0 comments/ 470487 views/ 24 favorites Happy Campers By: Tattletale The narrow road through the primeval forest was hardly more than a trail. It finally petered out, and, loaded down with camping supplies, my family set out on foot for the secluded campsite. My beautiful wife Joyce and our three daughters April, May, and June, led the way and my son Jack and I, burdened down like pack mules, brought up the rear. Jack and I had discovered the campsite on a fishing trip. The meadow on the banks of the crystal-clear lake showed no signs of having been visited by any living thing other than deer and elk. Privacy was very important to us, as you'll soon see. Jack and I had to make two more arduous trips between the van and the campsite. By the time we finished, the women had stripped off their clothes and were swimming in the cool water of the lake. As we set up camp, we could hear them laughing and splashing. We were sorely tempted to cool off with a quick dip, but there would be time for that later. We tossed aside our sweat-soaked clothing and worked in the nude. With the camp functional, Jack and I headed for the lake with bars of soap hanging around our necks. He already had a nice hard-on, and my cock was at half-mast and steadily rising. We reached the bank and looked down toward the lake. My three beautiful daughters were waist-deep in the water with their bare breasts bouncing and jiggling as they horsed around like kids. Their equally naked mother was stretched out on the grass toasting her beautiful body in the sun's rays. Jack let out a soft wolf-whistle and said, "Dad, it just isn't fair that we have so much fine pussy all to ourselves." The girls cheered and applauded when they looked up and saw our erections. Before I continue, I should tell you a little about us. Joyce and I are in our early forties. I run my own business and she is a homemaker. She gave up a promising career as a fashion model to marry me and raise our children. She is a stunning beauty who turns heads wherever she goes. My scrumptious daughter May is a schoolteacher. I'm sure that most of her boy students, and probably many of her girl students, have crushes on her. June, the oldest, is a policewoman. I would have preferred a less dangerous career for her, but I was unable to talk her out of it. Of my three exquisite daughters, April is perhaps the most beautiful. She makes more money as a stripper than the rest of us combined. At nineteen, Jack is the youngest of my children. The bright young man is studying engineering in college. Jack dove into the water and let out a howl when he discovered how chilly it was. I slowly waded in to give my body time to adjust. Jack made a beeline for beautiful April and offered to soap her up. Hand-in-hand, they walked into shallower water until they were knee-deep. I knew that Jack would start with her tits, because he's a tit-man like me. He lathered them up and then soaped his way down her belly toward the Promised Land. I put my arms around June's and May's slender waists and pulled them up against me. "You're stinky, Dad," June said. "We need to get you cleaned up." They took my hands and led me up into shallow water. I was pleased to see that the chilly water had not had any effect on my boner. "Dad, you soap June while I soap you, then we'll switch places," May said. I started with June's neck and shoulders and then moved down to her tits. All four of my women have beautiful, natural tits, but June's may be the nicest. They are just the right size for her body and have the perfect amount of sag. As I soaped them up, the nipples, already hard from the cool water, became even harder. May finished my back and started on my ass. She soaped the cheeks and then lathered up the crack. A soapy finger sliding up my ass made my cock bob in front of me. A few feet away, April was soaping up her brother's genitals. The cold water had not effected his erection. April ran her hand up and down the soapy shaft. June, May and I soaped each other up in various combinations. Then we got to the good part. I lathered up June's beaver while May soaped my cock and balls. My frisky daughters gleefully teamed up to soap up my genitals. It felt incredible but I pulled their hands away. "I've got a real nice load built up and I wouldn't want to waste it, girls," I said. "What about me?" Joyce asked, as she tiptoed into the water. I sat on the bank and watched her four children soap every inch of her curvaceous body. She had May and June soaping her tits, April soaping her pussy, and Jack lathering her ass. Squeaky clean in no time, she pushed them away and dove into the water for a rinse. We were all pretty sexed up by then and almost went at it there on the bank, but we decided to stick to our plan and wait for later. I treasured my intense horniness and wanted it to last a little longer. I started a fire and got out the six thick steaks that I had brought to celebrate the first night of our vacation. While the steaks sizzled on the fire, the girls finished making up the insides of the three tents. By the time we finished off our juicy steaks and crisp baked potatoes, the sun was sinking into a distant mountain range. The sight took my breath away. Jack had insisted on lugging his guitar along. He started playing and we were soon singing campfire songs. Yes, I know it was a corny thing to do, but there is something about sitting around a campfire that makes you want to sing. My adorable daughters sang the perfect song for the occasion, the raunchy ditty "Roll Me Over in the Clover". I grinned as I thought how I would soon be rolling all three of them over in the patches of clover that dotted the meadow. Jack passed a joint around and we all took a deep drag. June, the policewoman, joked that she would have to arrest him, but she took a puff, too. Jack set his guitar aside, put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and weighed her big tits on his palm. I tried to guess how long it would take him to get one of her suckers in his mouth. I figured twenty seconds, and was only a couple of seconds off. Jack starting with his Mom was the icebreaker that got things rolling. A big part of my stressful job is making unpleasant decisions. The only decision I had to make then was a very pleasant one - which of my beautiful daughters to fuck first. I decided to take them in calendar order with April first, then May, and then June. I crooked a finger at April and she crawled toward me with a smile on her face. Beautiful April sat beside me and took my hard cock in her hand. She told me to lie back on the blanket, then she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. I stared up in awe at the sky above me. Without the light pollution that blocks the stars in the city, millions of dots twinkled above me. I made a few wishes on them before they were blocked out by my daughter's ass descending on my head. Her sweet-smelling pussy pressed against my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her slit then screwed it into her hole. I could see the others out of the corners of my eyes. Jack and his mother had also chosen to dish out the foreplay sixty-nine style. June and May were kissing and fondling each other's plump tits. I knew they would soon move on to more advanced sex-play. I could have let that first load go in my daughter's hard-sucking mouth, but I thought it would be more fitting to shoot it into her pussy. I rolled her off of me and mounted her. Her cunt seemed to grab my cock when I slipped it in. All of the girls had inherited their mother's tight pussy. She was tight even after giving birth to four children. Jack had the same idea. He positioned his mother on her elbows and knees and drove his cock into her from the rear. Doggy-style is their favorite way to fuck. I was very pleased to see that he was giving her what I call a "finesse-fuck". I taught him the basics. Fucking with finesse is not one technique but many. The secret is variety. Every stroke must be different from every other stroke. The woman must not know what is coming next. On the other side of the fire, June and May were locked in a sixty-nine. It suddenly dawned on me that we had three variations of incest going at the same time: father-daughter, mother-son, and sister-sister. The only other viable possibility was mother-daughter, and there would be plenty of that before our vacation was over. Jack and I had absolutely no interest in exploring the other taboo - father-son incest. April began bucking up against me as she got close to orgasm. None of my ladies are screamers. June is a panter like her mother. May is a moaner. April makes a strange, blubbering sound when she comes. When she started slobbering in my ear, I knew I was plucking the right strings. "Give it to me, Dad," she begged. "Give it to me hard while I'm coming." Finesse-fucking is a wonderful thing, but there is a time when the "ramrod" is called for. I stopped the screwing around and drove my ramrod straight into her barrel. The strong muscles in the walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock. We were pumping each other so fast that our asses would have been blurred in a picture. She was convulsing from her third orgasm when I creamed inside her. I wrapped my arm around her soft shoulders and cuddled her while we watched the others. I was very proud of my son for outlasting me. He was as much a cocksman as I was. He had flipped his mother over on her back and had her ankles propped on his shoulders. Joyce loves that position for the intense orgasms that it always gives her. She was panting hard as her son fucked her toward an orgasm. "OH, MY GOD, YOU'RE MAKING ME COME, JACK! OH, YES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jack jumped to his feet and shot his load all over his mother's beautiful body. Joyce raised herself on her elbows and opened her mouth wide. Jack took aim on it and scored three direct hits. April and I applauded his performance, but June and May were far too wrapped up in masturbating each other to notice. June had managed to work half of her hand up into her sister's cunt. May's fingers were plunging into June's sloppy honey-pot. They panted like two dogs on a hot summer day and came in a dead heat. What a beautiful sight they made as they pumped their hands into each other's sopping pussies. We all quietly cuddled as we recovered from our orgasms. I had my arm around April's silky shoulders. From time to time she quivered as an orgasmic aftershock rippled through her. She encouraged these mini-orgasms by constantly toying with her pussy. I slipped my hand lower and scooped up one of her fruity tits. Her dumplings were big enough to fuck between, and I intended to do it more than once before our vacation was over. All three of my daughters inherited their mother's big tits. "Who are you going to fuck next, Daddy?" April asked. "Oh, it doesn't really matter. We have an entire week to fuck." "Well, I hope you get back to me a few more times. You fuck me better than anybody has ever fucked me." "Jack always gives you a good fuck, doesn't he?" "Yeah, but I like your style better. Jack just loves to pound away. That's okay when I'm really horny, but I can start off cold with you and you always make me come." My little beauty was casually jacking my cock and fondling my balls. Under her ministrations, the beast began coming back to life. She lay across me and pressed her perfect tits against my genitals. She began rubbing her tits back and forth against my balls and the underside of my cock and within a few minutes I had a respectable hard-on. I gave April a fatherly kiss on the forehead. "Why don't you go play with your mother now," I suggested. She crawled over to Joyce and began licking her brother's sperm from her tits. I went to May and took one of her perky nipples in my mouth. My hand was drawn to her pussy like iron to a magnet. Her womanhood was wet with her sex juices. Jack was already between June's legs sucking on her pussy. As April mounted her mother and rubbed her body against hers, the two exchanged a passionate kiss. I crawled between May's legs and caressed her pussy with my tongue. The two moaned a soft duet. "Did you have fun with your sister?" I asked. "Yeah, Dad. I always have fun with June. What I need right now is a nice, hard cock to keep me from becoming totally a lesbian." "Well, we wouldn't want that now, would we?" I said. I mounted her and shoved my cock into her tight cunt a little harder than usual. She immediately began bucking up against me. Next to us, June ordered Jack onto his back and straddled him. She prefers to be on top when she fucks. She likes to be in control. Maybe that's why she chose law enforcement as her profession. May reached over and held Jack's cock up and June impaled herself on it. The four of us began fucking at about the same tempo. Jack had his legs spread wide to give him better orgasmic control. That left his balls vulnerable and May couldn't keep her hands off of them. I glanced over at the tents and saw April rummaging around in her knapsack. She pulled out a strap-on dildo that I had bought her as a gag birthday gift. She stood above her mother and carefully strapped the dildo to her Venus mons, then she knelt and guided the device into her mother's pussy. Joyce let out a loud moan as the dildo sank deep into her creamy center. Then all six of us were fucking under the stars. May began whimpering and whining as I finessed her pussy. I delivered every thrust at a different angle and to a different depth. Jack had given up on finesse-fucking and was using his cock like a ramrod. The sight of my son's big cock plunging into my daughter's cunt fueled my lust. I pulled my cock out until only the head was in, then twisted my ass in a circle and corkscrewed into her. That was all it took to set off her orgasm. "Let me rest, Daddy," she said when she was finished. "My God, you always do me up right. Now why don't you go help Jack fuck June? You know how much she likes two cocks at the same time." June was still posting up and down on her brother's sturdy cock when I knelt down behind her. May spread her sister's ass-cheeks so I could take aim on the puckered hole. June's sex juices coating every inch of my cock provided all the lubricant I needed. I eased the head past the tight anal ring then paused for a few seconds to let her adjust. When the spasms in her ass weakened and became less frequent, I slid forward into the buttery tunnel until my balls were against Jack's balls. Jack and I fucked June using alternate strokes. I could feel the heat of his cock through the paper-thin membrane separating the two orifices. Our balls slapped together with each thrust until May reached in to hold them. June began to wheeze as the double-fucking brought all of her carnal nerves to life. When she shouted that she was coming, Jack and I abandoned the alternating thrusts and drove into her together. With less room for expansion, her tight ass got even tighter. Jack was pumping so hard that I could hardly keep up with him. He stopped thrusting and I felt his cock throbbing against mine as his balls emptied into her. With a great sense of relief, I stopped holding back and shot my wad deep into my daughter's clenching ass. A short distance away, mother and daughter were sharing an orgasm. It was as close as we had come to a "family orgasm". That was probably the best week of my life. We swam, fished, and, best of all, we sucked and fucked. I learned that two men are no match for four borderline nymphomaniacs. I was pretty well used up after the fourth day. Jack managed to outlast me by a day or so. The women relied more and more on their strap-ons. By the last day, we had all had our fill of sex. We're planning another camping trip for this summer and I'm inviting my two brothers to go along so there will be an equal number of cocks and cunts. I'll tell you how that worked out when we get back. Happy Campers This is one of my first submissions so feel free to add comments…be nice :) ******************************* 'Kari this rain isn't going to die down' Sara complained, flicking back her curly blonde hair. Kari and Sara were camping out in the Moore Valley and for the third day in a row it was raining. 'Baby I know but we can still have fun' Kari replied wrapping an arm around her lover's shoulder. Kari pulled back her long dark hair from her pale face and secured it with an elastic band. 'How can we have fun when there is nothing we can do except stay in this tiny tent?' Sara exclaimed, throwing herself back onto the inflatable mattress they shared. Kari clambered on top of Sara and ran her finger across Sara's pink bottom lip. 'Well I know what I'd like to do right now but what about you?' Kari raised an eyebrow as Sara's eyes closed and she softly bit Kari's finger. 'Thought as much'. Sara's hands ran up Kari's back and slid under the thick blue fleece she wore. Kari's spine tingled from Sara's touch. Her lips pressed down softly on Sara's then more firmly as she slid her tongue over Sara's bottom lip and finally into her mouth. Their tongues massaged and slid together, just as Kari's hands began to pull down Sara's jeans. 'Nice pants' giggled Kari as she spied Sara's floral boxer shorts. 'Oh! I forgot I had them on' Sara giggled as she began to pull off Kari's fleece and t-shirt. Kari sat up and let down her hair as Sara ran her eyes over Kari's small body, she lingered at her C cup breasts encased in their white lace bra. 'Take off your jeans and pants honey'. Kari wiggled out of her Levi's and then stripped off her cotton pants, Kari had always been one for practicality rather than appearance. 'Hey now it's your turn. Take off all your clothes' Kari whispered, as Sara happily obliged. Kari bent down and planted a loving kiss on Sara's mouth, slipping her tongue in and tickling the roof of Sara's mouth. 'Hey you know that tickles!' Sara giggled breaking the kiss, 'But I didn't say stop'. Sara leaned forward and licked Kari's bottom lip before kissing her. As they shared their passionate kiss, her hand slipped round Kari's back and unhooked her bra and flung it to the heap of discarded clothes. They rolled onto their sides so they were facing each other. Sara stroked Kari's shoulder with her fingertips as she began nibbling her ear down to her neck. 'Ohhh..Mmm…' Kari quietly moaned as Sara pressed her body on top of Kari's and began working her way to Kari's breasts. Sara ran her tongue around the left nipple before taking it into her mouth where she began to suckle and softly bite it. She took Kari's right hand and pinned it behind her head whilst moving over to Kari's right breast. As she sucked hard on that juicy pink nipple she pinned back the left hand on top of the right. Kari smiled down at Sara as Sara planted soft sweet kisses along her stomach and down to her sweet mound. Sara lightly flicked her tongue over Kari's clit and around her swollen dripping wet lips. A small whimper escaped Kari's lips. Sara pressed her lips to Kari's clit and her tongue circled and massaged it causing Kari to quiver and gasp with pleasure. 'Oooh Sara you know what I like honey'. Sara brought her tongue to Kari's pussy and teased her by slipping her tongue lightly into the dripping wet hole. Kari reached down and held fast to Sara's head as she plunged her tongue deep into Kari's pussy. As Sara slid her tongue in and out of Kari's needy pussy, Kari began to arch her back as she felt the orgasm build inside her. Just as she began to cum her body shook and she moaned 'Sara!'. Her hot sweating body glowed from the orgasm her sweet lover had given her. As Kari kissed her lover to thank her she slipped her hand down to Sara's soaking pussy and began to massage it with her fingers. Sara let a moan escape into Kari's mouth as Kari's fingers began to slip inside her vagina. Kari's fingers curled inside Sara's pussy as she pushed them in and pulled them out as hard as she could. Sara's spine tingled with electricity from Kari's masterful touch. 'Oh Kari I'm gonna cum!' Sara moaned as she tipped her head back and felt her juices gush out onto Kari's hands. Kari pulled out her fingers now coated in Sara's sticky juice and wiped it along her lips. 'Taste your pussy Sara…Ohhh it tastes so good...Mmm' Kari licked her lips as Sara began to kiss and lick up every drop of pussy juice on Kari's mouth. Sara slid her thigh under Kari's pussy and Kari did the same. They began to grind their pussies into each other's legs. Their gasps grew to moans and then to shouts and finally screams as they came so hard that the mattress was soaked in thick sticky pussy juice. 'I wanna fuck you honey, fuck you hard' Sara whispered climbing on top of Kari and pressing her pussy against Kari's. Sara began to grind her pussy roughly against Kari's. She reached out and grabbed on to the tent pole above her head as she could feel the orgasm build up inside her. Kari screamed as she felt her orgasm reach its peak. Sara clamped her pussy down on Kari's as they came. Both screaming obscenities as their juice spurted out. Sara collapsed onto Kari's body and they lay entwined in their hot and sweaty mess. Happy Campers My Girlfriend of two years had never been on a camping trip in her entire life. Conversely, I had spent many vacations camping out and consequently, found little fascination in "roughing it." Melinda kept badgering me about camping out so I devised a plan to take her on the camping trip from hell, thinking it would dissuade her from wanting to further commune with nature. I've never been so wrong in my life. I dragged all of my old camping gear out and we went shopping for the things we needed including a new nylon tent and air mattress. Lindy was having a field day buying all the compact, portable goodies she thought would make her adventure something to treasure. We loaded the 4 X 4 and set out into the desert to a remote location where a few hot tubs attracted the hardier traveler. Rolling into the campground, the first sight that greeted us was a sign that indicated the hot springs were a "clothing optional" area. Lindy, one of the straightest women I've ever known, (or so I thought) didn't react at all. We looked for a campsite and because the lower springs were crowded, we went to the upper springs which are barren and exposed and qualify as "primitive." We set up camp, had a cocktail and motored back to the more comfortable grassy area at the lower springs. Most of the people were either lounging on the lawn or sitting in the hot tubs and few had so much as a scarf on. Lindy didn't miss a beat as she immediately stripped and revealed her tight, compact, 100 lb. body. We jumped in one of the tubs and enjoyed a nice soak and conversation with other campers. I was amazed at how comfortable Lindy seemed to be with public nudity. I watched the other bathers and noticed that several men were scoping her full breasts which have permanently erect nipples. We exited the pool after a time and spread our towels out on the grass and visited with some guys who were reclining on chaise lounges. Melinda got into an animated conversation with one of the men, a guy who was alone but frequently visited the springs and knew quite a few of the "regulars." Jason was middle-aged, pony-tailed, fairly tall, well built, and had a large, flaccid penis which was hard to ignore. I was challenged to a game of chess by a young guy and proceeded to play while Lindy carried on with Jason. After managing a draw, I went back to Lindy who invited our new friend back to our campsite for cocktails. We were getting pretty inebriated and as I delivered another round, I noticed that Jason had, as I teased, "half a hard-on." Lindy looked right at Jason's crotch and giggled at his semi-erect penis. It didn't really get much larger but it was starting to point toward the sky. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Lindy asked, "May I touch it?" I was shocked because this was so out of character for her. She wasn't asking me, she was talking to Jason who didn't answer as she reached over and grabbed his rod which fully stiffened in a heartbeat. She gave it a few strokes and then cupped his swollen balls with her other hand. I instantly went hard myself and then it became apparent that Lindy, who had closed her eyes, was silently imagining Jason's cock inside of her. Jason reached over and began fondling Lindy's tits while I gave my own member a few strokes. Though completely dumbstruck, I realized that we were easily visible to other campers so I snapped them out of their reverie by suggesting we take this inside. Lindy grinned at Jason and jerked on his member. "Come on, big guy." She said and led him into the tent which was barely large enough for the three of us. I stayed to the side of the air mattress while Lindy went to work on Jason's cock. She sucked and stroked him until he was moaning and groaning. He grabbed her blonde hair and began pulling on her until it was quite obvious he was going to blow his load. She disengaged from his throbbing member and gave him a few seconds to settle down before mounting him. I continued to watch and stroke my cock silently. Lindy rocked slowly and deliberately and within a minute or so, began having an intense, almost violent orgasm. It was too much for me. I splattered myself with my own cum while she writhed, impaled on Jason's dick. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she began thrusting on Jason who returned her thrusts with his own. In seconds, he gasped and shot his load deep within her. Lindy climbed off of Jason, took his softening member in her mouth for a moment, and then kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "It's time for you to go." He crawled out of the tent and I took my place beside Lindy and began kissing her. I worked my way down to her still steaming and dripping pussy and ate her to another crashing climax. We made love all weekend between trips down to the hot tubs. Lindy was the center of attention every time we arrived for a soak so I assumed Jason had told his acquaintances about the encounter. That was 10 months ago. I've regained my appreciation for the great outdoors and we've been camping many times. We have not had another experience like the first, but talk about it all the time during our now-explosive lovemaking. Happy Campers I have long been an avid outdoorsman. I love just about anything and everything having to do with camping in the wilderness. As such, I was careful to ensure before I married that my wife would share the same enthusiasm for it that I did. When Jolene and I married, she was everything and more that I could have ever wanted or expected in a partner. And though we spent our wedding night in a comfortable hotel room, I was even more anxious and excited when we had at her suggestion, spent the remainder of our honeymoon, traveling and camping in the great outdoors. In time, we befriended another couple whose interests were very similar to ours. We became very close, fast friends, often spending weekends camping together. Shelly and Ned had been camping for years, had a favorite, very secluded spot that they often went to a few times each year. Invited to go along, Jolene and I anxiously awaited the following three-day weekend where we would travel there together with them for the very first time. As easy as we all felt around one another, it wasn't something we came right out and discussed exactly, but being in close proximity to one another in what I could only describe as a fairly intimate setting, presented some interesting challenges. For one, I became rather amorous whenever I was outdoors, as did Jolene. Which meant, that regardless of whatever sleeping arrangements we made, the aspect of our rather noisy lovemaking would become quickly obvious. We had jokingly discussed some of those aspects with our friends, delighted to find, as well as hear, that they too enjoyed a rather active sex-life, made more so by the freedom and thrill of simply being outside. We'd arrived at the remote spot they had discovered several years ago, quickly pitching our near identical tents side by side. As it was already nearing sunset, the first order of business once the tents and bedding had been taken care of, was to dig a pit in preparation for an evening fire. Jolene and Shelly had begun preparing a simple meal for our first night's dinner while Ned and I busily hauled wood for later use. Although we certainly "roughed" it as we called it. We weren't without certain amenities. One of which was a solar shower that Ned and I set up for use the following morning. There was a nearby stream that was perfect for it. And one in which Ned had plenty of experience setting up as he had done so before. We'd just finished setting it up when Ned turned towards me with a very conspiratorial look on his face. "Come with me. There's something I want to show you," he told me. "I think you're going to like this." Crossing the shallow stream, I followed him up the side of the fairly steep hill on the other side. The pine tree's were thick, but there was a deer trail that we could easily follow as it wound up through the trees towards the top of the ridge overlooking our campsite. I continued to follow him, curious as to where we were going, and why. A few moments later we reached a small rocky out-cove where he sat down. Sitting down next to him I saw why he had brought me here. Almost directly below us, where it would be virtually impossible for anyone below us to see, even looking up, sat the shower enclosure that Ned had set up. "Even Shelly doesn't know about this spot," he informed me. "And as funny as this sounds, I've come up here and watched her showering without her even knowing that I have. It's erotic as hell to see her standing there bathing with no idea that I...or anyone else for that matter can see her." I didn't really quite know how to respond to that. As comfortable as we are were around one another, the thought of literally 'spying' on my best friends wife had remained so far one of those secret little fantasies guys sometimes entertained about one another's wives. If he was actually intimating to me that the two of us would have some opportunity to look down upon our wives while they showered, well...I was up for that. "Shelly usually likes to come down for her shower around noon. By then the sun has usually warmed the water sufficiently enough to have a nice long shower. With luck, maybe Jolene will come down and join her," he said conspiratorially. The enclosure was certainly big enough for two people. And even if the girls didn't shower together, the prospect of watching them both, even one after the other was extremely exciting. The aspect of my best friend getting to see my wife's naked body was also very arousing to me, as was my getting to see Shelly in the nude too. Ned had already explained that we'd make some excuse to go exploring after first ensuring that it was their intention of showering shortly before we headed off. As we had both hoped, planned, and discussed, the following afternoon Shelly had in fact mentioned that she was preparing to head down and take her shower. I was delighted when Jolene indicated that she'd enjoy doing that too. And as we'd already prearranged of course, Ned and I soon headed out on our "hike" as we'd called it, leaving the girls to their preparations. Being a relatively short hike to our secret little overlook, we arrived well ahead of the women, patiently sitting there waiting for them. "Look! There they are!" Ned said excitedly. And as though reading my mind, he added. "Don't worry. They can't hear us unless we actually made an effort to shout down at them. But...I have heard Shelly singing before. Sound travels up far more easily, so if we sit quietly, we might actually be able to hear them as well as see them too." Somewhat disappointedly, it became obvious that the girls were planning on showering separately as opposed to doing so together. So though our mutually discussed fantasy of seeing the girls together, wasn't going to happen, we would be treated to a much longer version at least of seeing them as they took turns. Shelly had worn a simple bathrobe, laying a neatly folded stack of clothing down on a nearby rock for dressing later. As she briefly surveyed her surroundings, she removed the robe hanging it up on a nearby tree limb. Now naked, she parted the semi-transparent plastic covering that Ned had hung stepping into the enclosure. What neither of them knew however, was that from our vantage point, Ned and I could see clearly down inside the enclosure itself. The shower wasn't designed to run continuously. They'd use up all the sun-warmed water in a hurry if either of them did that. Instead, Shelly allowed enough of it to wet her completely before turning it off, and then proceeded to soap herself up afterwards. Shelly had much larger breasts than my wife did, though I'd always considered Jolene's tits to be pretty good sized. As easy as it was to see them, I was even more delighted when Ned produced a pair of binoculars he'd stuck inside his backpack, handing them to me. "Here...this will help," he said grinning wickedly. I quickly brought her into focus. It was almost like being there. Shelly had much darker, almost chocolate colored nipples that near covered the entire front portion of her breast. As she thoroughly soaped them, washing them over and over until she had worked up a nice thick rich lather, I then took notice of the dark patch of hair between her legs. Finding myself becoming aroused, I handed the glasses back to Ned. Though he took them from me, gazing down at his wife for several long moments, he soon handed them back to me. "Go ahead...enjoy. I'm already pretty familiar with the way my wife looks," he said grinning. The obvious implication was, he'd take a much longer turn using the binoculars when it was my wife's turn to shower. Something that was very understandable. "This is great!" I said once again bringing Shelly into view. She had turned on the shower long enough to rinse. But then I watched as she thoroughly soaked her hair. "Jolene? Did you bring down the shampoo?" she asked. I was surprised how easy it was to have heard them. Though when Jolene responded, I didn't quite hear her as clearly, realizing that she needed to be closer to the water perhaps. We both watched as my wife approached holding the bottle of shampoo. "Want me to help wash your hair?" she asked Shelly. "Oh...that would be great!" she answered. And suddenly, Ned and I realized we were going to see the two of them naked together after all. My wife quickly hung up the robe she was wearing next to Shelly's, stepping into the enclosure. I watched for a second more before handing off the binoculars back to Ned. This time he spent his fair-shared amount of time watching them, and I found a curious excitement in the knowledge that he was getting off on looking at my wife. As we both hoped, Jolene stepped behind Shelly to help her. The thought of the two of them standing there together touching one another while naked was arousing of course yes. Unfortunately, they weren't doing anything sexual, which was highly unlikely given the circumstances. Jolene soon began to soap up her own body, also washing her breasts while Shelly stood there watching her in anticipation of helping her wash her hair. "Wouldn't the boys love to see this!" My wife stated casually. For a second there, I thought they had perhaps grown suspicious of our doing just that and actually drew back a little. "Don't worry...there's no way they can see us," Ned assured me. "I know, cause I've stood down there looking up at this spot. But with the sun behind us the way it is, there's too much glare for one thing. And for another, the angle to where we're sitting is too much of a stretch for them to see without straining their necks to actually do so. And we'd have plenty of warning even if they did become suspicious!" Shelly not only helped Jolene with washing her hair, but she had also soaped up her back. Jolene then did the same for her before either one of them turned the shower back on in order to rinse. "I admit Jolene. I always get aroused whenever we come here, especially when I shower. There's just something about being outside like this, naked...that gets to me." "I know what you mean," My wife answered her. "Quite often when Ray and I go camping we often don't even bother getting dressed. It's so exciting to be able to walk around in the woods wearing nothing. And even better when Ray and I have found some secluded little meadow or something, and end up making love in it together." Surprised that Jolene had just shared this piece of information with Shelly, I was even more surprised when Shelly shared a secret bit of information of her own. And I laughed, as Ned learned something he'd never known about before either. "You know what else I like to do?" Shelly had begun. "No what?" Jolene asked. Shelly giggled, almost embarrassedly so. "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this. But I think of things, do things up here, that I'd never even consider thinking about or doing back in the city. There's just something about the out of doors that awakens desires in me that I otherwise wouldn't even act on." "What? What?" Jolene prompted her excitedly. "Tell me Shelly...what?" "Don't laugh," Shelly urged her. "But at night? I often find myself having to get up to pee. It's usually colder, so I wrap one of our blankets around myself before going outside. After I've peed, I usually go sit down by the still smoldering fire. With luck, it's still warm enough to take the chill off. But as usually the case with me, I'm now wide awake." "I know what you mean...that happens to me too whenever I have to get up," Jolene said interrupting her. "But...go on with what you were saying," she urged. "Well, what I do then might shock you," Shelly giggled again, even lowering her voice, which caused Ned and I both to worriedly look at one another. Luckily, Shelly's voice rose sufficiently for us to hear her clearly though we had to strain our ears to do so. "And so...I sit down by the warm embers of the fire, gaze at the stars, and masturbate!" "Holy shit!" Ned stated. "I never knew about that!" he said truthfully. "Hot damn!" "Once I've given myself a nice little orgasm, I'm ready to go to sleep again," she finished saying. "Sounds like a good idea to me!" Jolene stated playfully. "Though admittedly I've never thought of doing that, I might have to try it while we're here," she told her. Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Shit!" I exclaimed, just as surprised as Ned had been. "God Ned, if she gets up in the middle of the night now...." Ned laughed. "I know what you mean. I wonder if there's someway either of us can sneak out to see that?" he wondered jokingly. We watched as the girls finished rinsing one another off, and lingered long enough to see them dressing before scrambling back down the hill towards camp. We arrived shortly after the girls had. "Enjoy your hike?" Shelly asked Ned after we'd returned. "Yeah...it was nice. Enjoy your shower?" he asked back innocently. I was sure I saw a slight blush in Shelly's cheeks as she turned to steal a glance towards Jolene. "Yeah...we did," she quipped with a lot more behind that statement than she was letting anyone in on. Though I noticed my wife's sly smile as she returned her look. "Yeah, maybe the two of you ought to think about taking one yourselves. Especially if you want to do anything...later." Jolene added now smiling directly at me. # The heat of the afternoon increased. Even sitting beneath the canopy of tree's that shaded us somewhat from the direct sun, didn't dampen the heat all that much. Ned and I had stripped down to nothing more than shorts. Sitting around the makeshift table we'd put together, Jolene had just brought us over a pitcher of Margarita's to help cool us down with. "You know, the only thing better would be if I was drinking this in the nude," I said half-jokingly. Fact was, most of the time whenever Jolene and I went camping together, I was nude...if not both of us. "So do it then," Ned said speaking up. "I'm sure that Shelly wouldn't mind...if Jolene didn't object to it," he said glancing towards his wife. Shrugging her shoulders she looked towards Jolene. "Wouldn't bother me any. I'm surprised that Ned hasn't done that already anyway. He usually does!" Quick as bunnies, Ned and I were soon stripping off the rest of our clothing. Within seconds, we were both lounging there in the nude. "Well?" "Well what?" Shelly responded looking at Ned. "Aren't the two of you going to join us?" he asked. But it was my wife who responded before she did. "Should have known there was another reason behind that," she quipped. "The two of you just want to get us naked." "Anything wrong with that?" I continued on with the tease. "It's not like we're not amongst friends here...and especially good ones at that." I said lifting my freshly filled Margarita up in a proposed toast. Ned lifted his glass up next to mine, and the two of us patiently waited for the girls to join us. Shelly lifted her glass. "Ah uh. We're toasting naked," he told her seriously. "No naked...no drinky!" "We might as well," I was surprised to hear my wife saying. "If we don't...we'll never hear the end of it." Much to my amazement, Jolene began removing her clothing even before Shelly had a chance to say anything one way or the other. Seeing that my wife was actually taking off her clothing, Shelly soon followed suit. When both women were finally naked, we picked up the toast where we'd left off. "To good friends," I began. "To very good...naked friends," Ned amended. "To horny men," Jolene jabbed looking across towards where Shelly was standing. "I'll drink to that," Shelly said, and was the first to lift her glass, draining it. Which was a delightful picture to see as she tilted her head back, breasts rising almost in support of the toast. "Your wife has nice tits," I said slyly looking towards Ned as I raised my glass to finish it. "So does yours," Ned responded smiling at me. "I'll drink to that," pouring us all another round. "Now what shall we drink to?" Jolene asked lifting her glass once again. "Oh, I don't know. Why don't we see what comes up?" I said lewdly, feeling my cock beginning to rise, noticing that Ned's already had. # It had been a fairly long day. Even though it was still early on in the evening, we'd allowed the fire to die down in anticipation of retiring to bed. Though none of us had come right out and said it of course, sitting around naked all day had been arousing, even if the girls weren't as ready to admit it as Ned and I were. Saying our "good-nights" to one another, I quickly crawled inside our tent, waiting expectantly for Jolene to join me. "I'll be in, in a minute," she said, peeking her head through the door of the tent. "I need to go and pee first." Outside, I heard the sound of Shelly's laugh. Making a small attempt to whisper, I still clearly heard her anyway. "I'll probably still get up later myself. I'll throw a little more wood on the fire. I might feel like coming outside later knowing the two of you." Jolene snickered. "Oh, and the two of you aren't planning on doing anything?" she asked. "Well yeah...but you know me. I'll probably still be horny later on too." Moving off so I could no longer hear what they were saying, I lay there smiling, stroking my stiff member waiting for Jolene's return. "Ray! Ray! Did you hear any of that?" Ned asked through the tent. In doing so, I realized with our tents pitched as close as they were, just how easy it really was going to be, hearing one another. "Yeah...I did. This is apt to get pretty interesting," I told him through the canvas. "You've got that right!" I heard him respond, but with the sound of the girls return, each of us quit speaking to one another. "See you in the morning then," Jolene said speaking to Shelly as she pulled open the tent flap just before stepping inside. "Or...sooner," Shelly retorted with a giggle quickly following up behind that. Jolene stepped inside the tent, zipping up the screen, closing and securing the canvas flap. I was lying atop the sleeping bags lazily stroking myself. "Oh...so you started without me huh?" Across the way, Shelly giggled. "Don't feel bad, Ned was doing the exact same thing." "Oh great!" Jolene jabbed. "How the hell are we supposed to do this if we can hear one another this well?" "Just try to fuck quietly!" Ned said chiming in, laughing. "Though Shelly's never been able to do that." "Shut up Ned...or you won't be getting any!" she warned him. Jolene slid in bed next to me, smiling wickedly though she really did whisper. "This really is rather exciting isn't it?" she asked in tones too low to have been heard, even as close as our tents were. "Can't you tell?" I whispered back, waving my very erect cock back and forth at her, glad when she took over the waving with her hand. I soon latched onto one of my wife's breasts and began to softly, quietly suck it. Jolene moaned in appreciation of the sensations that I was bringing to her, and I wondered briefly if that had been loud enough to be heard. Hearing nothing from our neighbors however, we continued fooling around. I soon scooted down, placing myself between my wife's legs and proceeded to orally tease her with my tongue. She once again began moaning even louder as I did so, playing with her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers while I in turn licked her clit. Something she always usually did if I wasn't, whenever I went down on her. As I sucked her clit inside my mouth, I heard another low soft moan. But this one didn't come from Jolene. It was obviously Shelly's. Neither of us said or did anything as we were now too far into the pleasures we were enjoying with one another. Nipping my wife's clit with my teeth, tonguing it in the fashion and manner that she really enjoyed, Jolene groaned even more deeply. I had no doubts whatsoever that Ned and Shelly must have heard that one, especially as she got closer and closer to climax. As she did, she was whimpering not at all softly which was very normal for her to do. And frankly, I was glad. I was really getting off on the knowledge that our friends could hear the pleasure that I was giving to my wife. Happy Campers "Oh Ned...Ned. Yes!" I heard clear as day. And even through Jolene's pleasured sighs, I figured that she must have heard it too. Seconds later Shelly was crying out in pure ecstasy, followed up by the rapid sounds of their lovemaking as it became crystal clear that Ned was pounding into her, and pounding into her hard. The sounds of their flesh slapping together was the best aphrodisiac that either Jolene or I could have taken. As aroused as we both were now, we soon joined them in our coupling, though Jolene had climbed on top of me by this time, thrashing wildly above me. "Fuck me Ray! Fuck me! Oh God...don't stop! Please....don't stop!" Jolene wasn't even trying to be quiet at this point. And as she continued to cry out in pleasure, I could hear the equally loud noises coming from next door as Shelly was groaning and moaning like all get out. Even Ned began joining the erotic craziness as he began bellowing out his pleasure in deep gut-wrenching breaths as he continued fucking Shelly's cunt in the tent next to us. "Oh....Oh....Oh!" Make me cum Ned....Yes! Yes....make me cum!" Shelly's cry of pleasure nearly caused us to stop. And for a brief second we did, as Jolene and I both looked at one another, listening to their near simultaneous orgasm. Ned hadn't been joking. Shelly was anything but quiet, especially when she came. Just hearing them had brought me to the brink and I began humping myself up inside my wife's tight wet pussy, reminding her that we'd fallen behind and that we needed to hurry and catch up. But Jolene was a lot closer than I thought she'd been. Hearing her best friends cry of ecstasy had already seized her in a pleasured grip that shook her inside and out. Jolene came hard...crying out into the night. And a brief second later, I joined her. For a few moments, there was silence. In a way, it seemed eerie, as none of us of course had been anywhere's near quiet. "Good night John Boy!" Ned stated laughing. "Shut up Ned...and go to sleep," Shelly admonished him. # It was well into the night. Jolene lay softly snoring by my side. There was no moon, or very little one. Pitch black, I lay there in the darkness. A light sleeper anyway, I had heard the sound of a tent zipper being pulled. A few soft shuffling sounds, and I knew that one of our neighbors had gotten up. I had my suspicions of course, finding myself now wide-awake; smiling at the prospect, wondering if it was Shelly getting up to pee. If that indeed, was what she was doing. "Would she then go and sit by the fire, actually masturbating as I had heard her confessing to my wife earlier?" I wondered. Soundlessly, I rolled out of bed making my way over towards where I knew that the door was. Still too black to see anything, I felt for and found the nylon zipper on the screen. Slowly I worked it up, continuing to listen to my wife's gentle sleep, finally managing to create enough of an opening to slip through. Though it wasn't much brighter outside, the still hot coals around the campfire gave off enough light to reveal to me where everything was. Shelly hadn't returned as yet as far as I could tell. And I knew that I would still need to be stealthy if I were to pursue this now very dangerous attempt to actually spy on her this time. I knew where the ground was bare and followed it around the backside of our tent, across the way from where the fire pit was. Hidden somewhat safely back behind the tent, I squatted down and waited. Moments later I sensed movement, and saw Shelly emerge back into the clearing from wherever it was she'd had gone. True enough, she'd wrapped herself within a blanket and walked over to sit down by the fire. Throwing a few additional twigs and sticks on it, she soon had a very tiny flame burning which gave her the additional warmth she had sought, without brightening the area more than she'd wanted to. Fortunately for me, it made it a hell of a lot easier to see her and remain hidden within the shadows. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as I watched her part the blanket. Slipping a hand down between her legs, her eyes closed, she began a slow, steady, rhythmic motion with her hand. Purposely quiet this time, I could still faintly hear the sound of her increased breathing as whatever pleasure she was giving herself increased. Having long ago grown erect myself, I soon joined her, just as quietly, if not more so. Stroking my cock while I watched Shelly fingering her quim was one of those rare special moments that too few people ever get to truly enjoy. There is something so incredibly sensual about watching a woman doing that anyway. But it was made even more so of course for me, as she was completely and totally unaware that she was being watched. I was surprised too that it obviously wasn't going to take very long for her to get off. By the sounds of it, she was rapidly approaching orgasm. I could also hear the very faint telltale sounds of her wet slippery pussy as she continued to slip what must have been several fingers in and out of herself. Rapidly she increased the motion of her hand, playing with one of her breasts, eyes still closed. I was jerking myself off with no intention of stopping. I didn't know if my orgasm would occur before hers or after. But it mattered not as either way, I'd enjoy the pleasure I gave myself having simply watched Shelly to whatever point she was when I did come. As it turned out, we both achieved orgasm within seconds of each other. There was one brief audible gasp as Shelly succumbed to the pleasured numbness. A second or so later, I felt the first enjoyable ribbon of my spending leap from the end of my prick, disappearing into the blackness of the night. Though careful to ensure I didn't accidentally soil our tent, I didn't care at that point about much of anything else except watching Shelly, and feeling several delicious squirts as I stood there emptying my balls. Soon after Shelly returned to her tent, completely unaware of my presence. Mindful to remain there until long after she'd gone back inside. I then made my way carefully and quietly back around the tent and back inside ours. Jolene's continued soft snoring told me she was still soundly asleep. Slipping back inside the sleeping bag, I soon after drifted off to a very deep, very relaxed sleep. # Much to my delight, it was at Jolene's suggestion that she and I head down to the creek to enjoy an early afternoon shower together. Naked, we walked hand in hand after assuring Ned and Shelly that we wouldn't use up all the hot water. Apparently, they had the very same idea we had and soon followed us. We took turns soaping one another up, turning that necessary task into a far more erotic one as Jolene massaged my prick to hardness, purposely stroking me off all the while we stood there conversing with our friends who stood waiting patiently outside for their turn. I was suddenly glad Ned hadn't decided to go off by himself on a hike. As Jolene expertly played with my prick, she carried on a brief, friendly conversation with Shelly that I found wildly amusing. "You still interested in hiking down to the lake with me later?" Shelly asked. "Yes...what time do you want to leave?" Grinning at me she whispered. "That feel good honey?" She knew that it did, and she knew that I was enjoying it even more so because of the secret naughty play we were engaging in with our friends standing there but a few feet away. "After lunch maybe? How's that sound?" "Sounds good," Jolene responded, snickering under her breath as she made "squishy" sounds because of the soap as she squeezed my prick. "And so's this," she added considerably more quiet to me. I was getting close and inadvertently groaned. "Hey! You two fucking in there?" Ned asked a second later. "No fair if you are..." He trailed off saying. Shelly giggled. "I was starting to wonder about that," she added. "There was something about Jolene's tone of voice that sounded horny," Shelly teased. Hearing her mention that suddenly decided it for me. I didn't just want a hand-job any longer. And by the look on my wife's face, she wanted it now as much as I did. Slipping behind her, she bent over slightly and I swiftly thrust myself into her with her bent over in that position. Inadvertently, Jolene reached up to steady herself, grabbing onto the only thing available. Which was, the semi-transparent curtain we were enclosed within. It obviously wasn't meant to support her weight, and came away falling to the ground before either of us even knew what was happening. There we stood, Jolene bent over holding onto the remnants of the shower curtain, and me, prick deeply rooted inside my wife's cunt while I stood behind her. Both Ned and Shelly were laughing hysterically. It was sort of funny. But I wasn't about to quit fucking my wife either. Which not only surprised her, but I also think surprised Shelly and Ned a hell of a lot more. Jolene had begun to stand up, but sensing that, I placed my hand on her back keeping her where she was. I then lunged inside her, driving my prick deeply into her pussy, causing her to moan, nearly buckling at the knees as the pleasure of my unexpected thrust took her breath away, as well as her senses. Jolene fucked back. Ned and Shelly quit laughing. Just as naked as we were, it didn't take much prompting on our part for them to soon join us. The fact that we continued to fuck, totally uncaring if they watched us, or didn't...soon had them deciding on the latter. Moving behind Shelly, Ned was soon fucking his wife in much the same way that I was fucking mine. Facing one another, it was a wild setting to stand there, doing what we were, all the while enjoying the experience of seeing one another doing it. "This is crazy!" Shelly exclaimed. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," she said through a pleasured grimace. Ned had his hand full of his wife's ass at this point and was thrusting in and out of her like a wild man. "It is wild isn't it?" Jolene responded to her. "But damn Shelly...it sure does feel good!" "I'll...say," Shelly somehow managed. It was inherently obvious that she was having difficulty speaking. I couldn't have spoken a single syllable at the moment myself. The feel of my wife's silken pussy as I continued to pump myself in and out of her cunt had robbed me of the ability to speak. All I could do at that point was grunt, which I began doing in Ernst as my orgasm approached. Sensing that, Jolene began fucking back against me with abandonment, reaching her own ecstasy just seconds before I did. Together, we came in a near-blinding sweetness while our best friends continued on with their own coupling, watching and enjoying ours. I had barely slipped out of my wife, backing away slightly, when Ned came. His deep pleasured groan soon triggered Shelly's. She joined him in his pleasure, crying out her own which was again loud...and all too obvious. Watching her cum, seeing the expression and look upon her face as she did was sensuality incarnate. It was one of the most incredible experiences that either Jolene or I, had ever had. # It was well after lunch. The girls had gone off on their short little hike together, leaving Ned and I alone in the camp to amuse ourselves. Too early to start drinking the hard stuff, we'd eased into the early afternoon over a couple of cold beers instead. "Interesting day so far," Ned said simply. We were both still feeling rather devilish. "What do you have in mind?" I asked pointedly. I knew when Ned had an idea by the look on his face. "Something even wilder than this morning." Ned was grinning, the sparkle in his eyes speaking volumes. "If you're interested in freaking the girls out for a little added fun." "I'm game." I said interested, matching the look on his face with one of my own. "Well, since it is our last night here this weekend. I know that the girls will stay up with us later than usual. As they've always done before. Lets make sure we keep them drinking for one thing. Plenty of mixed drinks...and sex talk. You know Shelly, she gets a little inebriated, starts talking about sex, and gets wound up tighter than a drum." "And?" "And...after they're really good and horny, that's when you and I make like it's definitely time to go fuck." "And?" I asked once again. "But what we do is this. After you and I get the camp all bedded down for the night, and make sure the girls are in bed waiting for us, we go in. But we go in one another's tents. You in with Shelly. Me in with Jolene. It might be interesting to find out how long it takes for them to discover what we've done." "Probably not long," I told him warming to the idea, but not giving it much chance of success before the girls caught on to what we'd done and thrown us out on our ears. "Even if they are a little drunk. And worse, we might find ourselves sleeping outside around the fire," I warned him, still liking the idea however. Ned laughed in agreement, "Probably not...but it still might be fun, especially discovering their reaction when they do realize what we've done. I wouldn't worry about it though," he paused momentarily thinking about the consequences same as I was. "As long as they're really, really horny. I'm sure they'll just look at it as a naughty practical joke and nothing more." I thought about that for a minute. "What if?" I asked. "What do you mean what if?" "What if...they don't catch on right away. What then?" Now it was Ned's turn to think. "Well, they're certainly going to figure it out before anything gets too far along. So...lets do this. When we switch tents, we don't say anything of course, otherwise the jigs up anyway. But what we do, do...is this. Hopefully they'll both be nice and horny. Shelly loves to have her boobs sucked, so just start doing that. Who knows...she might not even discover it's you for a few minutes while you're doing that." "Won't she freak out and get mad?" I asked. "Shelly? No. Surprised maybe...might even squeal and yell for a moment when she discovers it's you and not me. But she'll actually find it funny when she has time to think about it. Now...what should I do with Jolene?" "Go straight for the pussy. That's what I do if you're trying to pretend to be me. Middle finger right inside. Jolene knows how much I love seeing how wet she is." "Really? You're serious? Her cunt?" "Hell Ned...if you can put your dick in her...go for it!" Ned laughed. "O.k., same here. Though I doubt either one of us will make it that far." "No kidding. They'll probably know the moment either one of us enters the tent. And you know...the moment one of them figures it out, they'll both know a second later," I said reminding him how easy it was to hear things through the tents, especially as close as they were to one another. "True...so we might as well see just how far we can go before they do figure it out then," he said laughing. "But the key will be getting them both really excited as well as a little drunk. Otherwise, we probably have no chance in pulling this off even for a few minutes, and we certainly don't want either one of them getting mad at us either!" I couldn't have agreed more, as we began to set things into motion. The evening went exactly as planned. After a light dinner, we cleaned everything up and then brought out the mixed drinks, proceeding to loosen up the girls. Before long, the conversation was directed towards sex of course, and we revisited the erotic episode we'd all experienced earlier together. After that, I was surprised when Jolene mentioned her one and only 'girl-girl' episode with a roommate from college, which even took Shelly by surprise, but she was soon pressing her for details. Many of which I hadn't heard before. Periodically I glanced towards Ned, giving him a behind the back 'thumbs up' as things seemed to be going even better than planned. Jolene's titillating story had both Ned and I hornier than hell, and I was fairly certain by the way Shelly had sat shifting around in her chair that she was feeling a few clit-tingles herself. But the really good part was, it was evident that both women were soon very horny again, and Jolene had already whispered to me that she was, expecting a longer than normal performance out of me later on that night. Drawing Ned aside at one point while we fixed a last drink, I told him just how horny Jolene really was. "Forget the fingering," I told him. "The moment you get inside the tent, go down on her. She'll be expecting that as horny as she is...and as horny as she knows that I am." "Won't she be pissed if she discovers its me and I'm doing that?" he asked nervously. "No. I really don't think so Ned. She really is horny. And for all I know, by the time she does discover it's you, and realizes what we've done...she just might be too far gone at that point to even care. Provided that Shelly doesn't say anything about me before she is." "Well...like I said, she'll expect you to suck on her tits. And she likes it when I do that for a long time. So unfortunately, you'll have to content yourself with that until she tells you she wants you to do something else. Which she will eventually. So...if you do make it that far, and provided Jolene hasn't discovered it's me that's with her yet...then you do whatever she asks you to do to her. Agreed?" I nodded my head, "Can't believe we're actually doing this," I told him candidly, but looking forward to trying it even if we didn't get very damn far when we did. "Well...I still can't believe we did what we did earlier today either," he reminded me. "I don't think I've ever seen Shelly quite this horny before. And especially when Jolene told her that story about her and her roommate. She's always been curious about what it would be like to be with another woman. She's admitted that to me. But hearing that Jolene actually has been...well, that definitely got her old juices flowing!" We soon returned to the girl's side with their last drinks of the evening. Ned and I both informed them semi-privately that they were to go inside and get ready for us while we straightened up the camp and put the fire out. They soon did just that. Ned and I took our time outside while the girls got ready for us, just as we hoped they would do. "You ready?" Ned whispered to me. "Ready!" I whispered back somewhat anxiously. We doused the outside lanterns throwing the campground into near total darkness. And then we disappeared inside one another's tents. # I had barely stuck my head inside the door of their tent when Shelly spoke. "God Ned, I am so fucking horny!" For a split second, I nearly backed out giving myself up. "Hey! I heard that!" Jolene yelled out from the other tent giggling as she did. "But don't worry...I am too. And Ray's already licking my pussy kiddo." Good old Ned. Just as I had told him to do, he had. And right now he had his tongue inside my wife's split. Quickly pulling my shirt over my head, I semi-stumbled over to where I knew Shelly would be waiting for me. Reaching out, I easily located one of her magnificent full breasts, leaning over, capturing her nipple between my lips and began sucking it. "Hmmm yes, oh yes!" Shelly purred. "Shit!" I thought silently. "We're actually getting away with this!" I thought. The image of Ned inside our tent busily going down on my wife was erotic as hell. The fact that Jolene hadn't as yet caught on to it gave me hope that eventually I'd be doing something similar with Shelly. "Oh Ned! Ned! Fuck me baby, fuck me!" I'd seen Ned with an erection. There was little, if any difference between us in size anyway. The only real difference being that I was a few pounds heavier than he was. I needed to be very careful about that as I scrambled over between Shelly's legs, placing the head of my prick at the opening of her pussy. Happy Campers "Please Ned please. Don't tease me...put it in!" she demanded. "I can still hear you!" Jolene called out giggling even louder than before. "Keep going though...it's making me even hornier!" she added Once again I envisioned my best friend licking my wife's cunt. That thought fired me up even more hotly than I already was. Thrusting my prick inside Shelly's cunt was pure heaven. Hearing her wail of pleasure as I did was even better. "That's it Ned! Fuck the shit out of her!" Jolene screamed. "God Ray...eat me baby! Eat me!" Reaching up I relocated Shelly's breasts and began playing with them. I was only sad that I couldn't see what it was that I was actually playing with, but the feel of those incredibly thick hard nipples I'd stared at earlier in the day, effectively filled in all the blank spots as I closed my eyes, seeing them with my hands as I rolled, twisted and played with Shelly's hard nipples. "Oh, that feels so good...so damn good!" Shelly purred contentedly as I slowly fucked in and out of her pussy, simultaneously playing with her tits. Slowly thrusting in and out of that deliciously wet pussy was incredible as hell. And though I had momentarily experienced misgivings about what we were doing, hearing my wife's very satisfied moans coming from the tent next door soon chased all fears of that away. "Yes Ray yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" I knew Jolene was well on the way to a very intense, very satisfying orgasm. As was Shelly by the way she was meeting each one of my spearing thrusts into her with one of her own as she met me fully in a pounding orgy of flesh slapping flesh. "Do it! Do it! Fucking do it!" Shelly cried out. I felt her pussy suddenly liquefy, felt her tense, clenching my cock as I drove as deeply into her as I could. Wrapping her arms about me, she drew me tightly into her and I knew in that instant that there was no way the sham that Ned and I had been performing could continue. Surprisingly, Shelly held on, still fucking me, still clenching me, driving her fingernails down my back and into my ass. "Come baby...come!" she urged me. And then I was releasing torrent after torrent of hot sticky sperm into her still quivering, convulsing sex. Somewhere along the way I thought I had heard the familiar cry of Jolene's climax. Still too stunned to question my sanity however, I simply lay there, feeling Shelly's breasts still firmly crushed beneath my chest. "That was really nice Ray. Thank you," she told me. "It was erotic as hell!" "You...you knew?" I asked incredulously. "Of course I did. The moment you started sucking my tits," she informed me. "I'm not so drunk that I couldn't immediately tell the difference in the way you sucked them as opposed to the way Ned does. And besides, Jolene and I had a suspicion that the two of you were up to something by the way you kept refilling our drinks all evening." I laughed, my cock still resting contentedly inside her cum-rich pussy. "I should have known we'd never really get away with it," I confessed somewhat relieved. "Jolene? You and Ned all done in there?" Seconds later, they both appeared in the doorway, though Ned was now carrying a large lantern with him that lit up the entire inside of the tent. "They knew," he said sheepishly as he entered. "Yeah...I heard." "Can't believe the two of you thought you'd actually get away with that," Jolene stated glaring at me. But it wasn't an angry stare. It was a playful one as though to remind me that I never could pull anything over on her without her figuring it out first. "When did you figure it out?" I asked curiously emphasizing the word. "Oh...about the time the two of you started trying to get us both drunk. We figured you guys were up to something. We just weren't sure how far you were going to push things. Decided early on that we'd let you take it as far as you could, and see what happened," Shelly explained. "I'll admit, you did surprise us a little bit. We thought you'd try and convince us into having some sort of group thing inside one of the tents rather than doing what it was that you did. Still, we figured you'd attempt something, so we'd agreed earlier to pretend to go along with it and just see how far the two of you were willing to pursue it." "Really?" Ned asked. "And...what would you have done if we'd suggested that?" he asked excitedly. The girls turned looking, smiling at one another. "Well, maybe next time you'll find out," they said in unison. "Damn...I wish we had another night here," Ned stated absentmindedly stroking his reawakening cock. "Well...the nights still young," Shelly reminded us all. "Unless the two of you are incapable of getting it up again," she said lying down next to Jolene, drawing one of my wife's nipples into her mouth while Jolene in turn reached over and began fondling Shelly's cum-filled pussy. I glanced at Ned, he was grinning from ear to ear, as was I, as the two girls began caressing one another even more seriously. "And besides, we have next weekend too!" Jolene stated as she positioned herself over Ned's wife in a mutual '69". And I for one...was one happy camper. Happy Campers Three happy campers, Katherine, Elizabeth and Abigail, more commonly known as Kate, Liz and Abbie. Three young women with an average age of twenty, they were fit and healthy and looking forward to their holiday. They had a number of reasons to be happy with this particular camping trip. The weather was good and, even though the camping grounds were still officially closed, it was a case of who you know rather than what you know. What they knew was that the campsite was officially closed for another two weeks. Who they knew was Kate's uncle, the chief ranger for the camping site and surrounding reserves. Kate's uncle had granted them permission to come in early and they were able to select one of the best sites to pitch their tent. In addition, as the grounds weren't officially open, the standing camping fees had been waived. The young women effectively had the reserve to themselves, excluding any rangers they might encounter. The weather was good and the three young women enjoyed their time off, mainly hiking, swimming and lazing around doing nothing. It was Abbie who first found the snake in their little paradise. In the small hours of the morning she was woken by Mother Nature, tapping her on the shoulder. To be more precise, she was tapped on the bladder and rose, grumbling quietly to attend to nature's call. Making her way back to the tent she was shocked when a hand closed over her mouth and another hand took a firm grip on her arm. "Don't struggle or make a noise," a quiet voice warned her. "It might disturb the others and we wouldn't want to do that, would we?" Abbie found herself being hustled down the short path that led to the nearby beach. Once they reached the beach Abbie found herself being forced down onto the sand. The hands withdrew, albeit with another warning about not screaming. Abbie looked up at the dark figure standing over you. "What are you going to do?" she asked nervously. The stranger laughed. "Seriously?" he asked. "If you can't guess let me give you a hint. It involves removing all your clothes and ravishing your sweet body. Feel free to struggle, but you'll find things go a lot easier if you don't. Like the cops tell you, don't resist." Abbie looked up at her assailant, her mind racing. If she screamed, the others might wake up and come looking for her. But then again, he might just gag her if she did. And even if the others did wake up, how would they find her? It was dark and they wouldn't know where she was. "Call me Travis," said the stranger. "Now let me help you out of those things you're wearing." Travis settled onto the sand beside, feeling for her panties and tugging on them. Abbie grabbed at them, only to feel Travis tugging sharply, drawing them out of her fingers and down. With the panties gone, Travis turned his attention to her t-shirt, pulling it up, plainly intent on removing it. Abbie's attempts to retain the shirt were met with a pointed comment that Travis could just tear it in half, if that was what she wanted. Reluctantly, Abbie let it go. Abbie was trembling slightly, dreading the imminent assault on her body. When, instead of having her legs roughly parted, a gentle hand closed around her breast, she almost screamed from reaction. As it was she gave a gasp that was answered by an amused laugh. "Don't worry about it. I'm not going to just jump you," said Travis. "I'll take my time and give you a chance to adjust. If you feel like struggling when I finally do take you, feel free, but until then I suggest you just try to relax while I get acquainted." "Relax?" thought Abbie. "How the hell do I relax with some stranger pawing my body, knowing he's going to fuck me when he's ready?" She lay there trembling, feeling hands wandering over her breasts, teasing them, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples until they stood tall. She squirmed slightly, enjoying the touch on her breasts but hating the fact that it was being forced upon her. Abbie flinched again when Travis moved a hand down and cupped her mound. She tensed, waiting to see what he would do. Infuriated, she realised that she was actually pressing upward against him. His teasing touches were stirring her up and her body was reacting. A finger started lightly scratching along her lips, tracing along her slit. She could feel her pussy swelling from the attention, and dreaded the moment Travis started probing inside her. Despite her nervousness and anger, she was excited. Warm and wet and expectant. Her lips were being eased apart and a finger was dipping down into her. She almost growled with baffled fury when Travis felt her readiness and laughed. Abbie felt Travis's hands leave her, and she realised that he was stripping off his trousers. Finally her legs were being moved apart, not ruthlessly dragged, but eased gently, a hand pressing lightly against her knee causing Abbie to yield. Travis was now between her thighs, leaning forward to lie on her. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her and his hand moving to ease it into her. "No!" Abbie decided she was not giving in without a fight. She twisted frantically, hammering at Travis. She would not let him do this. Abbie heard Travis laughing. He was lying on top of her, holding her firmly pinned, his head wedged to the side of hers, nibbling at her ear. Even while she struggled Abbie could feel his fingers easing apart her lips, then his cock was pressing against her, sliding smoothly into position. Her struggle collapsed and, with a gentle laugh, Travis drove firmly into her, while her body yielded and welcomed him, closing around him as he came. Swearing softly, Abbie glared up at the shadowy shape that covered her. She could feel him in her, filling her, and a part of her wondered how big he actually was. She was certainly feeling stretched and full. She winced slightly as Travis pressed more firmly against her. There was nothing she could do but wait til he finished. Abbie found her body had its own thoughts on that subject. As Travis drove down into her, her body reacted, pushing joyfully up to welcome him. Travis's soft laughter as he felt her involuntary response further enraged her, not helped by the fact that she could feel the pleasure coursing through her as Travis drove hard into her. Helplessly Abbie lay there, her hips bucking fiercely up to meet Travis, excitement and pleasure steadily building as Travis slammed repeatedly into her. Soon she was gasping, little squeaks popping out involuntarily as the pleasure built. She tried to swear at him, only to find herself squealing as Travis lifted his tempo, driving harder and faster. She could feel the tension gathering in Travis and knew he was nearly read to climax. Unfortunately, she thought, so was she. It wasn't fair. Her boyfriend had to work hard to make her climax and Travis was doing it with apparent ease. Then she gasped and screamed as Travis succeeded, finding herself shaking as he also gave way to his own climax, flooding her with hot sperm. Slowly gathering her wits together Abbie watched as Travis walked away, leaving her lying there. Cursing him, she slowly sat up and scrabbled for her clothes, paused, looked around on the sand and then cursed Travis again. The bastard had pinched her clothes. She was going to have to walk back to camp naked. Abbie walked slowly back to the camp, grumbling under her breath and cursing Travis every step of the way. Arriving, she found Kate and Liz talking in a worried manner outside the tent. They sprang towards her when she called. "Abbie, what happened?" asked Kate. "Something woke me and I saw you were missing I called out but you didn't answer so I woke Liz. You weren't anywhere around. Where did you go? And why are you walking around naked?" came the afterthought. Abbie glowered at Kate. Then, sighing, she recounted her little adventure. Kate and Liz were appalled. "What do we about it is the main question," pointed out Kate. "What can we do?" replied Abbie. "The man's long gone and I don't have a description to give the police. It was too dark to see what he looked like. And there's no way I want to face up to the police and all their intrusive questions and physical examinations, anyway." "Surely there's something about the man that could give then a hint. Didn't you notice anything about him?" "Yes," said Abbie darkly, "but telling the cops that he seemed to have a big dick isn't going to help too much, now is it" Trying not to giggle, Liz conceded the point. "Well, what do we do?" demanded Kate. "Go to sleep," snapped Abbie. "I am not going to let one creep spoil my holiday." The three young women retired and after a restless night, they all slept late. Rising they decided to try to put the incident out of their minds, going about their normal holiday activities. That evening, however, the knowledge of the incident returned to haunt them. "What if he comes back?" asked Abbie, feeling a trifle nervous. "Why don't we just take it in turns staying up and keeping watch?" suggested Kate. "Whoever's on watch can keep the fire burning and lighting up the area around us. That should stop him sneaking up on us. And if one of us has to go to the toilet then there's someone else awake to keep an eye on her." After a bit of discussion this plan was agreed on, with Abbie taking the first watch. For the next few hours Abbie sat near the fire, nervously keeping her eyes open while her friends slept. She was relieved when it came time to wake Kate and go to bed. Kate was rather blasé about keeping watch. She didn't really expect any trouble and had only agreed to the watchman stunt to keep Abbie calm. She was quite satisfied when she woke Liz that there would be no further intrusions. Liz was quickly bored with keeping watch. A couple of times she found herself nodding of and would stand and take a quick walk around to waken herself. It was on her third little hike that disaster struck. She was just passing a tree on the edge of the camp when a hand closed over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist. "You seem a trifle restless," murmured a voice in her ear. "Why not take a stroll down to the beach?" Liz found herself being bustled down the beach path, her struggles ignored as of no account. "In case you little friend didn't mention it, I'm Travis," she was informed upon reaching the beach. "If you cooperate things will go smoothly. If you don't, they won't, but the end result will be the same. Are you going to scream?" Reluctantly, Liz shook her head. It was too late for that now. The hand dropped from her mouth. "Good girl," said a laughing voice. "Now show that spirit of cooperation by dropping your shorts and panties." Biting her lip, Liz considered the request. If she didn't, he'd rip them off anyway. If she did, would he take that to mean she was agreeing to being taken? Did it matter? It wasn't as though she had any real choice in the matter. Sighing, Liz undid her shorts and pushed them and her panties down. She saw Travis was stepping out of his own trousers, and then he was settling down onto the sand, still holding firmly to her arm. "It's so nice to find a young woman who knows how to do as she's told," he said. "Now why don't you continue that spirit of cooperation by sitting down upon me? Save me from having to do all the hard work." Liz blinked. "Does he mean he wants me to sit on his cock?" she thought, not believing it. He couldn't have that much gall. "What do you mean, sit on you?" she asked cautiously. "I'd have thought it self-explanatory," said Travis. "My erection is pointing up at you. You just sit down and guide it to where you want it. Or maybe I should say to where I want it." "You expect me to take a leading part in committing my own rape?" gasped Liz. "You're not serious?" "Of course I am," said Travis, sounding offended. "That way you can control how fast I take you. You'll find it much easier for you this way." Liz was outraged. She was supposed to hurl herself upon his cock because he was feeling too lazy to do the hard work? She wouldn't do it. "If I don't, he's going to take me anyway," a little voice whispered. "I might as well control how he takes me." Trying not to think about what she was doing, Liz knelt across Travis, reaching down to feel his erection. She felt even more nervous once she had a hold of it. It was her imagination, she assured herself, that makes me think it feels too large. It's probably just normal size and the fact that I don't want it makes it loom so large. Edging down, Liz positioned herself above Travis, easing his cock into position so that it was pressing against her slit. Then she pushed down a little. Her lips moved apart, letting Travis press inside her. Swallowing nervously, Liz pressed down a little more, feeling herself sinking deeper onto him. Moving slowly, giving herself time to stretch and adapt, Liz settled onto the shaft that rose so solidly above Travis. Excitement was starting to burn within her as Travis's shaft rose ever higher within her. It was sliding smoothly now, her own lubrications easing its passage. She just wished there didn't seem to be so damned much of it. Visions of trying to sit on a flagpole floated through her mind. Finally Liz settled to a halt, sitting astride Travis, firmly skewered by his upthrust sword. "Nicely done," Travis told her. "Just relax for now. You can start sliding up and down when you're ready." Liz couldn't believe this. Was she supposed to complete her rape by herself, just getting the occasional instruction from him? No, it turned out. Travis was tugging her top up, pulling it off her. Reaching around her, he unclipped her bra, drawing it down off her arms. His hands reached for and found her breasts, closing upon them. Liz found Travis was pressing against her breasts and then relaxing. This was resulting in a slight rocking motion, the pivot of her movement being where their bodies joined. As she moved, Liz found Travis was sliding slightly in and out, stirring up her nerves. She couldn't help herself. With the motion already established and niggling at her, Liz found herself rocking more vigorously, feeling the drag and thrust of Travis's cock increasing as her range of movement widened. "Damnit," she thought, "I'm doing the rape myself. This is just so unfair." Unfair or not, the knowledge did not stop Liz from increasing her movements, sliding back and forth along the pole that had penetrated her. Then Travis was pulling her forward, her breasts were rubbing against his chest, the prickle of hair on his chest teasing her nipples. No longer able to rock, Liz changed her motion, using her legs and hips to lift herself smoothly up and down on Travis's cock, continuing the stimulation she found herself wanting. Breathing hard, Liz plunged up and down, wanting to stop but trapped by her own needs. Soon, she knew, she was going to climax. "What sort of rape was it," she thought indignantly, "when the girl has to do all the work?" Then Travis's arms were tightening around her and he was rolling, pinning her under him. Liz could hear his harsh gasping as he drove into her hard and strong, finally ready to take over and drive her to a climax. She suspected it was his own climax he was seeking, but that was OK. Hers was coming anyway, and she relaxed and let it flow. A short time later Liz was trudging back along the path to the camp, nude, cursing Travis for stealing her clothes. Why couldn't he be satisfied with a simple assault? She was quite sure her clothes wouldn't fit him. Arriving back at the tent, Liz found Kate and Abbie still sleeping. Shrugging, she quickly dressed. Damned if she was going to tell them that she'd let down her guard and got caught. The next day, the three campers enjoyed another day of their holiday. At least, Kate and Abbie enjoyed it. Liz found her conscious was niggling at her. She really needed to tell the others that the man calling himself Travis might still be around. She finally let on what had happened the previous night when Kate was wondering if they needed to keep watch again. After commiserating with Liz, Kate raised the question of what should they do? If the person keeping watch was targeted, then what was the use of keeping watch? Maybe they should just all stay in the tent together and if one needed to go out, they could go as a group. "If we're careful, we should be OK. After all, he hasn't actually hurt any of us, has he?" "If you ignore the little matter of rape, I suppose not," grumbled Abbie. "But I wouldn't want to tackle him. He's a big man and one of us could get hurt." "Quite right," said a jovial voice, "and if you just behave yourselves for a little bit longer no-one will be hurt." The three women froze, heads turning in shock to look at the figure silhouetted by the campfire. In the flickering twilight, Travis looked large and menacing. "You two, sit down next to the tent and stay there," ordered Travis, pointing to Abbie and Liz. "You, come over here to me." The three girls looked at each other, then Liz and Abbie, having already conceded dominance to Travis, slowly sat next to the tent. Kate didn't know what to do. If she ran, would he chase her, and if so what would happen when he caught her? Would he ignore her if she ran and take it out on Liz and Abbie? Hesitantly, Kate moved closer to Travis. As soon as she was in reach, Travis seized her arm. "Good girl," he said in a soft voice. "You know what I'm going to do?" As Kate slowly nodded, he smiled. "And are you going to cause me any problems?" Kate shook her head this time, and then Travis was urging her to kneel. Kate found herself on all fours, Travis kneeling behind her. His hands went to her waist, undoing the buttons on her shorts. Then she felt them being pulled over her bottom and down, with her panties quickly following. Further movement behind her she assumed, correctly, was Travis dropping his own trousers. A hand gently stroked her pussy, and Kate felt Travis pressing his cock lightly against her. Abbie and Liz were watching in horrified fascination as Travis prepared to ravish their friend. "Will you look at him?" hissed Abbie. "I told you he had a big dick." "You didn't need to tell me," grumbled Liz. "I had to sit on the damn thing. I know exactly how big it is. Why's he just holding it in her a little way?" "I think he's waiting for her to adjust to it," muttered Abbie. "He seems to like to get our pussies ready before he mauls them." "Probably. Look. He's pushing in a bit more." Kate gasped as she felt Travis press further in before pausing again. It was bad enough, she thought, that she was being raped in front of the others, but did they have to give a running commentary? "Will you two shut up?" she snapped, sending them a baleful look, the effect being slightly spoiled by Travis pushing further in, causing her to squeal. For what seemed an interminable length of time, Kate would feel Travis push forward, stretching her internally, and pause while she adjusted. Sympathetic gasps from the sidelines whenever she squealed were not helping, she decided. If they wanted to make comments, why didn't they just tell her how many more inches were outstanding? Finally, Kate felt Travis crash hard against her, his testicles slapping against her. She knelt there gasping, relieved that at least she could handle what he was doing to her. Liz and Abbie watched as Travis started to slowly ravish Kate. He would draw almost fully out of her before pressing slowly back, each long slow thrust drawing a gasp or a groan from Kate. At first Kate was quiescent, just kneeling there as Travis slid smoothly into her, but soon the girls saw Kate's bottom lift to meet a thrust. Happy Campers Abbie nudged Liz. "I knew that would happen," she muttered. "He likes to make sure the girl's responding before he lays it on. Watch him start fucking now." It appeared Abbie was correct, and as they watched Travis changed from his long gentle thrust to a sudden hard drive home, causing Kate to give voice with a loud squeal. This was followed by another squeal, as she found Travis coming in again, hard and fast. If it was a case of no rest for the wicked, then Kate must have led an evil life. Travis was pounding his cock into her without stop, and Kate's bottom bobbed frantically in an attempt to keep up with his driving demands. Abbie and Liz watched appalled, relieved that they weren't on the receiving end of that cock and fascinated at the way Kate managed to ride it, squealing all the way. Eventually Kate gave a choked cry and seemed to slump forward, head resting on her crossed arms while Travis gave a groan and shuddered. Then Travis was rising, giving Kate a slap on the bottom, a wave to Abbie and Liz and he faded into the night. Abbie and Liz raced over to help Kate, sympathising and helping her tidy herself up. Afterwards they sat and discussed the situation. "For a start, I don't think we should come here next year," said Abbie. "We can find another place to camp." "There's also the matter of the police. Should we tell them about Travis?" asked Liz. Kate sighed. "If we tell them, they'll want to know why we didn't tell them sooner. They can get awfully stroppy about reporting things late." "But what can we really tell them?" asked Abbie. "He comes when it's dark, and it's not as though we could recognise him." "Anyway, they'll probably say it serves us right for not reporting him last year when he jumped us," said Liz. "How could we know he'd be back?" "If we come camping here next year, how do we know he won't attack us again?" said Abbie. "Only one way to find out," observed Kate, and the three girls shuddered.