2 comments/ 103956 views/ 12 favorites Hiking Trip Ch. 01 By: all_or_nothing Recently, my wife of eight years and I decided to take hiking trip. We love to camp in our truck and camper, but we wanted to see more of the wilderness. We had heard of a good trail, that wasn’t overused, and headed for it. She is 28 years old, 5’3", 110 lbs., blonde with blue eyes. I’m 30 years old, 6’, 180 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes. We have no children. We are both fit due to exercise and healthy eating and have an active sex life. At times, I wished for a little more "spice" but I just accepted that that would just be fantasy. I have told Christy, my wife, that I would like to have a threesome, or swap with another couple, but she always just said that I was perverted and that it would never happen. We were about three hours into our hike when we agreed that it would be nice to rest and cool off. We heard a river close by and I suggested that if the water was warm enough that maybe we could go for a swim. Of course, I meant skinny dipping - I never miss a chance to see my wife’s hard body. The river was fairly calm, and therefore quiet, but as we approached we heard splashing. Just before getting to the opening in the forest, Christy stopped and pointed out someone’s gear on the beach. Not wanting to interrupt anyone, we stepped off the path and crept through the bush until we could see who was there. A man was swimming alone and, as he dove underwater, we saw his untanned ass and realized he hadn’t bothered with a swim suit. He then walked toward the shore and stopped when the water was at about waist level. Christy gasped as she got a good look at him. We were only about 25 feet away. He appeared tall, was quite muscular, blonde hair, pale blue eyes, a hairless chest, and was, without a doubt, the best looking man I had ever seen. It was my turn to gasp as I looked down to water level and noticed what appeared to be a flesh colored sea serpent floating out at least nine inches from his crotch. I took a quick glimpse at Christy and, judging by the direction of her eyes, she had noticed the same thing. Whenever I asked her what she liked in a man, she always told me she prefers taller men and bigger cocks. At eight inches and fairly thick, I always hoped I was big enough for her. This guy definitely had me beat and he was in the cool water. "I guess the river’s not too cold," I whispered. "Holy shit," she whispered back, "look at it! Do you think it’s hard?" The man answered her question for her as he walked out of the water towards his pack. His long dick swaying in front of him pointed downward as though quite soft. If is huge balls hadn’t been partially supporting it would have been parallel to his legs. Come to think of it, it’s thickness almost made it look like a leg. He toweled himself off and then, after sliding in to his shorts, sat down on his towel, on the sand. He was an amazing specimen of a man. I guessed that he was at least 6’5", about 240 lbs., without an ounce of fat on him. Suddenly, it occurred to me that we were still hiding in the bush. I motioned to Christy that we should get up and go. We could always find another swimming spot further up the river. She didn’t seem to want to break her gaze and I guess I couldn’t really blame her. Finally, she got up and we walked back to the path. She shocked me when, instead of following me to the left and back up the path, I heard her say "hello" to the stranger. I spun around and went back to the clearing. I guess she was just in a social mood. "I’m Christy, and this is my husband, Peter." He stood up slowly, his eyes checking her out from head to toe, much like a sculptor would look at a piece of marble that he was about to work in to a masterpiece. He was taller than I thought. At least 6’8" and was even better looking up close. He reached out his hand to her and said, "Rory. Pleased to meet you Christy." With the briefest nod in my direction, "Pete." His blue eyes locked back on my wife’s and he added, "why don’t you take off your backpacks and relax? You look like you’ve been hiking hard." Christy just undid her straps and handed me her pack. "Thanks Rory, mind if we join you?" "Not at all. My friend bailed on me at the last minute but I decided to come here anyway. Your company would be welcome." I had this feeling that he wasn’t really talking to me. After putting our packs down I went to join them on the towel but I found there wasn’t room, so I just stood there. They talked for a while, ignoring me. About ten minutes later, Christy asked Rory how the water was and he told her it was great, and that he was probably going to go back in. Perfect, I thought. How convenient. "I guess I should change to my swimsuit," Christy said with a slight hesitation. "Oh, no need," Rory was a little too quick to say, "we’re all adults here." And with that, he just stood up and, as he walked to the water, dropped his shorts and dove in. Christy was quite flustered, but as though hypnotized by what she had just witnessed, got up, quickly undressed, and followed him. At least he had the decency to keep his back to her until she was all the way in. I just stood there, dumbfounded. Here we were, in a very secluded forest, my naked wife swimming in a slow moving river with the sexiest man I’d ever seen. For an instant, all of my fantasies rushed in to my head but were soon chased away by my jealousy. I had never imagined the "other man" as a mega-stud like Rory. I would have picked a man that was attractive, but not like this. I clearly saw the way they looked at each other and could feel the attraction like electricity. Not that anything had happened, yet. They were swimming around, playfully splashing and laughing, but kept their distances. Christy’s breasts are, in my opinion, almost perfect, and I noticed that Rory seemed to like them, too. His eyes devoured her and I could tell she was loving it. The worst of it was, I wanted to go swimming, too. But to get naked in front of them now. Finally, I built up the courage and stripped down. Not like they were paying attention to me. Just as I was getting in the water, though, Rory glanced over at me and barely suppressed a smirk. That didn’t make this any easier. I dove under water and, when I came back up, I noticed they were a lot closer to each other than they had been. I just caught Christy betting him that she could hold her breath under water longer than he could. She was acting like a school girl. Not only that, they didn’t invite me to play with them. Rory said she was on, and told her to go first. She’s a good swimmer and I know she can hold her breath a long time. Once she went under water I couldn’t see her anymore, but I had a feeling she was up to no good because when she went down Rory was watching her. But after a few seconds, he kind of tilted his head back a little and let out a sigh. What the fuck was going on? I was about to swim closer when her head popped back up. She had a big grin on her face and Rory just said, "very good. Forty-five seconds. My turn." He took a deep breath and down he went. He had backed away from her before sinking so I wasn’t too concerned, but I began drifting towards them anyway. As I got closer, I wasn’t sure but I thought I could just make out his large squeezing one of her firm tits. When her surfaced, he was only about eight inches away from her. I knew, that at that distance, his oversized schlong could be rubbing against her belly. "You win," she sounded almost breathless, "well over a minute. Should we get back to hiking?" "Sure," he replied. "Hey, I know a perfect place to set up camp. It’s just a few hours up the trail. Interested?" I was hoping she would remember that this was supposed to be a getaway for us, but, was not surprised when she said, "sure! We may as well stick together. It’s a lot safer in case we run in to a bear or something." Yeah, I’m so sure that’s what was on her mind. I was surprised she didn’t just tell me to head home. I got out of the water and grabbed our towels. Christy came up and grabbed hers and slowly dried herself off. As Rory walked up on the beach I couldn’t help notice that his prick was even thicker and longer than before. It must have been at least eleven inches now and still was not fully erect. I was now certain that my wife must have felt the monster while they were standing so close. Christy was watching him too and seemed to spend a long time drying her pubic hair. Her nipples were quite hard and her breathing short. It occurred to me that she had just had a small but potent orgasm. After we were dressed and had our packs on, we set out for the trail. The hill was quite steep in places and, while I had been following Christy while Rory led the way, he suggested I go first and he would bring up the rear. Not one for arguing without just cause, I did what he suggested. Occasionally, I would hear little giggles from Christy, but, when I turned around it appeared to be nothing. Several times, at particularly steep places, I would climb up first and drop a rope down so they could pull themselves up. The forth time we did this, I was unable to see down to where they were, but, as they came up, Christy had her legs wrapped around Rory’s waist, and he was pulling them both up. I was impressed and very jealous at the strength this man had. His legs were like tree trunks. He made it look easy, and I knew that this would only make him more attractive to my wife. As his powerfully muscled arms slowly set her down, she just kept hugging him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and said, "thank you. I don’t know if I could have made that one on my own." As she backed away from him, I couldn’t help but stare. The outline of his massive manhood was obvious as it stretched his shorts, seemingly ready to rip it’s way to freedom. It was imposingly huge. About thirty minutes later we arrived at the camp. I was very tired and looking forward to resting. Christy looked the spot over and said, "it’s a little small for two tents. Ours is a six-man so maybe we should just use it." She knew what she wanted and was going to have it. This place could have been ten acres and, somehow, it still would have made sense to share a tent. "Sounds good to me," he replied, "he’ll take care of setting it up, I’m sure. Won’t you, Pete?" As if I was going to argue with this man. He’d destroy me and all three of us knew it. "Right away." When I was done, he got me to set up the sleeping bags while he started the fire. When I came out of the tent, he and Christy were seated right next to each other and had started in on one of the twelve 12-ounce flasks of booze that we had brought up. What can I say? We didn’t want to run out. Rory told me that we needed more wood, and that he had noticed some about ten minutes back the way we had come. It was getting dark, so I went right away. It was about twenty-five minutes later when I came struggling back with my arms full of wood. As I walked past the fire to put down the wood I saw that one of the flasks was on the ground empty and his hand was on Christy’s thigh. "It’s about time, the fires almost out," Rory said with a slight slur, "next time hurry up." With that Christy jumped up and, as she began to massage his broad shoulders, and said, "come on, Rory, it’s not like he’s got your body. He’s half your size." And then, so I could barely hear, "in more ways than one." She massaged him for about ten minutes before suggesting that he take his shirt off so she could do a better job. He handed her the flask (they were now on the third one), and did as she asked. Once he was just down to his shorts and sandals, she took up where she left off. Except now, she had expanded her ministrations to his entire upper body. His chest and abs were sculpted to perfection. Was there anything wrong with this guy? Without staring, I managed to see out of the corner of my eye that she would, ever so often, rub the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. By the time she was done with the massage, and sat down beside him again, they had started their fifth flask. I was amazed. She’s no light drinker herself, but, it was obvious that he was getting the majority of it. I kind of figured he would pass out soon. I had just finished the flask I was drinking alone and was quite buzzed. Sure enough, he stood up and said he was turning in. We all climbed in to the tent. Rory laid down hard and seemed to go right to sleep. After she had settled in, I leaned over to give Christy a kiss. She kept it short, and turned her face from me. Not yet feeling defeated, I quickly reached in to her sleeping bag. She was naked and I got a feel of her pussy. It was drenched with her sweet juices. I whispered that I wanted to lick it and eat her out, but, she shoved my hand away and whispered that we were not alone. Fine, I thought, fuck her. Turning over I fell fast asleep. Something woke me up a little while later. I reached over to Christy and all I could feel was her empty sleeping bag. The moonlight was bright through the trees and in our tent and, as I opened my eyes, I could clearly make out the silhouette of my wife, on her knees, between Rory’s legs, leaning forward, and trying to fit what looked like my forearm into her mouth. Due to the alcohol in me, coupled with the disorientation of waking up in a strange place, I did not believe what I saw. But I remained quiet and watched with wonder. As my eyes slowly came in to better focus, I realized that I had underestimated the size of Rory’s trouser snake. Now that it was fully erect, an amazing feat considering the booze he drank, I could see that it was at least fifteen inches long and at least nine inches around. The head, that my beloved wife was so desperately trying to jam in her mouth, was about the size of a cue ball. Like the rest of his perfect body, his cock was simply massive and thickly muscled. I could see it tensing and relaxing like my biceps would, and watched it pulsating with the beat of his heart. She just kept trying until she finally resigned herself to just licking it’s almighty shaft and his humongous sack. In one quick move, he pulled her towards him, then lifted her up, spun her around, and sat her down on his face. Without any effort to be quiet, he slurped the juices that flowed from her cunt. She leaned forward and tried to grab his monster dick but she couldn’t come close to closing her hands around it. Every minute or so he would squeeze his rock-hard ass cheeks together and it would jerk out of her hands and hit her on the head with a thump. I was surprised it didn’t knock her out. He would sometimes push her forward and I could tell that he was sticking his long tongue up her ass. After about twenty minutes in that position, he again lifted her, turned her around and laid her down. "I think you’re just about ready." She lifted her legs and pulled them back so that her knees were on her luscious tits. He gave her snatch a few more licks and then got himself in to position. Now that he was leaning on her legs, she covered her mouth as his jumbo mushroom head pressed hard on her soaked opening. I heard a barely muffled scream and then a popping sound as he entered her. I wondered if he had just relocated her pelvis. He was patient, I’ll give him that, and as gentle as he could be while impaling her on his incredible rod. She started a very low, guttural moan that reminded me of a woman in hard labor. After about five minutes he had managed to work close to eight inches in to her cooze. By this time, I had started stroking my cock. She wasn’t lying when she told him that I was half his size. I’m not sure what turned me on more: my wife fucking another man right in front of me, or, the other man. He was so absolutely gorgeous in every way and so much more man than me. I watched closely as every muscle on his body flexed. His chest and back. His legs and ass. I realized now that my jealousy had shifted. I was no longer jealous that my wife was fucking another man. I was jealous that he wasn’t fucking me. I had never felt this way towards a man before, but at that moment I would have given myself to him completely. He began pounding her harder and harder until I think she had passed out. He was going in about ten inches now and I couldn’t figure out where he was finding the room in there. Well past anywhere I had ever been, that’s for sure. As his pace seemed to reach a peak, he suddenly stopped and I could see the remaining five inches of that beautiful man meat swell even larger and begin pulsing like a fire hose. I knew he was filling my wife’s cunt with his seed. I counted six pumps from him before he pulled out and started showering her entire body with another six. Each shot covered the distance from her pubic patch to her face. It was so thick that it stood out as though rope had been placed on her. When he was done, he milked what was left out of his giant appendage and it dropped right on to her stretched, abused cunt lips. There was more in that final drop than I had ever cum at one time. This man was made for sex. He rolled over, fell back on to Christy sleeping bag, and said, "she’s all yours, Pete. Have at her." I had tried to hide the fact that I was awake, but, apparently failed. "I think she’s probably done, Rory. She passed out a while ago." "I didn’t mean fuck her, stupid. I mean clean her up." "What? I never… I mean…I haven’t ever…" "I saw how you were watching me. I know you want me. So, get over there and lick up all of my cum." And with that, he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me above my wife, who was still out cold. I hesitated for a minute until I felt his powerful foot kick me hard in the ass. My hard-on had not yet subsided, regardless of the fact that I had already cum in my tee-shirt twice while watching the show. I did as instructed. Knowing the liquid had come out of the superior man laying next to me, I began to savor it. It was still warm, salty, and as thick as a milkshake. I had never tasted anything better. After licking nearly a cup off of her body he said, "now her cunt." I gladly complied, and this cum tasted even better as I lapped it out of Christy’s re-sized pussy. I wondered if it would ever be the same. I made sure I did a good job and even got the spunk that had run in to her sweet crack, and on the sleeping bag under her. When I was all done he said, "good bitch. And finally, my cock." By the time Christy came to, a half-hour later, I had cleaned Rory’s cock as best I could. It was fully hard again and had gotten that way while he had practically raped my mouth. He had stretched my jaw to the point that I thought it would fall off, but, somehow loved every minute of it. He reached in to his pack and pulled out some sex lube. He pushed me down on to my hands and knees, and began pounding my back with his steel tool. I felt him drip some lube on my asshole and then he roughly jammed, first one, and then a second thick finger in. I let out a small cry and he just laughed, "that’s nothing. Just wait until I really de-virginize you. You do want me, don’t you? You want to be my bitch?" Silly question, as I said, I would do anything for this stud. "Yes, Rory. Of course I want you. Please, please fuck me." As I said this I heard a moan escape from Christy’s lips. I hadn’t noticed her wake up. She just looked at me and, while caressing her tender pussy and firm tits, moaned, "get ready, Pete, you’re in for one hell of a ride!" As if on cue, I felt the pressure on my ass increase to atomic proportions. Rory’s strong hands began pulling me back, while his mammoth slowly broke it’s way through my passage. I was so overwhelmed that I thought I would pass out, too. The pain was, obviously, immense, but paled in comparison to my desire to please this fantasy man. Hiking Trip Ch. 01 As he started to enter me deeper, he hit my prostate and my dick got even harder. He then started pumping and it was the most unbelievable feeling I have experienced. He pushed my front-end down hard and started to really fuck me. I reached back and started to caress his giant scrotum. My hand couldn’t even hold it entirely. Looking between our legs, I saw Christy slid behind Rory and stick her tongue in his ass. He slammed in to me even harder until his much larger balls began to pound mine. Somehow, he had done the seemingly impossible, and fit that entire horse cock up into my body. Christy now maneuvered into position under my dick and took it deep in her throat. I let loose the largest wad of my life. It had been about twenty minutes of the best fucking I could imagine when I felt him bury his thundering cock all the way in me. The sensation was indescribable as the giant, writhing serpent, unloaded five shots in to what I would have to assume was my intestines. He then pulled out of me, leaving me feel so empty. Christy was still under us so he grabbed her by the hair and forced that mutant penis in to her mouth. He let fly another five spurts as I fell over, exhausted. Christy swallowed about half and still had a mouthful. Rory told her to kiss her husband good night. She obeyed and soon I had a mouthful of that creamy jism. I swallowed it with pleasure. Rory once again fell back on to his bed. "You two had better get some sleep, it’s a long hike to the next camp." To be continued... Hiking Trip Ch. 02 I slept like a baby. Between the alcohol consumed and the major fucking I had received, I was utterly content. I was also shocked that any of it had happened. I’d never thought of being with a man before and now I felt like I couldn’t get enough. As I opened my eyes, I realized that I was alone. I quickly pulled on some clothes and stepped out of the tent. Christy and Rory were sitting by the fire and talking to one another. I could tell by the look in my wife’s eyes that she was developing strong feelings for this man. Who could blame her? He seemed to be perfect in every way. I also noticed that their hair was wet and they were sitting nude on towels. The log they were on was low to the ground and Rory’s massive dick was hanging almost to the ground. Seeing it again made me want to run over and suck on it. They finally noticed me standing there and Rory pointed and said, “There’s a pool about a hundred feet that way. Go get yourself cleaned up and get back here. You’ve got a lot to pack up and we have a long hike today.” Disappointed that I wouldn’t have a chance to get my hands on that cock, I just did as I was told. After I had walked a little ways I glanced back to see Christy reach over and start stroking his huge prick. It made me hard and I vowed to hurry. Fifteen minutes later I was nice and fresh and clean and headed back to the camp. Rory was still on the log and was holding my wife upside down in a 69. He was lapping up her juices and she was licking his pole like a giant lollipop. He paused long enough to say, “get the packs loaded and fold up the tent,” before returning to his feast. By the time I had done what he said, Christy was kneeling between his strong legs and Rory was tit-fucking her. I walked up and told him I was finished, as though I expected a treat or maybe even some praise. Instead all I got was a grunt as his mammoth meat began spewing all over my wife’s tits, throat, and face, as well as his perfect abs and chest. Yet another unbelievable load of spunk spread out everywhere. Without a word I just walked over, leaned down and began licking first him, and then my wife clean. I knelt down behind Christy and pulled out my penis, with the intention of fucking her. Rory merely shook his head and said, “no time for that. You can wait until next camp.” And with that he stood up and helped Christy to her feet. He gave her a very hot kiss and a pat on her tight ass and told her to get dressed. With some difficulty, I did my short’s back up, stood, and put on my pack. Soon we all headed out on the trail again. We had hiked for about four hours when all of a sudden we heard men’s voices. Rory removed his pack, told us to do the same, and to hang back a bit. We walked about twenty feet behind him and were shocked to see three very tough looking guys come down the path toward us. They were not the type of guys you wanted to meet in a back alley. One of them was white, in his late teens or early twenties, with dirty blonde shoulder length hair; another was Hispanic, about 30 years old, with dark coloring; and the third was a powerful looking black man about the same age. They were all over six feet in height, with various builds - all bigger than mine. Rory whispered back to us and told us to hide all our packs and ourselves in the thick brush that ran along the trail. He was concerned for us and yet was preparing to face three men on his own. I said to Christy, “Shit, should I go help him?” I’ll admit I was very afraid. She just looked at me with a sneer on her face and said, “For one thing, you would get your ass kicked by any one of those guys. For another, he didn’t ask for, nor does he need, your help.” Boy, that comment sure made me feel like a real man. Then, to herself she added, “thank God Rory is here.” The men had now reached our “protector” and were looking him up and down. The Hispanic then asked, “Where do you think you’re going all by yourself up here, man? There are a lot of dangerous things in the wild. Maybe you should turn around and head back down to the city.” By this time my wife and I had crept our way close to the action. Maybe it was the effects of Rory on me, but I couldn’t help but notice that all three of the strangers were very handsome, in a rugged sort of way. My heart was pounding as I watched our new friend step closer to the one that had talked. He was at least six inches taller than any of them and they all moved back slightly as he closed in. “Don’t worry, my friend, there’s nothing up here that I can’t handle.” Then all hell broke loose. I won’t recap all of the events but suffice it to say, the three of them tackled Rory at the same time. Two minutes later, the white guy and the Hispanic were knocked out and Rory was toe to toe with the black guy. They were like two big bears fighting over food. While Rory had the advantage of height, his opponent was even more muscular and thicker built than him. They had ripped each other’s shirts off and were wrestling all over the opening they were in. For the first time since this had started I took my eyes off of the men and looked at Christy. I was shocked. She had three fingers buried in her soaking wet cunt and her hand was a blur. I leaned toward her and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice was shaky, and it took a moment before she uttered the words, “have you ever seen anything so hot? Two of the hottest men I have ever seen, proving themselves in a test of strength. Ohhhhhhhh!” and with that, she collapsed in to a huge orgasm that left her babbling about pecs, biceps, and gorgeous, sweaty men. Finally, the two men were on their feet again, facing each other, and the black guy called for a truce. He even held his hand out to shake Rory’s. The two of them then helped the others to sitting positions, leaning them against a large tree. The black guy introduced himself as Ty. He introduced the white guy as Nick, and the Hispanic as Carlos. Rory told them his name and then asked what they were doing up here. “Well,” Ty started, “we came up to get away but after a couple of days we all started to get horny. I only go for the ladies myself. These two will fuck anything with a hole but they won’t fuck each other. I told them to take turns but they both said no way.” Rory just smiled, patted Ty on the shoulder, and said, “I think I can help you guys out. Christy, Pete, come on out. It’s all good.” Christy took a moment to recover but soon we had headed back, grabbed all three packs, and went up the trail to meet them. When we got there we introduced ourselves. They all paid Christy a long look, and then Nick and Carlos started looking me up and down. I felt like a side of beef being appraised by a pair of butchers. Rory’s stamina amazed me once again when he said, “Come on. Let’s all go to the camp I know of. It’s only an hour from here.” I was tired already, and he had just fought three tough men. We all headed off following Rory. Sure enough, as promised, an hour later we walked out in to a beautiful clearing, attached to a clear mountain lake. We all dropped our packs and went to check on the water. It was actually fairly warm, and before I knew it we were all naked and diving in the water. Christy was in her glory as she watched the three new guys rip off their clothes. She took just a little longer than they did, so that she could watch them get in, and make sure they watched her closely on her way to join them. It didn’t go unnoticed and she actually blushed a little at the whooping and whistling that she received. As I said she has an incredible body. She had the foresight to grab a bar of soap and waded right over to Rory. She then began to lather him up, starting with the shoulders, back, armpits, and chest. They were in the water up to his upper thighs and his manhood was partially floating on the surface. She hugged in to him tightly from behind, pressing her firm tits against his lower back, and began washing his dick. Nick and Carlos watched with amazement as Rory’s soldier grew to erectness. Ty glanced over but didn’t seem too impressed. After washing his huge balls, gorgeous ass, and strong legs, my wife said, “Who’s next?” Nick didn’t miss a beat as he quickly volunteered. He got the same treatment and really enjoyed it. Nick was really good looking, about an inch taller than me, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. The first thing I noticed about his body was his abs. He had a six-pack that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. The second thing I noticed was his cock. It was about the same thickness as mine but a full eleven inches, hard. As my wife cleaned it, it looked perfect in her hand, like a dildo. The look of it just made my mouth water. Then Carlos stepped up. He was the same height as Nick but with a thicker body. Carlos had a bit of an unfriendly look about him. I really didn’t want to get on his bad side. His bath was much the same. When Christy started stroking his dick, we were all surprised. It was about nine inches long but was almost as thick as Rory’s. It had a mean look to it – sort of like a pit bull terrier. The surface was rough and there was a vein like a garden hose running along the top. The look of it made me want to run. Next came Ty. He was the most muscular of all the men but had a fairly friendly appearance. Perfect teeth, perfect body. His incredible ass stuck out in the way that you only see with men of African decent. He also had a six-pack but it was much larger than Nick’s. While Christy was working on him, he reached behind and inserted his middle finger in her pussy. She was so horny from bathing these four studs that she had an orgasm right there. She pulled his cock upwards and tugged it firmly. It had stayed limp until then but was now definitely on the rise. She walked around in front of him and started stroking with both hands. Soon he was rock-hard and we all realized he was packing a thirteen-inch serpent. The amazing thing was that he was even thicker than Rory. The look of it put me in to shock. While my wife jerked away at Ty’s mammoth beast, Rory came up from behind and started rubbing his dick against her crack. His hands massaged her breasts. She was in heaven. Twenty-eight inches of hard, fat cock in close proximity to her cunt. I wouldn’t be surprised if, between the two men, they could have lifted her off the ground with their hard-ons alone. There was no doubt in my mind that she had become a huge-dick-slut now. My attention was taken away from them, though, as Carlos approached. “Well, since your hot wife is going to be busy for a while, I guess you will just have to take care of this.” There it was again, that mean looking cock. I didn’t have time to make a choice as he just reached out, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me to my knees. The next thing I knew, I was choking on his thick meat. Shortly after I had started trying to suck him I felt two more hands. They could only have belonged to Nick, who grabbed my hips and pull me up to a bent-over position. Nick’s soft hands then started rubbing my cock and balls. I’m not sure when, but, he must have grabbed the bottle of lube that was in the side pocket of my pack. It had been half way sticking out. After applying some of it to his stiff prick and my hole, he started to slowly and gently fuck me. I loved the sensation and it made me temporarily forget about the raping my mouth and throat were taking. Pain and pleasure. I reached forward and grabbed Carlos’ muscular ass to steady myself. I loved the way his cheeks tightened every time he pumped inward. Meanwhile, Christy and her two studs had made their way back to the clearing. They had hastily piled some sleeping bags on the ground and were enjoying several different positions. Both of the men took a turn at eating her cunt while the other crouched down and tit-fucked her. She was squealing and moaning and rocking back against the tongue inside her. Nick’s fucking had become so hard and fast that I was about to cum myself. Finally, he pulled my ass back hard and started shooting his load deep inside me. Soon after, Carlos buried his dick down my over-stretched throat and also delivered a thick shake. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and said, “I hope Nick loosened you up for me, I’m not done yet.” Sure enough, using Nick’s cum for lube, he moved behind me and shoved his pit bull in. All I could do was scream. Carlos lifted me off the ground and carried me to the shore where he knelt down and pounded my ass like a jackhammer. I looked over to see that, after rinsing off, Nick had gone to get a piece of my wife. By this time, Ty was working his gigantic prick in to Christy’s soaked snatch. She was still on her back, and from my angle I could see his perfect black ass framed by my wife’s sexy white legs. As he worked his way in and out, his balls, which were about twice to three times the size of mine, swayed with a purpose. And that purpose was to fill that cunt with his seed. Nick was receiving an excellent blowjob from Christy and Rory was still tit-fucking her. I was even more turned on when I saw Rory reach back, wet his finger with the juices coming out of Christy’s cooze while Ty fucked her, and then insert that same finger in Nick’s ass. Nick liked it too and leaned back in to Rory’s hand. Carlos was still fucking me as though possessed. Man, what a fucking machine. I begged him to let me lay down as my knees felt like they were on fire. He just flipped me; thick dick still implanted, and started to fuck even harder. I reached up and started pinching his nipples and rested my legs around his waist. He gave me an arrogant smile and said, “You love this don’t you? Everyone loves it when I’m fucking them.” After some time, Ty pulled his huge cock out of Christy and started to spray cum everywhere. All over her pussy, belly, and even coated Rory’s back and shoulders. Nick leaned over and started to lick up all that could reach with his tongue. Rory didn’t seem to mind; he was more concerned with fucking my wife’s hot snatch, which, once Ty had moved away, he did with expert precision. After doing me for a half hour, Carlos had finally cum. Then, the switching began. All of the men, except Ty, took turns fucking me, while all of them fucked Christy, for about six hours. It took great effort, but when they had decided to take a swim/clean-up/food break I crawled over to my wife’s used and abused body. She was sleeping due to the extreme sex marathon she had just taken a part of. As I reached her, I could smell nothing but the thick odor of the stud’s mixed cum. It was running out of her cunt and down her ass, her whole upper body and hair were covered in it. I’m not sure what came over me at that moment but I just buried my face in her gang-banged cooze. I eagerly licked and swallowed all of the fluids from there before moving on to the rest of her body. As I finished with her face I kissed her deeply. My dick was bigger and harder than ever before but it slipped, with almost no effort, in to her vagina. It felt so different, so stretched. My fucking forced out more juices from deep within. She was still asleep and I had only one thought - her virgin asshole. It was so tight as I worked in my cock slowly. I loved the sensation so much that I didn’t last long. Just before I came, I pulled out of her ass and quickly buried my cock down her throat. I pumped more semen out than I would have thought possible and the sheer force of my orgasm caused me to collapse beside her. We all then set up camp and split up in to two groups. I awoke hours later, in the middle of the night. Strangely enough, I was horny again. Everyone was fast asleep and it was pitch black aside from the light glow of the fire pit. Nick, Carlos, and I were in the guy’s tent. I could only imagine that Christy had Rory and Ty on either side of her in our tent. Quietly, I slid my hand over to Nick’s sleeping bag and was happy to find that it was unzipped. I moved my head down to his cock and began to gently kiss it. He moaned a little in his sleep. I slowly sucked his growing cock in to my mouth. I was really beginning to love having man meat around. Particularly Nick’s; he really is a gorgeous man. And his dick is a work of art. Not too mention the fact that I can deep-throat it without choking. I opened up his sleeping bag and lay down between his legs. With one hand I jerked him off, the other hand grabbed an ass cheek, and my lips and tongue went to work on his balls and ass. Once I had wet his hole enough, I stuck a finger in and massaged his prostate. After a little suck of each of his testes, I sucked his sweet dick-head in. I played my tongue over and around the mushroom shaped treat. He was awake now and pumping my mouth slowly. He took me by the hair and pulled me up to face him. As our hard cocks rubbed together he leaned up and kissed me deeply. His tongue passed my lips and caressed my own. At this moment I realized just how much I wanted a man in my life. Preferably, this one. I wondered if Christy would mind? As the kiss ended, I softly licked my way back down, spending extra time on his pierced nipples and superbly toned stomach. I began sucking him off again with a new passion. I savored every moment until at last he unloaded shot after shot of sweet cum in to my mouth. We all slept in late, but I was the first up. The others all got up around the same time and found breakfast waiting. After everyone had eaten and gone for a swim the three men said they had to be going. Christy kissed them all soundly while they got one last feel. Nick said goodbye to me last and I told him I wanted to have our number and to call sometime. He just smiled and said, “don’t worry, your wife gave all of us your address and phone number. I’ll see you soon.” Part of me wanted to say “THAT BITCH” but only a small part. I, like her, was now addicted to big cock. Just watching her was hot enough. Taking part was even better. Soon after, the three of us were packed and hiking downhill. We stopped for a late lunch at our first night’s camp. It was there that Rory told us he would be heading off. I asked him when we would be seeing each other again. It was then that Christy told me that he had just lost his apartment. Since he didn’t have a job or any money, she had offered him our guest suite. They walked away from me a bit and started to kiss passionately. She was dry-humping his monster-sized hard-on and told him she could hardly wait the three days until he moved in. She didn’t want to let him go but finally did. We both watched as he walked out of site. “So, you’re in love with him, are you?” My tone was a little more immature than I had intended. “Pete, when he fucks me I feel like I have been taken to another universe. It’s so amazing that I can’t put it in to words. To answer your question though, I’m in love with you, and you alone. That will never change. I got so hot watching you getting fucked by those guys.” “I’m glad to hear it, Christy. I love you too and the same goes for me. I loved watching those hunks take you as they pleased. I really liked it when you were with Ty. I’ve always dreamed of seeing you with a big black dick in your snatch.” “Well, you’re in luck. He’ll be coming by soon to visit. He said he has a couple of black friends that he would like me to meet. By the way, mister, I heard you gave Nick a fantastic blowjob last night. He told me that he really likes you.” “Really? Wow. I really like him, too. He’s pretty hot, don’t you think?” “Totally! I’m sure you won’t mind but I invited him to move in, too. You realize that he’s completely bi-sexual don’t you? The other guys were just fucking you because they were so horny, not too mention the fact that you didn’t resist, but Nick said he loved fucking both of us, especially you.” Hiking Trip Ch. 02 We decided to spend one more night, so when the camp was set up we started in on one of our remaining flasks. All we could think or talk about was the fact that in three days, we’d each have a hot stud at home. It wasn’t long before we were in the tent, fucking like wild animals. It sure had been an interesting hiking trip.