongue. Shawn grabbed her head and held them both still as he ejaculated into her. As her hand pumped his length milking him for every drop of his cum, Trish's tongue bathed the head of his cock teasing more convulsions from him until with a moan he pulled away, too over stimulated to remain in her grasp.

Falling back onto the log Shawn gasped "Holy fuck!" and Trish smiled wiping the extra fluid from her mouth on the back of a hand. 

"When he has spent himself in my mouth I knew that I wasn't done. The taste of spunk only heightened my arousal. My pussy needed to be filled, and my lucky massage therapist was too overwhelmed to provide. So I turned next to one of the others." In the forty some hours she had been with these men not once had they been as utterly still, or quiet as they were at that moment. 

Looking at each of them in the eye Trish gauged her options.

"Each of them had been amusing, and endearing in their own way throughout the last two days, but one in particular made me itch deep inside. Only he could be the first man to fill my aching need right now." Trish turned to Cale. "He had been coolly observing everything I'd been doing that night, appraising, and his eyes as they met mine were equal to the task of taming this wild pussy." Trish walked over, the sharp stones on her bare feet, the pain mixing with her lust driving her wild with passion. Kneeling before her chosen Trish reached for his belt and undid it, and unzipped his shorts, once more pulling out an ardent member. Cale was big, thick and smooth, and Trish swallowed this excellent manhood as deep as she could in one plunge. She began to push his shirt up over his torso as she deep throated his tool.

As she continued to suck him into her mouth Cale removed his clothes, never once moving out of her mouth. Trish held him by the buttocks, grasping his cock with her ravenous mouth.

"Stephen, go get me a sleeping bag." Cale ordered, and Trish heard scuffing feet as someone left the circle. 

All the last two days Trish had wanted to be exactly where she was now, the centre of attention, on her knees with Cale's schlong buried in her face. She was beside herself with pleasure. Slurping away on his shaft Trish gripped his tight buttocks. He was really one of the most beautiful men she had ever had. His dong was perfect, and he trimmed his pubic hair close so her nose wasn't tickled as she swallowed nearly his entire length deep into her throat. 

More scuffing sounds heralded the return of Cale's assistant and Cale's strong hands pried her from his meat and pushed her backward onto the cool soft material of a sleeping bag laid out behind her. 

Trish moved farther onto the bedding and opened herself wide to him, offering her deepest most vulnerable self. She hungered for him like no-one she had in her life and as he fell over her, his arms supporting his weigh, she got him. 

Aiming his boner at her slot he eased himself into her without using his hands. Trish cried out as his cockhead breached her tight opening. As he shoved himself into her the first orgasm of the night detonated in her centre. Even before he could pull out for the second stroke Trish was screaming her pleasure into the night sky. 

This continued for the first series of thrusts, each time he drove himself into her, she was overcome by a cascade of sensations and her body quivered in rapture. Trish was lost in a sea of sensation, all centred on the wang nudging her deepest places. 

Cale stopped lunging and leaned over and began to lick her nipples, sucking them into his mouth one by one, allowing her to calm down, but pleasing her still. 

When at last Trish was able to take command of herself once more she reached down and grasped his butt again, urging him to move in and out once more. Looking at her with a grin, Cale started to drive himself into her, with more vigor than before, and Trish bit her lip to keep herself from flying off the edge of an orgasmic abyss again.

When she was sure she was going to be able to control herself Trish started to push herself up to meet his thrusts and engage actively in this romp. 

Rocks and roots pressed into her back as Cale drove down into her, and Trish enjoyed the sensation as it helped ground her, keeping her from losing herself to the pleasure Cale was giving her. She was the one here to do the pleasing, which was her function. Not to be pleased. 

Gripping him with her strong inner muscles Trish tilted her pelvis up and down meeting his motion, encouraging him to lose himself to their coupling. 

"Fill me up big boy. Give me all that hot cum, I need it."

"Oh you'll get it baby. I'm gonna drown you in it. Just as soon as you cum for me again."

"I want you to cum, baby. I've had mine now you have yours."

"Nope. Show me that face of yours all blissed out again. It was beautiful. C'mon Pia, give me a show. Make me happy."

Now Cale began to push deeper, and at the bottom of each plunge he ground his pubic bone hard against her clit, making her gasp. Looking up into his eyes Trish saw his desire to be the best, the man who made her cum whenever he wanted, and Trish felt her heart melt a little for him, recognizing in his need something of her own longing to bring pleasure to others. So as a gift she relaxed her iron control and accepted the wave of lust that threatened her self-denial, and tipped over the brink of her climax. 

A moan escaped her mouth as she let the electric pulse of need engulf her. Her legs lifted up over his pounding hips, her arms clasped her to him as he rammed into her. Tilting back her head Trish cried out her ecstasy, her mind ravished by delight. A squirt of juice soaked his pole as it thrilled her spasming cunt. Trish lifted herself completely off the ground in her need to pull him deeper inside. Animalistic grunts issued from her throat, as if from some distant other, but she knew it was her. 

When she could take it no more, her body slumped to the bedding spent, her arms too weak to hold him any longer, her legs splayed out wide, her chest heaving with extremity. "Thank you." He said and unleashed a geyser of fluid into her. As the warmth of his seed spread through her quivering core, Trish felt another orgasm rip through her body; this one left her acutely aware of herself. There was no separation; she could feel each throb of her pussy, and each spurt of his spunk hitting her vaginal wall. The weight of him as he fell over onto her chest, the heat of his skin, the trembling of his legs, and the sweet secret triumph as his sperm oozed around inside her slot mixed around by the last of his convulsions.

This was paradise. 

Wincing a bit as Cale withdrew from her embrace; Trish roused herself from her glowing, sleepy state and looked around the circle. 

"After I fucked that one I was satisfied, but it just wouldn't have been fair to the others who were all sexy men, with needs like any other. I randomly choose the two closest to me. Roger and Stephen get over here." Stephen practically jumped up from where he was sitting and frantically began pulling down his pants. Roger moved closer, as if in some kind of daze.

"You don't have to do this he whispered." 

"I want to Roger. It is why I came out here. This and only this. To be fucked stupid by a gang of men." Reaching out she took his hand and kissed his palm, while moving herself onto all fours. She reached up and pulled Roger to her while arching her back and spreading herself for Stephen. 

Roger began to undo his pants and Trish relaxed, her eyes looking up at him from way down below. Behind her Stephen positioned himself between her legs and began to work himself into her oozing cunt. 

Sighing she accepted his manhood inside and he began to rail her eagerly, wedging himself in, and out shallowly, much more into speed than technique. Trish suspected Stephen watched too much porn. 

Now Roger was ready to place himself in her mouth, and Trish opened up and stuck out her tongue. Placing the head of his cock on her tongue Roger held himself in his hand and moved it side to side on the offered appendage. 

Allowing herself to me moved by the violent hammering happened to her bottom half Trish slid forward onto the penis aimed at her face, inhaling it lovingly. 

Stephen was panting and gasping over her rump, and she felt drips of sweat, falling onto her back.

In her mouth Roger was slowly moving in and out, just the first few inches gliding across the tip of her tongue and through the loose grip of her lips. 

As both men set their own pace Trish allowed herself to move automatically, her tongue lashed Roger's head whenever she felt it nudge her there, and her quaking pussy clenched each time Stephen's body bumped into her wide spread ass. 

It was a wonderful feeling being filled by two men, who were both so eager to supply her with much needed cock. Stephen clutched her ass cheeks in both hands as if trying to tighten her vagina from without, so she clamped down on him hard, making him groan.

Roger in the opposite fashion was stroking her face with his hands in such a loving fashion it made her weepy. 

Leaning farther over, Roger let his hand reach under her and begin to play with her breast, rubbing the swaying orb. 

"Stephen, rub her clit, don't just use her like a ham you're wanking into. Make her feel good." Roger hissed over her arched back.

"Oh, sorry."

Trish couldn't tell him she liked being used, that it was often the key to her pleasure, because her mouth was so wondrously full of him. And before she could think about disengaging to allay Stephen's guilt his fingers found her button and began to fumble between her legs probing around her bud.

Rather than argue, when a lucky digit grazed her enflamed clitoris and sent a thrill through her body, Trish just lifted a hand and guided the groping fingers to her magic button and pulled back her hood to give him full access to her most sensitive spot. 

Juddering convulsions shook her as another orgasm ripped along her nerves. 

Impaled on two poles Trish writhed about as she was skewered. Her arms and legs shook and her torso trembled from top to bottom. Both men had to lift their hands away from where they were playing with her sensitive bits and hold her close, trying to control the shudders threatening to shake her loose from where they impaled her. 

Stephen cried out and let loose a torrent of jism into her. Holding her twitching buttocks he drove himself as deeply into her as he could and sprayed his load of goo all over her insides. 

This flood propelled Trish even further along the road of euphoria. Colours danced behind her clenched eyelids. A rushing kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed as neurons in her brain fired sweet pleasure throughout her addled brain.

Dimly she could feel the hard shaft drop from her silently screaming mouth. At the other end, a now still boner twitched its after shocks, stuffed inside her clenching grip. 

Trish regained awareness when Stephen slumped back onto his haunches, wrenching himself from her fissure. A warm flood oozed down out of her yawning twat. Still high and trembling with after shocks Trish reached out her long neck and took Roger back into her mouth. 

Holding her ass aloft on quivering legs Trish left herself exhibited, desperate to soon be filled once more. Her insides fluttered with need; her body was so close to another climax that she wanted to let it happen. The whole of her being felt on the verge of a sneeze and she was desperate for release. 

Someone, she didn't know who as her face was now buried in Rogers tuft of pubic hair, lodged themselves between her legs and gratified her longing by entering her slit and jabbing into her interior. 

Slushing noises accompanied his penetrations and Trish was excited by the sloppy noises coming from her cunt. After three stabs once more her body reached fulfillment and Trish had another orgasm, squirting again in her gratification, fluid oozing out over her unknown lover, bathing his cock.

With a deep moan of satisfaction Trish gave in to the tide enveloping her in pleasure, with no control of her limbs what-so-ever she slumped popping Roger's meat from her loose mouth and falling to her face on the sleeping bag. The man in her snatch just held her hips and continued to pummel her into oblivion. 

The only awareness of having a body she had was an electric burning sensation centred in her clit, where a steady pulse sent signals from there to her scattered thoughts. Over and over this beacon jolted her numb brain with fresh impulses, and she clenched her beleaguered muscles over and over seeking more and more sperm to wash her in its life giving flow. 

Then a new signal was added to the one impelling her to squeeze her core. This one coming from her chest and she concluded her breasts. More intense pleasure, more painful bliss as a new note to the chord of rapture singing along her nerves completed a triad of physical delight.

The thrumming of her nerves resolved into the continued manhandling of her pussy and a constant pulling and pinching of her nipples as her breasts were mauled by unseen hands.

Trish forced her eyes open and saw Roger's cock a foot from her face as she knelt on the ground, behind her a man was still pummeling her twitching cunt, and Roger was laying on his side reaching under her to torment her sensitive tits. 

Glowing from the glorious orgasm and all the attention Trish raised her head enough on her wobbly neck to fall onto Rogers lap and lick and nuzzle his schlong. He moved his hips giving her full access to his meat and Trish slurped him into her mouth. This time she would get him off before she lost herself again. 

"Oh fuck she is so wet!" The man fucking her pussy shouted, and she recognized it as Scott's voice. No one stated the obvious that most of the lubricant he was using was the jism deposited in her by his friends. Instead Trish just moaned around the head of Rogers's rod and pushed back hard against Scott's ramming tool. 

Leaving her ass lifted wantonly Trish engaged her other lover, reaching out her hand and pumping his hardness into her maw. 

He had yet to stop twisting her nipples and with her other hand Trish lightly stroked his arms under her chest, encouraging him to continue. Ignoring the raw pulsing in her abused nipples Trish suckled his knob, gathering her resources. And when at last she felt able she lifted herself up with the hand that had been stroking Rogers arms and held herself up so that she could jack him with one hand and gobble him with her mouth; bobbing her head up and down, her lips sucked tight her tongue glossing over his sensitive gland.

Soon Roger gave up on her nipples and lifted himself up to his knees, Trish didn't miss a stroke, devouring his manhood like a fiend. When upright Roger began to fuck her face, his balls nudging her chin with each thrust. Opening up her throat Trish swallowed all that he had to offer, which wasn't as substantial as the others, but still a nice piece of meat. 

Pumping her fist along his length, Trish crammed his cock inside her mouth, and he in turn held her head and humped himself into her face over and over.

His breath began to deepen, and he made grunting noises, which Trish returned as whimpers and hums of pleasure. 

Knotting his hands in her hair Roger at last disgorged his spunk into her throat and she guzzled his spew like a drowning woman. Holding himself still Roger shot a thick load into her, and Trish continued to pump his shaft while working her tongue all over the underside of his twitching dong. 

When he at last finished dumping gobbets of cream in her throat Roger pulled back and Trish took in a gasping breath, as she had been unable to get a full breath with Roger so far down in her esophagus.