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Fugitive
by Erik in Denver (tiredashell@aol.com)
***
A man on the run from the law meets a couple of women
out on a girl's only weekend. He saves them from a
harsh fate and they repay him with sexual favours.
Their fun turns to romance and leads to a long term
relationship. (FFM, bi, voy, threesome, rom)
***
Day One
I was running from the law. Another day in the Rocky
Mountains and a beautiful summer day in the wilderness.
Back in Denver, the police were trying to find any
clues to my where-a-bouts but I had destroyed all my
information I had built up over time. You know, escape
plans, maps, supply lists, etc. They were after me for
a murder. Yep, I did it, the guy deserved it. He
stabbed my kid brother so I did like the bible says and
got an eye for an eye.
Now I live off the land, hunting and gathering what I
can, stealing and pilfering what I could get away with.
I have a trap line that I set up, and I have automatic
fishing reels set up in some of the mountain creeks to
catch trout. I build temporary shelters when I stay in
an area for more than a month. There is also a network
of other people who both live in the mountains or help
those of us who do. Like for instance, I pan for gold
in the streams when I can, or sell my pelts.
I planned well for this, before I got even I set up
some plans. Got myself a bunch of supplies and buried
caches around the mountains. Picked up a Ruger MK II
.22 LR pistol and took it to a gunsmith who doesn’t ask
questions for a few bills. Got a suppressor put on it
and got the trigger lightened up. Also bought a bunch
of clips for it and about 2000 rounds of sub-sonic
ammo, gotta be quiet when you’re hunting and the law is
after you. Also got a Marlin 30-30 lever action carbine
for deer and defense. Got my pack with food, sleeping
bag, water filter, very small tent, and all the usual
camping stuff. Also have a Cold Steel sheath knife, a
Leatherman multi-tool, and a Normark Skinning axe.
Just now I was located up in Rocky Mountain National
Park, trying hard not to be seen by the
hikers/backpackers and the occasional ranger that
patrol the park. I was about 200 yards from a little
used trail, hidden in some bushes and using my
binoculars to glass the valley below me. I had thought
that I heard some voices down here as I crested the
ridgeline about two hours ago, but the wind in the
rocks and trees can really fool your ears.
Since I really have nowhere to be at a certain time, I
can take as long as I need to sneak through the trees.
Well, it was getting late in the day and the sun was
going down, the wind dies down to at sunset so any
sounds can be heard clearer. Sure enough, I had heard
some people down in the valley, I could only make out
two distinct girl’s voices and now the distinct smell
of a fire was wafting up the valley. Well, I guess I
would take a look, what the hell; I had nothing else to
do.
It took me about a half an hour to slink my way down to
the small lake they were camped at. They had a little
yellow tent, a fire going, a lantern hanging on a tree
branch, casting a dim light over the campsite. I put
the binocs to my eyes and adjusted my sight to the low
light and found a pleasant surprise. There were indeed
two women there; I figured they were in there mid 40’s.
One was brunette, long hair tied into a ponytail, tank
top, denim shorts cut too high for decent folks to
wear. She had a few extra pounds, but really knew how
to display it. Her breasts were rounded and heavy,
maybe 36-D’s? The other woman had red hair, worn down,
spilling over her shoulders. Wearing a black tube top
that kept falling down on her so she had to keep
adjusting it. On her lower half she was wearing a tight
pair of spandex biker looking shorts that left almost
nothing to the imagination.
It looked like they were cooking their supper and
getting the fire ready for the night.
"Well," I thought, "I guess I’ll have some
entertainment tonight."
I took some food out of my main pack and had a little
something to eat while I watched them do their camp
chores and the light dimmed to moonlight. After I had
eaten, I stowed away my large pack and grabbed my
smaller bag with just some necessities in it, my
pistol, my rifle, and my spy glasses, and slowly and
quietly sneaked my way to the edge of their campsite.
Now, I wasn’t gonna hurt them, I’m not into that sort
of thing, but I do like a good show now and then.
Usually I happen upon young couples camping in the high
country that get a little frisky and give me a nice
porno show or a skinny dipping to watch. Hell, one time
I came across an honest to god nudist camp! They are
nothing like what I was told they were, not many young
ladies there, mostly only overweight old men and women,
or young guys that are so desperate for some female
company that they show their wears there in the hopes
of bagging some older, desperate chick.
Well, I found my way to a nice hidden spot where I had
the whole camp in view, grabbed my canteen and my
pistol and settled in for my show. I could hear them
much more clearly now. Apparently, the brunette’s name
was Jennifer and the red head’s name was Barbra. They
were just talking about the day they had, the meal, the
stars, how glad they were to take a break from their
kids and husbands.
They must go on trips every year or so to get away on a
girl’s weekend. The meal was over and they had broken
out a rather large plastic bottle that had something
dark in it, they were pouring the contents into those
two-piece, plastic wine glasses they sell at outdoor
stores. I found out soon enough it was wine. It was
also apparent that they were light-weights when it came
to drinking, always a dangerous proposition to mix
alcohol and wilderness. I guess it was a good thing I
was there to watch over them.
They time wore on; they drank and talked for about an
hour when one of them asked if the other remembered
something they had done back in college. The other one
was shocked and seamed embarrassed but said that she
indeed did remember. They were talking about one night
they were camping at a park somewhere and had had too
much to drink; they were missing their boyfriends and
had made love to each other in their first and only
lesbian encounter. Well now, I must say, my interests
were peaked!
Barb, the redhead, said she was feeling kinda hot and
asked if it would bother Jen if she removed her tube-
top. Jen said no, and thought she might be getting
kinda hot too. They both took off their tops, much to
my delight, and treated me to the view of four lovely
breasts. They lay down on the blanket next to the fire
and continued to talk. Their talk wondered into their
sex lives with their husbands, things they had done to
spice up their marriages etc. Jen sat up suddenly and
leaned over Barb, gazed into her eyes for a moment and
then bent down to kiss her on the lips. Her breasts
hung down and rubbed on Barb’s breasts, making both
their nipples stiffen in the night air.
I could see their tongues playing with each other and
could hear their heavy breathing. They continued to
kiss for a while, I watched as hands caressed over
breasts, cupped a face, and eventually started to
remove shorts and pants. They removed their pants and
drank in each other’s naked bodies with exploring eyes.
Wine is a wonderful inhibitor of inhibitions if taken
in high enough quantities. They were on their knees,
facing each other, kissing and caressing each other,
gently pinching nipples, fingernails tracing the goose-
flesh on their backs.
They rose up and held one another as they kissed,
breast to breast, hands running though hair and
squeezing each other’s asses. Jen started to work her
way down Barb’s cheek, her neck, her chest. She got to
Barb’s stiff nipple and played with it with her tongue,
sending shivers though Barb’s body. She teased it and
made it glistening wet in the firelight, and then took
it into her mouth and sucked gently on it.
I could see her take the nipple between her teeth and
softly bite down, driving poor Barb into a full body
spasm; Barb held the back of Jennifer’s head and
pressed her face deep into her breast. Jen worked on
one nipple, then the other, back and forth, driving
Barb seemingly quite mad with pleasure. Barb was
moaning quite loudly now as her hand cupped Jen’s
breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples...
My head turned to a sound that came from across the
campsite, couldn’t be sure what it was or where it came
from, but the girls must not have heard it, they
continued as though they were the only people in the
universe. I continued to watch them, but also kept an
eye, and an ear, on the surrounding forest.
Jen pushed Barb back gently until she was laying on her
back on the blanket, then she moved to Barb’s feet,
kneeling there, licking her lips. I watched as Jen
parted Barb’s legs and knelt down and kissed the
insides of her thighs. She licked and kissed her way up
to the mound of fur between Barb’s legs. She stopped to
savor the moment and lowered her face into Barb’s
pussy; spreading the pussy lips as wide as she could
exposing a rather engorged clit that shimmered with
wetness in the flickering firelight. Jen’s tongue ever
so softly, barely with any pressure, tickled Barb’s
clit. Barb looked as though she had touched a 220 volt
outlet, her body convulsed with the touch and I heard
her, loudly and joyously moan and cry, "Baby... oh
god... right there... please, don’t stop honey... oh,
I’ve missed your tongue."
By this time Jen’s face was buried into Barb’s now
soaked pussy and fully engaged in tongue fucking her
friend.
There was that sound again, much closer this time, a
soft crunch sound. I looked across the campsite to
where I thought I heard it come from and thought I
could see a shape, a shade, moving slowly, one step at
a time, towards the camp. I unsnapped the retaining
strap on my sheath knife and unholsterd my .22
automatic pistol and slowly, oh so quietly chambered a
round.
I wasn’t going to use the big rifle because the noise
it would make would attract unwanted attention. I
slowly got into a crouching position and waited to see
what happened. Every nerve in my body felt like it got
an injection of adrenaline. I watched the shape get
larger and nearer and waited to make a move.
Into the edge of the firelight stepped a grungy,
filthy, deranged looking man. His age was a mystery, as
was the last time he may have bathed. He was muttering
to himself and his voice was getting louder as he
approached the two women, who now had detected him, but
were too drunk to think of what to do next. I knew the
guy; at least, I had met him, a couple of months ago. I
stumbled on him near a trail about 30 miles south and
west of here.
He was setting on a rock, muttering to himself and
telling himself to keep his "God damn fuckin mouf shut
fer Christ sake," in his broken, near toothless
English. His name was Pete, everyone called him Nut-job
because he was a paranoid-schizophrenic that had gone
off his meds and couldn’t take city life anymore.
Apparently it had been a long time since he had seen a
woman, and even longer since he had seen one naked. He
seemed hell- bent to have one or both of them tonight
if he could. It was then I noticed the old revolver in
his hands, maybe a .357 Colt python. I heard the hammer
click back. He started to wave it around and was
talking loudly and telling the girls it was his turn.
Guess I needed to step in.
I worked my way around behind him and put the sites of
my pistol on the back of his head. He had never done
anything bad to me, but, in his condition, I guess I
would have done him a favor to put a couple of bullets
in his head and give him a decent burial. I was
sneaking up close behind him, had to get close, those
little .22 bullets need to be close to go through a
person’s skull. That’s when I was made... the girl’s
eyes widened and one of them pointed to Pete’s left
where I was. Well, old Nut-job may have been crazy, but
he wasn’t stupid, he spun around on my, pointed the
revolver and got a shot off.
I felt a baseball bat hit me high on my left shoulder
and spun me half way around. I raised my right hand
with the pistol in it, put the sites on his head and
double tapped the trigger, the only sound you could
hear was a, "Whut, Whut" of the rounds going off and
the clanking of the bolt slamming forward and back. I
saw two holes appear just above his eyebrows and he
stood stone still. I fell to my knees and tried to
regain another site picture. I aimed at him and put two
more holes in his chest. He stood there for another
couple of seconds, groaned softly and collapsed to the
ground. Pete was done; I was bleeding some from a
grazing shot on my left shoulder. The women were still
in a daze.
I went over to Pete and checked for vital signs, found
a very weak pulse and put another two rounds into his
head, no need to have the poor guy suffer. I dragged
away his lifeless body and left it about 50 yards from
the camp and sat him next to a tree for a proper burial
in the morning.
I took his gun and ammo and returned to camp to check
on the two buzzed lovelies and found them holding each
other, trembling. I introduced myself with a false
name, no need to give them a real one to go back and
report to the authorities. They introduced themselves
and asked what I was going to do to them. I told them
they were safe and that I would appreciate some of that
wine and a bandage to stop the bleeding.
They breathed a sigh of relief and Barb got up,
apparently forgetting she was bare-ass-naked, and went
into her tent and came out with a small med kit. I
asked if they had any feminine pads as they worked
great to absorb and stop bleeding. She fished one out
of the kit and some tape and came over to me, guided me
to the blanket they had on the ground and told me to
sit down next to Jen.
Barb wasn’t very steady with her hand-eye coordination
but eventually got the "bandage" on. Jen had poured me
a glass of wine and handed it to me; her eyes semi-
glazed but checking me out, top to bottom. I took a
long draught of the wine and closed my eyes waiting for
the effect to hit me; it had been about 6 months since
I last had some alcohol so I knew it wouldn’t be long.
I was awakened from my revelry when Barb asked me if I
was ok.
"Yep, I will be as soon as this wine gets to my head."
I quipped.
"I can’t believe what happened, it just happened so
fast, I still don’t think I know what happened...
jesus..." Jen trailed off.
"Thank god you were here," said Barb, neither of them
wondering yet as to why I was there then. "Thank you so
much for helping us."
I just nodded, I was waiting for the wine to hit and
cleared the mag from my pistol and inserted a fresh
full one into it and jacked a round into the chamber.
"Drink up, please, I hate drinking alone." I said.
They both took their glasses and drained them and
refilled. I guess they were trying to drink the
memories of what happened out of their minds.
Barb asked with slurred speech, "Is he really dead? He
won’t be back like some bad horror movie will he?"
"No ma’am, he’s not going to cause any more trouble.
You can rest easy tonight."
"Oh, my name’s Jen, and this is my friend Barb, we were
just on a girl’s weekend up here to get away from it
all and have some fun. I guess next time it might be a
good idea to bring a dog or a gun with us huh?"
"Yep, and maybe an extra set of clothes too?" I said
laughing.
I was shocked when barb asked if I really wanted them
to get dressed, or if I liked them just the way they
were. I said just the way they were was just fine with
me.
Jen got up and started to somewhat drunkenly hum and
dance in the cool night air, her breasts bouncing and
jiggling, nipples still stiff from fear and from the
attention that her friend had given them.
"Work it girl’" Barb told her friend, "let’s show him
how much we appreciate what he did for us!" And she
leaned into to me and kissed me slowly, sensually, and
chewed on my lower lip. Despite the gunshot wound, I
was starting to get aroused again.
"Let’s get that dirty shirt off you, oh, and you got
some blood on your pants too, gonna have to clean those
too hon." Barb started to remove my shirt and unbuckle
my pants. She asked me to stand up so she could get
them off; I stood, and she pulled them to my feet and I
stepped out of them. I now stood there in front of
Barb, in my underwear, she was on her knees. She put
her hands on the waistband of my undies and my cock
started to grow, quickly.
She slowly pulled them down; my now fully erect rod was
being revealed as she licked her lips. I was completely
naked now, standing there, at full attention, it was
bobbing with every heart-beat, Ready for some action.
Jen had slowed her dancing and was watching Barb and me
to see what her friend would do next; I hoped I knew
what it was. Sure enough, she leaned forward and took
the tip of my cock into her open mouth and tickled it
with her tongue. Man, it had been a looonnnggg time
since I felt something that good!
She started to bury my tool in her mouth, working it to
the back of her throat, squeezing it with her mouth,
fondling my balls with her hand.
Jen poured some wine on her breasts and brought my head
down to her nipple telling me to suck it off. I wasn’t
in a position or the mood to argue. So, as she was
letting me suckle her, she continued to drink wine,
emptying her glass. Jen started to lose her balance and
said she needed to sit down. So I helped her down as
Barb continued to blow my cock and my mind. Jen faded
out; laying down and finally gave up the fight and
passed out.
Barb took my cock from her mouth and giggled, saying
"What a lightweight, well, maybe we can still have some
fun with her."
She continued to massage my cock orally until I told
her I was coming, when she put her hands on my ass, dug
in her fingernails and sucked even harder. That did it
for me; I let loose with an orgasm that had been my
first in a very long time. My penis felt like a high
pressure fire hose, blasting my cum into her suckling
mouth making her swallow as fast and as much as she
could. I could hear her gulping and all the while my
legs felt as if all the muscle had turned to Jell-O. I
finished and she let me slide out of her mouth; she
wiped the remaining cum off the corner of her mouth
with her arm. She caught her breath and commented that
was one hell of a load!
I sank down to my knees and laid her down on her back
next to her unconscious girlfriend. I took her nipple
and half of her tit into my mouth and sucked on the
first one I had tasted in a year. I ravaged her tits,
biting, sucking, pinching, cupping them in my rough
hands and squeezing them hard. She was really enjoying
this. I started to kiss and lick my way down her tummy
and invade her moist pubic region, I could smell the
heavy, musky odor of her excited cunt, could feel her
tummy tremble as my tongue invaded between her pussy
lips.
She pinched her nips with one hand and ran her other
hand through my hair, on the back of my head, urging me
to dive in and eat her out, "Please, god, eat me, suck
on my clit, make me come in your mouth!" I sucked her
big clit into my mouth and my tongue abused it, rubbing
on it hard and steady, making her cry out into the
Rocky Mountain night sky.
She got up on her elbows and looked down, watching my
face buried in her patch of fur, tasting every drop of
lubricant her body could secrete. Her breathing became
very fast and labored, she started to get a low,
guttural sound, primitive, sexual coming from deep
inside her that turned into a long, loud cry of ecstasy
as her pussy went into spasms. Her body shivered and
convulsed in orgasm as she forced my face into her
crotch.
Finally, she settled down, still breathing hard and I
moved up and lay down next to her. We remained like
that for a while, breathing, relaxing, watching the
stars wheel overhead, listening to the night speech of
animals and the wind in the pines. The fire had gone
down so I sat up and added a couple more pieces of wood
and watched as the flames engulfed them.
Barb told me to get between her legs and put my cock up
to her pussy lips, when I did, she took my semi-hard
cock in her hand and rubbed it on her now very
sensitive clit, her opening was drenched. I started to
harden again and was soon at full attention again. She
looked into my eyes and whispered, "Fuck me, now,
please." I wasn’t one to disappoint so I ever so slowly
penetrated her, sinking into her with great relish and
deliberation. She arched her back and spread her legs
even farther, eventually pulling them up into the air,
telling me to go as deep as I can. As I entered her, I
could feel the wet walls of her vagina spasm and ripple
on my invading cock. She took a very deep breath,
ending in a hiss when I finally got to the depth of her
womanhood. We were pelvic bone to pelvic bone, and I
worked my cock around at depth, grinding into her
crotch. I started to move, in and out, slowly at first,
then trying to go faster.
I didn’t last long in that position and my shoulder was
starting to burn and lose strength. I told her she
needed to get on top, and pulled out. She got up and
helped me lay back, running her fingers though my hair.
She stood over me, one leg on each side.
Leaning down and taking my now wet, rock hard pole in
her hand she lowered herself onto it, first working in
the head and then eventually impaling herself on me.
She seemed to orgasm just by my entering her, probably
still very sensitive from my eating her clit. She sat
on me, straight up, and seemed to work my cock inside
her like a swizzle stick, stirring the juices inside
her. She then started to bob up and down on me; I
watched her slightly sagging breasts bounce on her
chest, a look of pure pleasure on her face.
Barb rode me for a few minutes like that, settling into
a rhythm that seemed to really work for her. Then
suddenly she fell forward on top of me, her heavy tits
falling on my chest, rubbing in circles as she worked
herself on my cock.
Even though I think she was still pretty drunk, she
could sure fuck like a pro, it also did wonders to take
my mind off my arm. She started to give signs that she
was getting close to cumming, she tensed up, her
grinding slowed, and her pussy gripped me like a vise.
She rode out the orgasm, gritting her teeth and finally
collapsing on top of me, exhausted.
Since I had cum in her mouth earlier, it was gonna take
some more work for me to get off again and I shared
that with her. She asked me if I remembered that she
said we could still have fun with her friend Jen who
was still passed out and snoring softly next to us on
the blanket.
She got to her knees, poked at her friend to see if she
would wake up. No response.
"Good," Barb said, "Still asleep, she wont feel a
thing!" and giggled a little.
I wondered what the hell she had in mind, but didn’t
have to wait long. She rolled her inebriated friend
over on her stomach and stood up over her, straddling
her. She got a hold of her hips and heaved her ass in
the air so it looked like Jen was kneeling and bent
over, head on the blanket.
She got down behind her friend and spread her ass
cheeks apart and leaned into it. Her tongue started to
probe into Jen’s asshole, licking it, getting it wet
and slick. She forced her tongue into Jen’s asshole
deep as she could; her friend stirred but didn’t wake.
After a while of this, she crawled around to Jen’s head
and held her hips in the air and her knees against
Jen’s shoulders.
"Ok, I think she’s ready, go ahead and fuck her in the
ass, that way neither of us gets pregnant and you get
to get off inside one of us!"
Well now, this is just my lucky damn day! I was on my
knees and got up behind Jen. I ran my hard penis in her
ass crack, getting it wet and ready. I pushed it gently
at first, against Jen’s tight asshole, wiggling and
working my hard-on into her very, extremely tight anus.
I popped though into her hot, wet rectum and pushed and
pulled in and out of her, getting deeper in at each
push. Finally, I was in up to the hilt, grinding my lap
into her plump ass, god damn, she was very tight, I
won't be able to hold off long. Barb held Jen’s body in
place as I started slamming my cock into her friend, I
grabbed Jen’s hips to give me some leverage and soon I
was not only impacting Jen’s body like a pile-driver,
but it was all Barb could do to hold Jen in place.
Just then Jen came a little way out of her wine induced
stupor and asked what the hell was going on.
"Hold on and ride it out hon!" Barb told her friend.
Jen yelled, "God, he feels too big, what is he doing in
my ass?"
"We owe him Jen, just hang on and wait, it wont be
long!"
Barb let out little cries with each impact to her ass.
I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure or both, I
was just trying to get off in this hot chick’s tight,
probably virgin ass. I could feel her clamp down on my
cock, like she was trying to take a shit, and that
drove me over the edge.
I blasted another load, this time deep into Jen’s
bowels, filling up her rectum and colon with my hot
semen. I could feel my cock pumping it into her and I
think she felt it too. I stayed inside her till I was
completely finished then slowly pulled out. When I
finally fell out with a wet, slurping sound I clearly
heard Jen’s loud sigh of relief.
"Hey," she said, "That actually felt pretty good, why
didn’t I try that years ago?"
"Well, now maybe you can try it with John when you get
home, really rock his world!" said Barb.
"Oh shit, John, what if he finds out?!? What the hell
am I gonna do!?!?" said Jen.
"Don’t worry about it, we both had fun, and I’m sure
he’ll never find out, so just chill and enjoy it." Barb
chided.
At that point we decided that it might be good to go
down to the stream and take a quick bath and the hit
the sack. So, off we went, all-together nude and waded
into the cold mountain water. We bathed, splashed and
played in the water for a few minutes, till it got too
cold. We went back to camp, I went and got my gear out
of the bushes and re-joined them in camp.
They invited me to stay in the tent with them as you
never know when some crazy fuck was gonna come out of
the woods and try to mess with you. They made a place
for me in between them. I double checked my pistol and
made sure it and my knife were close by, a habit that’s
developed over time. The girls laid down on each side
and put their heads on my chest and settled in for a
good night’s sleep. Jen wrapped her little warm hand
around my satisfied cock and we drifted off to sleep.
Day Two
The bright light shining in my eyes woke me up. At
first I didn’t know where I was and reached for my gun.
It’s cold metal was reassuring and I took stock of my
surroundings. Two lovely ladies were still asleep next
to me. I was on my side and Jen was spooning with me,
my morning erection was digging into the crack of her
ass, my cum was still oozing out of her there. I used
it for lube and worked the tip of my cock into her
crack slowly, nestling it in at the entrance of her
abused asshole.
She stirred under me. I reached around and cupped her
breast in my hand gently and caught her stiffening
nipple between my fingers. I could feel Barb’s breasts
pressing into my back and her pussy fur was tickling my
ass as she had one leg up on top of my hip and leg. Had
I actually died and gone to heaven? Not a bad way to go
I guess!
"Good morning stud!" purred Jen, "morning babe," she
said to Barb and me.
"Mister, my ass is still kinda sore, but if you want,
you can slip it into my pussy," said Jen.
"My pleasure, and please, call me Erik, all my friends
do."
"Ok... Erik... Could you slip me some of that hard
cock? I’ve been having very erotic dreams all night and
woke up terribly horny."
"Wait, let me get it good and wet first, pull it outta
her ass for a second," Barb said. I was guessing she’s
very oral.
I pulled out and rolled to the side and Barb engulfed
my morning hard-on and ate it for all it was worth.
That girl, I swear could suck the chrome off a trailer
hitch. Her husband was a very lucky man!
She sucked me for a while, then took my erection in her
hand, lifted Jen’s leg and aimed me right at her wet
and swollen pussy. I pushed it in and started to slowly
pump her. Barb got over on the other side next to Jen
and they started to kiss. Have I told you I’m a very
lucky man? Barb started to suck, nibble, and then bite
Jen’s breasts and nips, really pushing her friend over
the edge.
At last, Barb worked her way down to Jen’s pussy and
started to lick her clit and my shaft as it slid in and
out. I thought Jen was gonna have a fit right then, it
was difficult to stay inside her as she was bucking and
pumping along with me. Barb reached up and gripped my
balls and I shot a huge load into Jen’s pussy, filling
her with my seed.
At that point I had to rest a while and watched as Jen
got between Barb’s legs and ate her out. At one time,
she must have been one hell of a lesbian, cause
whatever she was doing to Barb’s pussy sent Barb
through the roof of the tent.
After Barb’s orgasm, we lay there for a little while,
basking in the warm sunshine coming though the screen
roof of the tent. We passed around a bottle of water as
we all had dry mouth from the wine last night not to
mention all the sex that we enjoyed.
We decided it was time to get up and make breakfast, so
I put on some pants, but no shirt, the girls just put
on their unbuttoned shirts and panties and we crawled
out to meet the day.
As we had breakfast they asked about me, and after a
while, I went ahead and told them. They were very
understanding and were very sorry to hear about my
brother. They asked what life was like on the run from
the law, hiding up in the mountains, living off the
land. I told them what I could; they seemed very
interested in every word I said.
I asked them about their lives. They told me it was
very generic and bland, the only real excitement was
their little trips on their girl’s weekends. As they
ate or worked on breakfast, they would bend over,
giving me great views of their asses or tits,
definitely keeping me interested. They asked if I could
stay with them another night, maybe show them a few
tricks for living off the land that I use today, giving
them something to do other than lounging around the
campsite.
First things first, I had to bury old Pete and hide any
trace that he was there, that took about an hour and a
half. After that we spent the day fishing in the
stream, setting snares, I showed them how to shoot my
pistol at targets since it was very quiet to shoot.
Then I showed them how to work the one I took off Pete;
I gave that one to them, with the ammo and a knife he
also had.
We had a picnic lunch and then the girls decided they
wanted to do some nude sun bathing. I got dressed and
set off to have a little sneak and peak of the area, I
didn’t want to get caught with my pants down again. It
took me about 2 hours to have a look-see around the
little valley, I glassed all the hillsides looking for
movement or smoke; any signs of life. Having seen
nothing to cause alarm, I made my way back to camp.
When I got there, I found the women still in the sun,
still nude, but they were talking and Jen was fingering
herself unconsciously. I approached and undressed and
lay down next to them. Barb asked how things looked,
"The valleys look kinda wet and narrow and the hill
tops look red and tempting."
"Real funny mister, you know what I mean." Barb
replied.
Barb got up and straddled me, giving me a hand-job,
trying to get me hard again, it was working well.
"Jen, this time I get to ride the pony, why don’t you
sit on his face and give him a taste of pussy, he looks
kinda thirsty!"
Jen got up, straddled my face and lowered her dripping
wet cunt onto my face as Barb completely buried me
inside her.
I heard Jen mutter, "I am surely going to hell for
this... but I really need this vacation."
I penetrated her pussy lips with my exploring tongue,
occasionally touching off her sensitive clit like a
cattle prod. She ground her pussy into my face, making
it hard to breath, and Barb thought she was a cowgirl
trying to stay on a bull. We three-summed like this
till all of us had cum, this time I filled Barb full of
semen, I could feel it drip out of her, into my crotch.
When Barb got off, Jen bent down and licked it off my
thighs and eventually my semi-hard cock. Afterwards I
think Barb and I drifted in and out of sleep. Jen got
up and was working on something.
We woke up just as the sun was setting and found Jen
cooking dinner. She had caught a couple of trout in the
stream using techniques that I had showed her, and had
some wild greens in a pan, she looked very pleased with
herself. We had a good dinner and settled in for the
night near the small fire, the three of us snuggled
together on the blanket, talking, telling stories, and
playfully fondling each other.
Barb said she was still very tired and that she was
going to hit the sack. Jen and I told her we were gonna
stay up for a while longer and tend the fire. Barb
kissed us both and crawled into the tent. I held Jen in
front of me, spooning with her, mindlessly playing with
her breasts, teasing her nipples. Occasionally going
down and scratching her mound of fur over her pussy.
She wished she had a husband that liked to camp like
this, but said that she could never share this kind of
thing with him, it would take a team of horses to get
him out of his damn office as she put it. She told me
how much she has enjoyed our sex games and learning
about living off the land. She started to ask me
something, but trailed off, not sure of how to put what
she wanted to say. I asked her to just come right out
and say it.
"Well Erik, I’ve had so much fun out here with you,
you’re my wild man of the mountains, I feel alive out
here, with you, under the stars. I don’t have any kids
at home to worry about; my husband hardly knows I’m
alive. What would you think if I told you I wanted to
stay out here with you?"
I was floored, I had no idea she had thoughts like
that. I know I could sure use some company out here, it
gets painfully lonesome up in the high country, a woman
would really give me something to live for.
"Jen, I would love to have you with me, if it’s what
you really want. But it’s hard work living off the
land, hunting your food, finding places to hide and be
safe, not having any of the comforts of home." I said,
trying to warn her of the risks and hardships involved.
"I don’t care about any of that, I want to feel alive
again, I want to feel love again, I need excitement and
adventure, and I can find all that and more with you."
I told her I loved her, took her in my arms and kissed
her deeply, passionately. We played and explored
together, romantically, sweetly, sharing each other’s
bodies like it was the first time. I entered her
sinking my love into her cradle of life, making love to
my new "wife" under a billion stars with the wind
whispering secrets in the tall pines around us.
We made love long into the night, and finally turned
in, sleeping together, lovers embraced.
We woke in the morning to the sound of a pan banging
into a rock and heard Barb curse softly. I asked if she
was alright, she said yes, and that breakfast was
ready. WE ate in silence for a while; Barb must have
sensed something had changed. Jen told Barb that she
wasn’t going to be returning with her back home, that
she was staying with me. Barb asked if she had lost her
mind.
Jen said no, and reminded her of the loveless life she
would be returning to. Barb was forced to agree and
said she wished she could stay longer, but she had two
kids waiting for her at home. We finished breakfast and
I helped to pack up the camp and split the gear. Jen
and I would walk with Barb as close to the trailhead as
possible and make sure she got safely back.
Aftermath
We walked about 3 ½ hours keeping a fair distance from
the trail but still following it till we came close to
where their car was. It was time for goodbyes; there
were tears and hugs all around. Jen and Barb promised
to keep in touch when they could, Jen had Barb’s cell
phone number so when we occasionally got into a town to
re-supply we could call her. Maybe we could arrange
another camp out meeting next year. Jen and I watched
as a tearful Barb walked off to her car for the long
drive home alone. Jen was crying softy and I asked her
if she was sure she wanted this. She said yes, she said
it was just her way of saying goodbye to her old life.
We headed off into the deep mountains to find an new
hiding place, some nice, fertile valley, full of game
and berries, somewhere where people don’t get to much.
We built a small shelter completely hidden from prying
eyes and lived in peace for most of the rest of the
summer. We did a lot of skinny dipping in the crystal
clear mountain lake near our shelter, bathing
frequently together.
We had small fires at night at times, making love in
its warm glow. I would go on occasional patrols to be
sure we stayed safe, sometimes Jen came with me. All
the while I trained her how to live and survive in the
mountains, on the plains and the harsh deserts we may
encounter on our travels. She loved every minute of it.
However, a day came when she woke up sick and ran out
of the house. I ran out to see what I could do for her.
She said nothing, it’s just gonna have to work its
course, it would be over soon. I asked how she knew and
then she told me she thought she was pregnant with my
child and hoped it was ok with me. I told her I was
thrilled and couldn’t wait to be a daddy! I picked her
up and carried her into the "house" where we climbed
under the blankets and made love again like the first
time.
We got a chance later to call Barb and scheduled a
meeting for winter, we were to meet down in the
southern mountains in Arizona at a national park in the
area.
We were waiting in the chosen area and watched as Barb
drove up in her SUV. She saw us and waved. She got out
of the car and instead of walking to us she opened the
back passenger door and leaned in for a while. She came
back out holding a small bundle wrapped in white cloth.
We walked up to each other and it was then that Jen and
I saw that she was carrying a newborn child, the same
age as ours. She asked what we thought of the child she
and I made and saw that Jen had our child in a pack on
her back that I had rigged. Our son met his half sister
at that moment and we felt like one big happy family.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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