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 �>�The Camping Trip by Stevew Copyright�(C) 2021 by Stevew

   Prologue

   My wife, Janet, had been talking a group of girls on a camping trip
every summer for years.  It had begun when when my niece, Mary, was
fourteen.  Mary -(TM)s mother had died when she was ten and my wife had
taken on the role of a second mother for her.  In this rural area it was
expected that girls and boys alike learned how to cook not only in a
kitchen but also over a campfire or barbecue pit.  My brother, John, was a
truck driver and was often on the road for a week or two at a time. 
Therefore he and Mary lived with my wife and I on the farm my parents had
left us upon their deaths.

   The farm consisted of a little over five hundred acres with a small
creek running through it.  The creek, unlike other areas it ran through,
had a nice sandbar about half way through the property, which made for a
good place to camp.  It was also deep enough to swim in and fish were
plentiful.  In fact part of the trip was fishing and cooking the fish they
caught.  But the much of the trip was just for fun.  Often the girls talked
about boys they knew and which ones they were interested in possibly dating
as well as just plain gossiping.

   The annual trip had been going on for a number of years now, and had
become quite popular.  It had become so popular that, even though Mary had
graduated from high school and gone off to college, the camps still
continued with other girls from the local high school.  My wife looked
forward to the annual trip every year and hoped to continue doing it years
to come.



   Chapter 1

   An Excited Daughter

   Allison was excited.  Her mother had been talking a group of girls on a
camping trip every summer for the last seven years, and this year she was
finally old enough to go as well.  Her mother had always insisted that all
the girls she took on the trip were high school students or at least
entering high school in the coming year.  She had just graduated from jr
high and would be a freshman next year.



   The accident:

   Janet was on her way home from work a week after Allison -(TM)s jr. 
high graduation, when a man in an old pickup truck ran a stop sign. 
Fortunately for her the truck had struck her car on the passenger side, but
the crash had still broken her leg and it would take a few weeks for her to
recover.  She and Allison were supposed to head out for the camping trip in
two days.  What was she going to do?  The parents of the other six girls
who were to go on the trip had already made plans for the two week trip,
many of them would even be out of town while their daughters were on the
trip.

   Her husband and Allison were waiting in the lobby of the ER for her when
she was pushed out in a wheelchair.  She could see the concern on both of
their faces.  Both of them helped her into his car for the trip home.

   Janet needed the first night she was home, but fortunately it was the
lower part of her leg that was broken and she was able to get around by
herself after that.  The morning before they were supposed to go on the
camping trip I found her sitting at the kitchen table crying.  I asked, 
-�What -(TM)s wrong? -� She replied,  -�Allison was looking forward to the
camping trip and now I can -(TM)t go.  It was the only two weeks I could
get off of work and now I -(TM)ll have to spend it here heeling from this
broken leg.  I know the other girls were looking forward to the trip as
well.  It -(TM)s not fair, but I can -(TM)t take them like this.  You and
your buddy John were supposed to be going to his father -(TM)s ranch to
give them a hand with loading the cows to take to the sell. -� She sobbed
some more.   -�I -(TM)ve already talked to John.  We -(TM)ll delay the
shipment for a few weeks, so that -(TM)s not a problem, you -(TM)re more
important, -� I told her.  (John and I had planned to round up and load
cattle for market while the girls went camping.)  -�Really, -� she said,
sounding as anything could be more important than her.   -�Really, -� I
said.

   That night as the three of us sat and ate dinner she said, -� I talked
to the mothers of the other girls and we agree.  We want you to take the
girls on the camping trip.  It -(TM)s not fair that they should miss it
just because I can -(TM)t go.  We know we can trust you and that are one of
the best campfire cooks around.  They can learn a lot from you. -� Allison
-(TM)s eyes lit up with excitement, though she was somewhat torn.  She was
excited that she be able to go but also concerned her mother -(TM)s
recovery as well.



   Chapter 2

   I was worried about leaving Janet by herself, but also couldn -(TM)t
help help feeling that it would be fun teaching the girls how to cookout on
a campfire as well.

   When my wife took the girls each year, she would usually share a tent
with one of the girls.  But I, being a man, couldn -(TM)t.  Fortunately
they always took a larger communal tent in which, should bad weather hit,
they could cluster together and stay out of the rain.  It also gave them a
place to eat free of ants and mosquitoes.  Therefore I would simply use it
to sleep in.

   The girls were all dropped off at our house by three o -(TM)clock the
next day and we hiked to the usual camping spot.  Normally there were three
to six girls on the camping trip, but this year there were ten plus myself.
There was Angela and Bethany who would be seniors this year, they were the
only two who had been on previous trips, and Samantha and Jamie who were
juniors, Cindy, Elisabeth, and Sarah of the sophomore class, and Allison,
of course, her best friends Elaine and Jessica.  We had five small tents
plus the one larger one so that wasn -(TM)t a problem.

   We got the six tents set up and gathered rocks for a fire pit and even a
pile wood for the fire.

   We got a fire started and were roasting hotdogs for our first nights
dinner, when Angela hesitantly came over to me.  She asked, in a somewhat
stammering voice,  -�Are we going to dress the way we normally do on these
camp outs or... -� she was interrupted by Bethany.  Who said,  -�Yeah, that
-(TM)s one of the the most enjoyable parts of the camping trip. -�

   Not having a clue what she was talking about, I said,  -�Sure, if you
want to. -� I almost, almost, regretted having said that, for no sooner
than the words left my mouth both of the girls began to strip.  The other
girls looked at them questioningly then grinned and began to do the same.
My daughter Allison, though obviously reluctant, did as well.  I was
suddenly surrounded by ten beautiful young naked girls.  I tried, I swear I
did, not look at the naked flesh in front of me, but I couldn -(TM)t help
it.  They were all around me.  Then Allison looked me dead in the eyes and
said,  -�Your turn dad. -�

   I tried to protest that it wouldn -(TM)t be right for me to do that, but
they wouldn -(TM)t hear of it.  Reluctantly, perhaps more so than the
girls, I stripped as well.  Shortly after that we all retired to our tents.

   The camping trip day two:

   The next morning after breakfast we got out the fishing gear and fished
for an hour or so.  We caught enough fish for both lunch and dinner and put
them into a basket that could be kept in the water.  We tied the handle of
the basket to a stout tree so that we wouldn -(TM)t lose it and, because
the basket was in the water, we could keep the fish alive until we were
ready to eat them.  We then went down stream a little to swim.

   We splashed in the water for a while.  Thank fully, for me, the was warm
enough for swimming and cool enough to keep me from having a full erection,
though admittedly with so many gorgeous young naked girls around me my dick
never got fully soft either.  I tried, honestly I did, not to look at the
girls.  But with so many of them and the fact that they all wanted me to
pick them up so that they could dive into the water, I couldn -(TM)t help
myself.

   We went back up to the camp and I showed them how to clean and prepare
the fish for cooking.  We used a cast iron skillet and some grease to fry
them over an open fire.  After we ate we lay in the sun for an hour or so
before returning to our swimming hole.

   We swam for a while then returned to get the remaining fish ready to
eat. This time I let the girls do the work of cleaning and cooking the
fish. They did a good job of it, so I had obviously taught them well
earlier.

   That night it began to rain.  It wasn -(TM)t a hard rain, but it was
hard enough to put out the campfire and force us to go into the large tent
that I was using for the evening.  It also dropped the temperature enough
that we had to cuddle up together for warmth.  This presented a problem for
me.  While I was, for the most part, able to tamp down any lustful desires
when the girls were away from me.  However when we were all cuddled up
together like this, my desire became all too evident.  It was sticking up
between two of the girls legs and their slight movements didn -(TM)t help
matters any.  One of the older girls, who was obviously feeling a bit of
desire herself, began to lick and suck my rod.  It became sort of a game to
see which of the girls could get me the closest to shooting off without
allowing me to cum.  By the time the last girl had her turn I had lost my
mind to the point that I turned to Bethany who was laying on my right side.
I rolled on top of her, dislodging my cock from the mouth of the girl on my
left, and plunged it into her pussy without thinking.  Fortunately, for
both of us, she wasn -(TM)t a virgin and was extremely excited from all of
the sex play.  She welcomed my invasion and began to orgasm within a couple
of strokes because I only lasted a couple more myself.  I blasted her
insides with a copious amount of my spunk.

   A moment later I realized what I had just done and said,  -�I -(TM)m
sorry, I shouldn -(TM)t have done that. -� Breathlessly she said,  -�Don
-(TM)t worry about it.  That was the best I -(TM)ve ever had.  Feel free to
do it again. -� Her statement was followed by a chorus of  -�My turn -�,
and  -�Do me next -�.  Even my daughter was begging me to do her.



   Chapter 3

   The remainder of the camping trip was filled with fishing, cooking, and
sex.  I would fuck one girl in the morning before breakfast, then we -(TM)d
fish, swim, and eat lunch.  Then I would fuck another girl before we went
for our afternoon swim.  We -(TM)d eat dinner and I -(TM)d fuck another
girl before bedtime.  Sometimes the girl would be a virgin and sometimes
not.  When she was a virgin I -(TM)d spend a little more time with them and
ensure that their body was ready for sex.  The girls who weren -(TM)t
virgins, with a few exceptions, were ready when they came to me.  The girls
were weren -(TM)t ready I spent a little more time with, though not as much
as I did with the virgins.  By the last night I had had sex with every girl
except my daughter.

   On the last night we had something of a party.  The girls, with
exception of my daughter, would each ride my cock for ten strokes each
until all had had a turn and then they would start all over again.  Each
girl got to ride me three times a piece, then Angela got the prize as she
was riding me for the fourth time.

   With exception of Allison all of the girls left my tent after that.  To
my surprise Allison intended to spend the whole night with me.  (I learned
later that she had arranged this with the other girls.) At first we just
slept, but in the middle of the night she awoke me and said,  -�I wanted to
let you recover a little bit, but I,,, I,,, I want you to be my first. -� I
don -(TM)t remember now exactly what was said from that point on, but she
convinced me that she was serious and really wanted me to be her first.  I
spent more time with her than I had with any of the other girls, even the
other virgins.  In the end I fucked her to three orgasms and she had a
fourth when I released my load into her.

   The next day we packed up the camp and headed home.  One by one the
girls were all picked up by their parents.

   Life went on like normal for a while, however my wife had to go on a
business trip across the country.  The plane went down and there were no
survivors.  Her company paid us a handsome amount for the loss of my wife,
but there were too many memories in the house we were living in and since
my niece was in college now anyway it made no since for us to stay.  I was
offered a job in another state and I took it.  My daughter and I never
really got over the loss of my wife, but we took comfort in each other
-(TM)s arms.  One thing led to another and we began to live as man and
wife. We still do.