Chapter 3
They had all spent the day hiking, and when they got back to camp Sally Westmorland suggested a swim in the lake. Everyone agreed. The others had headed for the lake, but Betty went back to her tent to get her suit. When she finally did arrive at the shore, everyone including Bob, was frolicking around in the nude, splashing water at one another, dunking each other, and generally making fools of themselves, thought Betty. "Come on in, Betty. The water is great," said
Rita. She was a tall, leggy redhead, and she stood towering above Sally so that her tits were clearly visible. They were large and white, they hung like ripe melons capped with bright cherry nipples. Their reflection in the water made them look twice as big as they really were. She could see Bob eyeing those enormous tits already. He was crouched down in the water, probably trying to hide the cock her body had caused to be erect.
"Yeah, come on, Betty," called Sally, scooting away from Tex's big right hand, a right hand that would have snatched up a handful of ripe titty had she not moved just in time.
"On second thought, gang, I really don't feel like a swim. I'm gonna go back to camp and take a rest. See you there," she said, whirling around and striding off up the trail.
She could hear their laughter and splashing behind her. Bob would no doubt join in, feeling up Sally and Rita for all he was worth. No matter - she wouldn't participate. The whole scene had made her stomach churn, had made her dizzy. How could they just take off their clothes like that, display their nakedness to one another? She was hot and sweaty and she went into her tent to change clothes. When she pulled off her Levi's, her panties rolled down with them. Her pussy had betrayed her again, for it was dripping like a leaky faucet. Her panties were drenched with her juices.
The five of them played a game of tag, and it was surprising that the men were usually "it," even seemed to want to be "it." Bob was "it" now, and chased Sally out into deep water. A tag had to be made with both hands, and Bob never quite made it, always coming up one hand short. Sally kicked strongly with Bob at her heels, suddenly dove under, and Bob followed with a powerful dive. His hand shot through the water and plowed between Sally's ass cheeks, fingers nudging at her asshole, but the other hand never touched her.
Bob came up and saw Rita treading water not far away, and with a feint toward Tex, he shot straight for her. She tried to push off on a rock, but the stone gave way, and she floundered in the chest-deep water. Bob was upon her, his hand flashing through the clear water and swiping gently at her large tits, fingers raking across her hard nipples. Through the water she could see the wavering image of his lengthy cock.
"Hey, glory hound, how about letting somebody else play," yelled Jim Westmorland. He stood in waist-deep water and the head of his prick poked up through the water's surface. Bob didn't see how he had the guts to do that. He tried to keep his own sprung cock beneath the water.
"All right, all right." Bob swam with swift strokes toward Sally, dove beneath the water several yards in front of her, and swam far under her kicking legs, which moved like beckoning arms above him. She tried to move away, but he shot up and touched one hand to her cunt and the other to her ass. "You're it, Sally," he called as his head broke the surface.
"I think we are getting the short end of the stick, Rita. What do you think?" She looked from Rita to the three men.
"You ask me, we ain't getting any stick at all." They both laughed, and Bob's prick leaped in the warm water.
"I don't know about you, but I think I'm gonna start playing the way they are." Rita arched up out of the water, tits hanging like huge melons in the sun, and dove deep into the lake. Jim watched her wiggling image streak toward him beneath the water. He did little to move, but yelled when her hand, instead of tagging him, grabbed for his cock. She held it firmly and pulled him under. The next second she was gone and he struggled to the surface.
"What the fuck you tryin' to do, Rita, yank it off?" He stood up out of the water and massaged his hard cock.
"Poor baby," said Sally to her husband. "Maybe we should put a splint on it for the rest of the trip."
"Yeah, that's what you think. Takes more than some Waco broad to do in Tiny Tim," he said, shaking his large cock at Sally and Rita, who stood side by side in neck-deep water. Rita's tits floated happily on the surface. "Be careful Rita, or this thing could end up someplace you aren't expecting it."
"Promises, Jimbo, always promises," she teased and lifted her heavy tits out of the water and shook them.
"Better watch out, Jim, she can be a real wildcat. She loves revenge," said Tex of his wife. Tex waded toward the shore, his own prick bobbing up and down as he walked toward their clothes. Had Betty been there, she would have seen that his imagined cock was almost matched by reality. He turned toward the others and held his prick with both hands.
"Christ, Tex," said Sally, you could kill a girl with that thing." She felt a thrill run through her. What a Way to be killed. She envied Rita.
"Well, Rita don't look any the worse for wear," said Jim.
Bob felt like a fifth wheel, his own cock having begun to shrink for some reason. He moved toward the shore and kept his back to the others. His half limp cock swung between his legs.
"Where you going?" yelled Jim.
"I guess I better check on Betty. She is a little inhibited, you know."
"See you back at camp," said Sally. "I sure hope Betty isn't upset because of our antics. Too bad she is so uptight about such things.
"Yeah, I thought it might help - this trip and all - you know."
"Well, we've got all week. See you in a bit." She had walked toward him, and she now stood in knee-deep water, her body exposed to full view. Her tits were bigger than Betty's, but they didn't sag. At twenty-eight, she was the youngest of the three women, and her flesh was tight and firm. Her belly was flat and her waist narrow. Her thin hips tapered into shapely, well-toned thighs and calves. Bob was mesmerized by the twin pussies that stared at him - Rita's dancing on the surface of the water, the other dripping sunny drops of water. Sally's blond bush seemed to be alive with suns, burning there before him in the late afternoon.
He tugged on his pants to hide the surging of his cock into full erection.
"Bye, Bobby," she said, smiling at him with parted lips, the tip of her tongue playing slowly in the gap.
"Sally, you shouldn't tease poor Bobby," said Tex, who had watched the whole thing.
"Oh, hell, Tex, I really wasn't teasing him. I kind of feel sorry for him, what with Betty and all."
They all came together in the shallows and sat around on the larger rocks.
"I just don't understand her," said Rita. "She is a looker. In a lot of ways she puts you and me to shame."
"Hold on there a minute," said Tex. "I ain't seen nothing to put you to shame."
"That's for sure," said Sally.
"Well, what I meant was, she is really a sexy piece. You ever watch the way men look at her when she is out?"
The other three just shrugged.
"Well, it's like they would sell their souls for a piece of her ass."
"Okay, so what. They look the same way at you and Sally," said Jim, moving over behind Sally and putting a hand over each tit.
"Well, most women like it - it makes us feel good - but not Betty. You can't even talk about sex with her. I like her and she is a great person, but it's as if sex didn't exist for her, and when you are around her, it can't for you. You saw how fast she cut out when she saw us all naked."
Rita had reached out and taken hold of Tex's pole. She smiled at him and squeezed. "1 don't know what I would do without sex," she said puling hard on his rigid tool.
"I think you had better do something with this thing, hon, or I'm just gonna have to fill this old fake up with whipped cream."
Sally smiled and felt Jim's long cock working its way up beneath her ass. "You mind?" he whispered in her ear.
"Not if Tex and Rita don't mind," she said.
"Shit, Sally," Rita said smiling, "I fuck better in company anyway."
Both women settled onto the cocks of their husbands and the water began to bubble and churn as they fucked.
"I've never done anything like this before," said Sally. "I mean . . . oh, God ... I mean I'm really excited - hot, I guess - God, yes, I'm hot."
"I don't believe this, Sally. You. Us. Wild," said Jim, fucking her pussy with wild abandon. "This is fantastic." It turned him on to watch Rita getting plugged by Tex's monster cock. He watched Tex's hands squeeze Rita's tits, and the wild look on Rita's face as she fucked.
"That's it Jimmy, fuck the shit out of her," Tex said, urging him on. Jim really didn't need any urging, though, because he had never felt such need, such urgency, such fantastic pleasure as he fucked Sally as he had never fucked her before.
The water rose as the two couples fucked, splashing and spraying as the two women flung their arms. "Fuck me, baby," cried Rita, "Oh, yes - fuck me good."
"Yes, yes, yes," cried Sally, as though answering Rita, "Good fuck, such good fuck."
"Ffffuuuuuuck," yelled Jim.
"Ssssh," said Sally, "Bob and Betty will hear."
"Oh Christ, send her down. I've got enough prick for her too."
"The way you feel, I don't doubt it. Just stick it up my fuck hole, honey. Just fuck me, babe, fuck me . . . fuck my cunt, Jimmy, pump my cunt full of your hot cum."
"Aaaaahhhhh," roared Rita, cresting her own come.