0 comments/ 37401 views/ 1 favorites Campfire Chronicles Ch. 01 By: BlueFish11 The air is cool and the breeze caresses our faces while the firelight dances in the women's eyes. This is the first night of their "girls camping weekend." This annual event has happened for six years now. They always camp in the same site, away from the main campers; they have more privacy that way. A campsite full of women tends to attract some attention, even when they don't mean to. It is Friday night -- opening night for them. No responsibilities, no chores -- just relaxation and the comfort of good friends. They had all arrived, set up their camp and were all relaxing in their seats, drinks in hand. They were in a different campsite this year -- a hurricane had come through the weekend before and they had to use a new site, in the main portion of the campground. The campground began filling up as they added more and more wood to the fire, broke out the snacks and refilled their drinks. Every so often a group of two or three would wander through the campground to the bathroom. Around 10pm they decided to do their "walkabout" which was code for scoping out the men in the campground for the single women in the group. There were only three single girls out of eight, but they all jumped at the chance to help their fellow tent mates. They walked the entire four loops of the campground in just under a half an hour and had chatted with several people, made another stop at the restrooms and had almost made it to our site when several nice looking men stopped them. "Are any of you ladies a nurse?" the blonde man asked, slightly out of breathe. Two women in the group are nurses, and readily volunteered. "Beth and Sam are nurses." Diane announced. "Would you two mind walking to our site and taking at look at one of the guys hands? He burned it making dinner." The other blonde man said. "Sure." Beth replied. "Absolutely." Said Sam. The women exchanged glances and giggled, and they headed up the driveway to their site - Beth and Sam walked to the campsite across the street from their campsite. The rest of the women went back to their relaxation by the campfire. It was only a few minutes until Beth came running back to the campsite to grab the first aid kit. "He only has a first degree burn -- Sam is keeping him company while I get the supplies. You gals should stop over there -- like 10 cute campers across the way!!" Beth said excitedly as she grabbed her kit and jogged back across the seat. The ladies were laughing and joking when the two nurses returned from their bandaging duties. "Well, how did it go? Did you save him?" Teresa joked. "Did you have to perform mouth to mouth on all of them? Jane added. Giggles and comments abounded from the circle of women around the campfire. "Girls -- they boys across the way said that there is a concert tomorrow night -- a sort of grateful dead type deal that the campground puts on every year. They said they will stop by on the way to see if anyone would like to go." Sam said as she laughed. Beth added, "We have to go back tomorrow to help him change his dressing -- or something like that." After the fire had all but burned out, the women headed to bed a few at a time. The next day dawned sunny and a little warmer. After a day of hiking and swimming in the creek the women came back to camp and cooked a big dinner of chicken, potatoes and pasta salad. Sam and Beth went back to check on the patient and were happy to report he was doing just fine under their care. As dusk happened upon the campground, the boys from across the way wandered into our campsite to see if anyone wanted to go to the concert. All the girls started to get ready to go, grabbing their flashlights, pulling on another sweatshirt and putting the remnants of dinner away. All the women started walking towards the road when Beth, Sam and Diane looked at each other and stopped walking. "I think I want another drink." Announced Sam. "I really don't like that type of music." Added Beth. "I'm with you all." Diane said as they trio turned around and walked back to the campfire. The rest of the group didn't even notice they weren't with them any longer, night had fallen among the forest and it was dark. They put more wood on the fire, pulled another drink out of the cooler and sat in their seats with their feet up laughing and joking. A shadow walked up the driveway toward their site and the sound of their laughter. The women looked up as they heard a stick break close to them. A brown haired man in his late twenties was suddenly standing by the fire. "Hello ladies." His voice was deep as he smiled at them. "Ummmm, hi. Where did you come from?" Di asked. "I am one of the guys with the burn victims that you all have been taking care of. I decided not to go to the concert -- not my kind of music." He said with a laugh. The women glanced at each other. "We decided not to go either." Said Sam. "Would you girls like a little smoke." He said as he lit up a joint. He took a hit and passed it to Beth. The four talked and drank and smoked and with in a half an hour were getting very comfortable with each other. Everyone was relaxed and warmed from the smoke and the liquor. "Do you ladies have any piercings or tattoos??" He asked. All three girls had tattoos, so did he. They all showed each other their tattoos. None of the girls had a piercing. "Would you all like to see my piercing?" he said with a sly smile. Beth's eyes lit up, "Where is it exactly." All sets of eyes were on him as he said "The head of my cock." He rose from his seat and began to unbutton his jeans. He pulled his semi-hard cock from his boxers, the ring in the head shone in the firelight. "Women say the ring hits the G-spot and makes sex incredible." All three women openly stared as his cock grew harder and harder as he stroked it slowly, their eyes moving with his hand. Up and down, he circled the ring with his fingers, tugging on it lightly. Beth licked her lips. Di gasped quietly and Sam fidgeted in her lap. Everyone moved as if it had been orchestrated ahead of time. He walked to Beth and she grasped him between her hands and gently flicked the ring with her tongue. Her silhouette and his blending in the firelight. Sam rose and began to extinguish the lanterns on the table and Di walked up behind Beth's chair and began massaging her more than ample tits through her sweatshirt. The only sound was his heavy breathing and the crackle of the wood burning in the fire. Beth began sucking him into her mouth, Sam's hands joined Beth's in unison sliding up and down his shaft. "Sam, suck on him, you have to feel the ring in your mouth." Beth said in a tone full of wonderment. Sam didn't miss a beat and bent over and licked at the ring. Di now had one hand on Beth's breast and the other on Sam's breast and began kissing Beth on the mouth. Their tongues brushing each other, nipples hardened in Di's palms. "Di, try it." Beth said as she broke the kiss. They both looked at Sam as she cupped his balls with one hand and her other was around the base of his fully erect cock. Beth's hands had moved to Sam's tits. Sweatshirts began to come off until each woman was topless, the shadow of the flames licking at their chests. They moved to the picnic table. As Di sat on the bench and hesitantly took him into her mouth he asked, "Does anyone want to feel it inside them -- to see if I was telling the truth?" He pulled his long-sleeved t-shirt off his sweating body in one fluid motion. Beth unbuttoned her jeans and Sam and Di helped Beth slide them down her legs until she was complete naked in the firelight. The women kept glancing nervously toward the road, looking for the flashlights bouncing on the road, signaling their campmates were on the way back. They could still hear the music - rebounding off the other side of the mountain, knowing the concert was close to the end. He laid back on the top of the picnic table, his cock pointing towards the stars. Beth straddled him atop the table. Di was on one side of the table sucking on Beth's nipples -- her thumb massaging Beth's clit -- Di's other hand was stoking her own snatch through her jeans. Sam was behind Beth and spread Beth's lips as Beth lowered onto his cock. The ring disappeared into Beth. Sam leaned forward and whispered in Beth's ear, "So was he right, does it feel good?" Sam's eyes meeting Di's over Beth's shoulder. Then taking in Di's hard nipples, down to her hand sliding back and forth making the friction on her jeans heating Di further. Sam's own hands still between Beth's thighs, Sam's fingers sliding up and down his cock feeling Beth sliding on him. Beth began breathing harder as she finally answered Sam -- "It feels great -- oh my god -- you guys should try this!!" The music ended. Di kissed Beth on the mouth and cupped both Beth's breasts in her hands. "Hurry -- they will be on their way back soon." All four increased their pace -- Sam and Di focused on Beth's impending orgasm. Their fireside visitor pounding into Beth faster and faster. Di looked up to see flashlights on the road, moving towards the site. The sound of people moving towards them. Beth opened her mouth and began to moan loudly as he grabbed her hips and pulled her flush onto his hips as he came inside her. Di kissed Beth hard to cover the sound. Sam had left and grabbed up the clothes -- throwing Di's sweatshirt to her over the table. Di helped Beth down off the table as Sam shoved Beth's clothes into her arms and propelled Beth toward her tent. "Go pretend you are changing your clothes into your pjs." Sam said hurriedly. "Night ladies." He laughed as he pulled his jeans up and picked up his t-shirt and faded into the night. Sam and Di re-took their seats, pulling on their shirts, threw some more wood on the fire and cracked open another beer. The rest of the ladies walked up the driveway, "What the hell happened to you three? Asked Teresa. "Where's Beth?" Jane said as she opened another beer. "Changing." Said Di. "How was the concert ladies?" All the women went about, changing into comfy clothes, talking about the concert and pulling out snacks and drinks. Teresa announced, "We invited the boys over for a night cap -- hope you three don't mind." An hour or so later, after many more drinks, the arrival of the boys and some more smoke -- it was all the trio of Sam, Di and Beth could do to stifle their laughter as he once again asked, ""Do you ladies have any piercings or tattoos??" Campfire Chronicles Ch. 02 My cousin asked me to set up the private campsite for some of his friends who were coming up for the weekend. I was mildly annoyed as I had many other things to do. I changed my tune when he told me it was a group of women campers. I spent several hours hauling the wood and setting up the tiki torches so they could find their way down the crushed gravel, one-way road to the camp site. My cousin and I were camping in one site with a few of our friends. The eleven women were camping in the only other site; about a football field length away. The Johnny on the Spot was delivered and we backed the water tank up, between the two campsites, closer to the one where I would be camping. The shower tent was a small three foot by three foot tent, about six feet high. It had warm running water when it was running right. The water tank was hooked up to a propane powered heater to warm the water and the water pressure was produced by hooking up the pump's power cables to a truck battery. All the women had arrived at the campsite by about ten o'clock and the air was filled with their voices – the voices catching up on each other's lives and moments. The chatting would continue for the better part of the weekend. They worked while they talked: erecting their tents; building the fire pit; hauling water and wood to the campsite; inflating air mattresses; setting up tables and organizing the food table; and lining up the coolers for easy access from the fire pit. We watched this flurry of activity in awe. Women campers are a rare breed and watching them in action was like watching a lion den in action. As the sun set over their camp, the campfire was started and soon there was dip and chips and pretzels being passed around amongst the group. The clink of empty beer and wine bottles as they were thrown into a pile by the table could be heard over the laughter of the women and the crackle of the fire. The Jack and Tequila was passed next – no shot glasses needed. We could hear words and phrases floating on the night air followed by loud, laughter. My cousin and I walked over to their site, introduced ourselves and asked if they needed anything. This was a silly question as they had it all under control. They invited us to have a beer with them so we gladly accepted the offer and sat and observed. There were numerous conversations going on at the same time. You could tell the women were all very relaxed with each other. They all introduced themselves, their name, if they had husbands and children, where they were from. We wanted to know their story and how they all got together. They explained that they had camped together, every year, for the last twelve years. It was a ritual for them, and they had it down to a science. We told them a little about us. They thanked us for setting up the site. Everyone was having a great time. The music was playing and they were singing and dancing. There was movement everywhere. We didn't know which story to listen to or where to be looking. Not wanting to interfere with their good time, nor did we want to have all the people from our site invade our moment with the women, we finished our beer and vowed we would be back again later. Walking back to our campsite, we were laughing at how much fun they were having. Our site paled in comparison. The girls we were with were jealous and making snappy comments about the conversations drifting from their site to ours. We tried to concentrate on the conversations in our own campsite, but the sounds coming from the other site distracted us. We were secretly wishing we were at the other site. The girls wandered to bed in groups of twos and threes. The remaining woman fed the fire, laughing, drinking and sharing. Only three of them stayed up until the sun began to rise in the East. The light breaking though the yellow, red and orange leaves, making them appear to be on fire on the top of the mountain surrounding us. We didn't want to go to bed before the women did so we tried to keep up with their drinking. We finally gave in and wandered to our tents as the last trio of girls went to theirs. We caught a few hours sleep until the sounds of girls around the fire, the smell of coffee and a hot breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs and toast made us follow our nose out of the tents. We sat bleary eyed slugging down some coffee with our soggy cereal. How could they be so functional already. We watched the woman in their morning routine. Cooking, washing up, brushing their teeth. Then they were dozing in the sun by the fire; some of them walking down to the creek and lying on rocks in the sun, cat napping. It was like having a webcam 24/7 and we were thoroughly enjoying it. By lunchtime they were drinking wine and rum and cokes. Laughing and relaxing around the fire, in the sun. The women were reading gossip magazines and novels, looking through pictures and brushing their hair. Sometimes, they were brushing each other's hair. Our campsite decided to go on a hike so we walked over to the girls and told them we were headed out if anyone wanted to go on a hike with us. Several women were just getting ready to take showers. The girls decided they had to shower during the day, while it is still warm enough out. Only four of them decided to stay behind and take a shower. The rest of their troupe (also) decided to take a walk. They were going to hike along the creek. Part way into our hike, I told my cousin I would catch up with them on the hike. I circled back to camp and came up behind our campsite, hiding out behind a tent. I was only about 12 feet from the shower tent, and about 12 feet from the women whom were about to shower. The portable shower tent was only big enough to shower in – not to get changed in. I was curious as to how the women would go about this outdoor shower business. One girl drove a small pickup truck to the shower tent. They hooked up the car battery to the heater for the water tank and started the shower. One person had to be outside the tank, to make sure the water didn't get too hot. Three of the girls – I think their names were Di, Jane and Teresa all stripped out of their campfire smelling jeans and tees, draping their clothes in piles over the tailgate of the truck, underwear nicely folded on the top of each pile. Samantha volunteered to man the hot water switch and hand out towels as the other three pulled bottles and wash clothes out of their bags resting on the ground near by. My jaw was agape. They women were so relaxed, and thought they were all alone so they were not worried about peeping toms, like myself. I watched Jane, whose kitty was completely shaven; grab Teresa by the arm playfully pulling her towards the shower. Di walked up behind Jane and slapped her on the ass. Their laughter was like warm winds blowing around my face. Jane had long blonde hair, down to her ass and nice C cup breasts with nice big nipples. Di was shorter, long dark hair, very large breasts. Teresa was also blonde, short hair, and looked like C cup breasts as well, nicely trimmed kitty. Samantha was standing braless, in a tank top and matching panties, working the heat. Di turned to grab her bath sponge and I noticed her kitty was almost completely shaven as well. She bent over her bag and pulled out her bottles for the shower. I tripped as I was bent over trying to see. I quickly jumped up as Di turned and saw me. A look of surprise at first on her face, then she relaxed and winked at me, turned her back and slipped into the shower. The top of the shower was mesh more than ¾ of the way to the ground, giving me a complete view of the girls. Jane raised her face to the spray, running her hands through her long hair as she wetted it down. Di grabbed the shampoo and began washing Jane's hair. Teresa was washing her own body. Her hands soaped her breasts and flat stomach; and then moving them up to her neck and face. So much to watch at once, I could scarcely take it all in. Naked, beautiful women in the flesh – so close I could smell the strawberry shampoo. Soap and water streamed down their backs as they laughed and played in the water. The water ran in rivulets between their breasts, down the small of their backs and between their ass cheeks. I was lost in my own head as I heard all three girls squeal loudly. I looked up in time to see the three in the shower jumping out of the shower. Samantha was laughing and laughing. "You bitch!! That was cold water." Jane hollered over the sound of the squealing. "Oooppss!! Sorry girls, my hand slipped." Samantha giggled. "Sure – wait till you get your ass in there!" Di hollered. "Okay, okay. It is warm – I won't do it again." Samantha said. All three girls' nipples hardened in the afternoon cool, forest air. Goosebumps rose on their glistening skin. They huddled together glaring at Samantha as they quickly jumped back in and began rinsing their hair and bodies under the warm water. Di finished off Jane's long hair. Teresa turned and began soaping Jane's breasts and stomach. Jane was now sandwiched between Di and Teresa. Jane reached up and pulled Teresa's mouth towards hers. As Jane kissed Theresa, Di reached around and fondled one of Teresa's breasts in one hand and with her other hand caressed one of Jane's breasts. Teresa broke the kiss with Jane and kissed Di on the mouth over Jane's shoulder. I watched – unable to believe what I was seeing. I turned and looked around our campsite – looking for someone to share this moment with! There was no one in site. I moved closer to the tent. There were only a few trees between myself and the wet women. Hands snaked over the wet skin, leaving soapy trails where they travelled. I wasn't sure whose hands belonged to who as the three girls moved as one. Di's back was to me. She looked over her shoulder to see where I was. As she caught my eye, I heard her say, "Jane, why don't you pick up the soap?" as she tossed her soap at Teresa's feet. Di squatted as Jane bent over, her ass directly in Di's face. Di spread Jane's wet legs with the palms of her hands on Jane's thighs. Di's upturned face catching the water running down Jane's ass crack. Jane's face was right in Teresa's kitty. My erection was hurting it was throbbing so hard in my jeans. I rubbed myself on the outside of my jeans as I saw Di's tongue licking Jane's ass. Jane writhed under Di's tongue lashing and applied her own lashing on Teresa's exposed clit. Jane had her hands on either side of Teresa's nice blonde lined pussy, pulling open her lips. I saw Jane's tongue quickly gliding over Teresa's inner folds. "That's it. I'm in." Samantha hollered. "I want some of that action." Teresa's knees buckled as she orgasmed on Jane's face. Samantha had stripped off her tank and panties as she stepped into the shower. She caught Teresa and helped lower her to the floor of the shower. Samantha kissed Jane on the mouth. "Does Teresa taste good?" Jane laughed as she kissed Samantha again. I was rubbing my jeans faster and faster as Samantha sucked on Jane's very erect nipples. Di was tonguing Jane's ass and sliding a soapy finger in and out as Jane moaned over and over. Samantha laid on her side and spread her legs as Teresa eagerly moved between them. I couldn't see exactly what Teresa was doing but by Samantha's vocalizations it must have been enjoyable. I had a great view of Di's pussy between her knees as she worked on Jane. Samantha slid a hand under Jane and first played with her and then moved on to Di. Di's fingers were already there and I could no longer contain myself as I watched Samantha and Di's fingers slid into Di at the same time. Soon the shower tent was just a writhing, moaning, wet and soapy arena. I didn't remember moving closer but I now realized I was standing about 2 feet away from the tent, a large wet stain on my jeans and my jaw on the pine needle covered ground. As I realized how close I was to the tent, the girls all screamed against each other's kitty. I froze. They all stood up and began rinsing off, and then they noticed me. "I think we have a spy in our midst." Jane said. They all looked at my jeans at the same time. I was very uncomfortable. "Did you enjoy the show?" Teresa teased. "Maybe you should get in here and wash off." Samantha stated. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower with the women. I followed Di's gaze on the rise of the hill behind us and heard the others coming back towards camp. The women got out of the shower and grabbed their towels and clothes and carefully found the way down the hill to their tents giggling and laughing as the rest of our two campsites walked over the hill. Not quite sure what I should do, I turned my back on them and finished my shower, not really positive that I had really just been witness to that scene. ============ If you like the campfire girls you should also read Campfire Chronicles 01. Thank you so much for the reads and the votes. Mr. Editor - thanks to you!!